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Audio Addiction
07:04
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I must admit I've got this audio addiction
It's a serious affliction it's a life support system
I'd do most anything for the spiritual nutrition
That I find when I am lost inside my compact disk collection
I walk into work with my Walkman hair
A little disheveled and recessed from ear to ear
Might look a little funny but I do not care
With my soundtrack in my head I've got nothing to fear
I've gotta say I woke up blue but now I'm feeling born anew
Suspended in the phrases of a didgeridoo
Finding that song was like falling in love
I floated off the ground and I kissed the sky above
I am a slave To the audio wave
You scammers and you pushers and you street preachers
You snake oil salesmen and similar creatures
Keep in mind you might as well consider me dead
I'm in a world apart with these phones on my head
My audio addiction sends me on a mission
My Walkman and I we're going CD fishing
We're hanging out a lot around these record stores
Hey hey there Mister Virgin have you got a little more of that
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Inside The Internet
02:33
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I used to have these friends
That one day up and went
Inside the internet...
And when I miss these friends
I just do a search for them
Inside the internet...
And now I see them through my looking glass
Floating like ghosts in their Ethernet
Their voices are memories
Their emails like letters from across the seas
I think about the times we actually shared
But now my Friendsters, they've got me scared
'Cause I might not even know if they'd died
Their web sites would still be hanging up inside
Inside the internet...
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My Wife Had A Dream
03:33
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My wife had a dream
That I had a clone
And while I was away
The clone would keep her company
Upon my scheduled returns
The clone was programmed to go away
It went on like this for years
And we all lived happily...
But then one day came sad news
I'd had a fatal car crash...
Upon my scheduled return
The clone was programmed to go away
Upon my scheduled return
The clone was programmed to go away
But she didn't want it to
She didn't want it to...
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Out on the road I met a butterfly
She had a fantastic wingspan, almost two feet wide
She'd recently been injured and she could not fly
So she asked me if she could bum a ride
In the old shell of her chrysalis she carried her things
She tossed it in the back and stretched her beautiful wings
She sat there next to me with her front legs on the dashboard
Those wings folded behind her and her little head cocked forward
She told me her story, a price was on her head
This bastard entomologist pursued her live or dead
He'd vowed to hunt her down as there was a large reward
He'd captured her and drugged her and nailed her to a board
Her escape was narrow, she'd torn through her own wing
She saw my look of horror and she started to sing
"I'm going to a no man's land Because men and violence are intertwined"
Well, I see, I said.
But not all men are violent
I'm not a violent man myself
She laughed and said try not to get too attached to me
'Cause soon I will be well and I will fly away from thee
One night when we had stopped into a diner for a meal
She laughed and laughed about the plastic flowers on the tables
I started seeing through her eyes the passing desert scenery
She watched the birds and tumbleweeds
With fondness and with envy
We came across some sad road kill, a beautiful coyote
She sighed her butterfly sigh and once again sang softly:
"I'm going to a no man's land Because men and violence are intertwined"
Next morning as I came out of a Texaco station,
I saw she wasn't at the car, and I figured she had run
Then I heard her high squeal and I heard his low laughter
"You'll never out run me" he said, "you are the girl I'm after."
I chased down the sound to the side of the station,
She was cornered between the wall and a soda machine
I moved as if by instinct, I did it without thought
I clipped him and I kicked him
And I grabbed him 'round the throat
I pinned him to the wall and his eyes were bulging wide
I said if there's a next time I will see YOU crucified
With this I released him and he crumpled to the ground
The butterfly was gone again when I turned around
But then her little song drew our attention to the sky
Though with a certain lack of grace she had begun to fly
That was the last I saw of her, she never said goodbye
She just flapped off and disappeared
While singing with a sigh
"I'm going to a no man's land Because men and violence are intertwined"
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In Barcelonely
04:46
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In Barcelonely
Reality is hitting me
I'll never sleep again without you
But that's okay
I'll go to a movie
And dream the roles we'd have played
And then I'll go to the ocean
And sit upon a giant stone
And watch the waves come crashing in
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I'm gonna tell ya 'bout Tanya Montana
Open your purse strings and she'll take your banana
Her heels almost as tall as her beehive hairdo
She holds up the sky when she walks like she do
With her yellow glitter sparkling and her purple lipstick shining
With her yellow glitter sparkling and her purple lipstick shining
With her purple lipstick shining and her yellow glitter sparkling
They call her...
the fish
I'm coming home...
