Cambridge California
Hope you're free and better now
Your ceiling's gone
Hope your getting out more
Now the roof ain't on
Deanimation king who did not come to fix things
Now doesn't have to tell you why
So kick off your shoes
And feel some kind of free
For I may say things that make you feel beautiful
I did not mean to interrupt your day
But something now really carried me away
Is that a Leary Machine you got there
Yeah Oh
Hope you're feeling free and better now
Your feelings gone
Hope your getting out more
Now your roof ain't on
Deanimation king who did not come to fix things
Now doesn't have to tell you why
So kick off your shoes
And feel some kind of free
Coz I may say things that make you feel beautiful
So kick off your shoes
So kick off your shoes
Oh that Leary machine
Yeah yeah yeah
A Nanny in Manhattan
Here I go out the door of my
Apartment before I miss my train
And there's no way that is happening
Coz my girl you see
Has been doing things without me
So I'm going to see
What's been going on without me
Is my ex a film critic?
And now living as a nanny in manhattan
Hear this from me
Some folks are telling jokes about the
Secrets she writes about all
Words for each and every one of those
Songs about people that you know
From the train to the car
And as we drove I kept calling
Leaving cute one liners there on your machine
I'm looking in your window
And there's some guy looking back at me
Please tell me what the hell is happening
Well your ex, the film critic
Is now living as a nanny in Manhattan
Hear this from me
Some folks are telling jokes about the things that she wrote
Words for each and every one of those
Songs about people that you know
This is what I mean
So it should sound mean
It's just because you ain't actin' like a friend
Like our last phone call
Forget to chill
You need to know
And don't ever talk to me that way again
Shovel into Spade Kit
Hello, hello all here today
Down in my bag with me are gifts that you will call pure pleasure
You may if you see fit take a bit they're free
Why thank you very much sir
The gifts that you have there though lovely do look a bit silly
You couldn't give them away around here (X2)
All persons of the people
Who are in the know
Know that where action goes
Unlike your shovel into spade kit
You read too much into things
Which clearly means all in nothing
It just keeps you from following
All the wrong things
Elevator is Temporary
Scars that stretch past elbows
Too opaque to be called paint
They now are little jots
And memoirs
Rings in the limb that relive days spent
High enough to be relaxed as
Corruption wrecks my life
And now you be my ride
Through lips of liberty
The youth shall tale the deeds of suicide
Build an elevator through the sky
The name is suicide
And the elevator was the plan
Didn't know for real where it would go
Got on, pushed the button in
And said home
I'm your creator elevator
And you owe me big for this
I'm the one, lift me out of here
To some place with a difference
Corruption wrecks my life
And now you be my ride
Through lips of liberty
Tomorrow shall tale the deeds of suicide
Build an elevator through the sky
The name is suicide
And the elevator was the plan
And If your bags look
The same as they did before
Oh well, is it any wonder
Can't Make Your Life Better
Here now the trouble I'm finding
The mountain I am climbing
Keeps moving out from under
There's nothing I mind when I find
My mountain has gotten up to leave
And would have left if it weren't for me
As the sinister alphabet
That makes his first scene
Decked out to the nines
Arrows in ventricles say what they mean
As they whisper you troubles
You wish for her
Now don't say you don't
Oh really I can't, I won't
It's not your monsters that I mind
Now with the wallet I am missing
The bird you're velvet fisting
Or licking off some make-up
Ain't no new one-trick pony
Behind my old door
But man, there man
He don't know where you've been
And if I would share,
Would it be cool with him
As the sinister alphabet
Crashes my scene
Decked out to the nines
While ale in my oatmeal
Has made me quite mean
As they whisper your troubles
You wish for her (sounds like you miss her)
Now don't say you don't
Oh really I can't, I won't
It's not your monsters that I mind
Oh baby, you're better
I've packed up my bad vibe
So tell me is it really different when the light
Is tinted to the point you only see
A rosy shadow of the sea
Here better can't make your life better
And you have everything you need
Boxed up your beauty, gone to sleep
Out like the lady in his arms
Go tell daddy what is wrong
There was this trouble I was finding
The mountain I was climbing
Kept going away
And finally went away
Far away are all the years
You were my little girl of the World
Far away are all the years you were.......(repeat)*
*This is how the lyrics came, but after the
'little girl of the World' line he says
"Far away are the years you were my beloved trouble".
Who is Moving?
Hey man I know you can write
But you're just wasting paper now
You can stay up all night
And you'd never see your soul on paper anyhow
You don't want to die alone
Thirty-three and living with your mother
C'mon get outside coz it's outside and you're in
Coz you ain't movin' in on me friend
Move here and I'll move there and we'll compare
the coast lines
Take notes carefully
Being jaded doesn't help us
Coz we need to find
If everybody dies alone
And everybody here now has a mother?
