People Gettin' Busy / Golden Feelings 1994

walk to the bridge, stand like a fridge
empty and cold, burnin' a light bulb

outside (???)

right now
get down
right now
people gettin' busy
right now
get down
right now
people gettin' busy

aw yeah...people gettin' so busy...aw yeah yeah

the man gave me a ticket
when I tried to kick it
breathin' on my biscuit
kissin' my finger
car alarm is goin'
saxophone is blowin'
baby I been throwin' (?)
at the dancin' children
everything's so phony
if you wanna phone me
you can be my homey
give me some sympathy

right now
get down
right now
people getttin' busy
right now
get down
right now
people gettin' busy

gettin busy....

Pink Noise (Rock Me Amadeus) / Stereopathetic Soul Manure 1994

the tortures!  the torment!  pink noise!  delicious!
the danger!  the victims!  demeanin'!  religion!

she writhes!  she rolls!  olympic control!
the bricks!  assaultin'!  the rest homes are rotten!

Pressure Zone / Midnite Vultures 1999

The countryside is overgrown
There's a lighthouse in her soul
Wrestling with butcher girls
She don't ever change her clothes

Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears
I could sleep inside her bones
A hundred years

Lizards in the pressure zone
Mother knows it's only a phase

Cherry gardens feel like ice
Hazard lights from her past
Underneath the broken bridge
Hookers hug illegal dads
Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears
I could sleep inside her bones
A hundred years
Lizards in the pressure zone
Mother knows it's only a phase

Puttin' It Down / Stereopathetic Soul Manure 1994

big pain
burnin' down
givin' me a cow
what you seem to be saying
is you're patiently waiting
like an ashtray for the butt

well I'm puttin' it down
but you're not pickin' it up
well I'm puttin' it down
but you treat me like a clown
and I don't wanna be funny

fat chance
glued to the wall
like a centerfold
of an old cannonball
will you put me inside
your tv tonight
'cause you're treatin' me like a rerun

well I'm puttin' it down
but you're not pickin' it up
well I'm puttin' it down
but you treat me like a clown
and I don't wanna be funny

no no no no

so what
I lost my job at the Hut
my ass got cut
but I'll be better at kissin'
when my teeth are all missin'
and the silverware's burnt
and I'm eatin' with my fingers

and I'm puttin' it down
and you're not pickin' it up
well I'm puttin it down
but you treat me like a clown
and I don't want to be funny

yeah yeah yeah yeah, etc.

Rowboat / Stereopathetic Soul Manure 1994

rowboat
row me to the shore
she don't
wanna be my friend no more
she dug a hole
in the bottom of my soul
she don't
wanna be my friend no more

pick me up
give me some food to eat
in your truck
goin' no place
I'll be home
talkin' to nobody
you'll be strange
you'll be far away

big fat moon
and my body's out of tune
with the burnin' waves
she's a billion years away
dogfood on the floor
and I've been like this before
she is all
and everything else is small

pick me up
give me some alcohol
in your truck
playin' the radio
I'll be home
with the gasoline
you'll be stoned
you'll be far away

rowboat
row me to the shore
she don't
wanna be my friend no more
she dug a hole
in the bottom of my soul
she is all
and everything else is small

"Rollins Power Sauce" / Stereopathetic Soul Manure 1994

[slowed down:]  Ummm...My throat muscles are completely shredded

You tell no one
'bout Barney
leaning on you
dirty pictures

False faces
Bloody wallet
Ripped out your heart
Put on my clothes

No one'll want you
with a bloody bozo
with a bloody bozo
And I got no focus
Got no focus...
Oh...
Ow...

[slowed down:] Use the taser

Readymade / Odelay 1996

An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is calling to me
I can pull myself back up back down
Stuck together like a readymade

And nobody knows where we been
Cancelled rations are running thin
Watches tick out of tune
Falling apart like a readymade
My bags are waiting in the next life

Rubbish piles fresh and plain
Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain
License plates stowaway
Standing in line like a readymade
And my bags are waiting in the next life

An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is calling to me
I can pull myself back up back down
Stuck together like a readymade
And my bags are waiting in the next life

Regular Song / Unreleased / Radio / Tibet Concert 1996

well I just got put down
in the ashes of an asphalt town
black debris, the burned out trees
blows out over the sunken seas

somewhere far along
singing a regular song
dead machines, frozen dreams
they don't bother me at all

I'm loose inside my skin
and all the walls are wearin' thin
shoot out on the traffic lights
on your way to the dead of night

somewhere far along
singing a regular song
frozen dreams, dead machines
they don't notice me at all

[harmonica solo]

troubles find their own
you're better off alone
nobody knows the coupon clones
the stowaway's in the captians clothes

somewhere far along
singing a regular song
dead machines, frozen dreams
they don't bother me at all

Ramshackle / Odelay 1996

You've been so long
Your blind eyes are gone
Your old bones are on their own
So take off your coat
Put a song in your throat
Let the dead-beats pound all around

We will go
Nowhere we know
We don't have to talk at all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all

The bargains you drive
Buckets and bags
And all your belongings
Your train's in the sand
Ramshackle land
Let the rats watch the races

We will go
Nowhere we know
'Til we find our one and all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all

Praises get spent
Your trick face is bent
Pigsties and prizes
'Cause there's no kind of wealth
You're suiting yourself
You leave yourself behind

We will go
Nowhere we know
'Til we find our one and all
Your hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all

Runners Dial Zero / Mutations 1998 (non-U.S. releases)


By the dried-up stream
We slit our throats and dreamed
When the building's burned
Was there some concern
Mother laid in bed
What was it she said?

Gather all your worldly jewels
And scatter them like fools
Don't you make a fuss
Days so perilous
When day is done we'll ride
Who cares what we find

Another misspent night
We thought we got it right
The driver lost a wheel
The ice turned into steel
We shivered like refugees
Way down on our knees

By the dried-up stream
We slit our throats and dreamed
When the building's burned
Was there some concern
Mother laid in bed
What was it she said?