________Badd5________Dadd5_F5________________________
there's an old sayin' in this town, that if ya don't like it here, you can
______E5
always leave
Badd5____________Dadd5_F5________________E5
ya know cheatin' is for liars, an' I got nothin' up my sleeve,
Badd5_____________Dadd5__F5______________E5
that don't really matter anyway, I aint gettin' what I need
B5________________________D5________F5____________________
what ya give aint always what ya wanna give, an' what ya get aint always
_______E5
what ya wanna get
Badd5___________________Dadd5_F5____________________E5
it's a scream that it aint about love, in this land of emotional cowards,
Badd5______________Dadd5______________F5_________________
'cuz when I was thinkin', I was thinkin' real hard, guess she was just busy
__________E5
takin' a shower
Badd5___________Dadd5___F5__________________E5
an' the whole worlds closin' in, guess I should be bustin' out
Badd5_______________________Dadd5___F5_________________E5
there aint even nothin' here like a real crime, it just makes me wanna shout
B5________________________D5________F5____________________
what ya give aint always what ya wanna give, an' what ya get aint always
_______E5
what ya wanna get
B5________________________D5________F5____________________
what ya give aint always what ya wanna give, an' what ya get aint always
_______E5
what ya wanna get
Badd5_________________Dadd5_F5___________________E5
usta complain 'bout the little things, now I don't 'cuz I aint got nothin'
B5________________________D5________F5____________________
what ya give aint always what ya wanna give, an' what ya get aint always
_______E5
what ya wanna get
B5________________________D5________F5____________________
what ya give aint always what ya wanna give, an' what ya get aint always
_______E5
what ya wanna get
Badd5_____________Dadd5_F5________________________
if the dust ever settles on this, maybe I could lecture y'all on real
E5
power,
Badd5_______Dadd5_F5_____________________E5
not that it matters anyway, there's nothin' much ta learn
Badd5_______Dadd5_F5_____________________E5
empty pockets in my brain, an' there's nothin' left ta earn
B5________________________D5________F5____________________
what ya give aint always what ya wanna give, an' what ya get aint always
_______E5
what ya wanna get
B5________________________D5________F5____________________
what ya give aint always what ya wanna give, an' what ya get aint always
_______E5
what ya wanna get
Badd5_______Dadd5_F5______________________E5
thought I wanted sweet love, fooled myself I was givin' it
Badd5______Dadd5_F5____________________E5
when this all blows over, probably gonna raise my fist
B5________________________D5________F5____________________
what ya give aint always what ya wanna give, an' what ya get aint always
_______E5
what ya wanna get
B5________________________D5________F5____________________
what ya give aint always what ya wanna give, an' what ya get aint always
_______E5
what ya wanna get
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________Badd5________Dadd5_F5________________________
there's an old sayin' in this town, that if ya don't like it here, you can
______E5
always leave
Badd5____________Dadd5_F5________________E5
ya know cheatin' is for liars, an' I got nothin' up my sleeve,
Badd5_____________Dadd5__F5______________E5
that don't really matter anyway, I aint gettin' what I need
Charles Claymore ©2004 crap/fertilizer music
contents
triple blind eyes trin'ta spy what's in my gold pan
ziggin' when I should zag but you sure smell good in my clothes
i'm a ball a dust kicked up floatin' over your hardpan
when what I really rather be is a flower on your sundress
ten more days of an' my beat up car'll float
the 1996 budget travel guide to the world
says you can live just about anywhere in the western world for under
twenty-five dollars a day
but I can assure you that the cost is far more than that
ten more days of rain an' my beat up car'll float
usta love thundershowers now I hear'em every mornin'
but I can assure you that the cost is far more than that
the 1996 budget travel guide to the world
says you can live just about anywhere in the western world for under
twenty-five dollars a day
but I can assure you that the cost is far more than that
ten more more days of rain an' my beat up car'll float
usta love thundershowers now see'em every mornin'br>
but I can assure you that the cost is far more than that
triple blind eyes trin' ta spy what's in my gold pan
ziggin' when I should zag but ya sure smell good in my clothes
i'm a ball a dust kicked up floatin' over your hardpan
when what i'd really rather be is a flower on your sundress
ten more days of rain an' my beatup car'll float
usta love thundershowers but now I fear'em every morning
(3x)but I can assure you that the cost is far more than that
beautiful for the flowers devastatin' for the corn
ziggin' when I should zag
chuckie claymore
© 1996 crap/fertilizer music
contents
Gauge
Lately these days it's all about no
How can ya place when ya don't even show
Drawin' lines with your mind
Mystery rings loud in my ears
Let the world show you there's no place for fears
Can I walk, can ya talk
Whatza matter anyway
There's no gauge without stage
How can you tell when you can't even smell
How can you stalk when you jus' wanna balk
Never here always there
Am I in your hair
Never near always far, ya forgot we're all stars
How can you tell when you can't even smell
How can you stalk when you jus' wanna balk
Sure ya care, and you're stuck, but I give a fuck
It's a pain, an' a strainbr>
How can you tell when you can't even smell
How can you stalk when you jus' wanna balk
Can I talk, can ya walk, whatza matter anyway
There's no gauge with out stage
We can give and we can give, I jus' wanna live
There's no time, 'cept for shine, I think we'll be fine
Never near always far, ya forgot we're all stars
Never near always far, ya forgot we're all stars
Never near always far, ya forgot we're all stars
There's no time, 'cept for shine, ya forgot we're all stars
There's no time, 'cept for shine, ya forgot we're all stars
There's no time, 'cept for shine, ya forgot we're all stars
There's no time, 'cept for shine.
