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Brainsbodyboth
03:59
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brainsbodyboth
Some girls are born with looks to kill
some girls are born with intimate skills
some girls are just concerned with fun
some girls are like an SNL skit at a quarter to one
what I need is a two-sided coin
she better satisfy my brain as well as my loins
she better wear a tight dress and have a mind that’s strong
I want brains and a body is that so wrong?
when she shows me her brain cells
then my pride suddenly swells
like a Botticelli chick she’s on the half shell
but she likes gettin’ nasty like Tori Welles
brainsbodyboth... I wanna eat my cake and have it too
It’s scary, a dictionary is very good
to try and retain and impress
but I also don’t mind a vinyl dress
and when she’s watchin’ Jeopardy
she never has to guess
you may ask why I’m specific
well dumb girls make me soporific
I need a brain and a bod that are both terrific
like a domain name that’s case specific
she’s the queen of conversation
a panel member on Face the Nation
but she gets on all fours without hesitation
and she got the best seat without a reservation
brainsbodyboth... it’s true, I want a high IQ
She drinks Perrier, she reads Beaudelaire
I like to smell her hair and her underwear
’cause her derriere goes from here to there
she’s like two floor toms, rack, kick, and snare
she goes to museums like Whitney to learn
about the pigment at the installation
she also knows S. Morgenstern
is a figment of imagination
she always puts Horace before Descartes
she can make a point like Georges Seurat
she can choke the chicken like Julia Child
and she knows how to make my Oscar Wilde
brainsbodyboth…
She got brains and a brickhouse bod to behold
she knows FE’s iron and AU’s gold
she got the origami hands that can flex and fold
"love for sale" I’m sold, I’m sold
boys don’t be afraid of a high IQ
a girl with smarts knows what to do
she reads Masters & Johnson and Kinsey, too
Boys, do I lie? It’s true, it’s true
It’s true, I want a high IQ, how ‘bout you?
You better know who the hell is Eddie Jobson
and have a Brit wit like Emma Thompson
you can use irony to cut and slay
and you can have the chunky glasses like Tina Fey
you better like films by Kurosawa
you better stay naked outside the shower
you better ding dang dingle for over an hour
then calculate binomials to the 10th power
brainsbodyboth…
She can make my wick stick out my candle
she knows which one’s Haydn and which one is Handel
so put on a dress that barely fits
then shake your ass and show me your wits
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2. |
Think For Yourself
06:59
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Think for Yourself
As sure as the star bellied sneeches butter the underside of their toast
All things being equal, the simplest answer’s worth most
Don’t rely on Vishnu, Buddha, Ron Popeil or Holy Ghost
Just consider these words, and that ship of life you’re sailing on might not smash into the coast:
Watching every channel, all that I do is see,
oceans of gullible conformity
Oh I’ve had enough, of all the smiles and all
the teeth and all the nods
And I’ve had my fill of promises, from magic
rays, to painless perfect bods
Watching every channel, that flashes before me,
I can’t believe the level of spirituality
Oh I’ve had enough, of the geeks who have
claimed to have found “the” way
I wish that guy watching would just take a sec,
and consider what I have got to say
Think for yourself, little man
Don’t let ‘em tell you that they have the plan
’Cause everyone’s lost chin deep in the sand
And what they tryin’ to sell to you,
you shouldn’t be buyin’
Think for yourself, little girl
Don’t let ’em tell you how to run your world
‘Cause everyone’s the same choking back that nervous hurl
And if they tell you they ain’t, well they’re
just lying, yeah they’re just lying
Reading all the pages in the standard magazines
I wonder if they realize what all the small print means
Oh you need a microscope, to read about the no fault guarantee
And to see that “these results not typical” and this
offer’s void in any state that’s spelt with an “e”
Watching all the people place bet after amazing bet
I wonder if they realize their misplaced raison d’être
But they don’t wanna hear, about the odds and statistic A and B
‘Cause they know a guy who’s got a friend who’s got a brother
Who read a book by this other guy who says
that “hey, this stuff always works for me!”
Think for yourself little folks
Yo…check one-two one-two, is this thing on?
