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1. |
Baby I'm The Ghost
06:25
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You can’t see what’s left
But you know that I’m right
I’m barely even here
I’m still out of sight
I’m going to slide through the wall
The evening’s not done
I’ll rearrange the candlesticks because, baby, I’m the one
Baby, I’m The Ghost
Oh, girl, can’t you see
I’m never more than the most
There’s not much to me
I’m looking right through you
I’ll bet you could say the same
Stare into your mirror
Try to understand my name
Baby, I’m The Ghost
The Fastest One Alive
Which doesn’t make much sense
Since I didn’t survive
I’m gonna rattle your dice
I’m gonna boil your rice
I’m gonna switch off the lights
Then turn them back on
I’m gonna shudder and moan
At the microphone
No-one can sleep
When I start ringing them bells
Now it’s time to start
The evening’s events
I’m hiding all the good stuff
In the teacups with chips
Baby, I’m the Ghost
From midnight till six
Be sure to tell the children
That the kids are for tricks
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2. |
Who's Gonna Tell Him?
03:41
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Who’s gonna tell him
Who’s gonna tell him when he comes home
Who’s gonna tell him
Who’s gonna tell him that there was no need
There was no need for him to leave
Even less for his return
We asked him to support us when we had money to burn
Who’s gonna tell him
Who’s gonna tell him when he gets back
Who’s gonna tell him
Who’s gonna tell him we smoked all his crack
He’s going to tan our hides, tonight
When he finds out what we’ve done
There’s no use in taking sides
We’re better off if we run
We better run
We lied and we lied and we lied and we lied and we lied and we lied and we lied
We lied and we lied and we lied and we lied and we lied and we lied and we tried
We tried to blame it all on him or anyone else but us
But we kept on trying
We kept on lying
We couldn’t stop
We couldn’t stop
Sometimes lies are the next best thing When the truth is not around
The truth is always here, I fear
Don’t ask him to expound
He’s going to kill us all
They’ll say we had it coming
And they’d be right
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3. |
Electrovolt Thunderbolt
04:09
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electrovolt thunderbolt
i’m gonna drive my car
made of chrome
past the dome
where they keep the drums and wires
cinderella salmonella
i’m gonna drink the bar
dry as a bone
all alone
while i listen to the liars
i ride an x-ray escalade
down to the latest escapade
slide down the chimney every night
so i don’t have to pay
no i don’t have to pay
the drinks are always free
not for you but free for me
not for you but free for me
free for me
mr. fix it always gets it
at the local reservoir
place your bets
no regrets
pull your teeth out with the pliers
undertow daddy-o
time to bid you au revoir
mom’s on the phone
my covers blown
the membership expires
i down a handful of new pills
i heard my main man pays the bills
sit by the pool for half the day
it’s out of sight
it’s out of sight
the drinks are always free
not for you but free for me
not for you but free for me
free for me
aren’t you happy for me?
aren’t you happy for me?
aren’t you happy for me?
i’m set free
i’m free
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4. |
Here Comes The 2nd Act
04:22
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I heard them argue near the shed
I saw them hide the turpentine
Under a kite made out of lead
The color of a clementine
I want to talk to the chef
Not him, the real chef
I want to talk to the manager
Not you, the one with the necktie
I couldn’t find a place to park
Until I called the state police
The dragged me out into the dark
And charged us fifteen cents apiece
I want to talk to The Pope
The one I saw on TV
I want to talk to Al Hirt
Flight Of The Bumblebee
The bark is tough beneath your hands
As you stagger to your feet
The cops presented their demands
Which I did not expect to meet
I was sick of the help
I was tired of the night
I guess you had to be there
Which would have made me so much less lonely
If you were there
I wouldn’t have to leave
And hang around the sidewalks
I could just stay
I want to talk to the man
Who organized this whole thing
I understand that his plan
Would fit me like a king
I called a ride to get back home
But my teeth were made of glass
Reflected in the dirt
Was a message on my shirt
Written in blood
It said, “Come again”
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5. |
Giant Insect
03:51
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I drove out to the desert
With a giant bug to bury
The days grew longer every night
The night’s weren’t necessary
The van was made of chocolate
A special kind that would not run
You can park it in the sunshine
Underneath a gatling gun
Speaking of guns
We need to kill
All the giant insects
They’re invading our towns
It’s up to us
We need to kill
All the giant insects
With our nervous breakdowns
I unfolded my new shovel
Excavating all six feet
I kicked six legs inside a hole
My mission seemed complete
I called the supervisor
Was he wearing his disguise?
A plastic mask over his head
I could hear it in his eyes
Speaking of eyes
We need to kill
All the giant insects
They’re degrading our lives
It’s up to us
We need to kill
All the giant insects
Serenading us with knives
They came here so recently
We had no time to prepare
We were expecting someone else
They caught us unaware
The giant bugs were dumb and slow
And not too bright at all
But they took up some much damned room
And inhaled aerosol
The Pentagon sent me a check
To help me pay for gas
They asked me not to cash it
Until it knocked me on my ass
I take it as a point of pride
To decimate those things
So I drive around the country
Setting fire to their wings
Speaking of that
We need to kill
All the giant insects
Before your mother gets home
It’s up to us We need to kill
All the giant insects
And bring them to Jerome
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6. |
Better You Than Me
02:54
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Better you than me.
Better you than me.
