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Fork
03:20
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Neutered Prunes on the moon
Break the night like day
dripping like an open wound
right into your mouth
into your mouth drips the drool
from the chin of a child
just like the juice
dripping across your face
onto your shirt
pluck from thine ass thine thorny grape
replace with what thou choseth with utmost haste
in the void we swim wearing only water wings
like peeling skin from a dead fish we shed our dreams
what's at the end of your fork?
A glass full of clam juice and its carbonated love
that man over there, standing in the mirror
that man over there is not aware
that man over there is not ok
just find the striped bunny to untie the knot
just take a peice of lint and keep it safe
wrapped inside the folds of your brain are things
things you can't feed to a monkey with a fork
rip off your underwear and throw them to the corner
go outside and invite the bums to come in for dinner
sing the sacred chant of little Jack Horner
"vsichko e vselena, vselenata e vsichko"
take off your water wing
place it on your thing
and just go to town
point your finger into your head
through your nose now wipe it off
pick up your underwear and put them in your mouth
take a look around, where's your doggy now?
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2. |
A Song About Something
03:22
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transistor radio sitting on the shelf
no place for empty heads or stinky feet
no magic elf no cookie jar
no homeless crackfiends smoking in the yard
chewing on a banjo choking on the strings
oh my gosh I'm such a retard
Oh Eeyeore.
lobotomies and paper mache
wet paper sacks I can't punch through
drink my milk from a funnel
are you a monkey or are you a mule?
I don't care if you're depressed
still want to kick you in your head
Oh Eeyeore.
flashlights illuminate my hallway
painted a picture for you today
with fingerpaints and rubber cement
aliens and high octane fuel
Maxwell where's your magnetism now
Peter Pan, I shot Tinkerbell
Oh Eeyeore.
lawn sprinklers they speak to me
I hate their watery guts
don't touch me I'm like a sponge
my switch has a bent conducter
masturbating worm in the gutter
I'm a dork I'm a loser
Oh Eeyeore.
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Barbara The Arsonist
03:35
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Barbara she's an arsonist
she wants to burn everything down to the ground
she's one sexy fire machine
Feel the burning heat.
houses, cars and storage rooms
Quickie-marts, and fast food stands
oily rags, gas cans
matches and bits of wood
here she comes I think she's looking at me
she's got that fiery look in her eye
houses, cars and storage rooms
Quickie-marts, and fast food stands
oily rags, gas cans
matches and bits of wood for you, Barbara
Carries enough gas to fuel a stock car race
she burnt my house, she torched my work
she stole my heart.
Firetruck heartburn too
hottest little body you ever knew
lighter in hand, fire away
hell its all the same today
like a heap of tires or bales of hay
torch it all, baby.
On this greasy ball we call earth
its nice to know somebody has got a match
police ain't gonna catch this dame
no way, she's quick like a funny car
She's like my favorite dish sauerkraut.
yeah baby.
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Conspiracy Talk Show
03:47
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I know of a conspiracy
about the aliens abducting me
of freemasons and mad cow disease
let me on your show
I took a picture of an alien
I took a picture of a real bigfoot
in my basement built a time machine
let me on your show
antigravity, alien technology, I swear its really real
I'm the one that shot Kennedy
I was there on the grassy knoll
someday I'll win a Darwin Award
let me on your show!
I took a picture of my ass hole
it looks like a ghost photo
I swear its not a blown smoke ring
let me on your show
antigravity, alien technology, I swear its really real
Doctor says I have psychosis
Doctor says I'm delusional
I think he's a man in black
let me on your show
now I've learned to remote view
I saw satan and Hoagland too
now will you let me on your show?
let me on your show
antigravity, alien technology, I swear its really real!
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I don't want another goth girlfriend
when I kiss her face white gets on my lips
when I hold her hand blood drips from her wrist
when I touch her hair webs stick to me
I want to wear some color and smile
Vampire kiss, Life is bleak, goth girlfriend
I don't want another goth girlfriend
I'm so sick of fangs I'm so sick of lace
I don't want to listen to The Cure
or go screw you in the cemetery
blonde roots your black hairdye
hearse for sale, coffin nail, goth girlfriend.
I don't want another goth girlfriend
anhk tattoo on your leg
swords and velvet cover the walls
pictures of Robert Smith
I really mean it I hate The Cure
moonlit night, Anne Rice, goth girlfriend
I don't want another goth girlfriend
her whole life is a dark room
makeup makes her look like a raccoon
those pointy buckle boots really suck
phlebotomists and clove ciggarettes
silver cross, Roz is dead, so are you, goth girlfriend.
