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1. |
Monkey Hip Displaysia
04:36
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MONKEY HIP DYSPLASIA
fill it out fill it out fill it “water go” fill it out
Take my Byoolik on the Magic Deegan
fill it out fill it out fill it “noodle stay” fill it out
Poostih na Monkey
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2. |
Speak To You
05:22
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SPEAK TO YOU
you tell me he’s okay,
but I’m not sure just what that means
you search for things to say
you gauge reactions to fit your schemes
I thought you said he was a younger man
now you change your song
it seems that details aren’t in your plan
some remember the right
I remember the wrong
why would he only speak to you
why would he choose to tell you things that
only I should hear
why would he say those things that aren’t true
why would he only speak to you
you tell me she’s alright
convince me she’s always standing near
she’s with me every night
saying the words you think I want to hear
I tell you it doesn’t make a lot of sense
you continue on your ride
I prove you wrong but you just take offense
you tell me she’s doing well
I tell you she’s still alive
why would she only speak to you
why would she choose to tell you things that
only I should hear
why would she say those things that aren’t true
why would she only speak to you
I don’t see what you see
I don’t think like you think
I don’t search for answers where I know they won’t be found
I don’t hear like you hear
I don’t dream like you dream
I don’t think you realize the damage you have done
I don’t want what you want
I won’t cry like you cry
I’m content to live with memories inside my mind
so what’s the point of this
I don’t feel better, I feel worse
I’ve received your poison kiss
your lips don’t quench my mind’s thirst
you say that I’m just not accepting you, I say it isn’t so
your logic doesn’t seem to carry through
you say to heal we hold on
but to heal I’m letting go
why would they only speak to you
why would they choose to tell you things that
only I should hear
why would they say those things that aren’t true
why would they only speak to you
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Shoe
04:33
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SHOE
Scrambled eggs and scrambled minds
lead to scrambled rules and scrambled times
the finger points with no affection and
blame is cast by mere suggestion
yet quicker than the forest burns
to their surprise the table turns
what once was cast in my direction
now smiles back from their reflection
they slap the tape across the mouth
and speak of filth from north and south
not seeing past the next day’s news
they only win, they never lose
but winds can blow from any vector
no one can beat this lie detector
a ship of drools with each one denser
won’t smell the stench from their own censer
fuck you - it’s on the other foot now
shoe enough
fuck you - it’s on the other foot now
this censored ship will surely sink
if you don’t take a pause and think
about the bullshit that you drink
mouthful of bull will make breath stink
but you’re too big with too much nerve
you disregard the sharpest curve
and act shocked when your bodies swerve
what comes around’s what you deserve
fuck you
a broken band no one wants to join
it’s hard to flip this two-faced coin
with sleepy eyes they hit the sack
and cash checks that they can’t pay back
but life it can be quite a pitch
you have to watch rotating stitch
what once was tossed with real affection
now gets thrown up by gag reflection
the memories that make me sick
I joined your club and got beat with stick
I got straight face talk with un-moving lip
I rearranged the chairs on your sinking ship
now you cough and hack in a humorless spasm
no bricks can fill this deep sar-chasm
the book slams shut with lessons learned
the other foot always gets its turn
fuck you
can’t say enough, can’t say enough
think about the shoe
think about the shoe
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4. |
Irk
04:31
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Instrumental
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5. |
Nun
04:18
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I WANT A NUN
I don’t want a pretty woman
blondes just ain’t my thing
I don’t want some hot dancer
even if she can sing
I don’t want a pretty woman
with a skirt above her knee
I just want a penguin chick
to play with my rosaries
I want a nun, I want a nun
I want a nun that I can keep and take
a habit I would never break
I want a nun
A nun would be good for me
I would never love another
things would work out so perfectly
’cause black is my favorite color
a nun would be good for me
she’d satisfy my glands
as long as she’d whip out the ruler
and smack it on my hands
I want a nun, I want a nun
I want a nun for an escort
communion of a different sort
I want a nun
a nun would be good for me
but she’d have to know who’s boss
