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You Yesyesyes
Yoooooooou yes yes yes yesyesyes yoooooooou
Yoooooooou yes yes yes yesyesyes yoooooooou
Yoooooooou yes yes yes yesyesyes yoooooooou

Home Age Conversation
Walking where the windy stops
The tops of trees are bare
Where'd you go, you didn't say
And I was so upset
And I saw a thousand motorcycles
As they made meat out of Mars.
Way to go
You know the way
To San Jose in cars.
Let the best of Wild Wild West
Digest and have some tea.

Godsong
God never really did like man anyway
At least not after they started walking around
On their hind leg(s)
And talking on the telephone
Of course poor God's point of view wasn't easy now (to) understand
He had invented man from dead things
At that time there were no grave yards to rob
So He had been forced to use dead worms, some sea weed
That had laid out on the beach for quite a while
For quite a while.
At that time man had four legs and no telephone
A major mistake came when God decided that man should think
(A trait that He'd long desired for Himself)
What God no doubt intended was
For man to think about Him
And that was important because
God just wanted to be
Just another normal deity
Deity Deity Ty Ty Ty Ty Ty
All that God wanted to be
Was just a normal deity
All that God wanted to be
Was just another normal deity
All that God wanted to be
Was just a deity
Just a normal deity
All that God wanted to be
Just a normal deity
All that God wanted to be
Just a normal deity
All went well for quite a while
Man was a wonderful creature
With long rich engraved face
Four fine legs ending in five mini-legs
And a coat of satiney hair
And large genitals
His thoughts were pure and
Full of wonder
The wonder part was God's favorite,
(at least at first)
Because that's the part that gave Him
His Identity Identity Identity Identity
Oh, it was so wonderful for God
Man's... Man's questions turned to visions
And visions gave God
All kinds of exciting things to do
Someday He would be a God of wrath
Reeking havoc upon undiscipline mankind
And at other times He'd be a God of love and compassion
Of course these were all things that man had invented
So God had a hard time getting the full grasp
But...
One of His favorite things
Was man's believing in Him, and then not believing in Him
One of His favorite things
Was man's believing in Him, and then not believing in Him
Believing in Him, Not believing in Him
Believing in Him, Not believing in Him
Believing in Him, Not believing in Him
Believing in Him, Not believing in Him
Believing in Him, Not believing in Him
Believing in Him, Not believing in Him
Believing in Him, Not believing in Him
Believing in Him, Not believing in Him
Believing in Him, Not believing in Him
Believing in Him, Not believing in Him
Like some hide and seek game
Over
And
Over
And
Over and Over
Believing in Him
Believing in Him
Believing in Him
Not believing in Him...
Not believing in Him?
I think He liked believing in Him much better...
But I'm not sure...

March De La Winni
Instrumental

Bossy
Sat upon an empty box of Cheerios and settled
Through the cracks of wooden floors
Forming little cone mountains
Fertile soil on which to rest
My dirty little white stone
With dimples to keep it from
Rolling down the dusty trail
Brought such straight rows
Like corn and peas
And foot caves in cold dirt
And the sore throat that follows
"Everyone always knew it ended this way,
But I still don't understand why...
Milking the cow didn't work."
She was warm and had a rough
Mus-cular tongue for licking
Salt blocks and brown eyes like a cow
And her name was Bossy.
We didn't eat her I don't think

Boo Who?
Now ---- there just is a cow
Where --- once was a calf
Now ---- there just is a stare
Where --- once was a laugh
Now ---- there just is a bone
Where --- once was a bath
Now ---- a tink-er-y toy
Is ---- an epi-taph
A smile - would make believe
That ---- it had a friend
And ---- tomorrow's name
Once ---- never would end

Tourniquet of Roses
The onion's in the fat
And the bacon's bought the bat
And the Posie's never even near the picture
(Now where to went that rotten egg
For feelin' up my lover's leg
I'll boil him `til the begs to be a breakfast)
So I'm left all alone
Because my father fought the foam
And now I can't accept the pharmacy's prescription
So now there is a bank
Where once a summer spring
Remined us of what we thought we ought to ding.a ling
For ringing ringing rockets
Roar a tub of a' lard today
And all that's left
Is something else
There is no more to say
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...

You Yesyesyes Again
Instrumental

Six Things to a Cycle
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Chew chew GUM chew GUM GUM chew chew
Smack Smack Smack

Death in Barstow
Once I went to Barstow
Then I went to bed
First my friend was with me
Then my friend was dead
All his clothes were burned up
And his thighs were red
After all we've been through
What more can be said?
Once I went to Barstow
Then I went to bed
First my friend was with me
Then my friend was dead
All this thighs were burned up
And his clothes were red
After all we've been through
What more can be saaaaaaaaaaaaid

Mellon Collie Lassie
Boys from home forget to phone
And love is like a loan
Depending on the bending
And the mending of a moan
Melon Collie Lassie knows the needs of new who come
To see the Zuider Zee and then they float from one to some
Forever while she washes all the clothes are never clean
And if you ask her where you are it tends to make her mean

Flight of the Bumble Roach (Roaches That Fly)
She's a coon-ass cutie
With a brown-stained sole
From stompin' dem roaches
Flying by low low low
Low flying cockroaches three inches long,
Bare-footed coon-asses steppa dem on
Three inch cock --- roaches that fly
Bite bare-assed coon-feets
If they can get by
Low flying cockroaches three inches long,
Bare-footed coon-asses steppa dem on

Walter Westinghouse
Walter Westinghouse went to town
He found a friend today
His friend was peeling ceiling wax as
He heard Walter say:
"Love me tender, love me sweet
Love me like I love my feet
Sit me down with Ezra Pound
But don't forget to eat.
Or cause a country boy to cook
A carrot or a cake
But don't forget the feelings
Of a friend are hard to fake."
He lives a life of April leaves
Respondent to the thought that
"Often things you caught or bought
Were not the ones you sought."
Now his December is a sender
Singing songs he knows
But all the words are:
"Cheese" and
"Please" and
"Boy, I hope it snows."
He buys the bacon, and the achin'
In his heart is due
To overcoats and Quaker Oats
And if his wife should sue.
Wanda Wanda where you went and
Tell me what'd you take?
I took the tongue of Philip Jung
And left it in the lake.
But, my dear, I think I fear
That you had lost your way.
Cause scrambled eggs,
Cause scrambled eggs,
Were all he'd let me bake.
He said, "Your trust is like a crust
Too brittle and too thin."
I said you're full of nigger nuts
And look like Rin Tin Tin.
Is common ground not ever found
But flees from dad to son?
Or is it just believing that the
Evening steals the sun.
I said your snoot is full of poot
And should be in a shoe
And then I said your stupid bed
Is better off than... you...
Oh, come home, Dear!
Eat Exuding Oinks Upon
And Bleed Decrepit Broken Bones
At Caustic Spells of Hell.
Huh, What's that, Dear? Huh?
Eat Exuding Oinks Upon
And Bleed Decrepit Broken Bones
At Caustic Spells of Hell! Eat Exuding Oinks Upon?
And Bleed Decrepit Broken Bones?
At Caustic Spells of Hell?
Yes, Eat Exuding Oinks Upon
And Bleed Decrepit Broken Bones
At Caustic Spells of Hell!
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EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!
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He sees the threads of worn out treads
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true...