1.Buried Alive
2.Down With Disease
Down with disease
Three weeks in my bed
Trying to stop these demons that keep dancing in my head
Down with disease
Up before the dawn
A thousand barefoot children outside dancing on my lawn, and I
keep
Waiting for the time when I can finally say
That this has all been wonderful but now I'm on my way
But when I think it's time to leave it all behind
I try to find a way but there's nothing I can say to make it
stop
Down with disease and the jungles in my mind
They're climbing up my waterfalls and swingin' on my vines
So I try to hear the music but I'm always losing time
'Cause they're stepping on my rhythm and they're stealin' all my
lines
Stealin' all my lines and I keep
Waiting for the time when I can finally say
That this has all been wonderful but now I'm on my way
But when I think it's time to leave it all behind
I try to find a way but there's nothing I can say to make it
stop
3.Theme From The Bottom
I feed from the bottom, you feed from the top
I live upon morsels you happen to drop
And coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup
If nothing comes down then I'm forced to swim up
On the way upwards, the colors come back
But all along the bottom is blue, grey, and black
The darkness is cold and perception goes wrong
And the night seems to go on incredibly long
So I ask you why if I'm swimming by,
Don't you see anything you'd like to try？
Pantomime mixtures of heaven and earth
Jumbled events that have less than no worth
Time in the forest to dig under rocks
Or float in the ocean asleep in a box
Or sink just below all the churning and froth
And swim to the light source or fly like a moth
So toss away stuff you don't need in the end
But keep what's important and know who's your friend
So I ask you why if I'm swimming by,
Don't you see anything that you'd like to try？
If I'm swimming by
4.Poor Heart
You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my tape recorder
I'll call the Lord and he'll put you in the pen
You won't steal that thing again
I didn't even know your name or what was your game
But stealin' things has sure brought you to fame
I wanna know if you stole mine
It was one of a kind and I'm sayin' if you're to blame
Your life will never be the same
I can't track you anymore
Detective work has sure become a bore
So tell me what you did with it
And stop this shit, give up yourself
Before they come knockin' at your door
You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my poor heart again
When I feel the blade of that Cupid sword
I'll call the Lord and he'll put you in the pen
You won't steal that thing again
You won't steal my poor heart again
5.Wolfman's Brother
Well it was many years ago now
But I really can't be sure
That's when it all began then
I heard that knock upon my door
And the wolfman's brother
The wolfman's brother
Came down on me
The telephone was ringing
That's when I handed it to Liz
She said, 'This isn't who it would be,
If it wasn't who it is'
It's the wolfman's brother,
The wolfman's brother
Came down on me
So I might be on a side street
Or a stairway to the stars
I hear the high pitched cavitation
Of propellers from afar
It's the wolfman's brother...
Come down on me
So with meaningless excitement
And smooth atonal sound
It's like a cross between a hurricane
And a ship that's run aground
It's the wolfman's brother
Coming down on - coming down on me
6.Chalk Dust Torture
Come stumble my mirth beaten worker
I'm Jezmund the family berzerker
I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice
The wind buffs the cabin
You speak of your life
Or more willingly Locust the Lurker
Confuse what you can of the ending
And revise your despise so impending
'Cause I soak on the wrath
That you didn't quite mask
I'm getting it clearly through alternate paths
Or mixed in with the signal you're sending
But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned
As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned
And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue
Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun
All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone
Can't this wait til I'm old,
Can't I live while I'm young？
But no peace for Jezmund tonight
I plug the distress tube up tight
And watch what I say as it flutters away
And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay
Not to educate somebody's fright
7.Colonel Forbin's Ascent
Colonel Forbin stared up at the mountain
And wiped away the beads of sweat
That glistened on his brow
His tired feet were buried in the quagmire
And his bloodshot eyes saw all that lay between him
And fulfillment of his vow
And he felt his fingers wrap around a knotted root
And pulled his body upwards
To a sea green mossy boulder
And he climbed so slowly
He climbed so slowly
Ahead
Ahead
Suddenly he heard the crack of thunder
And the rocks began to crumble overhead
And tumble down the mountain to the
Dismal swamp that lay beneath the jagged cliffs
through which his path had led
And the earth began to quake beneath his feet
And the mighty mountain changed before his eyes
And he stood amidst a sea of dust and rocks and stones
Cascading down the mountain
And a thousand birds were headed for the sky. Oh...
