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Fluffhead was a man
With a horrible disease Could not find no cure Wont'cha help him if you please Fluffhead Fluffhead Fluff came to the door Asking me for change His eyes were clear and pure But his mind was so deranged Fluffhead Fluffhead Fluff went to a banker Asking for some bills The banker said 'I aint got that, But I sure got some powerful pills' Fluffhead Fluffhead |
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Boy
Man God Shit Wash Uffizi drive me to Firenze |
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David Bowie
UB 40 |
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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 dragged his weary carcass (or "shit-ass") up the mountain 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. |
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I come from atop the mountain baby
Where the people come to pray I come from atop the mountain baby Where the people come to pray There ain't no truth in action 'Less you believe it anyway I was riding down the road one day and Someone hit a possum I was riding down the road one day and Someone hit a possum The road was his end His end was the road So they say Whoa possum... possum, possum... POSSUM Whoa possum... possum, possum... POSSUM Whoa possum, possum Your end is the road I was riding down the road one day and Someone hit a possum I was riding down the road one day and Someone hit a possum The road was his end His end was the road So they say Whoa possum... possum, possum... POSSUM Whoa possum... possum, possum... POSSUM Whoa possum, Your end is the road Whoa possum, possum Your end is the road |
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INTRODUCTION
Wilson Wilson Wilson Wilson Wilson Once upon a time there was a mountain that rose out of a vast green forest. And in the forest there were birds and lakes and rocks and trees and rivers. The forest was also inhabited by a small group of people called the lizards. The lizards were a simple people and they had lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utter peace and tranquillity. Once a year when spring came, and the first blossoms began to show, the lizards would gather at the base of the mountain, to give thanks for all that they had. They thanked the birds and they thanked the lakes and they thanked the rocks and the trees and the rivers; but most importantly, they thanked Icculus. Icculus lived at the top of the mountain, or at least everyone thought so, for no one had actually ever seen him. But they knew he existed, because they had the Helping Friendly Book. Icculus had given the Helping Friendly Book to the Lizards thousands of years earlier as a gift. It contained all of the knowledge inherent in the universe, and had enabled the Lizards to exist in harmony with nature for years. And so they lived; until one day a traveler arrived in Gamehendge. His name was Wilson and he quickly became intrigued by the Lizards way of life. He asked if he could stay on and live in the forest; and the Lizards, who had never seen an outsider, were happy to oblige. Wilson lived with the Lizards for a few years, studying the ways of the Helping Friendly Book, and all was well. Until one morning when they awoke and the book was gone. Wilson explained that he had hidden the book, knowing that the Lizards had become dependent on it for survival. He declared himself king and enslaved the innocent people of Gamehendge. He cut down the trees and built a city, which he called Prussia. And in the center of the city he built a castle, and locked in the highest tower of the castle lay the Helping Friendly Book out of the reach of the Lizards forever. But our story begins at a different time, not in Gamehendge, but on a suburban street in Long Island, and our hero is no king sitting in a castle, he is a retired colonel shaving in his bathroom. Colonel Forbin looked square in the mirror and dragged the blade across his cold creamed skin. He saw the tired little folds of flesh that lay in a heap beneath his eyes. Fifty-two years of obedient self-restraint, of hiding his tension behind a serene veil of composure. For fifty-two years he had piled it all on the back burner, and for fifty-two years it had boiled, frothing over in a turbulent storm inside of him. It had escaped through his eyes, reacting with the cigarette smoke and the fluorescent lights and slowly accumulating into a sagging mass. He ran his dripping palm across the stubble on the nape of his neck and thought again about the door. He had discovered the door some months back on one of his ritualistic morning walks with his dog McGrupp. It had started out as a typical stroll with McGrupp bounding joyously ahead of the preoccupied colonel. As they reached the apex of the hill, he saw it and he knew it had always been there, and felt foolish for overlooking the door for so long. At first, he tried to ignore it, but he soon found that it was impossible, and slowly his newly acquired knowledge transformed his dreary life into a prison from which there was only one escape. And on this morning, Colonel Forbin stepped through the door... |
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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 |
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Harry! Harry! Where do you go when the lights go out (3x)
Harry! Harry! Where do you go? Thank you Mr. Miner (5x) Thank you Mr. Hood I can feel good (I feel good) about Hood! (4x) You can feel GOOD! |
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Little Suzy Greenberg, with her head caved in.
Soon to let me drown beneath the undertow. Aughta 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. Chorus Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy Suzy, Suzy Greenberg Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy Suzy, Suzy Greenberg Suzy's 'bout 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. Since the day we first met, she's probably forgot my name! Chorus x2 Little Suzy Greenberg, with her head caved in. Soon to let me drown beneath the undertow. Aughta 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. Chorus x2 |
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In the morning I pack up my gear
and toss it in my carryall Run the wide load to the lip and watch the big core crack and glow In the evening I undo my belt Split open and melt I wake up on my stomach with my face between my hands and crawl along the floor toward the doorway Jumping to my feet I try to put myself together but I feel it in my knees and the room begins to spin and I slip and bump my head and raise a welt Split open and melt We breathe deep in a steam dream and plunge below the water line down, down, down between beams to the gloom room among the seaweed and the slime down, down, down Melt |
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Remember all the days in the pond
Catchin' wild trout till the break of dawn Now that you've become a man, looking very mean Got a nice shiny sports car, keep it very clean Don't ask him what it was, tell him what it is (2x) Sing the song now: Ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, I got an oh kee pah She used to be a vampire child, walkin' in the yard Now that she's become a woman, lookin' very proud You used to wear a piece of cloth tied around your head Now she looks so good, wanna love you dead Don't ask her what it was, tell her what it is (2x) Sing the song now: Ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, you no good pah |
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Let's go out to dinner and see a movie
Let's go out to dinner and see a movie Let's go out to dinner And see a movie Let's go out to dinner and see a movie |
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Ahhh!
Divided sky, the wind blows high (The divided sky chant is part of an ancient ritual dating back to the pre-Wilson years of She purity in Gamehendge. After listening to the sacred sounds for a sloping lawn, three chosen subjects eat a special root collected at the base of the enormous mountain that rises in the center of the forest. The root is believed to contain the spirit of Icculus, who lives at the top of the mountain. After eating the root, they venture into a vast field at sundown. The field is deep green, and stretches as far as the eye can see in all directions. In the center of the field stands an enormous black rhombus. They climb the rhombus and begin to sing, paying homage to the gods of the night sky.) |
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Slave to the traffic light
Slave See the city, see the zoo Traffic light won't let me through |
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Rye, rye, rocco
Marco Esquandolas Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Set the gearshift for the high gear of your soul You've got to run like an antelope out of control |
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The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. Bummed is what you are when you go out to your car and its been towed. I woke up one morning In November And I realized I love you. Its not your headlights in front Or your tailpipe Or the skylight above you. Its the way that you cling to the road When the wind tries to shove you. I'd never go driving away and come back home without you. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road. The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode. |
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I'm looking through
And it all would be So crystal clear If it wasn't for the foam But the foam keeps getting thicker And it just keeps getting harder And I'm falling Into a deep Well |