1. |
New Orleans Poison
06:25
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2. |
Do No Harmonica
02:26
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3. |
Titanic D (Lola)
02:44
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I met her in a club
down in Old San Juan
Where they drink the champagne of beers
and shoot Coca-Cola
C-O-L-A, cola
She walked up to me
and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a
dark brown voice she said
Lola, L-O-L-A, Lola.
Well I’m not the world’s
most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight
she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola, L-O-L-A, Lola
Well I'm not dumb
but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woma
and talked like a man
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Well we drank champagne
and danced all night
Under electric
candlelight
She picked me up and
sat me on her knee
And said dear boy won't
you come home with me
Well I'm not the world's
most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes
well I almost fell for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her
and she at me
Well that's the way that
I want it to stay
And I always want it to be
that way for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola
Girls will be boys and
boys will be girls
It's a mixed up muddled up
shook up world except for Lola
La-la-la-la Lola
Well I left home
just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed
a woman before
But Lola smiled and
took me by the hand
And said dear boy
I'm gonna make you a man
Well I'm not the world'
most masculine man
But I know what I am and
yes I'm a man
And so is Lola
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4. |
iMight
01:18
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Those ramen noodle beats
All heat in 30 seconds
Check the record, register, log
For Mr. Smith, I suggest it
Best ya change yo state of mind
Like you do a channel
Bacchanal beat Bacharach
Be it Bert, Ernie, or Z the Expat
Takin, reelin it, givin it life
Like’ a fern spore
Unfurlin it,
From the asphalt floor
Lonely, the only one
Caught the sun
I aint no kin to a Nixon,
Or a fucking Hamilton
It won the battle it’ll lose the war
It won the battle it’ll lose the war
It won the battle it’ll lose the war
It won the battle it’ll lose the war
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5. |
Know No Victory
01:57
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Blue!
Sytrofoam cup.
Crushed to a pulp
Is my gutter trash punk
You Fool!
Arrogant fuck
Felt for a lump but
instead found yer tongue
You too!
Plump and pre-nup
Tell me muthafucka
What you think of this junk
Cartoon!
Tell me it’s enough
Blow out yo candle
Without even a puff
(fuck)
Loon!
Crazy muthafuck
Take yo silly anthems n
Shove up straight up yo WHAT?!
Blue!
Pull it by the yolk
Crushed to a pulp
Is my gutter trash folk
You Goon!
Can’t make the cut
Crushed to a pulp
Is my gutter trash punk
You Fool!
Arrogant fuck
Felt for a lump but
instead found yer tongue
You too!
Plump and pre-nup
Tell me muthafucka
What you think of this drug?
Cartoon!
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6. |
Fuckaround Town
01:18
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7. |
Meander Bop
01:48
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Everybody get the fuck down!
Everybody get the fuck down!
Hit the – hit the highs
Hit the – hit the lows
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8. |
Blades at Tracchea
01:22
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Cinema is ecstatic truth
Herzog mutters to Kinski
Fuck off asshole!
Klaus shouts back and
Shit gets hinky
In the diner where they sit
With the hairy white sick
Flourescent bulbs flicker.
Babies, old bum tickers,
And what? Gum-smackin’
Charm and tact-lackin
Back in the kitchen, wishin
Is the dishwasher whistling’
To the hissin FM
Habla espanol
We get back to the Germans
Drunk and on a roll
Hatchin’ murderous schemes
On each others souls
Thoroughly fuckin drunk
And on a roll
Blades at tracchea
Gun to the head
Act you sonofabitch
Or yer fucking dead
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9. |
On a Train
01:58
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The cough come back
Verge of heart attack
Ridin through the rails
Believin tall tales
Wave goes back n forth
Red from south to north
Next stop, doors open
Jah come do yo worst
I’m waitin’
Barely respiratin
Chain suckin cough drops
Got me speculatin
What is this what I got?
The Croop, the Flu it’s not
Or Pink Oke-Dokes,
waving root rot
Bout the ill shit
The sicker shit
The sicker than my being
Corrodin of my spirit
My will that keeps me seein
Corn meal for will
Waiting til the real
Situation hesitation
Void of familiar feel
Prognosticatin, I’m waitin
Barely respiratin
Chain suckin cough drops
Got me speculatin
Bout the rhymes and reasons
Heretics n treasons
Prosteletize my demise
Every hour, every season
My disease can’t compete
Or compute, or unseat
Await your annointance
While I set up my defeat
Defuse and deny
Reject and comply
Follow your emotions
Let loose your war cry
My meadow seems spread
A dead dandelion
Cryin in my milk
the poison n the lyin
my rucksack is fully packed
with bombs of delight
Missin Poms class has
Got the blonde all uptight
Wound up, Southport Sewage
Maybe Lincoln Park
Fiance-shoppin@Gurnee Mills
Has got her spark
She keep on primpin,
Keep on pimpin
Aerobic strip tease
But won’t touch my shoulders
And won’t touch my knees
Corn meal for will
Waitin’ for the real
Situation hesitation
Void of familiar feel
Prognosticatin, I’m waitin
Barely respiratin
Chain suckin cough drops
Got me speculatin
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10. |
Season Shift
02:20
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