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WHATEVER

All messed up and someplace to go
The only thing I'm sure of is I don't know
I'm pulling muscles for Michelle
And it smells like heaven but it tastes like hell
 
Stupid me, stupid you stupid together forever
Whatever
 
I'm at the end of your rope
And you're dangling a carrot but you're strangling my hope
I see you're going back to wearing black
And you food for thought is just a suicide snack
 
Stupid me, stupid you stupid together forever
Whatever
 
Never, no never before
Whatever for evermore
 
Your private life is full of strife
Because Cadillac Jack wants to make you his wife
And the days are drab and they drone on dreary
And your teary theory is making me weary

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 

ED
 
Take a right on red she said
Here, this particular right on red
Can't you hear what I just said
What's crawling through your empty head, Ed?
 
Nothing much, he said
Except a poem that he read
While in another lover's bed
Reverberated in his head
 
Half a smile from Ed
Walking on two legs of lead
He quit the day job and the bed
And chose the straight gold road instead
 
He said, honey sometimes it feels just like I'm dying
But I know that isn't due to lack of trying
 
Dammit Ed, she said
The coast is clear go right on red
I will go right, right he said
I will go right back to bed

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KRAZY KAT
 
There is a kat and a mouse
Who live in a cartoon house
In Coconino
But Ignatz and Krazy are throwing bricks against the wall
Trying to save us all
From Oppenheimer
 
Mothers teach your children
Mothers, boy you taught them well
 
Hurling sand and cement
Wanting us all to repent
At Alamogordo
Keeping low to the ground
And listening for the sound
Of Armageddon
 
Mothers raising sinners
Sinners raising clouds of hate
 
Krazy Kat - I'm feeling more assured that
You and mouse - will take the time
To save this precious world from the
New clear fizzyits
Who're telling us thas and thit
About the gagdget
Oh what a joyless day
The sky is murky and grey
And filled with mushrooms
 
Running for the shelter
If you're not blown to the moon
 
Krazy Kat you tried to do your best
And you and mouse did the most
To fight the men in the coats but
 
All the trees are bare
And you're breathing in the air
That's filled with barium
Now it's struggle and strife
And what's a Kat's half-life
From Cocnino?
 
Didn't you know you had a soul
'Til you felt it burning out
 

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 
FAKE MONET
 
You wear sweaters in the summer
And you wear sandals in the snow
You give such flowery impressions
But reality resides in the ash can below
 
And your colors are fading fast away
Sliding back to reveal all the gray
Of a canvas in the middle of a
Downtown rainy day
Proving all along you were nothing but a fake Monet
 
You paint disguises in the morning
Clown face or pallid beatnik queen
You use abstract expressions
With no clue to the symbols or what they mean
 
And your colors are fading fast away
Sliding back to reveal all the gray
Of a canvas in the middle of a
Downtown rainy day
Proving all along you were nothing but a fake Monet
 
You rinse your palate of the matter
Refusing to even sign your name
You brush by me in a hurry
And while I accuse forgery you accuse frame
 
And your colors are fading fast away
Sliding back to reveal all the gray
Of a canvas in the middle of a
Downtown rainy day
Proving all along you were nothing but a fake Monet

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 
YOUR HOT AIR
 
Your open invitation in a drunken voice too loud
Your overcompensation was a sticky suspect shroud
I think I know better, pal, this time
You mock by faking interest and you look me in the teeth
You wear a neon necklace that looks like a Christmas wreath
I'm sure I know better, pal, this time
 
Your hot air can boil an ocean
Your cold heart can freeze it right down
 
Your breath once promised springtime
Now it's foul decayed and rotten
No point in remembering the things that you've forgotten
I know we're both better off this way
I thought you were a comet but you really were a flash
It's hard to tell the vomit from the rolling hills of trash
Thank God I'm up here and you're over there
 
Your hot air can fill balloons up
Your cold heart can freeze up the sky
 
Memories are where they're supposed to be
Far away, far away and gone to stay
 
I found you in the forest with a painted poison apple
Offering salvation in the form of friendly grapple
I took the first bite and broke off my teeth
The chains that used to bind me were just paper hoops, me thinks
Surprised that they could tighten with so many missing links
I pulled off your mask, one more underneath
 
Your hot air…
 

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 
KINGDOM
 
Heard the sound screaming down from all around
From loudspeakers in the center of the square
Said my time was up, and all the spotlights focused down
Seemed like everyone I ever knew was there
 
Wandered home alone, past the palaces I'll never own
Kingdom come, kingdom go
 
Saw the wave that was headed toward the shore
Though it moves me still it breaks what I have made
I need a hand, I can't shout it any more
Is it true yours is so effortlessly played?
 