Hey, these are the jokes…
Beware of the dudes who don’t like jabs and pokes
‘Cause when you can’t laugh at yourself, you just end up crying
Think for yourself, little friend
Is it you that they like, or is it the money you spend
Beware of the jerks, who’d rather break than bend
And to question anything to them is like dying, yeah it’s like dying
Listening to the radio, from my comfy cozy chair
No one seems to question all the claims out on the air
Oh I’m tired, of all the promises so tremulous
And I can’t conceive the cache of creeps and cretins
who continue to be so uncannily credulous
Think for yourselves, everyone
Don’t believe what is said, put your stock in what’s done
Insist on all the facts, then add up your own sum
Or else the punch you might get won’t be Hawaiian
Think for yourselves one and all
Don’t jump to conclusions don’t beat up
Peter if you’re pissed at Paul
Don’t fall for anything, and please don’t drop the ball
Just be sure to do your who, what, where,
when and why-in, yeah- Hawaiian.
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3. |
Heaven Must Be Boring
05:27
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Heaven Must Be Boring
So you change the details on the same old story
But it doesn’t make much sense to me
Thought the details often get a little gory
Can you tell me what the lesson’s s’posed to be
You see, for me, what’s true, to you, won’t do
Heaven must be really boring
If you think about it logically
All the angels must be snoring
Who could stand perfection, for eternity?
Who could stand perfection, for eternity, not me.
So you change the setting of the same old fiction
But it doesn’t make much sense to me
Though the locale often causes local friction
Can you tell me what the moral’s s’posed to be
You see, for me, your three, eternity, not likely
Heaven must be really boring
If you think about it logically
All the angels must be snoring
Who could stand perfection, for eternity?
Who could stand perfection, for eternity, not me.
No amount of proof can will the wool off of their eyes
No evidence can make them switch
No logical discourse will result in looks of surprise
Faith can really be a bitch
So you’ve changed the ending of the same old story
But it still can’t make much sense to me
Shouting down the halls you pine for your past glory
How can you tell me that’s what the truth is supposed to be
For you, what’s true, won’t do, no clue, you’re through
Heaven must be really boring
If you think about it logically
All the angels must be snoring
Who could stand perfection, for eternity?
Who could stand perfection, for eternity
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Simple Simian
05:59
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Simple Simian
Count the steps from here to the corner
wash it up twenty times in a day
triple check twist the cap on the nightstand
glue the handle tie it down make it stay
make a wish leave a dish for the offer
switch the light make it right for your eyes
say the words hope that someone is listening
always back and forth never side to side
She knows ’bout the bones you been fetching
she knows she’s the queen of the Nile
she knows how to push all your buttons
she knows how to make them smile
I can make that monkey smile
My little simple simian
not 8-track but oh– CD
over my shoulder she can guarantee
with her help I can get through any door
that restricts me
Count the tiles from here to the corner
pull the knob and stick the keys in the place
shag rug is my Poseidon Adventure
check the mirror make sure it’s still my face
telephone is ringing up to the quota
clear the plate take Mona Lisa’s advice
trash the stash that’s backed up cash for the ego
watch the timer make sure it cooks up nice
She knows ’bout the stones you been skippin’
she knows she’s the king of denial
she knows ’bout the view from your shoulder
she can make them walk a mile
I’ll make that monkey walk a mile
My little simple simian
not 8-track but oh– CD
over my shoulder she can guarantee
with her advice I’m sure my own jury won’t
convict me
I’m no good without the one true pet I own
disgruntled online shopper, clogged sink stopper
indisposable, non-opposable thumbed one
She knows ’bout the stones you been skippin’
she knows she’s the king of denial
she knows ’bout the view from your shoulder
she can make them walk a mile
I’ll make that funky monkey walk a mile
My little simple simian not 8-track but oh– CD
over my shoulder she can guarantee
with her help I can get through any door that restricts me
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5. |
Convenient
05:34
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Convenient
Mweh Heh Ya Heh-Na, Hey Hey
And when they’re laughing at me
I get so mad I just can’t see
Make fun of my deformity
‘Til it’s convenient, ‘til it’s convenient
Boss man joins in on the fun
Laughin’ with the rest of everyone
He’ll change his song with the setting sun
When it’s convenient, when it’s convenient
Mweh Heh Ya Heh-Na, Hey Hey
And though they mock how I appear
They think I am to dumb to hear
Situation’s changed suddenly they cheer
When it’s convenient, when it’s convenient
The forecast’s bad he’s come to say
Now I can help in my own way
Use what I got to save the day
Now it’s convenient, now it’s convenient
Mweh Heh Ya Heh-Na, Hey Hey
Now they let me play their game
I know they’re thoughts are still the same
Rude often carries no shame
‘Til it’s convenient, ‘til it’s convenient
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6. |
How Do You Do
04:39
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How Do You Do?
