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Soul Martini
Love Grenade
(Brian Stevens)
They built a love grenade
Are all grenades the same?
I think they are
I think this is
They built it to blow us away
They blew the wind to change
The price was right in range
They're selling to you
They're selling to me
They're crowding the road to the Cape
You're a little bit louder than you ought to be
You're a little bit louder than we
But I can't help it
I bought into the love grenade
The love grenade
We'll be paying for your when you're old
So save it like you're told
Remember back then
Way back when
We'll throw you a love grenade
We'll blow the wind to change
When the price is right in range
We'll be selling to you
Like you're selling to me
We'll crowd the road to the Cape
You're a little bit louder than you ought to be
You're a little bit louder than we
But I can't help it
I bought into the love grenade
The love grenade
Here Comes Rosie
(Todd Spahr)
Integrity, some new disease
Where all road kill stretched for miles
Joins hands and smiles
Hip rock t.v.
Jerks all the knees
Riddle me this
Is it style?
Riddilin child
Don't test me this way
You ought to get it right the first time
If I can't have my say
I'll take the cup supplied to me
And fill it up
Send it away,
Results next day
Town on a leash
Clowns on a spree
Invading, foam rubber violence
High balloon finance
Ancestry, dog to a tree
Come on and join in the pile up
Nine hundred dial up
Don't test me this way
Was looking forward to the next phrase
Doubt that I'm okay
My trousers drop with good reason
Exercise my right to obey,
Do it today
Nevermore will you crawl around again
We'll sign your face
And tenderize your brain my friend
So when you blunder out
Into the light
Too comfortable to ever turn us in
Never turn us in
Here comes Rosie!
Don't test me this way
You might as well be right the first time
Here's my chance, okay
Just hold your cups in the morning
Breathe it all in and feel great
Never too late
Never too late
Oh, but not a drop to drink
Sorrow (Boots of Pain)
(Mark Rivers)
Wind of sorrow, song of pain
Make tomorrow an easy thing
She's up on a hillside flogging the dead
Says I'm not gonna' go till it blackens my head
Bring on sorrow,
Have to borrow
Banish Color and the sane
Ignore the Sabbath and pray for rain
She's up in the evening playing a game
She don't want to know that it's nicely arranged
Bring on sorrow,
I will follow
Draw the curtains, prone on the floor
Like to kill with a kiss
"Quadrophenia" blasts down the walls
Of you and all other kids
So don't bring up sorrow to me
Don't dream up sorrow to see
Crown of sorrow, boots of pain
By tomorrow a fashion thing
I'm up on my highhorse calling her names
I'm not one of you, cause I don't wear your pain
She dreams up sorrow,
Still I follow
She dreams up sorrow,
A dream she swallows
Cool coffee lie on the floor
Ashes floating are grim
Gothic posters, heighten remorse
Asleep she just dreams of him
So don't bring up sorrow to me
Don't play with what you can't see
Don't dream of someone, not me
Or bring back someone to see
Don't leave it sorrow or me
Don't play with what you can't see
Bring out something in me
Don't bring up sorrow to see
As You Were
(Todd Spahr)
Crawling out, upon demand
If you know what's right
Oh yeah, you'll keep it that way
Sleeping off your every dream
Just caress the prize
Oh yeah, as though they'll go away
Follow the bouncing high ball, sing along
For those days
Rolling out, routines relived
If they're out of sight
Then out of mind the days drop away
Smaller now, every week
If you know what's real
Then whine along, "remembering's for me"
Fall in as you were,
You'd only know what's worse
So take another swipe at beating the hearse
And be as you were
Solemn vow, honor the thieves
Given weekly buys to smile
And keep it that way
No holding out for anything
Yes, you know it's right
The olive sinks down one day
Fall in as you were
Only you know what's worse
You could be left alive
But not make your worth
What could be worse
Fall in as you were
Boy in a Plastic Bubble
(Mark Rivers)
I'm happy living like a boy in a plastic bubble