There was a lucky rain in June
So you couldn't tell what I'd just been doing
Kingdom come, kingdom go
 
Traced the path with a smile and sympathy
Saw the circles and the spirals and the lines
Had to realize it really all was me
Had to tell myself a hundred thousand times
 
Shake my head and say, goddamn I guess I'm here today
Kingdom come, kingdom go
 

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 
WE'LL GET THROUGH
 
Well hello little stranger, you monkey business major
Put away that money 'cause this one's on me
I know how it feels to get stuck behind the wheel
And suddenly remember you forgot the key
 
But we'll get through if it's the only damn thing we do
Just between me and you we will get through
 
I once knew this girl, she really used to rule my world
But I drove her out and hitched a ride to insanity
There was a reason for her sadness
But a method acting to her madness
And tragic case of unsightly varicose vanity
 
But we'll get through if it's the only damn thing we do
Just between me and you we will get through
 
The toast of the town always landing with your buttered side down
From that day-old, half-baked stalemate you just can't hide
I'm eating my slice of life, cut with a rusty knife,
And karma over easy on the side
 
But we'll get through if it's the only damn thing we do
Just between me and you we will get through
The skin of our teeth might have to do
 

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 
THIS IS MY STOP
 
I always seem to throw aside my good routine
As if I didn't know what all this silence means
Between looking for the flashing light on the phone machine
And my malicious mailbox that stays oh, so clean
 
This is my stop
 
Well I have seen your open trap door policy
And I vowed that it would never get the best of me
Still, I offered it on Sunday's silver tray for tea
Just to have it handled mangled Monday back to me
 
This is my stop
Hush little baby, don't say a word, it's too late
Hush little baby, I've already heard, it's too late
 
The past wasn't perfect and the present is tense
For a first person singular without a good defense
But I'm reading all those letters now and they all make sense
And I'm pulling up the lessons now with each experience
 
This is my stop
Wooh wooh
 

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 
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BROKEN RADIO
 
Tinny, tiny radio going boom boom boom and whoa whoa whoa
Like it don't quite know which way to go
What hath ye wrought, stereo?
Trivial soundtrack of the mating game
For a mohawk, a flat top, or a big black mane
They trimmed the fat and gave it a brand new name
But man, if it don't look and sound the same
 
Hey Joe, what do you know
Say it ain't so
You got a broken radio
 
Enlightened Blightey frightened pup
Shuffled like a joker till he held the trump
He wrote his ticket and he filled his cup
And he's laying low till his price goes up
Drunk weekends called the new contenders
Transformed themselves into little big spenders
They cashed their checks and went on benders
And all wound up with mangled Fenders
 
Hey Joe, there you go
Hohoho, broken radio
 
Turn it up! Turnit down! Turn it off! Turn it around!
 
Walkman, walk man, walk don't run
But don't sleep away your day in the sun
How many times have you seen it done
Some fool turns one million into one
In basements, attics, and living rooms
Or from the garage breathing too many fumes
They're singing suburban fuzzbox doom
And putting the old man in the tomb
 
Hey Joe, look out below
Way to go, broken radio
 

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 
BREATHE DON'T PUSH
 
Scared of all the animals
Meat in their mouths
Those who stalk and hunt and kill
Blood on their claws
 
Breathe, don't push
 
Egg in a deserted nest
Prey praying with fear
Scent filling the open sky
Death circling near
 
Breathe, don't push
 
Sleep comes in to save the day
Truth broom sweep it all away
 
Wind pushes a strangled cry
Slow withdraw back to birth
Life lasting the blink of an eye
Hell and heaven on earth
 
Breathe, don't push
 

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 
THE ONLY PLACE I'M GOING
 
Another quick collapse for you to see
This one is growing old disgracefully
Another time around this tired old track
We lap it up and we keep coming back
Another heat wave crashing a cold wall
Forced to slow down, down to nothing much at all
Living large was fine when the day was new
But when the party's over, there is cleaning up to do
 
I can't see 'cause you ain't showing
Crazy is the only place I'm going
 
Downright obvious I'm afraid to say
Although I know you can't take this thing every day
While a true confession wipes the slate for one more try
Every new concession wipes me out, you wipe your eye
 
