Mark of the Mole(1981)OverviewTracksLyrics
After the New Wave music press decided that The Residents weren't any fun anymore, the band began to feel angry, confused, and frustrated. Deciding that "a disaster was in order", they set about composing an album which told the story of a culture driven from their homes by a storm and forced into a confrontation with another people. This album was the first part of a planned Mole Trilogy.
The Mark of the Mole draws on various tales from the Great Depression, such as John Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath. It opens with a radio broadcast (narrated by Penn Jilette) of a warning about a storm brewing over the lands which contain the tunnels of the Mohelmot. The Mohelmot are strange race of cloaked figures who prefer to live underground and who are known as "Moles" as a result. The storm arrives quickly and floods the Moles out of their homes, forcing them to migrate across the desert to the sea where the Chubs live.
The Chubs are a chubby, vacuous people who live for pleasure in a cozy pop culture. They embrace the arriving Moles, seeing them as a good source of cheap labour. The hard-working Moles soon alienate the Chubs, however. The latter start to complain about the Moles taking all the good work and marrying the Chubs' daughters -- all the usual redneck complaints about immigrants, of which The Residents had heard plenty when they were growing up in Louisiana. The tension between the two groups comes to a head, breaking out in a short war which resolves nothing. Afterwards, everything reverts to they way it was before the fighting, with the situation just as tense as ever.
- VOICES OF THE AIR
- THE ULTIMATE DISASTER
- Won't You Keep Us Working?
- First Warning
- Back to Normality?
- The Sky Falls!
- Why Are We Crying?
- The Tunnels are Filling
- It Never Stops
- MIGRATION
- March to the Sea
- The Observer
- Hole-Worker's New Hymn
- ANOTHER LAND
- Rumors
- Arrival
- Deployment
- Saturation
- THE NEW MACHINE
- Idea
- Construction
- Failure/Reconstruction
- Success
- FINAL CONFRONTATION
- Driving the Moles Away
- Don't Tread on Me
- The Short War
- Resolution?
Expand allVoices of the Air
People should be left alone
Unless they have a happy home.
...to partly cloudy. The central part of the country, especially the Pit area, currently has clear skies but that condition could soon change due to an unusual influx of unseasonably cool winds sweeping down into the infamous Pit heat. Meanwhile here on the west coast the weather has continued much as it has for the last week.
When it was back when
We would not pretend
We were only friends.
We interrupt our regular program for this special announcement... Our telometer is reporting that a large storm has developed in the vicinity of the Pit area. Any travelers who might be headed towards that distant region are encouraged to delay further plans until this storm has passed.
Won't You Keep Us Working?
God of the nightfall, God of the shade,
God of the deep it's you whose made
All of the evening, all of the night,
All of the motion without light.
God of the darkness, God of the soul,
God of the deep dark friendly hole;
God of the unseen, cloudy and dim;
God of the hiding hear this hymn:
Won't you keep us working -- working, working, working;
Won't you keep us working -- working down below.
First Warning
Instrumental
Back To Normality?
Harmony cannot be denied; Once again we are satisfied;
Calm and quiet have been restored; So it is as it was before.
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
The Sky Falls
Instrumental
Why Are We Crying?
Shrinking from the touch of darkness, moaning in the night;
Sobbing into melancholy, weeping into fright;
Graciousness is not forgotten and into its place,
Whispering insinuation finds a fond embrace.
The Tunnels Are Filling
Instrumental
It Never Stops
There is no home where we reside, if there is nothing down deep inside,
Except a serpent sitting beside a promise of nothing except suicide.
I have been told, deep in my dreams, that there is hope, and that it seems
All that we seek was seen by the sea; yes,
Safety and comfort do dwell by the sea.
March to the Sea
We are rising as the sun retreats into the trees;
We're thinking of our destination as we start to leave;
We're marching to the sea, marching to the sea.
Smiling from the gentle touches of the evening breeze;
No one is unhappy now and no one is fatigued;
We're marching to the sea, marching to the sea.
