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Transgender Fender Bender

by Godboy

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1.
We are the opening band You don’t know if we’re good or bad We are the opening band We come before all the other bands We are the opening band We are feeling very nervous You might want to get a coffee But we don’t want you to get a coffee ‘Cuz if you go get a coffee then you’ll miss the opening band We are the opening band You still don’t know if we’re good or bad We are the opening band This is not our actual drummer We are the opening band And you don’t know But we’re still the opening band
2.
Kick Me In 02:03
Nothing’s ever gonna penetrate the force field now Nothing’s ever gonna change me Nothing’s ever gonna pry me from my pivot foot It’s filled with nails and made with wood And woe to those who, stuck behind me, straggle slow They brim with slurs and incantations Spells to speed my limp along the avenue They are witches, those surrounding you I need a lot of sleep tonight But lover’s legs are spread so wide And if the rest of me were way outside Then none of me would compromise Nothing’s ever gonna hit the skull so hard it gives Though killers rattle at my doorstep And, uninvited, stumble in and raid the fridge They are bastards, they are growing thick And woe to those with tubes to steal the fat from them Their glands repel the surest efforts But let’s not fail for lack of trying Remember, we are virile men And prone to jabbing
3.
She's Dreamy 03:29
The air is stiff on me, it slows me down Like bricks against the little man We move like we’re underwater The way you are really fucks me up You’ve got a finger in my brain It moves like it’s underwater In blood like your initials So everyone knows it’s you And you’re pressing down on the part In charge of whether I mind That you’re pressing down on the part In charge of whether I mind You are Who you You what Why you what You are Are you Who why What are you? Are you what? The trouble with you is you’re paranoid And everyone says so We talk about it after work When we all hang out The trouble with you is you’r e made of snot And you want the world to think you’re not But I’m onto you And what’s the point of being solid If everyone can move right through? Got a boot stuck in your abdomen It ain’t fair, it ain’t fair Got a piece of your head stuck in my hair It ain’t fair, it ain’t fair And I’m crapped out on the couch, half sleeping Half wiping your feet up off my feet Wondering if I’ll stick you back together Wondering if I’ll flick you across the room ‘Cuz you were in my position You’d roll me up into a little ball And balanced on your finger, Sure off one side to fall
4.
Waiting 01:26
And I’m waiting for you, girl And I’m waiting for you Come out tonight She said, and I’m waiting for you, boy I’m waiting for you Come out tonight I’m waiting for you girl I’m waiting for something
5.
Born Ugly 01:45
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Mouthful 01:34
With her tongue in my mouth She did say to me ‘How you doing? How’s the band?’ And I just could not understand With her tongue in my ear She did say to me ‘How you doing? How’s the band?’ And I just could not understand Our love is like water That collects on the side of the street The worms of my translation Come gurgling up at my feet With her tongue in my eye She did say to me ‘How you doing? How’s the band?’ And I just could not understand With her tongue in my ass She did say to me ‘How you doing? How’s the band?’ And I just could not understand
7.
He was a cat with a man’s feet And that cat with a man’s feet was me He was a mammal, but everyone called him a fish And that mammal who everyone called a fish was me
8.
Drive a truck over my head I don’t care Just don’t pull over When the cops turn on their lights To search the tires for something I thought Go straight through the night Keep your brain packed tight Inside your skull if that’s what you want Just don’t lose your face Lest the wind rip out your cerebellum And leave you sitting there To contemplate your shoes And these No Motor Control Blues And isn’t thinking great? If I tricked my shoulders Into being the very top of my body Would you be disappointed? Would you hold it against me And take back what you said About me being right That brains aren’t out of sight ‘Cuz when you take them out you can see them And they never look quite right ‘Cuz if you were gray and veiny I wouldn’t talk to you I’d poke you with a stick To see if you could move To find out if you were smooth And isn’t thinking great?
9.
Headhunting 02:23
Asses clenched in the saddle, Pedro Eye the plains for the next smoke signal Ponies bear tomahawk and arrow Weigh us down Half-dead and sallow Camouflaged, we are fart and rumor Omnipresent yet void of figure Let them aim at our sense of humor Enemies blow the ramparts over Slow, heaving steeds will go Into the night of innard flow It breaks my heart to see her Lounging in pots of secret broth It skins my knees to break her heart But perhaps she’s poisonous after all Compatriots, now the grim and slaughtered Hunkered low, we pass under cover Fancy in slo-mo, we’re hard mothers Unloading infrared beams on her In vain we brace the bow Headhunters inching toward out throats
10.
Bruised 01:53
You leave a little suicide on my lips You’re pretty groovy If I can just keep my shit together Will you stick around and use me? My secrets aren’t as fancy as yours But they keep me up at night I wanna be a clown for dead children And drunk all the time With one good lung pumping hard You run the rim like a race car driver You’re a flash of leaking diesel Sometimes you tilt right over the side Sometimes I wish you’d lose your balance Spill headlong into wheelchairs and neck braces Invalid, tiptoe through comas on two broken feet And limp to me through the morphine And tell me it’s cool to peel under your bandages I like you bruised Put your purple arm around me now
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12.
I’m in love with you Are you fine with that Do you want me to It’s the least that I can do And I’m better than All of the other boys I’m a lot of fun I’m a half-eaten Canadian We should spend some time just me and you And talk about the things we might talk about Sleep all day like vampires filled with blood Dreaming the daylight away, so babe Put your big teeth on Show me a smile You’re beautiful when you’re gone But I like you here
13.
Well, I didn’t come here lookin’ for a fight But a fight, you’re gonna get it ‘Cuz I kick it from Connecticut And I want to Gonna crack some skulls wide open On my manhood now And you didn’t come here lookin’ to be dead But you’re lookin’ at my girl And I just hate it when you look at my girl Gonna crack some skulls wide open On my manhood now Gonna bite, gonna slap Gonna fuck you up Keep it creamy She’s so dreamy Got a head Keep it creamy She’s all skull and spleen-y Got a head
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15.
Summer’s all boring That’s what I think now I’m sweaty and angsty There’s nothing on TV There’s no one around There’s no soul mate that I’ve found The ennui’s got me down Got a summer job downtown But nobody knows it How dirty the clothes get How greasy the hair falls Over my eyeballs So I don’t see that I’m Not eating vegetables And deterioration’s My only salvation But sometimes you’ve just gotta say fuck it When you’re too wired to sleep And you’re too tired to function And sometimes there’s just no other option So take it to the bedroom After work in the afternoon There’s no need to think I am automatic I can picture a girl I knew in college It’s a naked mirage, it’s a saucy montage
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Lovin' Fist 01:54
<intentional gibberish> Sometimes she puts her fist inside me Sometimes she says that she don’t know me Her expressions are so dramatic You would not believe it
17.
I’m a worm in my baby’s digestive tract She gets oh so sick with my love And consequently she vomits a lot Don’t why I love you like I do I’m one symbiosis-whipped motherfucker And I’m hung up over you

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Recorded and mixed on 4-track.

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released December 4, 1997

Steve Brykman—Drums
Dan Madri—Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Electronics, Piano
Matt Savage—Vocals
Shawn Setaro—Lead Guitar-o

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