1. |
Apropos of Nothing
03:39
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the hippodrome
Let me show you to your seat
Did you come for the excitement
Or the lure of fresh meat?
It hit me, apropos of nothing
That it’s just curiosity
Is it real, or are we bluffing?
GIving me the third degree
It struck me, like a bolt of lightning
That you didn’t even read the finest print
The circle is tightening
You’re in for the final sprint
Welcome to the wildfire
You’ll be adjacent to the band
But please sign this waver
To protect our brand
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2. |
Bad Penny
03:29
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Bad Penny
Got a penny in my pocket
And it’s driving me mad
It’s brought me the worst of luck
The only kind I’ve ever had
Every time I throw it away
I find it on my table
It’s trying to tell me something
Like some ancient fable
Bad Penny, can’t give it away…
Don’t ask the questions
If you really don’t want to know
All the ugly answers
Like “What’s under the undertow?”
Don’t make suggestions
If you can’t go toe to toe
Leave it as a mystery
Like “What's over the overflow?”
I’m trying to spend it
But it comes right back to me
Sometimes as pocket change
Or washed up from the sea
I get a real bad feeling
When I see it start to shake
It’s from the ancient times
With the pattern of a snake
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3. |
Not In Denial
03:11
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You got me going round and round and round and round
Chasing my tail
I’m pondering pound for pound for pound
How I’m keeping out of jail
You got me feeling crazy, crazy, crazy
My brain is in a spiral
I’m feeling kind of hazy, hazy, hazy…
And a little bit viral...
I’m not in denial Not one little bit
It ain’t my style You’re just full of it/it/shit/it/shit
You got me drinking gravy, gravy, gravy
I’m barely treading water
I’m feel as though maybe, maybe, maybe
You led a fly to the swatter
You’re going all Mopsy, Flopsy, Cottontail,
Stealing my lettuce
You’re making sure the neighbors and the police
Won’t soon forget us
I just remembered Something you had said
Nothing unimportant But not a watershed
Got a nose for trouble A little show and tell
No, you’re the one projecting but you can go to hell
A simple change of pressure To give me some relief
From all the aggravation I’ll try to keep it brief
Now I forgot the topic What was it I had said
...at the top of lungs and the bottom of my head
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4. |
Johnny Paycheck
03:47
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I got a fifty dollar bill, a car with no grill and I feel like heading out
For parts unknown in this bucket of chrome, I need to find room to shout
It’s been since 72 that the skies were this blue and the air so fresh and clean
With the needle near F, I’m catching my breath and cranking up my machine
The sun is beckoning westward I’m bringing my metal detector (with me)
Johnny Paycheck is on my mind
I ain’t got nothing but time
All the fools I left behind
Can kiss my tan behind
I got a paddle and a boat and a cheap remote and I’ve got indefinite plans
I’m gonna put in to the river on the edge of town and head for the sunny sands
I gotta bear proof pack and a hacky sack, enough food to last for weeks
Im Ferdinand Magellan with shark repellent and sunblock for my cheeks
The sun is beckoning westward I got my sweetheart investor (behind me)
And so I bid you all adieu
I’ll miss you all, well at least you and you
Now I can call them as I see them
I’ll go out as a fire breathin’ heathen
The sun is beckoning westward releasing me from my sequester (finally)
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5. |
Beautiful Lies
04:06
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Tell me that you need me
Tell me that you’ll always be there
Tell me I won’t hurt anymore
Tell me what I want to hear
Tell me I’m good
Tell me I’m sexy
Tell me I am the best
Tell me I’m charming
And have the hairiest chest
Let me down easy
Tell me what I want to believe
Tell it to me sweetly
It’s kindness to deceive
Let me down gently
Tell me beautiful lies, tell me beautiful lies
All those beautiful lies
Tell me I’m the greatest ever
That you’re finally satisfied
I’m a genius, not just merely clever
And I am bona fide
Don’t be honest
I don’t want the truth
Make me a promise
And lay it on smooth
All those beautiful lies
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6. |
Scraptown
02:43
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Scraptown
It’s just across the border
where they don’t take no crap
Not too far from Lovill’s Creek
And down hill from Fancy Gap
The people may look homeless
The women all have split
But they’re a proud people
As I said, they don’t take no shit
And every winter morning
The sky is grey and drab
The chimneys are a smoking
From the mayor’s bathtub lab
…A trip to Scraptown
will cost a pound of flesh
Every time I’m there, it’s like
I’m hanging with David Koresh
And just upriver is
A unabomber shack
You start to feel like
A Jeffrey Dahmer snack
Yeah him
You know the one…
The Holy Ghost will receive
Your daily praise
Them rattlesnakes
Will testify your faith
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7. |
Henry's Swing Club
03:39
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So you’re tired of your dead end job with a shortcut to the graveyard
And you need a little jolt or two to pick you up and rave hard
I’ll let you in on a secret spot where all cool middle managers go
You can feel like a million bucks for less than a trip to the world below…
And with every visit, you’re buying your way to freedom!
Welcome to Henry’s Swing Club, where the very first drink’s on me
Welcome to a life of pleasure and secret debauchery
Welcome to Henry’s Swing Club where you can really let down your hair
A combover, whatever Nobody really cares
Do you want to be your own boss? You’ll never beg for forgiveness
You can run your very own show, it can be your private business
You can build your empire and enlist your family friends
You can call the shots from the seat of your new Mercedes Benz
And with every commission, you’re closer to the platinum club!