As you can plainly see
The bourgeoisie agree
Better you than me
We’re at our apogee
I’m taller than a tree
Thick as a manatee
So it’s better you than me
I heard of a man who bought a slot machine
With the cash that he stole from God
When it came time for him to cash in his chips
He was broiled like a cod
Better you than me
Better you than me
Here in The Baltic Sea
Let’s join in this chanty
Better you than me
Sting like a bumblebee
A bored retiree
Banging on a tympani
So it’s better you than me
I once saw a man drive in reverse
Downhill on Lombard Street in San Francisco
He ended up disrupting the New Year’s Day Parade
When they stuffed his breaks with Crisco
Better you than me. Better you than me.
We’re out of Genesee
We gave it all to charity
Better you than me
In all actuality.
Without hyperbole
At The Silver Jubilee
Bring a skeleton key
And an honorary degree
From a known university
And hepatitis b
Such idiosyncrasy
Better you than me
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7. |
Judee Sill
03:11
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Well, I got up at five
To go outside and stare at the lawn.
The green looked gray and smooth
While I drank Ceylon
From a mug with a picture
Of a talking sponge
The only color I saw
The mist made my face vibrate
The creaking of the trees
Avoiding an ancient saw
I sat on a wooden table
And felt the water in my clothes
And watched the tea vibrate and shimmer
I held it in my hands
Looking down at a sea
That I held in my hands
My jacket looked like moss
And my hair began to shine
And I looked across the lawn
And declared the rain to be mine
The rain is mine
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8. |
My Favorite Time
03:11
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My favorite time to pass
Is the time I pass with you
Four thirty in the morning
The black will turn to blue
My favorite thing to say
Is the thing you don’t expect
All the wine is perfectly fine
And the stories intersect
Our love will ricochet
Around the block tonight
We spilled the cabernet
Which was really just all right
My favorite things
My favorite times
Aren’t worth the dimes
They’re printed on
My favorite clothes to wear
Are the ones that aren’t in style
I keep them in the office
In a cabinet I marked “file”
My favorite things to steal
Are the things that overlap
Some stories and some songs
And somebody’s thinking cap
Our love reverberates
Across the grassy knoll
No-one got their story straight
Underneath the totem pole
My favorite songs
My favorite times
Don’t even rhymes
With anything
Take it down Take it down
Sub marine Sub marine
Our love incinerates All within its view
If you think they’re sick of me
Just wait ’til they meet you
Our love exaggerates
Everything that went just right
They all called it a one shot deal
When the failure turned to flight
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9. |
Maine
03:57
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I drove up through Maine
On the way to Montreal
The signs drove me insane
It was wild to hear that call
I listened to Penderecki
And Teddy Pendergrass
Nothing really seemed to rhyme
When I filled it up with gas
I picked up a hitchhiker
With a star stuck to her face
No-one seemed to like her
She took up too much space
So we stopped in Kennebunkport
And asked her to step out
Instead she grabbed the steering wheel
And we all began to shout
Things like this only happen in Maine
They never happen in Fargo, North Dakota
There’s an angry woman with a voodoo doll
Demanding that I let her drive the Toyota
She put a curse on the lady in the back seat
When she tried to steal the mojo from her hand
The lady chirped like a parakeet
And her voice resembled paper made from sand
I jumped out of the car and ran inside
The back door of the local hardware store
They asked if I had given a friendly ride
To a witch who’d arrived from Baltimore
Things like this only happen in Maine
They never happen in Saint Cloud, Minnesota
There’s an angry woman who made it very plain
That she’d be leaving with my old Toyota
So I stayed in Maine and sought myself employment
Two years later, I was elected mayor
I built a statue of myself near the on-ramp
And repaired the holes in the ozone layer
One morning, I awoke to find a note
Stapled to the dashboard of my neck
The witch apologized for stealing my old car
And asked if she could send me a check
Things like this only happen in Maine
Never in Vero Beach or Sarasota
An angry woman struck out through the rain
Delivering the keys to my old Toyota
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10. |
The Other Table
04:18
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The people at the other table seemed to be in love
So I watched them all night
I suppose I could have left if push declined to shove
But sitting in the darkness felt right
There were other tables, but no-one seemed to radiate
All the joy that young lovers do
So I ordered another lobster bisque and turned off my machine
And imbibed another brew
The waitress checked on me eleven times before the manager arrived
To wonder what I was doing now.
I told them that I liked to watch and that I always had I
That I would watch all nature would allow.
The Other Table was beautiful
The Other Table was right
If I had to follow them around
I would watch all night
The janitor turned off the lights and the parking lot was dead
So I sat inside my car
I waited for inspiration or an idea to descend
Instead I went to the nearest bar
I sat near the pool table and offered some advice
To see what stuck to anyone
People told me to get lost and vanish into darkness
So I pulled out a gun
The Other Table was beautiful
The Other Table was right
If I had to follow them around
I would watch all night
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11. |
Vans
05:31
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Here they come
Here come the kids
To set the vans ablaze
The vans start to burn
Illuminate the street
With Flames
With Flames
The bums gather ‘round
The flaming vans
They warm their hands
Thanks, kids
There they go
There go the kids
Off on their next secret mission
At the liquor store
Poke holes in the corks
With needles and syringes
The drunks at home
Hallucinate and die
Goodbye drunks
Goodbye assholes
You were never good for us
The vans and the drunks
Now, you’re gone
Good for us
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