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1. |
Why No Minus?
03:37
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The chrome got so hot in the sunshine
You thought you could see it move
Reverberating like turpentine
What the minus sign would improve
Why no minus?
It’s surely not a plus.
House divided
What will become of us?
The kids gathered ‘round The Oldsmobile
They pointed up to the sky
The interlopers were arriving
…and we still felt like getting high
Why no minus?
We’re multiples of one
Not abandoned
The blues are on the run
They landed behind the hockey rink
Presumably to set up camp
Did the ice melt in the kitchen sink?
Why was everything so damp?
That’s an expensive cannonball.
Those are some brand new tires.
There’s a dent in the hood of my car.
The security guards are liars.
The Flash dashed across the astroturf
The plastic started to melt
The kids all listened to “Charlie Don’t Surf.”
On Radio Roosevelt
Why No Minus?
Baby, you’re so square
Why no minus?
Baby, I don’t care.
Why No Minus?
Baby, you’re so square
Why no minus?
Baby, I don’t care.
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2. |
Opening/Closing
03:45
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Where to begin?
Let’s start right here.
The underside
Of Stratosphere.
When we appeared
In Santa Fe
With nothing but A Cabernet
Our suits were torn
Our lips were split
The children born
Who did not fit
Don’t put your hand on the glass
Don’t leave the lights on besides
We’re here in the hemisphere
In our stainless steel rides
You found us jobs
You gave us art
To drop inside
A shopping cart
We did our best
To blend right in
While we convulsed
In second skin
Our suits were torn
Our lips were split
The children born
Who did not fit
Don’t put your hand in the flame
Don’t leave the toy in the box
Living under assumed names
Using blankets to detox
We left an unholy trench
A mile long and two feet wide
They say you could hear the stench
As the fossils liquefied
So here we are In Santa Fe
I have a gig With Chevrolet
I hear the lights
I see the cracks
On the surface
Of Crackerjacks
Please tell me when
You will arrive
To take us home
I’ll believe it when I see it.
Don’t put your hair in a bun
No trouble on my account
I will live a thousand years
I will live a thousand years
I’ll be here.
I’ll be here.
I’m stranded.
I’m stranded.
I’m stranded.
I’ll be here.
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3. |
I Can Hook You Up
02:37
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I can hook you up.
I can throw you a curve
In the kitchen
Where I cook the books.
I can hook you up.
If I had twice the nerve
Stop your bitching
Using nasty looks.
Seems obvious to me
They’re leaving in droves
There’s a man up the street
Selling fishes and loaves
I can hook you up
Not with what you deserve
Your religion
They’re a bunch of crooks
Seems obvious to me
They’re climbing the hills
There’s a tent in the trees
Where people burn their bills
I can hook you up
Oh I can hook you up
Baby I can hook you up
With whatever you request
I can hook you up
Oh I can hook you up
Baby I can hook you up
But it might not be the best
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4. |
Don't Beat Yourself Up
01:55
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Don't beat yourself up.
Don't beat yourself up.
Don't beat yourself up.
Don't beat yourself up.
Don't beat yourself up.
Don't beat yourself up.
Don't beat yourself up.
Don't beat yourself up.
Don't beat yourself up.
Don't beat yourself up.
Don't beat yourself up.
Don't beat yourself up.
Don't beat yourself up.
Don't beat yourself up.
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5. |
Stray Dog
03:18
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I misplaced my gun
Just like I lost my keys
I tried to make it fun
Mumbling in the breeze
My gun had some weight
A pound or slightly more
Pound for pound is too late
For us to ignore
We looked for my gun
On the roof In the trash
Should we walk
Will we run
Do we pay in cash
Stray Dog
I watched Stray Dog
Last Night
Stray Dog
Stray Dog
I forgot my colt
Just where I cannot know
My boss called me a dolt
And had me shoveling snow
Then my gun arrived
In a crate made of wood
Held by a cadaver
On his way to Hollywood
They said he had the style
His life has just begun
He was just a juvenile
Who found a missing gun
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6. |
Did I Wake You?
03:32
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7. |
Caveman Serial Killer
04:06
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He wandered the steppes
With a skull in one hand and a stone in the other
Cain was his main inspiration
Unable was his brother.
He walked for days and days
Until the sun and the ground
Met in a line a thousand days away
Looking for someone just like him
To kill on a whim
Everything was searing and red
The ground and the sky
It hurt to watch
He didn’t care why
He kept on walking
He met another near the hills
He cracked his skull with the stone
And hid him near a pile of dirt
He didn’t care why
He continued alone
And one day he died
Dropping to ground where he once stood
There was nothing left in him
He was bereft of good And evil
There was only him
And his stone and his skull
Fell from his hands
Into the sand
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8. |
I Want What You Want
03:21
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I want what you want
I didn’t say I don’t
I’ll be up all afternoon
Documentaries about the moon
Landings in New Mexico
The men from Texaco
Nobody knew between you and…
I want what you want
We can’t say I won’t
The Thai place is serving lunch
When I’m done my Captain Crunch
You can drive us halfway there
I’ll walk the rest if you don’t care
It’s up to you
Between you and…
I want what you want
I’ll never say die
I want what you want
We’ll make it work
I suppose
I want what you want
That’s what I said
Over and over
That’s what I said
The weight of evidence Is on my side
The burden of proof
Arrives at low tide
Sinking in the sand I’ll lend a hand
Because I want what you want
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9. |
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We got a call from the boys in the lab
Who told us they had been wrong all along
That thing’s been hanging around for years
Well before we’d heard of Mao Tse-Tung
They took it apart and they let it loose It returned with all its brand new friends
They smoked until their throats were black
That’s what the surgeon general recommends
You can't prove anything
Even when you do
We’ll find something else to find T
here it is in black and blue
I tried moved to Sacramento
To see if I could get a half-assed job
The last time I wore my Nixon mask
I was looking for a place to rob
They told the people at the liquor store
Not to spit on the expensive tiles
I can see what they’re trying to do
Hell, I can see the secret files
You can't prove anything
Even if you did
Someone else proved something else
Move your family to another grid
Here comes the end of the world
Introducing the end of the world
A brig round of applause for the end of the world
We’ll see you all next year
Well, most of you.
Probably not all.
They looted all the hospitals
And the orphanages and the schools
They were mad that all the adderall
Was racist.
You can't prove anything
I’d like to see you try
Sit yourself near the amplifier
I’d like to see you die.
Here comes the end of the world
Introducing the end of the world
A brig round of applause for the end of the world
We’ll see you all next year
Well, most of you.
Probably not all.
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10. |
Exhaust
04:04
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They’re making pots and pans
Out of stuff they found on The Moon
Rubber tires and exhaust fans
Peak oil peaked too soon
I had a dream last night
That ended Monday afternoon
My alibi was too airtight
It popped like a balloon
Space is the place
Pack your suitcase
You’re out on your ass
This time next year
There’s no room left
Property is theft
So work the room
In the atmosphere
I wait in line all day
To get ice in a paper sack
There’s a flyer inside my room
And a schedule on the back
Space is the place
If that’s the case
You’ll be dead by the time you read this
Two billion gone
After the dawn
Of a sun the color
Of a kiss
Celcius or fahrenheit
We’re all gonna choke
So remember things
Go better with Coke
Canada Dry Ginger Ale
It’s not too damned sweet
Put on your sun glasses
You can beat the heat
We can’t beat the heat
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