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6. |
Stop Breaking My Shit
04:04
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bottled up emotions I keep in my hand
a stern look a pointed face
nerves snap like pencil lead
graves of dieties not yet dreamt
I dig my hand into the dirt chance does not exist
no time to think, no water drink
feel a knife at my throat, a puff of smoke
Emlékszem rád - loptad a helyemet
Emlékszem rád - törted a fejemet
Emlékszem rád - loptad az agyamat
Emlékszem rád - törted az ágyamat
Emlékszem rád - loptad a helyemet
Emlékszem rád - törted a fejemet
you bring you hammer when you come over
in my house bits of glass fly about the room electric cord, remote control, pickle jar
smash my stuff left and right you fucking prick
no time to think, no water drink
feel a knife at my throat, a puff of smoke
Emlékszem rád - loptad a helyemet
Emlékszem rád - törted a fejemet
Emlékszem rád - loptad az agyamat
Emlékszem rád - törted az ágyamat
Emlékszem rád - loptad a helyemet
Emlékszem rád - törted a fejemet
You come on over, to my house and break my shit
You are some kind of freakin' jerk you break my shit
stop breaking my shit now man
stop breaking my shit now please
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7. |
Wahôf Fü Celz
03:05
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folded banana sitting upon the dusty shelf
like a rat piss stained can of tin
with its tongue flopping dully out of the corner of its mouth
I have visions in the dark. They press in hunting, wrything
a blend of colors, time drips like drool from the caged dog
a blister upon the foot of destiny
flecks of paint calmly scurry for cover
as the steaming pile of shit sits there throbbing, groaning
I wait
It rolls up the wall overwhelming my sensory nerves
a slap in the face as if stealing a childs security blanket
blending its clearer now, as if each part is seperately mixed
I glance around remembering my surroundings
hello? peirces my fragile wall of distraction
oh yes very beautiful he said
have you noticed the diffraction off of that can of meat byproduct
its the dust he said and the sprinkles of dark
that is what you seek
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8. |
Who Shot Elvis?
03:36
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I'm walking down the yellow dashed line looking for bugs that have been hit by cars, and I'm thinking to myself why am I looking for bugs? What would I do with the bugs when I found them? Maybe I should find a hobby or something I could collect spaghetti noodles and keep them on velvet and satin pillows. I could build a shrine out of macaronni and leave offerings of parmasean and lettuce.
parmasean and lettuce
I could pray to the pasta gods, and sacrifice small children and bowling balls. I could do all of this, but right now I'm looking for dead bugs on the road. Usually they stick to the windshield or sometimes the grill where they look like some kind of gruesome garden of sin. Bits of black and green and other insect colors.
black and green
I'd probably just eat the noodles though, then where would I be? I'd be walking down the middle of the road looking for dead bugs that have been hit by cars. I'd have no hobbies and I'd be wondering, Who shot Elvis? Its been years yet nobody has found his killer he could be roaming free. He could be walking down the middle of the street looking for dead bugs. His killer could be me
I shot Elvis it was me
Oh wait, Elvis wasn't shot...I'm sorry I was wrong.
If I was wrong about Elvis perhaps I'm wrong about what I'm doing now. Maybe I'm an astronaut, or maybe...maybe I am a plumber. Imagine if I was a plumber, I wouldn't be walking down the middle of the street, no way! Thats not what a plumber does
not what a plumber does
Plumbers lead much more interesting lives than that.
I'd be on a wonderful adventure looting and pillaging with all the other plumbers on the high seas. We'd fly the jolly roger...and use plungers for peg legs because I'd be the best plumber that any scurvy dog had ever met.
scurvy dog.
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9. |
Rockstar
02:50
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now we know that you're to blame / two months soaked in stupid fame / your outcome bought my new car / turned me into your rockstar
my album is number one / your girlfriend is in my bed /your scabies on my dick
all I do is aim to please / thrown down on my aching knees / I genuflect but you want some more / hubris will have to settle the score
I dress so cool / take you back to school / I'm the rockstar
manufactured bathed in hype / another teahead sucking the pipe / I'll pretend and act bizzare / hey now I'm the new rockstar my name in lights / party all night / waste of oxygen
got to push the envelope / get my own herd of kids /
they'll all look just like me / cookie cutter facsimile
worship me / burning so bright / go up in flames
hey now I'm the rockstar / just another commercial whore / sold my soul with the copyright / made me famous overnight
just the same old thing / nothing in my brain /
yeah yeah yeah
teen scene drama queen / pimple ads in the magazine /
record execs on the scene / all my fans under 17
watch my career / shoot into the sky / crash to the earth
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Opened my head to find it full of rust and slime. I Reached inside my chest for my heart. I felt inside and cried with nothing there to find
Sun shines now, it seems so cruel
behind myself I am standing, behold all of my nothing I know everyone must succumb, staring at the back of my head
children sing happy things: songs of ignorance, plastic toys, balloons and ponies!
when I was young I had a plastic cow sweat and blood glistened brow I kept it in the sun for a year exposed to the ultraviolet clear the paint faded the plastic cracked
just like my senses are taxed
looking under my bed I see all my own secrets lots of dirty old socks even if I want to I can't sleep now clowns will eat me
sun shines now, it seems so cruel
I've done all these things before under the rug and on the shelf opened and closed all the doors I dug through your trash to learn a little more
children sing happy things: lollipops, celery baseball caps, bits of string, and chewing gum!
now I'm older I am the cow you are the sun, everything is one yesterday's tommorrow never is enough, thicker skin grows the more life is tough thank some unnamed nothing for your loss memories forgotten and ugliness cost
sun shines now, it seems so cruel
sun shines now, it seems so cool.
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11. |
I was a two headed baby!
03:37
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when I was born, the doctor he said
we've got to remove one of these heads
momma she said "what do you mean?"
Doctor said "look at your freak"
I was a two headed baby
which one to remove
which one to keep
which one will speak
look at the freak
sometimes I wonder how it would have been
had they kept the other one
who would he be? what would he say?
would he be like me? what would he do?
would he be like me and still be a freak?
two headed baby which one to remove
which one to keep
which one will speak
look at the freak
they removed one of the heads from that little baby
all wounds are healed now the freak grew up with only one head
here I am all by myself I'm still a freak you will see
people still laugh at me, point and gawk and cross the street
two headed baby
which one to remove
which one to keep
which one will speak
look at the freak.
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