Charles Claymore copyright2003crap/fertilizermusic
contents
horse
well i started out thinkin anything i do would simply turn out
and i�ve finished up now feelin all i can do�s keep my ass out the
ground for a while
you can belly a horse right up ta the bar but why i ask when he�s had enough
you can lead a horse right back outa the bar but thinkin�s like drinkin�
i need AA of the mind
(chorus)
cuz i�m lonely inside just like i�ve been since i was five
an i don�t know what i should do with me or you
to me or you
for me and you
pinin� away for a girl ta make my life complete jus found out that woman is me
a big ole brain in a man with a temper is tryin ta get in touch with his masculine side
an� no matter what ya think or how i act an feeel i�m still just a head in a dress
cuz a wand up yer ass is still a stick up your butt so i�ll keep
tryin ta step with grace
(chorus)
seems the more i�m surrounded with people i know the less i can actually call friends
a band in your hand is worth two tattoos but only if you�re outa the gate
still a rock-n-roll nigger with my finger on the trigger suckin�
on the barrel jus� waitin� ta go out
thought my aim and resolve was true oh what an embarrassment
�shell�s still in my pants
(chorus)
well i started out thinkin� anything i do would simply turn out
and i�ve finished up now feelin� all i can do�s keep my ass outa
the ground for a while
c.claymore
©1999crap/fertilizer music
contents
diction
uncommon trace of experience
rhythmic swell of the heart
bitter denunciation
division in two parts
de facto absolute ruler
smooth choice of words
means of concealing action
able to be believed
informal disturbance
steering device
a drumlike instrument
beginning of flight
oh sweet syncopation
arrangement of words
another translation
no one�s ever heard
a long road bridge
energetic morsel of food
hopeful moral depravity
we�re all so crude
a number of occurrences
are vain; useless
or nailed to the wheel
or thoroughly put to flight
momentary bright light
clairvoyant obsession
at the very front of beginning
readily broken
not bound or controlled
frontier of vapor
reward of endeavor
able to be believed
(break: verse & bridge)
(up major 4th )
speak distinctly
furnish the necessity
something indispensible
inscription on a tomb
white squall of a lifetime
smooth sweet desserts
study of neuroses
flat-bottom shallow boat
delicate, unearthly
doubtful meaning of nature
long poem of heroism
upper part of the atmosphere
cite one by one
give to someone in trust
contemplate as likely
something indispensible
sweet syncopation
readily broken
clairvoyant obsession
frontier of vapor
soul�s a soft whisp�ring sound
not a fixed routine
or divided and syllabified
(repeat) I think you know what I mean
c.claymore/askew
©1999 crap/fertilizer music
contents
udhabd: beyond life
a shower of gold coins could not satisfy the craving
and the end of all pleasure is pain
and though we�ve seen lots of footage of him
could you also spot the clown inside
the trail is primitive and difficult to follow
but I�m sure it�s well worth the visit
will the trial even proceed tomorrow
by what path would you entice your soul?