Welcome to Henry’s Swing Club where a membership’s just the beginning
Soak up all the benefits and take home half your winnings
Welcome to Henry’s Swing Club where a man feels like a man
And if you don’t have the credit, we’ll put you on a payment plan
Sign here… and here… and once more here…
Welcome to Henry’s Swing Club you can build your member base
The product sells itself all day with its warm sexy embrace
Brothers, Uncles, fellow drones, they’ll all want a piece of the action
And you’ll get a full 17% of all of their satisfaction
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8. |
It's A Tricky Thing
04:00
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9. |
International
03:37
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10. |
Tool Belt
03:17
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They say you should keep it in the bedroom
I agree, but be careful of my head wound
He could be coming from the shed soon
…with his tool belt on
I agree everything should be above board
Safety net when you’re ready for the cut cord
As Zoroaster is my lord
…with his tool belt on
And with that belt there are the implements to get things done or do them wrong
Now with a twist and flick of the wrist
It’s a cold kind of mist, beguiling
Come take a chance by the seat of your pants
While the players sit there smiling
There’s money in the worries of the fearful
Set a spell and I’ll give you an earful
I’ll be here smiling and cheerful
…with my tool belt on
I guess it’s a matter of habit
Something cool you really gotta nab it
Hallucination of a twenty meter rabbit
…with its toolbelt on
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11. |
Agent 0
03:13
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We’re in a heap of trouble tonight
I’m safely in my bubble but something isn’t right
There’s evil in the air, but not in my village square
I’m not ready to declare emergency just yet…
This ought to be somebody’s job
Put out a call for Agent Zero
We could really use a Hero tonight
Lay down your fiddles you useless Neros
And rally round Agent Zero for the fight!
I think it’s getting out of control
Disorder in the streets and in my weary soul
We got to do something fast, or lose our fatted ass
Won’t someone save us from ourselves?
Can someone come and save the day?
Where the hell is Agent 0?
Did he drop his phone in the toilet again?
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12. |
Fear of Depths
03:51
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Are you gonna talk to me?
It’s been so long and I can’t bear it
Are you gonna set me free?
This is way more stick and a lot less carrot
Are you going to hear me out?
Do you even want to know what I’m feeling?
Or do you just wanna shout?
You know that sends me into a deep congealing
I want to hear your voice again, even in a whisper
You’ll always be a part of me, I’ll always be your mister
Are you gonna talk to me?
This has gone too far and for way too long
Is this how it’s gonna be?
You’ve made your point that you know I’m wrong
Are you gonna set me free?
You won’t give me a chance to answer
And now you’re going out to sea
Across the equator and the Tropic of Cancer
Please won’t you talk to me?
Or else just set me free
But I know that can never be
You’re too much a part of me.
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13. |
Better Angels
03:26
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This world has been so good to me
But not without slings and arrows
Some have left the deepest wounds
All the way down to my inner marrow
She brings all her better angels
Each night and every day
She has no time for danger
With a heart as big as the Milky Way
Some nights she finds me
Half awake, in tears
She touches me without a word
And it all bursts through the weir
Do I deserve the pain I’ve suffered?
Do I deserve the joys?
From treachery at the hands of lovers
To those beautiful darling boys
I’m struck with disbelief
I thought all hope forlorn
But in the wreckage of my grief
My phoenix heart reborn
She brings all her better angels
Each night and every day
She has no time for danger
With a heart as big as the Milky Way
She brings her better angels
And loves me for who I am
She has no time for danger
And loves me as the troubled man I am
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14. |
Into The Light
03:29
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We got so many different kinds of light
We can even compete with the sun
You’ve been hiding in the shadows, girl
When there’s so much you have done
You got so much to illuminate
There’s daylight to be won
We gotta get you into the light
It’s your turn to shine
Please take your time
Show us your glow
We’re all at your runway show
Come into the spotlight
It’s your night tonight
I’ve seen your face in the moonlight
And in the noonday sun
I’ve seen it the glow of a campfire
And it left me so undone
Now it’s time to share your flow
With each and everyone
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15. |
Breakdown
03:11
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16. |
Cautionary Tail
03:21
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Numb from a recent freeze out
Dumb from a lesson never learn’d
…A calculated squeeze out
Chum in the shark fin’s churn
Blind to the cautionary
I’d lost all my sense of scale
Pretty far from the Virgin Mary
Mesmerized by her cautionary tail
At a discotheque in Brisbane
Her accent from the South of France
You’d think my accumulated wisdom
Stood a chance against the tentpole in my pants
Like a fool I learned nothing
The next one let her pheromones fly
dreaming of turkey stuffing
Not the weight of the pumpkin pie
Said goodbye to my inhibitions
Hello to the promises of hope
Blame it on superstition
Weaving a heavy loop of rope
Saw her in a small cafe is Lisbon
Gave her more than a passing glance
You’d think my accumulated wisdom
Stood a chance against the tentpole in my pants
Crawling out of the smoke and dust in Dresden
For some overdue romance
You’d think my accumulated wisdom
Stood a chance against the tent pole in my pants
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17. |
Pleasure Garden
03:28
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You made me tell you all your secrets
You held my hand at the setting sun
You told me of your future, skipped over much of the past
Take me to your Pleasure Garden
Show me where to plant my seed
Tell me how to meet your need
Share your magic weed with me
Show me how to…
You shared my many demons
Slayed them with cunning and with guile
We held each other closely, gazed in each other’s eyes
What is our next completion? Allow me to surmise?
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Four lads of deep pedigree playing rock and roll music with a pop pulse. Driving, upbeat rock for swilling libations, driving, stage diving and more. Clever but not too much.
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