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Albino Microbat
01:45
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Lyrics:
Smaller than a tiny white shrew or a rat
The kind of thing a wino keeps under his hat
Deadly as a rhino but much smaller than that
Tell you what this beast is -- albino microbat
White as a snowball but a little more flat
Like a winged white worm but furry and fat
You don't need to buy no extras with that
Self-contained and self-assured -- albino microbat
Albino (bino, bino)….microbat
Albino (bino, bino)….microbat
He's pale and he's frail, with an ice-cream tail
But he knows where it's at
Albino (albino)…albino microbat
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Words and music by Tad Williams
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2. |
Get Mixed Up
03:22
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Lyrics:
You’ve got it all wrong, son
You’re all mixed up in the head
The reason to do anything
Is just for yourself, in the end
I know it’s easy to get mixed up
I know it’s easy to get mixed up
It’s gonna take some time, son
To sort the messages in your head
It’s gonna be a process
Gonna take some time to sort those threads
I know it’s easy to get mixed up
I know it’s easy to get mixed up
You need to find a quiet place
(You need) to let the wisdom rise from within
You need to find some private space
To stand your ground and not give in
I know it’s easy to get mixed up
I know it’s easy to get mixed up
You’ve gotta understand, son
You’re not the first to go through this
You gotta understand, son
You’re in the lake and not the abyss
I know it’s easy to get mixed up
I know it’s easy to get mixed up
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Words and Music by Andrew L. Jackson
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Lyrics:
I got my camel-colored polyester sport jacket
And I’m stickin’ it to The Man
Any way I can
I am stickin’ it to The Man
I will infiltrate the system from the inside
So I can get them eating outta my hand
Every way I can
I will get them eating out of my hand
Are you with me — Hippies and Freaks?
Are you with me — Hippies and Freaks?
Are you with me — Yuppies and Geeks?
Are you with me — Yuppies and Geeks?
I got my camel-colored polyester sport jacket yeah!
Tell those mothers I don’t need a straight-jacket yeah!
I’m a gonna shout and make a big racket yeah!
In my camel-colored polyester sport jacket! All right!
I got my sixty-five camel-colored station wagon
And it’s bigger than a family van
And I drive in it all by myself
That’s how I’m sticking it to The Man
I will infiltrate the system from the inside
So I can get them eating outta my hand
Every way I can
I will get them eating out of my hand
Are you with me — Hippies and Freaks?
Are you with me — Hippies and Freaks?
Are you with me — Yuppies and Geeks?
Are you with me — Yuppies and Geeks?
All Right!
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Words and music by Andrew L. Jackson
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Lyrics:
You do the best you can, you do what any man
You think the best you know you only want to be correct
You give whatever comes to hand you're not just any other man
You want to give the benefit but no you give your neck
You think the way is clear, you'll walk from here
You want to find the story that will pass you through the test
You make the closest one you find into the focused one
And then you turn your back upon the remnants of the rest
Let a smile be your revolver
Let it be your problem solver
When the ancient urges call you
Let it show
Let a smile be your revolver
Let it be your problem solver
Don't let acid time dissolve you
Let it go
You hear the way it's done, you're not the only one
Who thinks that it's a fool who counts the chickens who don't hatch
You take the longest road because you're not sure where it goes
And then you're angry when the journey fails to match
Let a smile be your revolver
Let it be your problem solver
When the ancient urges call you
Let it show
Let a smile be your revolver
Let it be your problem solver
Don't let acid time dissolve you
Let it go
Bang bang, Bang bang
this smile is just for you
Bang bang, bang bang
I see you're smiling too
Bang bang, bang bang
smiling like the dead
Bang bang, bang bang
unless I cut the thread
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Words: Tad Williams, Music: Tad Williams, Rick Cuevas, Andrew Jackson
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5. |
Shock To The System
03:11
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Lyrics:
A subtle emboss
Thrust in the night shade
Perpetual loss
Imagine the outcome
At too great a cost
An anime costume
Hung up on a cross
A shock to the system
Emotional ties
To all that’s around you
An enemy’s eyes
In the distance
A bargain bin price
For celibate virtue
A torture device
For all that you’ve been through
It’s a shock to the system
Crash into the unknown
Devoid of all wisdom
The lies all around you
It’s a shock to the system
Crash into the unknown
Devoid of all wisdom
That lies all around you
(repeat)
Perfection is lost
Sucked into the vacuum
The eyes of a moth
The wall that surrounds you
Perfection is lost
Sucked into the vacuum
The eyes of a moth
The wall that surrounds you
That’s right
It’s a shock to the system
Crash into the unknown
Devoid of all wisdom
The lies all around you
It’s a shock to the system
Crash into the unknown
Devoid of all wisdom
That lies all around you
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Words and music by Andrew L. Jackson
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St. Lonely's Day
04:45
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Lyrics:
January -- so cold and so white
You round up your demons and go for a ride
Take them uptown in a taxi to show them the sights
They like to get out on a Saturday night
All of those people watch you go by
Wonder where you're going, but they don't wonder why
You could give them twenty reasons for what you've got to try
But you'd give twenty lifetimes if they'd just meet your eye
St. Lonely's Day and the wind can't help blown'
St. Lonely's Day -- it's a story for no one
You think you're the hero -- but you're only a stray
When the clocks all strike zero -- St. Lonely's Day
Deep in August, hear the alley cats moan
As you stumble down Main Street in search of a stone
With the sweat on your neck and a chill in your bones
You don't want to get caught like this so far from home
St. Lonely's Day and the wind can't help blown'
St. Lonely's Day -- it's a story for no one
You think you're the hero -- but you're only a stray
When the clocks all strike zero -- St. Lonely's Day
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Words by Tad Williams, Music by Tad Williams, Rick Cuevas, and Andrew Jackson
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Red-Headed Stepchild
03:08
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Lyrics:
At night I drive, listening to the shouters screamers pointless dreamers, gnawing at the end of the radio dial
When daytime comes, I stand on busy downtown streets returning stares to every lying smile
But when the sun starts to go down I walk and walk and walk and walk, sometimes for miles
You gotta stop what you’re doing – don’t treat me like a red-headed stepchild.