(turnaround)
who can leap through the world�s ties
an� sit with Han Shan among white clouds
would you carry me
could you follow me
(chorus)
how can there be laughter
when in deep darkness will you not ask for a lamp
painted puppet with jointed limbs
sometimes suffering never permanent
the rafters of sins are broken
the fever of craving is hopefully going away
long legged herons standing sad
like broken vows deploring things past and gone
but the virtue of the good never grows old
and the glorious chariots of the kings always wear out
dharma bum changed everybody�s name
just another way to parcel fame
bottle of Tokai was his major sin
would you follow him
(chorus)
how can there be laughter
when in deep darkness will you not ask for a lamp
painted puppet with jointed limbs
sometimes suffering never permanent
the rafters of sins are broken
the fever of craving is hopefully going away
long legged herons standing sad
like broken vows deploring things past and gone
but the virtue of the good never grows old
and the glorious chariots of the kings always wear out
I am filled with a righteous anger
without ever quite even knowing why
it�s an anagram
your body�s a sedan
could be a flim-flam
I don�t give a damn
(repeat) it�s an anagram (1st & 4th measures)
(fade on turnaround riff)
askew/c.claymore/s.yamuni
©1999crap/fertilizer music
contents
fifteen minutes
fifteen minutes in the sun
fifteen minutes then we fail
fifteen minutes with the beautiful people
fifteen minutes its the holy grail
ahhhah uhuhhhahhh
fifteen minutes ah ha ha
fifteen minutes an� a lotta handshakes
fifteen minutes an�the whole time we�re baked
fifteen minutes then i�m s�posed ta die
the band breaks up, the magazines ask why
ah one buys a boat, one goes ta jail
the other finds god an�goes inta sales
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh haaaaa aa ha ha
aw, one buys a boat, one goes ta jail
the other finds god an�goes inta sales
then we�re done
chuckie claymore ©1996 crap/fertilizermusic
contents
Will you be going?
I�m tired of holdin� up this mirror
my arm hurts don�t see anything clearer
an� I�m still troubled of the many things
we all said years ago
our cynical natures an� idealism
strange mixture of dirt an� gold
the sin is mightier than the word
among many things that�s what I�ve heard
the acute sensibilities are very much akin
to italian modern film
we all live in metaphor once again like refired clay in a kiln
once born
twice born
thrice torn
don�t mourn
(2x)an� those fine injuries we�ve all inflicted
on ourselves can�t be ignored anyhow
see yourself in someone�s eyes
we all have the same eyes, visions
hit the brain upside down
then we turn it around
now they�re your eyes, but we�re
listening to the sound
we can�t turn around
they�re not your eyes
so thanks for the opportunity to have my dolphin
tuna free, mem�ries are cheap ecstasy
look at the frenzy, will you be going
here�s my �shattered glass in an acid bath�
look at the aftermath
good evening
c. claymore
©1999 crap/fertilizermusic
contents
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Changing LINKS
Lately these days it's all about no
How can ya place when ya don't even show
Drawin' lines with your mind
Mystery rings loud in my ears
Let the world show you there's no place for fears
Can I walk, can ya talk
Whatza matter anyway
There's no gauge without stage
How can you tell when you can't even smell
How can you stalk when you jus' wanna balk
Never here always there
Am I in your hair
Never near always far, ya forgot we're all stars
How can you tell when you can't even smell
How can you stalk when you jus' wanna balk
Sure ya care, and you're stuck, but I give a fuck
It's a pain, an' a strainbr> How can you tell when you can't even smell
How can you stalk when you jus' wanna balk
Can I talk, can ya walk, whatza matter anyway
There's no gauge with out stage
We can give and we can give, I jus' wanna live
There's no time, 'cept for shine, I think we'll be fine
Never near always far, ya forgot we're all stars
Never near always far, ya forgot we're all stars
Never near always far, ya forgot we're all stars
There's no time, 'cept for shine, ya forgot we're all stars
There's no time, 'cept for shine, ya forgot we're all stars
There's no time, 'cept for shine, ya forgot we're all stars
There's no time, 'cept for shine.