and if she’s misbehavin’
well I’d make her bear my cross
don’t make her do no penance
just wait for her to say please
I guarantee she won’t prayin’
when she gets down on her knees
I want a nun, I want a nun
I want a nun that ain’t no slob
she can give me a trinity job
I want a nun
I don’t want a pretty woman
blondes just ain’t my thing
I don’t want some hot dancer
even if she can sing
I don’t want a pretty woman
with a skirt above her knee
I just want a penguin chick
to play with my rosaries
I want a nun, I want a nun
I want a nun that ain’t no slob
she can give me a trinity job
I want a nun for an escort
communion of a different sort
I want a nun that I can keep and take, baby
a habit I would never break, baby
I want a nun
gotta have a nun
gonna be fun
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Swift Kick
05:49
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SWIFT KICK
I’m an asshole with a sweater in a restaurant
you’d think I would know better but I don’t
I left the motor running in the parking lot
and I’m gonna stiff the waitress
it’s all you can eat but three bucks is just too much to pay
I’m an airhead with an implant at an auto show
you’d think I’d learn the language but I can’t
I’ll rub the hood for money and I’ll flash my rack
and forget about my boyfriend
this car is more loyal than anything I’ll ever date
It’s Labor Day we’ll get real drunk
we’ll set up camp in the backa my trunk
I’ll hang with chicks to whom I lie
and smirk and stare as you walk by
with my untucked shirt and my folding knife
I will not stop to ponder that this is my life
I’m a mother with a hell child on a doggie leash
you’d think I would know better but I don’t
I’ll run ’round the museum, while he screams
and shouts “… my, what a little angel”
it makes you just wonder which one of us is leading whom
I’m a creep jaw with a hairpiece, in a movie house
you’d think I’d keep my mouth shut but I don’t
I’ll talk right through the trailer and the feature part
and I’ll keep my stupid hat on
then I’ll munch on my popcorn and candy till you go insane
It’s New Year’s Eve we’ll get real drunk
we’ll find a girl that we can spunk (upon)
I don’t care if she ain’t got a brain
as long as she don’t feel no pain
with my high five palm and my baseball hat
I will not tell my buddies that–
she looked at my gherkin saw that it wasn’t workin’
so I ended up jerkin’ in the shower at home
she looked at my gherkin saw that it wasn’t workin’
so I ended up jerkin’ in the shower at home
gherkin-jerkin’, in the shower at home
we’re morons at a toll booth as we search for change
you’d think we’d miss our exit but we won’t
we’ll hit speeds topping thirty in the passing lane
watch the white smoke trail behind us
then we’ll give you the finger if you have the nerve to pass by
it’s 2 am let’s leave the bar we’ll stumble to my truck/car
I’ll blast the tunes from my radio
and we’ll argue ’bout where we want to go
with my bumper sticker and my big behind
the neighbors lives won’t enter my mind
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7. |
Trial + Error
04:37
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Instrumental
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8. |
Bebop
05:46
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BEBOP
I’ve often wondered what it’s like to wear your shoes
running in circles when a straight line’s what I’d choose
you lug the gear but you don’t hear the muse’s voice
less of a passion but much more a career choice
you’ve had no teacher and you claim that’s your defense
but years tick by and still you love your ignorance
we try to reach and teach and show effect and cause
but your whole world is pat on back, handshake, applause
hey Bebop, what’s it like to be inside your head
beating a horse that you refuse to see is dead
hey Bebop, what’s it like to mistake that for this
i-g-n-o-r-a-n-c-e can’t be bliss
I’ve often wondered what it’s like behind your eyes
rose-colored cataracts concocting careful lies
you don’t report you just distort words you receive
can’t even see that those aren’t compliments they leave
hey Bebop, what’s it like to be inside your head
beating a horse that you refuse to see is dead
hey Bebop, what’s it like to mistake that for this
i-g-n-o-r-a-n-c-e can’t be bliss
you always played the same song
you always played the chords wrong
you never thought anything through
we tried to show you changes
we tried to make arrangements
we tried until our reds were blue
and at the end of it there was nothing left to do
that’s why I’m through with you
I’ve often wondered what it’s like to wear your shoes
you get the paper but you seldom get the news
swimming in bliss you miss that this noise is quite absurd
you never think of what you’ll hear just what you’ve heard
hey Bebop, what’s it like to be inside your head
beating a horse that you refuse to see is dead
hey Bebop, what’s it like to mistake that for this
i-g-n-o-r-a-n-c-e can’t be bliss, can it?