How do you do what you do after dealing with what’s done
Smiling statue standing ground while I turn tail and run
How do you do what you do with the crap cards you’re dealt
Turning deuces into kings while dealers bite the felt
Oh no, not me- I can barely talk
Oh no, not me- I can’t chew gum and walk
How do you hear what you hear after hearing what you heard
Endless optimism despite cruel concluding word
How do you hear what you hear when all I hear is bunk
Pitching perfect melodies while others pitch out junk
Oh no not me, while you sing I shout
Headphones, roll tape, but no words come out
So talented it makes you sick,
So talented it must be a trick
Out of the park with each at bat,
Tell me how can I be like that
How do you see what you see after seeing what you saw
Effortless enjoyment while I stare with open jaw
How do you see what you see from every single side
Calmly catching what you seek while I count 10 and hide
Oh no, not me, what you are I ain’t
Dub me, mediocrity’s patron saint
So talented it makes you cry,
So talented and such a nice guy
Right through the goalposts with each attempt,
Tell me why do I feel exempt
Just when I thought I had the answer,
One little question still stays true
Won’t somebody kindly tell me,
How do you do, the things you do
So talented it makes you think,
So talented it’ll drive me to drink
Singular head with multiple hat,
Tell me how can I be like that
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7. |
Lights Out
06:46
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Lights Out
Lights out- I don’t know what it was but it was
Expecting the worst, when we heard about it first
50 million breathe a sigh of relief and jokingly
sing a song from South Park
The boat we’re in’s the same, putting faith in the cane
He runs down the stairs while we grope the
hallway, the advantage is all his
Lights out- I don’t know what it was but it was
Three stories every hour, six to eight after full power
Möet and Ben and Jerry on a stoop with old friends,
we’d never met before
Shuffling to the park, street semaphore in the dark
The big metal dog barks knowingly from the top of the big metal bridge
Watching all the buildings, where the hell is Mars
Shadows cross the river, first time she’s seen stars
You never know, you never know, you never know,
you never can tell
A truck and a bus and a car, melting ice outside the bar
The biggest block party in history with no curfew and no last call
Waiting for the dawn, philosophizing on the lawn
We talk about god and we argue ‘bout god
and we laugh about god and we laugh about god and we laugh
Watching all the buildings, where the hell is Mars
Shadows cross the river, first time she’s seen stars
Lights out- I don’t know what it was but it was
You never know, you never know, you never know,
you never can tell
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8. |
The Coelacanth Sighs
11:46
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Instrumental
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9. |
Goodbye
03:59
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Now that the night has ended,
now that the evening’s through
Although I don’t want to do what I have to
It’s time to try and say goodbye to you
Now that the lights have all been turned on,
the time flew by somehow
Although I don’t want to take a final bow
I have to try and say goodbye for now
Hands on the clock keep moving
My watch is no friend of mine
That’s one set of hands that are pointless to hold
It won’t help me slow down time
Au revoir and aloha, adios tambien
With these words I’ll wish you well my friend
Let me repeat, until we meet again
Hands on the clock keep ticking
My watch is no friend of mine
That’s one set of hands that are pointless to hold
It won’t help me slow down time
Arrivederci and dobranich, vaya con dios tambien
With these words I’ll wish you well, my friend
Let me repeat until we meet again
Let me repeat until we meet again
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George Hrab Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
George Hrab is a multi-instrumentalist, singer, songwriter, story teller, science advocate, producer, composer, & vigilant defender of the Theory of Gravity. He’s produced seven studio albums, 800 plus podcasts, two books, one concert DVD and is determined to keep making more and more stuff everyday. ... more
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