The sacred creed will be yours
And if you wait until tomorrow
The sacred creed will be yours
To devour
Yours
To seize
And to obey
Obey
When the dust had cleared, the colonel lifted up his head
And was driven to his knees by a blazing beam of light
And he saw the silhouette that stood before him
And he bowed in reverence
Trembling in the shadow of the mighty legend's form
Icculus the prophet stood before his eyes
Looking down on Colonel Forbin
Where he shuddered in the puddles and the muck
And he quietly addressed him
And he spoke so slowly
He spoke so slowly
Ahead
He said
Colonel Forbin I know why you've come here
And I'll help you with your quest to gain the knowledge that you
lack
I call upon my faithful friend the mockingbird
To fly and seize the helping book and bring it to your shack
And a tree of knowledge in your soul will grow
And the Helping Friendly Book will plant the seed
But I warn you that all knowledge seeming innocent and pure
Becomes a deadly weapon in the hands of avarice
And greed
The sacred greed will be yours
And if you wait until tomorrow
The sacred creed will be yours
To devour
Yours
To seize
And to obey
And to obey
And the famous mockingbird swooped down out of the sky and
landed on Icculus's shoulder, and Icculus whispered into the
bird's ear, and it flew off toward Wilson's castle in the valley
below.
8.Fly Famous Mockingbird
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
Fly...
Fly...
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
The next morning at the camp Errand Wolfe and Rutherford stood
frozen in awe as the famous mockingbird flew out of the sky and
laid the Helping Friendly Book at their feet. The quest for the
book had dragged on for so many years that it's sudden
appearance left the men staring in disbelief, unsure of what
their next move should be. The shock wore off quickly though,
and Errand Wolfe shot into high gear. He snatched up the book
with one hand and the famous mockingbird with the other, and
began to inform Rutherford of his plan. He would first kill
Wilson, and then put the Helping Friendly Book to work for him.
With Rutherford's aid he fastened the famous mockingbird to a
pole, with glue and rubber bands, to insure the secrecy of his
mission, and then set out to find the only man in Gamehendge who
could handle the job of eliminating a King.
9.Stash
I'm pulling the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales
The sloping companion I cast down the ash
Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash
Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas
To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize
I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees
And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees
Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew
Police in a corner, gunnin' for you
Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat
Laugh when they shoot you, say
'Please don't do that'
Control for smilers can't be bought
The solar garlic starts to rot
Was it for this my life I sought？
Was it for this my life I sought？ (Maybe so and maybe not)
Control for smilers can't be bought (Maybe so and maybe not)
The solar garlic starts to rot (Maybe so and maybe not)
10.Cavern
Your time is near, the mission's clear
It's later than we think
Before you slip into the night
You'll want something to drink
Steal away before the dawn, and
Bring us back good news
But if you've tread in primal soup
Please wipe it from your shoes
Just then a porthole pirate
Scourged the evening with his cry
And sanctuary bugs deprived
The monkey of its thigh
A dust arose and clogged my nose
Before I could blink twice
Despite the stuff that bubbled up
I gave some last advice：
The flesh from Satan's dogs
Will make the rudiments of gruel
Deduct the carrots from your pay
You worthless swampy fool
Exploding then through fields and fen
And swimming in the mire
The septic maiden's gargoyle tooth
Demented me with fire
I drifted where the current chose
Afloat upon my back
And if perchance a newt slimed by
I'd stuff it in my sack
Soon I felt a bubble form, Somewhere below my skin
But with handy spine of hedgehog
I removed the force within
Suzie then removed her mask
And caused a mighty stir
The angry mob responded
Taking turns at grabbing her
The foggy cavern's musty grime
Appeared within my palm
I snatched Rick's fork to scrape it off
With deadly icy calm
(The brothel wife then grabbed a knife
And slashed me on the tongue
I turned the blade back on the bitch
And dropped her in the dung)
The crowd meanwhile had taken Sue
And used her like a rag
To mop the slime from where the slug
Had slithered with the bag
In summing up, the moral seems
A little bit obscure...
