I Bombed Korea
I bombed Korea every night
my engines sang into the salty sky
I didn't know if I would live or die
I bombed Korea every night

I bombed Korea every night
I bombed Korea every night
red flowers bursting down below us
those people didn't even know us
we didn't know if we would live or die
we didn't know if it was wrong or right
I bombed Korea every night

and so I sit here at this bar
I'm not a hero I'm not a movie star
I've got my beer I've got my stories to tell
but they won't tell you what it's like in hell
red flowers bursting down below us
those people didn't even know us
we didn't know if we would live or die
we didn't know if it was wrong or right
we didn't know if we would live or die
I bombed Korea every night

Mr. Mastadon Farm
birds fall from the window ledge above mine
then they flap their wings at the last second

you see birds fall from the window ledge above mine
then they flap their wings at the last second
I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones
or small loaves of bread past my window all the time
but unless I get up and walk across the room
and peer down below
I don't see their last-second curves
toward a horizontal flight
all these birds just falling from the ledge like stones

now due to a construct in my mind
that makes their falling and their flight
symbolic of my entire existence
it becomes important for me to get up and see
their last second curves toward flight
it's almost as if my life will fall
unless I see their ascent

Mr. Mastodon farm - Mr. Mastodon farm
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Mr. Mastodon farm - Mr. Mastodon farm
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birds fall from the window ledge above mine
then they flap their wings at the last second
I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine
then they flap their wings at the last second
but unless I get up and walk across the room
and peer down below
I won't see their last-second curves
toward a horizontal flight
all these birds just falling from the ledge like stones

now due to a construct in my mind
that makes their falling and their flight
symbolic of my entire existence
it becomes important for me to get up and see
their last second curves toward flight
it's almost like my life will fall
my life will fall - unless I see their ascent
Mr. Mastodon farm - Mr. Mastodon farm
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Mr. Mastodon farm - Mr. Mastodon farm
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Mr. Mastodon farm - Mr. Mastodon farm
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Ain't No Good
she's gonna hand you a red-headed Gabriel
coming from the bar in a plastic tie
he's gonna swing from the Tree of Life
he's gonna try to sell you on a great big lie

but when you speak to her - her eyes light up
the music spills right into your cup
the minstrels play and the waitress brings ice
there are pies on a carousel - have a slice
but watch out - she ain't no good for you.

he's gonna spin like the tractor pull
she'll sit back when he tells his tale
he's gonna yell when he drinks his beer
she'll sit back and drink ginger ale
but when you speak to her - her eyes light up
the music spills right into your cup
it's so abrupt and it's so concise
there are pies on a carousel - have a slice
but watch out - she ain't no good for you
I say watch out - she ain't no good for you

she'd like to put you in her zoo
right between the canaries and the cockatoos
she'll pull out your feathers for her brand new hat
and when she's done that she'll feed you to her cat
so watch out - she ain't no good for you
watch out - she ain't no good for you
watch out - she ain't no good for you

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.
While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather,
The flies and spiders get along together,
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.

Beyond the suns that guard this roof,
Beyond your flowers of flaming truths,
Beyond your latest ad campaigns,
An old man sits collecting stamps
In a room all filled with Chinese lamps.
He saves what others throw away.
He says that he'll be rich some day.

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.
While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather,
The flies and spiders get along together,
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.

No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,

To me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word.
End is the only part of the word
That I heard.
Call me morbid or absurd.
But to me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word.

To me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word.
End is the only part of the word
That I heard.
Call me morbid or absurd.
But to me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word.

When I go fishing for the words
I am wishing you would say to me,
I'm really only praying
That the words you'll soon be saying
Might betray the way you feel about me.

But to me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word.

She's writing, she's writing,
She's writing a novel.
She's writing, she's weaving,
Conceiving a plot.
It quickens, it thickens.
You can't put it down now.
It takes you, it shakes you,
It makes you lose your thought.

But you're caught in your own glory.
You are believing your own stories.
Writing your own headlines.
Ignoring your own deadlines.
But now you've gotta write them all again.

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you?

You want her, confront her.
Just open your window.
Unbolt it, unlock it,
Unfasten your latch.
You want it, confront it.
Just open your window.
All you really have to do is ask.

But you're caught in your own glory.

When you tried to kiss me
I only bit your tongue.
When you tried to get me together
I only came undone.
When you tried to tell me
The one for me was you,
I was in your mattress back in 1982.

Daria, I won't be soothed.
Daria, I won't be soothed over like,
Smoothed over like milk,
Silk, a bedspread, or a quilt,
Icing on a cake,
Or a serene translucent lake.
Daria, Daria, Daria,
I won't be soothed.
I won't be soothed.

When you tried to tell me
Of all the love you had,
I was cleaning oil from beaches
Seeing only what was bad.
When you tried to feed me
I only shut my mouth.
Food got on your apron
And you told me to get out.

Daria, I won't be soothed.
Daria, I won't be soothed over like,

The land of race car ya-yas.
The land where you can't change lanes.
The land where large, fuzzy dice
Still hang proudly
Like testicles from rear-view mirrors.

The land of race car ya-yas.
The land where you can't change lanes.
The land where large, fuzzy dice
Still hang proudly
Like testicles from rear-view mirrors.

The land of race car ya-yas.
Ya-yas.

The land of race car ya-yas.
The land of race car ya-yas.
Race car ya-yas.

At first I was afraid.
I was petrified.
I kept thinking I could never live
Without you by my side.
But then I spent so many nights
Just thinking how you'd done me wrong.
I grew strong.
I learned how to get along.

And so you're back from outer space.
I just walked in to find you here
Without that look upon your face.
I should have changed my fucking lock.
I would have made you leave your key
If I'd have known for just one second
You'd be back to bother me.

Oh now go.
Walk out the door.
Just turn around now.
You're not welcome anymore.
Weren't you the one
Who tried to break me with desire?
Did you think I'd crumble?
Did you think I'd lay down and die?
Oh not I.