Will I Be Ignored by the Lord? / Golden Feelings 1994

when I was born, lot's of people sayin' I looked like a dead man
but to them there was no kindness
and so I came into the world with my hands in my jacket
made a whole lotta racket
couldn't speak, but I could beat on a stick

oh, when that aeroplane comes with the Lord
will I be ignored
will I be ignored by the Lord
will I be ignored

there was a woman, she looked on me sweetly
I needed her life to be with mine
but never will they meet
no, never will they see
these two vines will twist away, away
will I be ignored by the Lord
will I be ignored by the Lord, by the Lord
what for? I may travel on one leg
my breakfast will be unpaid
and the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head
will I be ignored
will I be ignored by the Lord
will I be ignored

Whiskey Can Can / 7 Inch 1994

come on now, bread and butter
no one knows a better mother
she's the guy who kills the sky
burns the night out when she goes away

she's the boat in the sewer
she's the old man with manure
rockin all night like a drum
goin back where she comes from

can of whiskey

big guitars on the wall
cracker-jacks burn and fall
styrofoam in her hair
she is barely anywhere

can of whiskey
can of whiskey
can...

Whiskey Faced, Radioactive, Blowdryin' Lady / Compilation, KXLU (recorded in 1993)


Alright here's a stupid song I wrote today
yeah
alright, ok this is called uh...
->would this be a world premiere?
yeah this is probably the first and last time you'll hear this one...
ok this is uh...this is whiskey bottle - no this is called uh
whiskey-faced radioactive blowdryin' lady or something

take out your whiskey bottle there
now you don't even move out of your chair
your getting juiced up beyond belief
I can barely love you when your getting drunk all the time

you can get out a blowdryer and
blowdry the hair right off of your head
you can sauteé my dollar bills and feed 'em to the dog
while he's watchin' cable

if I catch fire by mistake, she'll put out my face with a rake
and I shut my mouth before I even breathe

well I can barely touch you honey, cause you're gettin' drunk all the time
gotten radioactive tastebuds smeared across the rug
swallow the keys to the Chevy
you're gonna weedwack your way to Memphis, yeah

everybody knows about your style, you got tin-foil wrapped around your smile
well you're gonna give me a xerox of your buckteeth...
gettin....crap-faced all the time
yodelayeeoooyodelay...

Whimsical Actress / Radio 1994

at the theater, I did meet her
and the show was whimsical and sublime
I'm in tatters, nothing matters
til I grasp a big disaster like a mime

she's got the squeegee on the ouija
she can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
you can cheese me anytime, it's not a crime

in the first act, there was a jester
with an apple and a mango and some wine
he flung the ice-cube, he was so rude
and he jousted with the flaming huffy dog (???)

she's got the squeegee on the ouija
she can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
you can cheese me anytime, it's not a crime

in the courtyard, there was a large cube of lard
with decorations all around
there was a bandit, we couldn't stand it
he was sniffing the cube like a hound

she's got the squeegee on the ouija
she can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
oh yeah

Where It's At / Odelay 1996

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
[robot vocal effect] I got two turntables and a microphone

(take me home with my elevator bones!)
(that was a good drum break)

Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only hyponotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Like my man Gary Wilson rocks the most

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone

(Man [spoken]: "What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's?)

Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone

Oh, dear me. Make-out City's a two-horse town
(girl [spoken]: "That's beautiful, Dad.")

(Got my microphone....)
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
And just clap your hands

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone

I got plastic on my mind
(make it out, baby)
yeah, yeah, yeah
let's make it out, baby
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(scream)
telephone plastic baby
ahh, so good
oh, yeah
let's play good
ow ow ow ow ow

Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 / Mellow Gold 1994

(one more time..)

