1. |
Something Bad
02:42
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Something Bad
People
People want to see
Something Bad
Something horrifying terrible and mean
Would you bring me up to speed?
Cause the corn is black
Your eyes are blackening and your attention’s
Back in a squozen tube
To rescue you from the bends
To save you from your making friends
People
People want to see
Something black
And I've been reckoning about the camels back
And the dog that spurs you on
Is one bad dog
And I've been reckoning about that bad dog
Walking all over you
And selling you out again
Look up and cut that rope my friend
Aren't you tired of hanging?
Aren’t you tired to death?
Aren't you tired of hanging?
Being hung to death
Cut the rope and come back to us
Cut the rope and come down
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2. |
Fat Man
02:48
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Fat Man
When the Fat Man comes
All the music gets left for dead
Oh no
Big and sad and hollow
The work in progress of a blossoming saint with his tuba slung around
And around round-round-round
Gotta roll
Bigger fish to swallow
Take a meeting in the conference room about popsicles and ghosts
And the big words fly and the fat man has to roll
Roll
Gotta roll
Uh Oh-Oh NO
Biting down doing donuts round the other guy
Roll
Gotta roll
(from Bram Stokers novel "Dracula")
"The branch of wild rose on his coffin
keep him that he not move from it
and as for the stake we know already of it's peace
or the cut off head that giveith rest"
Copyright Jay Wasco
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3. |
Death Of A Cynic
05:53
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Death Of A Cynic
And the cynic dies today
A hapless victim we can't save
He scoffed and sneered his life away
Throwing stones and digging graves
He don't know where to go
And their shovels pierce the ground
As he watches through a wall of stone
Fences fade to rust
Headstones and epitaphs fly to dust
He don’t know where to go
Driving him into the ground
And the family gathers 'round
And puts the cynic in the cold, cold ground
With words he couldn't say
His heart fills with sadness as they drive away
Forgive forget about
Forgive forget about it anyway
Forgive forget about
Forget about the things he couldn't say
I can't forget about the things he couldn't say
I can't forgive all of the things we couldn't say
Driving him into the ground
Copyright 2004 Wasco/Patterson
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4. |
Swollen Ocean
02:21
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Swollen Ocean
Thirteen years on the swollen ocean
Longest stretch that my eyes have ever seen
Epileprosy in slow motion
Padded walls that are staggered at the seams
Blood in the swollen ocean
Blood in the swollen sea
Had a dream my right hand was severed
Had a dream that my daddy's grave got robbed
His bones were plastic
His heart was missing
Fishing hard 'round the strange humor of God
Blood in the swollen ocean
Blood in the swollen sea
coppyright 2004 Jay Wasco
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5. |
Lockjaw
03:54
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Lockjaw
Serrated edges of her venomous sequesters wanna play
All
She's the one who makes me green
Her hubris runs cold and dry
She makes unwitting poets die
She cuts the corners off the plastic bag and licks her hate away
She's the one who makes me green
Her melted skin and butter eyes
Stumbelina's out to die
Sorry
She mutilates herself because she knows it's hopeless anyway
Her melted skin and butter eyes
She went for broke and left us dry
Quick trip
Drip drip
Hard
Fast sip
Last drip
Give her more
Quick straw
Last call ya'll
Lockjaw
Free fall
Through the floor...
More
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6. |
Bottle
03:18
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Bottle
Eyes never too far from that bottle
I'ze never too far from that bottle
There's something in the water that is making all the happy campers smile, all Day
There's something in the water that is making all the happy campers
Sleep this mess away
We slip away into oblivion
And we spin and we spin
Like a bubble in the wind
Into the azure sky
We lift our feet into oblivion
And we swim and we swim
On the lazy summer wind
Into the azure sky
Sleep it away away away away away
And the moonlight shines
On those who pay to see the moon
And the starlight hurts my eyes
Eyes never too far from that bottle
I'ze never too far from that bottle
There's something in the water that is making all the happy campers smile
There's something in the water that is making everybody want to
sleep this mess away.
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7. |
All The Impossible
03:38
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All the Impossible
I drift my doppelganger to her side
Drifting seamlessly on off into her case
All the impossiblee
I turn invisible and stretch myself across the city through her door
Through the entourage of swans and red herring
All the impossible
I see her shifting in her sleep as I come swoop down low
The dreams come bubbling from her head creating figure eights of gold
The door swings open, time to sober up, her husband’s home, I think I hear her baby crying
Gonna have to pave my own way, back to sleep
All the Impossible
Copyright 2004 Jay Wasco
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8. |
I Am The Walrus
06:14
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9. |
Midnight Dragon
03:01
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Midnight Dragon
Midnight Dragon staggering far and wide
Side to side
End of the wagon ride
Cutting it up into hundreds of thousands
Of tiny pieces of green' pieces of red
Pieces of gold
Sold for a dollar fifty-nine
To the fuzzy handsome couple with the swollen brains
Remains will be sprinkled out the driver's side window of a speeding El Camino in the left lane
Cheers
Just kiss it away
I fucked it up
I spun out
Pour the concrete in my mouth
Ship me out of here
There's a special reserve
For autistic, Cycloptic psychotic mystics
And runners up in the Special Olympics
Ode to be oblivious to what you want from me now
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10. |
A Cornucopia Of Pain
05:16
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A Cornucopia of Pain
Well I woke up feeling small
Beat my head against the dirt
But it never seems to harm enough
Smashed my fingers in the door
But it always leaves me
Jonesing for the kind of pain
The world can spill
I left my house today
in search of all the sorrow I could get
A cornucopia of pain
A cornucopia of viciously excruciating pain
So I went out with a frown
Staring at the hopeless cement boxes all about.
I'm so sad and fucking old
Everything they said to me
Never made it through the din
I'm heading home tonight
In search of all the horror
That I could get
A cornucopia of pain
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11. |
Jay Wasco New York, New York
Surviving member of Johnny Skilsaw- Most Jay Wasco Music downloads & info available at :
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