Charles Claymore copyright2003crap/fertilizermusic
contents
horse
well i started out thinkin anything i do would simply turn out
and i�ve finished up now feelin all i can do�s keep my ass out the
ground for a while
you can belly a horse right up ta the bar but why i ask when he�s had enough
you can lead a horse right back outa the bar but thinkin�s like drinkin�
i need AA of the mind
(chorus)
cuz i�m lonely inside just like i�ve been since i was five
an i don�t know what i should do with me or you
to me or you
for me and you
pinin� away for a girl ta make my life complete jus found out that woman is me
a big ole brain in a man with a temper is tryin ta get in touch with his masculine side
an� no matter what ya think or how i act an feeel i�m still just a head in a dress
cuz a wand up yer ass is still a stick up your butt so i�ll keep
tryin ta step with grace
(chorus)
seems the more i�m surrounded with people i know the less i can actually call friends
a band in your hand is worth two tattoos but only if you�re outa the gate
still a rock-n-roll nigger with my finger on the trigger suckin�
on the barrel jus� waitin� ta go out
thought my aim and resolve was true oh what an embarrassment
�shell�s still in my pants
(chorus)
well i started out thinkin� anything i do would simply turn out
and i�ve finished up now feelin� all i can do�s keep my ass outa
the ground for a while
c.claymore
©1999crap/fertilizer music
contents
diction
uncommon trace of experience
rhythmic swell of the heart
bitter denunciation
division in two parts
de facto absolute ruler
smooth choice of words
means of concealing action
able to be believed
informal disturbance
steering device
a drumlike instrument
beginning of flight
oh sweet syncopation
arrangement of words
another translation
no one�s ever heard
a long road bridge
energetic morsel of food
hopeful moral depravity
we�re all so crude
a number of occurrences
are vain; useless
or nailed to the wheel
or thoroughly put to flight
momentary bright light
clairvoyant obsession
at the very front of beginning
readily broken
not bound or controlled
frontier of vapor
reward of endeavor
able to be believed
(break: verse & bridge)
(up major 4th )
speak distinctly
furnish the necessity
something indispensible
inscription on a tomb
white squall of a lifetime
smooth sweet desserts
study of neuroses
flat-bottom shallow boat
delicate, unearthly
doubtful meaning of nature
long poem of heroism
upper part of the atmosphere
cite one by one
give to someone in trust
contemplate as likely
something indispensible
sweet syncopation
readily broken
clairvoyant obsession
frontier of vapor
soul�s a soft whisp�ring sound
not a fixed routine
or divided and syllabified
(repeat) I think you know what I mean
c.claymore/askew
©1999 crap/fertilizer music
contents
udhabd: beyond life
a shower of gold coins could not satisfy the craving
and the end of all pleasure is pain
and though we�ve seen lots of footage of him
could you also spot the clown inside
the trail is primitive and difficult to follow
but I�m sure it�s well worth the visit
will the trial even proceed tomorrow
by what path would you entice your soul?
(turnaround)
who can leap through the world�s ties
an� sit with Han Shan among white clouds
would you carry me
could you follow me
(chorus) how can there be laughter
when in deep darkness will you not ask for a lamp
painted puppet with jointed limbs
sometimes suffering never permanent
the rafters of sins are broken
the fever of craving is hopefully going away
long legged herons standing sad
like broken vows deploring things past and gone
but the virtue of the good never grows old
and the glorious chariots of the kings always wear out
dharma bum changed everybody�s name
just another way to parcel fame
bottle of Tokai was his major sin
would you follow him
(chorus) how can there be laughter
when in deep darkness will you not ask for a lamp
painted puppet with jointed limbs
sometimes suffering never permanent
the rafters of sins are broken
the fever of craving is hopefully going away
long legged herons standing sad
like broken vows deploring things past and gone
but the virtue of the good never grows old
and the glorious chariots of the kings always wear out
I am filled with a righteous anger
without ever quite even knowing why
it�s an anagram
your body�s a sedan
could be a flim-flam
I don�t give a damn
(repeat) it�s an anagram (1st & 4th measures)
(fade on turnaround riff)
askew/c.claymore/s.yamuni
©1999crap/fertilizer music
contents
fifteen minutes
fifteen minutes in the sun
fifteen minutes then we fail
fifteen minutes with the beautiful people
fifteen minutes its the holy grail
ahhhah uhuhhhahhh
fifteen minutes ah ha ha
fifteen minutes an� a lotta handshakes
fifteen minutes an�the whole time we�re baked
fifteen minutes then i�m s�posed ta die
the band breaks up, the magazines ask why
ah one buys a boat, one goes ta jail
the other finds god an�goes inta sales
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh haaaaa aa ha ha
aw, one buys a boat, one goes ta jail
the other finds god an�goes inta sales
then we�re done
chuckie claymore ©1996 crap/fertilizermusic
contents
Will you be going?
I�m tired of holdin� up this mirror
my arm hurts don�t see anything clearer
an� I�m still troubled of the many things
we all said years ago
our cynical natures an� idealism
strange mixture of dirt an� gold
the sin is mightier than the word
among many things that�s what I�ve heard
the acute sensibilities are very much akin
to italian modern film
we all live in metaphor once again like refired clay in a kiln
once born
twice born
thrice torn
don�t mourn
(2x)an� those fine injuries we�ve all inflicted
on ourselves can�t be ignored anyhow
see yourself in someone�s eyes
we all have the same eyes, visions
hit the brain upside down
then we turn it around
now they�re your eyes, but we�re
listening to the sound
we can�t turn around
they�re not your eyes
so thanks for the opportunity to have my dolphin
tuna free, mem�ries are cheap ecstasy
look at the frenzy, will you be going
here�s my �shattered glass in an acid bath�
look at the aftermath
good evening
c. claymore
©1999 crap/fertilizermusic
contents
All background art is by Ferrari Silverpowder
Contact him at: F. Silverpowder
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