I was born in this hotel
washin' dishes in the sink
magazines and free soda
tryin hard not to think

lay it on to the dawn
everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
lay it on to the dawn

she can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah
comin' back from the convalescent home...oh...
starin' at sports cars...................................cryin'

rattlesnake on the ceilin'
gunpowder on my sleeve
I will live here forever
with the ocean and the bees

[chorus]

lay it on to the dawn [x3]

The World May Loose It's Motion / Periscope CD (Another Yoyo Compilation) Recorded: 1994


The storms are on the ocean
on and on they go
searching through the waters
where you might be low
and I am so downhearted
never to be well
and I am disappointed
the words will never tell

the storms are on the ocean
the heavens may cease to be
this world may lose its motion
if I am false to you

the last time that I saw you
you shook my hand goodbye
you said it wasn't forever
that would be a lie
but that was such an old friend
he holds you in his hands
and I am so long waiting
to meet you in that land

the storms are on the ocean
the heavens may cease to be
this world may lose its motion
if I were false to thee

"1000BPM"

Electronic actors and astromagnetic
Corrupted files from galactical planets
Writing interplanet code
Thoughts get transported
From neanderthal skulls
Digital food malls
Telemarketing people
With cellular headsets on their skulls
Selling you wisdom
From a plexiglass prism
Biochemical jism
Hits you with its rhythm
They act like Earth
Was a terrestial prison
A zoo for humans
Put their cities into ruins
Now we can feel what we're doing
We move the stratosphere in plastic
When you're out alive, spastic
What else can the dust try to tell us?
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute

Categorizing in a crash
Taking pictures
And a backstage pass
Gasoline on fire
Tried to pull off this mask
But there was really a face
Which I just read from a plan
Security cameras strapped to his back
Fulfilled prescriptions, antidotes
Media in a quarantined submission
Consultants with remote souls
Unanimous votes
Portions of the proceeds
Go to chain store victims
In the midget conditions
With remodeled kitchens
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute

"Cellphone's Dead"

Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket
And I threw it away
Been a long time
Since a federal dime
Made a jukebox sound
Like a mirror in my mind
Control my worries
Fix my thoughts
Throw my hopes
Like a juggernaut walks
Now let-down souls
Can't feel no rhythm
Sorry entertainers
Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes and the
Burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Boombox talkin'
With a southern accent
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices comin'
From the mangled lungs
Give me some grits
Some get-down shit
Don't need a good reason
To let anything rip

Radio's cold
Solar's infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
I'll knock you out

Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in
Like it's unlimited minutes
Going through the motions
Just to savor they did it
Treadmill's running
Underneath their feet
So they feel like they're going somewhere
But they're not
So let's put boots
On the warehouse floor
Comin' to you
Like a rope on a chainstore
Throwing equipment
From a moving van
Grab a microphone
Like a utility man
Now fix the beat
Now break the rest
Make a kick drum sound
Like an S.O.S.
Get a tow-truck
Cause it's after dark
And the dance floor's full
But everybody's double-parked!

Cell phone's dead
Lost in the desert
One by one
I'll knock you out
Eye of the sun
Is out of its socket
One by one
I'll knock you out
One by one

This jam is real... that's right

Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun

Ahhhhhhhhhh

"Dark Star"

Disappointment condition
A perfunctory prescription
Of an indigent mindset
A beligerant silence
We got all we need
Turning out of a tin can
Thinking about the ??
Of the social hurt
Listen to the noise
On the battery tape deck
A Judas trainwreck
Anonymous suspect
Hovering in carbon monoxide cremations
Loners ??
Of vacant locations
Think tanks empty
International dream bank
Plug in my reactor
To the fallout zone
The enemies' story is a lot like mine
And if you get to the point
Then you had better deny

Dark star ??
Eyes are closing
??
From a sky lit terrain

Autopilot drivers
Riding out on the ice age
Infidels swallowed
In a vanishing point
Ammunition souls shooting
Holes in the ozone
Widows tears
Washing a soldier's bones
Sterilized egos
Delirium seagulls
Punctured by the arrows
Of American eagles
Robot teachers
??
Backspace my brain
My equilibrium gone

Dark star
Just an eye that is closing
??
From a sky lit terrain

One, two
One, two
You know what to do