Coz I have seen some very strange types
But they all now seem very friendly
And now you've been caught up in thick
That you forget which you need
Going on and on about the sad condition of the lawn
But lazy can't get to his feet
And with your mind made up
Any day could be your book
Hey man, I know you're alright
We'll get together later
We'll hang here and hang some there
Collaborate on books about exploring nature
How not to die alone
Clever letter writing to amuse our mothers
Coz there is outside and then here is outside!
The Tennis System
Dixey hangs
With a tricky lot of cowards
Who though not all star
Have prides too large
For a fair hunt on Ursa Minor
Hand me down directions
And I'll still lay what plans I can
So evening came
Only to pool what constellations figured would
Make shapely dancing girls of the world
Who are now in the parking lot
Flipping cars on to the lawn
Nice to be on the bridge
Sunshine, orangey, de de de*
After tasting who's down for some
Family style hellraisin'
Tossing young men from high windows
Care air lighter than Cosmo
Knows no bounds of charming
Building aisles of sound from my room
And sung so softly none understood
You better not break her backhand concentration
So evening came to pull apart
What Easter was left in her heart
Saying 'poor child there's your bear hunt'
You now need no things of this world
And he is of this world and dreams horizontally
Of girls half kangaroo all speaking English very well
For being girls who are now in the parking lot
Flipping cars on to the lawn
Nice to off the bridge
Sunshine, orangey, de de de*
After tasting who's down for some
Family style hellraisin'
Tossing young men from high windows
Care air lighter than Cosmo
Knows no bounds of charming
Building aisles of sound from my room
And sung so softly none understood
Poor dear, it must break you down to tears
And who will be warming the silver jets tonight?
Oh no, you are never where I need you
When I want to sleep
I know more tricks than your poor dick could stand
I refrain their use for your
Weak spine can't handle all my ways of soft destruction
Meant to bring you back to life
Like the day we went for eyes
And you whispered roses and there
I was standing at the front of the line
Demanding giant red ones
Oh poor child, you're such a sweet thing
Oh poor child, for you know nothing
Run from, run from me I want to change things
Run from me, run from me I want to bring you back to life
*This is how they appear, but the 'shine, orangey' is completely left out.
Paz En El Hogar
I don't learn from mistake
Viva erratic viva uncertainty
I've left time to say
Viva enigma viva your mystery
I could patiently wait
Viewing with pleasure all your activities
I could script every line as you
Down bottles of pure misery
For there's been nothing in this World
Ever like the show
And it's the stuff that gets you up in the
morning
And it's the stuff that keeps you dancing
As I'm buying and selling you as if you were
The same as the boots I am wearing
But I don't change things and
I'd be very leary of who does
And if pillars of steam add
Gold sheen to Virginian sunsets
You could learn to love
How now your ego is wailing*
She can't tell her Daddy who she loves
It's such a white mans game
For there was not a day when they were onto us
*I hear 'now my ego is wailing'.
Bring Up The Stamp
While growing up, kids stranger than others
would get together to plan games that no one else would.
For all their time together they figured new ways to relate to
each other for French was no good.
It was just that kind of season. Summer vacations with our hearts
in red sand.
And it was just for that reason when we got together, we knew who
was asking the questions.
Answering questions with smiles, giving questions as answers.
(All other lyrics on this song are improvised)
The Sammael Sea (does not appear on re-released version of album)
Good day good christian
Are you getting our daily advice
As we are now transmitting
If only to you
We just like to help
It's what we do
You see in our spare time
We like to keep active
Though all interference shall remain quite passive
And only for you
We just like to help
No really, it's what we do
We'll show you quicker ways
Solutions for even the harshest situations
Your lessons here begin with
Loss of your sinnings
Now black eyed vibrations sing to your beginning
And wholely it's true
We just love to laugh with you
And what laughs we'll have with you
We'll show you quicker ways
Solutions for even the harshest situations
Baby calm down
Baby everything's better
Your death was your life
As we jumble the letters
All is not good
All is not true
That's we laugh for you
Returns Every Morning
Playing in the morning
As you may need a reminding
Where I am
And if it's morning
It must be morning
Hear it in the morning
As you may care to pretend
That I'm downstairs
And if it's morning
It must be morning
I'm flying to coast
And I'm going to see my best friend
For he is going to marry his
Very very best friend
And when I get back
We'll start an acid rock band
But anyone can do the band thing now, man
To hear it in the morning
As you may need a reminder
What's downstairs
It's morning......
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