No one to wake me from the dead
I close the hatch on what I only guess is trouble
And pull the sheets above my head
Roll me down duck and cover
Bolt my door to the wind
Watch me drown in the shallow water
Break my shell I'd probably melt away
No one is safer than a boy in a plastic bubble
No one to rake me from the shelf
I'd like to take a breath beyond this dust and rubble
And pull my head above the rail
Roll me down duck and cover
Bold my door to the wind
Watch me drown in the shallow water
Break my shell I'd probably melt away
Roll me over
Bring the ceiling down
Blow my cover
Break my tainted crown
Throw me to the wind
Roll me over
I might sink or swim but I won't bother you again
Roll me down duck and cover
Bolt my door to the wind
Watch me drown in the shallow water
Break my shell I'd probably melt away
Break my shell I'd probably melt away
Break my shell I'd probably melt away
You're Put Away (Folderol)
(Brian Stevens)
A whispered you
Seeming veiled from views intent
And hopeless dreams that lent
These features that aspire
Forever and forever
To be what you are
In monuments of parts and lines
Whose seams are tired
As if they might
Show what's inside and see
What is awaiting me
It could shake me from my seat
It's not too late
It's not too late
But you're quietly turning a page
You're put away
Folderol
A listless smile
Like a mistress filing blame
It wilts back where it came
Its impact never seen
Never into never
Like a broken piece
That's a token least acclaimed
But it's all that's saved
And it's held on tight
For what it might have seen
You never came to me
Just what you'd thought I'd need
To lead me on
To lead me on
But like I was never playing along
You had gone
Voices surrounding me
With sterile and costly sounds
Voices surrounding me
With sterile and costly sounds
Voices surrounding me
I don't know where you took me
But I didn't want to leave
What you are
In monuments of parts and lines
Whose seams are tired
As if it might
Show what's inside and see
What is awaiting me
It could shake me from my seat
It's not too late
It's not too late
But like you're quietly turning a page
You're put away
Folderol
Sonny Day
(Todd Spahr)
Evening lay your head down floor pillow
Morning pounds in things it ought to know
Moans of a well know time zone jockey ceiling dance
Oh, wall to wall
Then invited heads down to the show
Do a double take wait five and go
Feel like a guest list glad hand fool I'll scrub them
off
Oh (uncertain about this line)
Warm, sonny day
So many things,
Sonny day
Pity they who know not where we go
What a waste of nowhere spoils the joke
He said I am a made up, watered down, bought out puppet
head
Can't win them all
Warm, sonny Day
So many things,
Sonny day
As you lay your head down, we'll tiptoe
Shut the lights, hope you enjoy the show
Meanwhile, on struts, pants ripped, bloated mayonnaise
man
Oh, watch it all
Warm, sonny day
So many things
Sonny day
Sonny day
Sonny day
I I I
(Brian Stevens)
I'd just as soon say nothing
If hallucinations make my crime
Let guilt lie in my silence
So neither is the wise
My conscience isn't hiding
Potential compromise the scene
What I thought could really hurt you
Will end up killing me
And I I I can't say anything to you
I I I can't bring me to
I I I can't say anything to you
In ignorance you're happy
So I'm holding what I'm hiding in
Don't ask and I won't tell you
Don't find out in the end
I'll hide it all forever
And leave it there to fester in time
Till I stand here as the liar
Who can't escape the lie
And I I I can't say anything to you
I I I can't bring me to
I I I can't say anything to you
And when I'm discovered, I think
I'll cover me once again
Till there's no more you'll swallow
And end up in the end
Without you,
Without you
I'd just as soon say nothing
If hallucinations make my crime
Let guilt lie in my silence
So neither is the wise
And I I I can't say anything to you
I I I can't bring me to
I I I can't say anything to you
I I I can't bring me to
I I I
I I I
Murder
(Mark Rivers)
Tossed in a crowd
Mow 'em down
A trick of the leaver
It's all through
It's up to you
We've all committed our own small murders