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9. |
Vitriol
04:53
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Instrumental
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10. |
Simple Simian
05:42
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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
she 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
she’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
she’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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11. |
B3 (Brainsbodyboth)
03:36
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B3 (brainsbodyboth)
brainsbodyboth ya know it
brainsbodyboth ya show it
brainsbodyboth it’s true
I wanna eat my cake and have it too
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 ya know it
brainsbodyboth ya show it
brainsbodyboth it’s true
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 can it be
brainsbodyboth for me
brainsbodyboth it’s true
I want a 6-inch heel and 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 you know it
brainsbodyboth you show it
brainsbodyboth for real
I want a high IQ and a six-inch heel
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
Lilly, do we lie? “It’s true, it’s true”
brainsbodyboth, brainsbodyboth
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 ya know it
brainsbodyboth ya show it
brainsbodyboth it’s true
I wanna eat my cake and have it too
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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12. |
Cruel Spines
06:25
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CRUEL SPINES
In the jungle in the water just waiting for its prey
as you wade up to your waist it swims over your way
no music from John Williams will warn you of its course
it senses something in the water and it’s looking for the source
relieving pressure that’s built to a height
I sense that something isn’t right
before I can tap I get a feeling in my lap
I haven’t been fishing but I just got a bite
I look down I can’t believe what I see
I’ve a tenant but no condo fee
what couldn’t be true has become Candiru
it’s no longer “I” it’s now “we”
the doctor said he’d never seen such a case
I could tell he wasn’t lying by the look on his face
then he shined a bright light in my most private place
and said he wasn’t sure how to vacate the space
[he said– ] You might need Roto-Rooter
to help fix your spoo shooter
try as I like, I can’t punch the spike
and remove this aquatic commuter
your posture will turn to a slouch
you’ll probably turn into a grouch
I regret to inform that from now on the norm
the word you say most will be “ouch”
biology offers no apology
maybe it will let me be
but I’m afraid I don’t feel free
trust me this is quite a strange sensation
this penal code violation
I’m not really sure how to act
and I hope its cruel spines will retract
is it fiction? No, it’s fact!
evolution’s quite a trick, to its guns it will stick
it can develop fish that will do what they wish
like set up camp in your prick
although this hasn’t been fun I’m glad it’s not over and done
the moral I guess, is I have to confess
even this comp’nies better than none
biology offers no apology
maybe it won’t be so bad
but I’m afraid I don’t feel glad
trust me this is quite a weird sensation,
this tubal ligation
I’m not really sure what to say
and I hope its cruel spines go away
will you leave me? “No, I’ll stay!”
Couldn’t understand it why all the men upon entering the water covered up what we call the nether regions using a shell from a tree just like a jockstrap what was this look that they all gave him squinting their eyes as they watch him in the water realize that the son will soon be daughter tourist won’t like what he ends up taking with him and when
he pee the gift he see is duty free
biology offers no apology
zoology offers no apology
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13. |
Skeptic
04:58
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SKEPTIC
you can’t believe what a skeptic I am
I can’t believe you believe in that man
we disagree but I still give a damn
your guru assures if you follow his regimen
you will become a most excellent specimen
the power to live on and on for all days
is right at your fingertips, if someone pays
he says that his aura will keep you alive
for 3 easy installments of $10.95
the device he uses sucks out the bad juices
and leaves no bad bruises, it simply deduces
the proper percentage of X in your brain
this miracle cure leaves no permanent pain
you can’t believe what a skeptic I am
I can’t believe you believe in that plan
we disagree but I still give a damn
your astral projections are coming along
your chakra and chi are both growing real strong
your cold disappeared after just nine short days
all thanks to the words on the whole earth displays
now due to the juices and pills and the creams
your body’s lost toxins (whatever that means)
you’ve stopped eating all of that sinister food
your dinner tastes awful so it’s got to be good
you can’t believe what a skeptic I am
I can’t believe you believe in that sham
we disagree but I still give a damn
the ramification of treatments from holymen
leaves me slightly queasy deep down in the abdomen
convinced that the lives that they lead need adjusting
the drive to the bookstore and blindly start trusting
the miracles and cures all laid down in black ink
never even bothering to stop and think--
the only real power that I do believe
is the dollars and cents all these authors receive
if miracle wonders were held in their looks
why waste precious time and try selling their books
why sit and wait for your publishing royalty
if one has real power who needs reader loyalty
if you could travel by thought to a mystical place
why go to book signings and vie for shelf space
why would you wait for your agent to call you and vent
and try to convince you he’s worth 12 percent
why would you bother with talk shows and a crazed publicist
why deal with the people that repeatedly insist
that you show them real proof that your powers exist
hey, convince some real skeptics or cease and desist
trust me six months from now you folks will not be missed
what is the moral we all must learn
’specially those of us with money to burn
before your eyes widen at the book on the shelf
THINK
is he helping you or is he helping himself
you can’t believe what a skeptic I am
you should believe what a skeptic I am
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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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