I can't see 'cause you ain't showing
Crazy is the only place I'm going
 
A grain of sand rocks us
The hourglass mocks us
 
Though I'm the first in line to rear my hidden head
I can't apologize for things I never said
Some small words and we can push this thing away
But we've got the spot saved when it comes another day
 
I can't see 'cause you ain't showing
Crazy is the only place I'm going
 

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 
KIDS WITH TOYS
 
Filled to the brim with piss and vinegar
Wearing all those multi-colored hats
Reading all the dime store literature
Eating food from an automat
All the words they seem so essential
Written by a kleptomaniac
But will it sell in Fond du Lac?
Time to get out the caged-up animals
Attracted like moths to flame
Every night the effect is minimal
No one there to share the blame
 
They're just a bunch of kids with toys
Going out to make some noise
 
Everybody seems to make advances
Wasting nothing but precious time
Exchanging sly, secondary glances
Licking boots for a lousy dime
Look at the charts - what's the status?
It seems to flow so effortlessly
It's just another apparatus
Go and exit gracefully
Congratulations on being appointed
To a major syndicate
Funny how noses get disjointed
When everyone's indifferent
 
They're just a bunch of kids with toys
Going out to make some noise
 
How can you rate it from one to ten
When no one listens to what's been said
People claim it's something new
When all it is is déjà vu
 
God it's loud - driving people dizzy
With a stance and an attitude
All those notes - too busy, busy, busy
Hard to tell if it's understood
What's the reward for reaching the pinnacle
Just a lousy gold heirloom
Avoiding all the silly little obstacles
Just looking for some elbow room
The wisest of the stupid little children
Now considers himself an adult
All the dreams - wanting to fulfill them
Just waiting for the end result
 
They're just a bunch of kids with toys
Going out to make some noise
 

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 
REQUIEM FOR A LIGHTWEIGHT
 
Lined up and craning for a view
Lined up like animals two by two
Declare him perfect and justified
But he says "you should never have more
than you can hide"
 
There is no dent in the big man's armor
There is no blood running in his veins
Just a requiem
 
How does he move his flock along?
They learn the language of his song
How does he get his voice that way?
And what the hell did he just say?
 
If you find out too much about
the winner of your election
You might find he's just another
Normal sinner with an erection
Just a requiem
 
We keep him neatly in his role
He knows his putty fills our hole
But his fantasies are just as sick
He's anointing foreheads with a brick
 
He walks silently, no one suspecting
He's picking pockets while they're genuflecting
Just a requiem
 

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 
WISHING TO STOP WISHING
 
Well I thought I was right
When I left but I was wrong
I thought in just one night
Maybe a week I weak guy would be strong
 
Every word I said that you read was true
In the note I wrote and handed off to you
Wishing to stop wishing
I got nothing but everything on my mind
 
I'm standing on my toes
Trying to reach a conclusion
Who knows? It could be close
But it's usually illusion
 
Every roaming eye on the sly is black and blue
Every color I come up with pales next to you
 
Wishing to stop wishing
I got nothing but everything but everything on my mind
 
I never got the grasp
Of keeping in touch
But I sure got the hang
Of being hung up
 
Most every toast I host I send them through the air
Every street I beat I still hope to meet you there
 
Wishing to stop wishing
I got nothing but everything on my mind
 

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 
SLEEPYHEAD
 
Five years and I'm on my way
I left them bars behind me
Skin deep but the skin don't show
So only scars can remind me
Four offers that I don't need
Suddenly it's too many
There was a time when time dragged on
When I didn't have any
 
Roll over
Now sleepy sleepyhead must rise
And run from the room
Where everything just dies
 
Three cheers and the joke's on me
And who's your favorite clown?
That bitter pill irony
I choke my daily dose down
Two fears and they both came true
To lose once and then twice to you
One faded and too young old
Just jaded, given up gold
 
Roll over
Now sleepy sleepyhead must rise
And run from the room
Where everything just dies
And I imagine how the final scene will play
My mouth full of mud and blood
As you turn and walk away
We'll meet again someday
 
My love is gone, so am I
There, I finally said it
My every day rolls away
Till it's too late to go and get it
 
Roll over
Now sleepy sleepyhead must rise
And run from the room
Where everything just dies
 

© 1992 Copyright  The Slugs - All Rights Reserved - Published by Famous Mistakes Music, BMI, and Samovar Groovathon, BMI

 

 

 

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