We've long since cried the poet died
He looked in the mirror
It was true
It's just a zoo
And he committed his own small murder
Say, you still
Would rather stick to your guns than kill
Deep down you know
They'll send you home in a bag for all you've done
Down on the ground a whining sound
You cover your ears
But it cuts through right into you
You're always on your own
It's only murder
It's only murder
It's only murder ooh ooh
Riding through town
It's raining down
Hard to believe but it's all true
We're here for you
Shampooed, conditioned for all new murder
They'll send you home in a bag
They'll send you home in a bag
for all you've won
Darkness, the sounds
Of tracking hounds
The romance of mystery
Don't hold true
Whodunnit? you
But never on your own
It's only murder
It's only murder
It's only murder woo woo
It's only murder
It's only murder
It's only murder come true
On for the Ride
(Brian Stevens)
There's a smell to the rain
That passed through the morning
Drops pop on leaves
And roar through the drains
Thoughts drinking slowly
And pour out warnings
What I've leaned on is sprained
And threatens to break
Fortune shakes me
'Til I stand it
'Til I stand it
Perched on a train track
One step to another
Arms spread like wings
They wave at a fall
A glance of indifference
To a world of bothers
That seize every sense
If I have it at all
Fortune shakes me
Till I stand it
Till I stand it
And I'm on for the ride
It's clear that I'm here untied
I'm on for the ride
It's clear that I'm here untied
Untied
What blurred once in passing
Still clearly lingers
The further away
The more wanting it waits
By a track that's still lasting
Like a broken singer
The body remains
But the voice smoked away
Fortune shakes me
Till I stand it
Till I stand it
And I'm on for the ride
It's clear that I'm here untied
I'm on for the ride
It's clear that I'm here untied
Untied
Tarzan and His Arrowheads
(Brian Stevens)
He reared his ugly head
And showed his visage white like ivory
And called out to the wild
To gather up a flock to keep
And from the shady trees
You saw the enemy
All around saw
The whites in all their eyes
He spread his fatted legs
And sat on all the fists that raised
No movement could be made
His shadow and all that weight
And with Jungle Jim
They were moving in
It was Tarzan and his arrowheads
With heaven's face and arms in place
Tarzan and his arrowheads
Your hands they shake,
In his tight embrace
Pith on all their heads
That baked under the southern sun
In crowds they stomped around
Through the only backyard around
And from the shady trees
You saw the enemy
It was Tarzan and his arrowheads
With heaven's face and arms in place
Tarzan and his arrowheads
Your hands they shake,
In his tight embrace
They don't care because they want to
They don't like the likes of you
They don't care because they'd love to see this through
They love to with you
He reared his ugly head
And showed his visage white like ivory
And called out to the wild
To gather up a clock to keep
And from the shady trees
You saw the enemy
It was Tarzan and his arrowheads
With heaven's face and arms in place
Tarzan and his arrowheads
Your hands they shake,
In his tight embrace
And the band played on...
And the band played on...
Circus Song
(Todd Spahr)
If, by chance you fall
Look to the small car
On your way down
Counting each clown, squeeze
How do they fit?
Then as always
You spread yourself thin
What three rings you ruled?
Befriending malformed ghouls
Need a favor?
Bearded maybe?
Still, a stroke of her arm
Is mistaken
As were all of ours
Swollen flesh, no sound
But we're keeping count
To him you sent us
To repent us sins
And why should he quit?
There's no savior,
For monster, that's it
When he sent us,
You'll repent us, sins
Why should he quit?
You're no savior
Monsters that's it
In the center
Our tormenter
Staves the lions roar
"Hate," you called him
But we followed him
And listened at your door
Now we're here to call
Hideous one and all
Helpless victims
Can't be twisted
But you
You'll bend like us all
No more big top
From now on you're small
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