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Check Out My Lava Lamp
02:17
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Check out my lava lamp
When Buddha cramps
He put an Elvis stamp on the karma
Send it back
Ridin’ in my El Camino
Takin’ it down to New Orleans-o
Is it cold where you are?
Do you see things in the dark?
If you put your arms in front of you,
Does it look like it would if you had no arms?
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Shot In The Head
04:33
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Great the sweat upon his nose
When sitting down in cautious trousers
‘I ordered for you, it has donned some mold,’
She said, as if to knock him over
He said, ‘I ran all the way from the train
Are you cold of heart if cool of steak?
There is a nagging deep down in my brain
Where the bullet done split my mind
Let me explain…
I’ve been shot in the head
Just a little bit
Behold the hole
What do you think of it?
I’ve lost some blood
But just a little bit
I always seem to have a lot of problems
No bulletproof vest
Protects the cranium
But I do my best
To take good care of him
You smell the fury
You get a whiff of me
I always seem to have a lot of problems’
Lula’s boy was 12 years old
And came home with dirt all across his knees
He said, ‘the neighborhood boys
Have gone all wiggiddy-whack
And Jenny digs when I flash my wicked phat gat.’
So Lula, stern and straight of spine,
Face all hard around the edges
Plugs a cotton ball between his eyes
And said, ‘son, you better be careful
You can’t go around getting…
Dan says to Steve at half-past 8,
‘Where is Matt, saboteur of rehearsals?’
Shawn proclaims, ‘That reprobate!
Let’s frag his ass get a new lanky singer’
Then from the window someone spies
A body on the street still unmolested by the
Birds that prey with watchful beaks
O'er the boys with skull upon their feet
They’ve been…
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My Balls
02:36
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Since you gone
My balls been feeling low
They wanna stay
When the rest of me wants to go out
Though we know
It’s all for the best
We can’t get your face
Out of our head
Since you left
Things just haven’t been the same
Though I comfort them
And implore them not to blame
But there’s no denyin’ it
It’s sad but it’s true
Since you left
My balls been feelin’ pretty blue
So my balls might hold a grudge
Might behave strangely
Like you never knew them at all
They’re full of jealousy
They’re full of wrath
They’re full babies we’ll never have
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Best Song On The Mix
02:46
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Think I’ll write you up a song
And put it down on a mix
The mix will have other songs
But this one will be special
Wedged between the Tom Waits
And the Guided By Voices
Pretty girl, I hope you like it
The song will express a lot of things
That I can’t tell you when we’re face to face
Like sometimes when you’re talking
Your mouth looks like an asshole
It’s the sort of thing that I’m reluctant to tell you
It’s awkward and hurtful
Plus, maybe it’s just me
But I’ve got a feeling we’ll be alright
If my lips don’t freeze to yours tonight
‘cuz the more I pull away
The more my face comes off
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Burn Yer Skull
02:47
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Look around for the band with the wild sounds
That rock you to your soul
Got a soul, sinking slow, got a new goal
To swish around in my feet
Contemplate, detonate, I un-relate
Disconnected from everyone
Lost an eye in the filth of the wild sounds
Kept it underneath my nails
And the green alienated boy was tasty
Pale and wasted
Sucked down those kids like blue popcorn
Buttered and pleasing (?)
Keep the creep greasy
Jam a thumb up the bum of equilibrium
I tip over, I stay tipped over
Drop a bomb on the lawn of the Pentagon
I relapse into detonation
The commandant’s looking gaunt in his new font
And new shows for his footless blues
Lost a head in the filth of the wild sounds
Cracked my ears open on the beat
Keep your faith like a gun in your underwear drawer
Whip it out when someone breaks into your opinions
Shoot a round in the air, shoot a bird down
The inevitable result of ideological conflict is a
Duck with a hole in its head, a busted duck
With blood coming out of its eyes
Lost a duck in the filth of the wild sounds
Went out and got a new duck
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Matt Savage Cambridge, Massachusetts
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