The Observer
I'm a tired old man in a tired old land
Watching shadows moving across the sand;
Now they move at night and I understand
That they cannot see more than they can stand.
I have been deceived, I have murdered and
I have seen the soul of an unborn lamb;
It can burn a hole in a guilty man,
But it cannot stand in a distant land.
Hole-Workers New Hymn
We have left our lives, we have left our land,
We have left behind all we understand,
Now we must cry out, yes we must demand --
Let my children live in a land that's low,
Where the holes are deeper than light can go;
Let them have not pride but instead a soul
That can see the shame of the hands that glow.
Hole-Workers vs Man and Machine
Rumors
I heard a rumor from the east
That Pit Moles' battles with the beast
Have left them mindless and sick,
That west is where, their fingers say,
Are new found sites that give them something to cling to.
The rumors have them coming here
Believing life is not so harsh.
Life not so harsh, indeed.
A hundred thousand refugees?
The Pit Moles are coming, I heard just today;
Our problems with labor have just been done away with.
The Pit Moles will work hard and we'll barely pay;
So eager to get work, they'll do things just the way we want.
The Pit Moles are thrifty, their Gods reassure
That poverty's blissful; they like being destitute.
Arrival
Instrumental
Deployment / Saturation
Need work?
Need work?
Sign here. Sign here.
Sorry! That's all we need now;
Sorry! That's all we need.
No... No... No more work now.
The rest of you please leave.
Idea
Today I have declared myself to be a subject of the will of the people. Too long have my studies and research been for my own pleasures and distractions. Civilization needs the minds of its people. My first project will be the freeing of our underground workers. There is no reason why technology cannot be called on to meet this challenge.
A machine. A great machine. I see it now. Creatures! Seek your dignity! Scrap metal and I shall fight, and you shall be the winner!
Ugly Rumors
They lie about all through the day
Thinking that they should be paid
For all 'em knowing how to breed
Producing more for us to have to pay for their food, too.
They'll steal our daughters for their brides
Expecting more than life provides
A huge ungrateful straw stampede...
Construction
Instrumental
Failure / Reconstruction
Failure... Oh, my beautiful machine. My poor, poor beautiful machine.What have I done wrong? Where have I failed you? But give up? Never! Not as long as there are souls imprisoned in the dark life. Not as long as a whisper of life clings to my body. There will be freedom in the holes! All will hail the new machine! Yes! Yes! I think I've got it now. There, the spark leaps to live. The Golden Age quivers on the brink of creation. Live, my machine! Live my savior! You have my breath... You have my dream, my dream.
Success
Instrumental
Driving the Moles Away
We don't want your arm, we don't want your hand,
All we really want is for you to leave our land;
We don't want your foot, we don't want your toe,
All we really want is for you to pack and go;
We don't want your necks, we don't want your backs,
All we really want is for you to hit the tracks;
We don't want your nose, we don't want your lip,
All we really want is for you to take a trip;
We don't want your skin, we don't want your hair,
All we really want is for you to become rare;
We don't want your tongue, we don't want your ear,
All we really want is for you to disappear;
We don't want your ankle, we don't want your knee,
All we really want is for you to quickly leave;
We don't want your palm, we don't want your wrist,
All we really want is for you to soon be missed;
We don't want your brow, we don't want your eye,
All we really want is for you to puke and die!
Don't Tread On Me
Hatred has hunger and hatred has eyes,
Hatred has purpose and hatred has size,
Hatred has honor but hatred hates lies!
Assailants of mercy with hate in your eyes,
Do not disturb us, you might be surprised,
We are not weaklings to tremble and die.
Hatred has dignity, hatred is clear,
Hatred has courage and hatred is dear,
Hatred has virtue and hatred is here!
Odious enemy do not come near
There is no pity nor tenderness here,
There is no mercy just villainous fear!
The Short War
Instrumental
Resolution?
Instrumental