Give the director a serpent deflector
a mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector
a cushion convector, a pitcher of nectar
a virile dissector,a hormone collector
Whatever you do take care of your shoes
11.Haley's Comet
12.Mike's Song
Trapped in time and I don't know what to do
These friends of mine, I can see right through
You don't gotta tell me I don't gotta move
'Cuz I'm sittin' back here sharin' in the groove
Me no are no nice guy(Me no are no nice guy)
Me no are no nice guy(Me no are no nice guy)
Me no are no nice guy(Me no are no nice guy)
I walk through the hallways inside my mind
I chase the back-beat falling behind
Big dude in the doorway was blockin' my way
He reached and grabbed me and this is what he said：
Me no are no nice guy(Me no are no nice guy)
Me no are no nice guy(Me no are no nice guy)
Me no are no nice guy(Me no are no nice guy)
13.Weekapaug Groove
He walked on down the hall...
Walked on down the hall
He said, 'Mother...'
'Father, I want to kill you...'
'Mother...
I want to cook you breakfast...
I want to cook you breakfast, Mother...
Mother...I wanna cook you breakfast...
Then I wanna...I wanna borrow the car...
Then I wanna borrow the car...
Then I wanna...'
Ooooooooooh
Try to make a woman that you move
Ooooooooooh
And I'm sharing in the Weekapaug groove
Try to make a woman that you move
Ooooooooooh
And I'm sharing in the Weekapaug groove
Try to make a woman that you move
Ooooooooooh
And I'm sharing in the Weekapaug groove
14.Mango Song
Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
Slander on wrap paper ties
Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes
Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please
Ramble while slop scraper sighs
Tossing in his bed at night he'll dream until he dies
Operations at the sink
The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
Feels it tilt and start to slide
Mask a pretty hopper's foot with squeeze cheese
Dangle some grape apple pies
Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway
15.Wilson
Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone
Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards
I beg it all trune for you
Talk my duke a mountain, Helping Friendly Book
Inasfar as fiefdom, I think you bad crook
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards
I beg it all trune for you
I talked to my son Roger, Rutherford the same
When we had that meeting, over down near Game(henge)
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards
I beg it all trune for you
You got me back thinkin' that you're the worst one
I must inquire, Wilson
Can you still have fun？
Wilson
Can you still have fun？
Wilson
Can you still have fun？
Wilson
Meanwhile, in the main square in Prussia, the state of the
revolution was taking another turn for the worst. A crowd of
townspeople had gathered to witness the hanging of Wilson's
accountant, Mr. Palmer. It seemed that Palmer had been a
revolutionary himself and had been extorting Wilson's money to
fund the revolution. Palmer stood on the scaffold with Wilson
and the AC／DC Bag, an electrified robot-hangman with a black bag
over his head. Wilson seemed pleased as he began to speak.
16.Suspicious Minds ＞ Hold Your Head Up
17.David Bowie ＞ Catapult ＞David Bowie
18.Suzy Greenberg
Little Suzy Greenberg, with her head caved in.
Soon to let me drown beneath the undertow.
You better put that woman in a looney bin,
Cause you know I'd really like to be a part of her show!
Suzy is an artist - she paints quite a lot.
An artist she may be, but a genius she is not.
She says she wants to be a sociologist,
But she better first get checked by a neurologist.
Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy
Suzy, Suzy Greenberg
Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy
Suzy, Suzy Greenberg
Suzy's about as faithful as a slot machine.
Pays off once in a while, then she robs you clean.
She's always afraid that she's not sure what she's worth.
She's out of her mind, and she's not of this Earth.
Woman walks the streets like she's queen of the town.
Doesn't talk very much, she's very profound!
Little Suzy Greenberg's always playing a game.
But today I bet, she's probably forgot my name!
Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy
Suzy, Suzy Greenberg
Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy
Suzy, Suzy Greenberg
Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy
Suzy, Suzy Greenberg
Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy
Suzy, Suzy Greenberg
Little Suzy Greenberg, with her head caved in.
Soon to let me drown beneath the undertow.
You better put that woman in a looney bin,
Cause you know I'd really like to be a part of her show!
Suzy is an artist - she paints quite a lot.
An artist she may be, but a genius she is not.
She says she wants to be a sociologist,
But she better first get checked by a neurologist.
Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy
Suzy, Suzy Greenberg
Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy
Suzy, Suzy Greenberg
Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy
Suzy, Suzy Greenberg
Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy
Suzy, Suzy Greenberg
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