1. |
Last Saturday's Song
03:30
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Just woke up in this black light world
been stumblin' through thoughts
deaths are life's procrastinations
goth is dead so, take off that black stiff lip baby
Just woke up in my washed over daze
Procrastination, country life
I walked into the light and it showed my face ...
how it was
It's an obscene world
and I live in it
The art of death is
everyday life
Death's only saddening when ....
when you haven't lived
Brash consequence
arrives in my gray matter
I walk out to find the life
I'll just put on another Dan Bern record
and it's done
(yeah it's done)
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2. |
Bear Bait
03:23
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There's drama in the chart room
Even Jesus thinks you're a jerk
and Ghandi's just embarrassed
and Judas even worse
You're not even bear bait,
You're a non-profit psycho jab
the patsy at least has uses
long ago ....
There's drama in the chart room
yes nurse, that's where it hurts
Martin Luther and indulgences
your lipstick candy crush
You're not even bear bait
You're a non-profit Jesus Jab
Please deny me Peter
(your mom was right ... again)
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Jack is Vitamins
Jack is Vitamins
Jack is Vitamins
Right now, can't believe misfortune in the twist
Stuck here, in this traffic jam
DesCarte here, (therefore I am)
DesCarte here, in this traffic Jam
right now ......
Nothing, can compare
to a needle, in your arm
and a bottle, in your gut
right now ...
Stuck here, in this traffic jam
DesCarte here, (therefore I am)
DesCarte here, in this traffic Jam
right now ......
Practice, makes imperfection
Poison, just makes the medicine
Seem a, little less potent
right now ....
Jack is Vitamins
Jack is Vitamins
Jack is Vitamins
Right now .....
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4. |
Lullaby of Linger
02:40
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Rugrats for Jesus
what do ya want from me?
it's just another cover of a cover
of a Frank Zappa Parody
Too many month ills
got too many pep pills
thus life has been distilled down
to cadaver eyes
So while I dream of conspiracy
after this I will give up
throw up
left to the dogs another day
Passed out on the last
mind numbing existence
I'm lonely and empty
but I want to go along
I'm awake but I'm bored
shall I entertain myself?
I wasn't put here to entertain me
so I might as well entertain you
Sunset hits like sunrise
just a mediocre event
push the needle down
and raise the plunger
(push it in ... you're dead)
Sock drawer empty
I said last night
the drear bleak of winter
is nipping at my heals
So I go to sleep
with a lasting hair knot
I don't care
(I don't care)
But when I wake up
I'll believe in this again
maybe when I wake up
I'll believe in me again (yeah)
That's the end.
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5. |
Wasteline
06:14
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I know I'm gonna die
what would you say
I know I'm gonna break
what would you do?
You must be flippin' out
today I blunder
I wonder
what makes the world spit on you?
Think I'll move
think I'll move to a planet
where the axis isn't tilted
and I'll grasp weather better
When I blow
you know I'm gonna be there
you know I
Know what I know
Believe me when I say
this line is never over
the answer's never clear
and we don't really care what you look like
(nobody really cares what you look like)
I see
I can see where you are
I hate to be negative
but do you, do you like my car?
It's spacious in the meadow
it's lovely in the trees
it's never to be magnified
death is nearby
So last lap lovers
I'm walking the thin red line writing
I fell on you
and I fell into nothing new
Believe me when I say
this line is never over
the answer's never clear
and we don't really care what you look like
(nobody really cares what you look like)
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Jack-knife on the lamb of rod
I can't seem to call you back
But know that you'll be there
I know this and I still cry
Sun drop on cola masking
what I can't remember is sludge
But when I write to you
I can't seem to make the railroad stop
Just like the headache exploded in the jar
Just like crutch I claim
I gave you, I use myself again
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7. |
Rhonda's Funky Turk
02:50
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None
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8. |
Jamie Jane Jame
02:16
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She had an ex-lover in DC
she had great kool aid red hair
just like all the girls
we all knew in high school
she been to california
yeah, she got herself some sun
she came back with soot
in deep roots in her hair
Jamie Jane
Jamie Jane Jame
I know you
I know it all, sometimes
Now she prints for a living
gets drunk saturday night
Poncho might be proud
and Lefty's in Cleveland
She doesn't like much else
but the sex is good
Yeah, the sex is grand
I think I'd feel the same
Jane you are
Jamie Jane Jame
I feel you still ....
Too many late nights
got an ex-boyfriend in New Jersey
Maybe California's falsified
Maybe the man in DC's a fraud
Maybe it's all for me
Maybe I want another
another chance, yeah
Maybe my days are numbered
Cause never has it been
So, So Cold!
The winter this year is cold
and California's warmer
Maybe I'm stuck in Pittsburgh
Although, it's not that bad
wouldn't want to get stuck in Cleveland
Ohio's much, much too flat
Jane you are
Emily, Rebecca too
I know you're out there laughing
at me or with me
Jane be me
Can you feel this anger
From where it comes I don't know
and where it goes ... it won't.
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9. |
Enola Gay
03:30
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As the walls come down
stockpiles risen to the sky
rotting in radiation tombs
enough to set the whole world afire
as the leaders of the world
spit into each other's eyes
we won't sleep well tonight
wake up screaming, we're all gonna die
but it all started that fateful summer morn'
the bomb was dropped, oh without warning
enola gay, enola gay, why'd you come our way?
enola gay, enola gay, it'll be a long cold winter yet
and now we live on
in the bomb's glowing light
as nation battles nation
only way to end the fight
as the storm rages
nukes fall to earth like rain from hell
no more hate, no more life
oh nothing left to tell
but it all started that fateful summer morn'
the bomb was dropped, oh without warning
enola gay, enola gay, why'd you come our way?
enola gay, enola gay, it'll be a long cold winter yet
why'd you drop the bomb,
why'd you drop the bomb,
why'd you drop that mother fucking bomb?
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10. |
Lee
01:36
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Woke up in the morning
but I didn't really wake up
sun scorch my eyelids
and I tried to blink it away
Starch taste of after evening
lingers in my mouth again
try to wash away
but it comes back like paint, on my shoes
Won't you be my Krasner, while I drink myself to death?
What happened to little white crosses
what happened to Dexatrim
Yeah what happened to being
Twenty two again?
Today's as good as any
seems an okay day to die
Pristine and wretched
Existential, make up my own mind.
Won't you be my Krasner, while I drink myself to death?
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11. |
Mr. Samsa (Bonus Track)
02:58
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