(He's coming home...)
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8. |
Lessons In Dressin'
02:12
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Lessons In Dressin'
It all dawned upon me clearly
Hitting me quite suddenly
That everyone but me has now gone crazy
Then I thought my God, no wonder I've been having difficulty
Choosing something suitable to wear
To each day carefully consider
With one's form and with one's figure
How well this one will work with the other
How will this combo be perceived
Did you see that, can you believe?
And don't forget: will it work with the weather
And then you must figure out
What tonight will be about
Sex or business, maybe both together
And when you're finally comfortable
Be it casual or formal or rock n' roll
Then something must be done about
the hair
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9. |
When You Get Down
03:32
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When you get down to fantasize
What kind of imagery hits your mind's eyes?
Is she blonde or brunette, is he black, bronze or white
Does he bathe in the sun, does she rise with the night?
Does he fuck like a lion or is he gentle and light
Perhaps it takes both to make you feel just right?
Gentleman, animal, powerful or mild
Do you lie there in his arms or do you both go wild?
Has she long hair or short, curly or straight ?
Is she bound for Badda Bing or is she stately and sweet?
Does she straddle your saddle and ride you like cattle?
While you boil her kettle by shaking her rattle?
Does she strip as she stands, does she slap your hands?
Does she come like she came from some exotic land?
Is he bald, is he bound, is he boldly big boned?
When you make him feel good don't he look like he's stoned?
Is he rough 'round the edges or clean as a whistle?
Does he blow like the bomb or does he cruise like the missile?
Has she got big bouncing boobs like balloons?
Built to burst from her blouse as you blow your bassoon?
Or perhaps you prefer the petite little breasts?
Shapely and warm and firm when caressed?
He brings you flowers and you talk for hours
There's foreplay to foreplay, there's hot and cold showers
Then in walks her mother, your fantasy's blown...
Or maybe it's only just begun?
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10. |
Pancakes
01:18
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11. |
Swappin' Spit
03:43
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Every morning before school I tried to make myself look nice for you
You pushed everybody's buttons
With your exposed belly button
I never approached you or said a word
I wouldn't have dared I was much too scared
But when your boyfriend crashed his car
And you were thrown into my lawn...
It seemed a million miles from right
But that didn't stop us from swappin' spit that night That night...
No that didn't stop us from swappin' spit that night
Then came the day you caught the bouquet
With me standing right beside you
That look we exchanged was the most deranged
Just like the one we now exchange each morning on awakening...
It seemed a million miles from right
But that didn't stop us from swappin' spit that night
That night...
No that didn't stop us from swappin' spit that night
With the boy all grown up and locked up in Rikers
And our delicate daughter off with those bikers
I look at you now and I wonder how
You stay with me in this broken down shack even now
It seems a mile or two from right
But that wont stop us from swappin' spit tonight
Tonight...
No that won't stop us from swappin' spit tonight...
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In My Dreams
04:01
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When I was just a boy I had my own roller coaster
Built on to the roof of my parent's suburban house
When I got bored I would climb aboard it
Go 'round and around, and up and down
Sometimes that train would leap right off the tracks
And take me to the outer limits...
In my dreams...
I had my own house too
It was a lot like the Addams family's house
Every drawer was stuffed with money
And everything that happened there was funny
In my dreams...
You were trapped in a Victorian corset
And only I could free you from it
This happened pretty much every night
In my dreams...
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Thomas Truax Birmingham, UK
"Thomas Truax crafts rich, poetically evocative songs about insects, trees, technology, and a lifelong obsession with all
things lunar. He travels the world performing with his "band" of bizarre self-made instruments including a motorized drum machine made with bike wheels and a souped-up Gramophone called 'The Hornicator', as well as his venerable guitar 'Hank'.
"Inventive and Romantic" -TimeOut
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