I watch TV, I see the people talking, staring, gawking, swearing, like pigs dressed up in fancy shirts
I watch commercials too, the kind that run all night and tell you all the latest ways of getting out the dirt
But when the sun goes down I have to get outside and walk and walk and walk until it hurts
Some of us get pushed from the table, but others will receive their just desserts.
I’m not a difficult guy – I used to have a dog – I read books, some people don’t even take theirs off the shelf
I’m just like everyone else, I like long walks on the beach, I’d just rather do them by myself
Do you know where I’m coming from, BABY…?
My daddy taught me, he taught me right, he taught me right from wrong and how you can’t go running wild
You’ve got to fight temptation, it only fools the weak, that’s how the devil keeps the faithless souls beguiled
You’ve got to mend your ways, I know you don’t believe in anything, but it’s not too late to reconcile
You gotta stop what you’re doing – don’t treat me like a red-headed stepchild
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Words by Tad Williams, Music by Andrew L. Jackson
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The Night We Never Met
02:54
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Lyrics:
You were wearing love-me shoes
I was pushing Cali blues
We were breaking heaven's rules
But we didn't know it yet
When the band began to pound
You surrendered to the sound
I was looking all around
On the night we never met
The night we never met I knew
That I was meant for something more
The night we never met you knew
And you kept looking at the door
You went out to have a smoke
I went more or less for broke
But stuttered every time I spoke
And we both tried to forget
You were there and I was here
Dancing on a flying sphere
The distance was still years and years
On the night we never met
The night we never met I knew
That I was meant for something more
The night we never met you knew
And you kept looking at the door
You were wearing love-me shoes
I was pushing Cali blues
We were breaking heaven's rules
But we didn't know it yet
When the band began to pound
You surrendered to the sound
I was looking all around
On the night we never met
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Words by Tad Williams, Music by Rick Cuevas and Andrew Jackson
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Action Figure
02:14
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Lyrics:
I’m your rock n roll action figure
I’m your rock n roll wind up toy
I’m your rock n roll commodity unit
I’m your rock n roll astro boy
I’m your rock n roll action figure
I’m your rock n roll poppin’ fresh
I’m your rock n roll beany baby
I’m your rock n roll John Tesh
I’m your rock n roll Hello Kitty
I’m your rock n roll Doris Day
I’m your rock n roll Teletubby
And I just won’t go, I just won't go, I just won't go away!
(repeat)
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Words and music by Andrew L. Jackson
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Toys In The Trash
01:52
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Lyrics:
We were feeling mighty fine
Until we ran outta cash
It was rock star city
Now it’s toys in the trash
We were gettin’ real high
On mescaline and hash
It was psychedelic city
Now it’s toys in the trash
We were five young guys in our halcyon days
We could turn on the charm with the turn of a phrase
We were feeling mighty fine
Until we ran out of cash
It was rock star city
Now it’s toys in the trash
We sang a song
Called Glitter Faggots from Space
We sang another song
About rubber and lace
And when we played Jabberwocky
Man, we could really thrash!
But that that’s all just
Toys in the trash
We were five young guys in our halcyon days
We could turn on the charm with the turn of a phrase
We were on a night train
That was destined to crash
We were glam rock stars
Now we’re toys in the trash
We were on a night train
That was destined to crash
We were glam rock stars
Now we’re toys in the trash
We were on a night train
That was destined to crash
We were glam rock stars
Now we’re toys in the trash
(repeat)
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Words and music by Andrew L. Jackson
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13. |
Yay TV! (interlude)
00:12
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Lyrics:
Hey!
I took my make-up off
And no one cared
I was a laughing stock
With teased up hair
I got up on the stage
And there was no one there
So I just kicked right back
In my easy chair
And then I watched TV
For 20 odd years
A lotta bad TV
It got pretty weird
Now I’m a novelty
An ex-acid-queer
Life is a mystery
And I’m outta here
Hey!
I took my make-up off
And no one cared
A little like Paul Stanley
But with more flair
Took off my platform shoes
And threw them down the stairs
I guess that all in love and war
And rock and roll is fair
I took my make-up off
And no one cared
I took my make-up off
And no one cared
I took my make-up off
And no one cared
I took my make-up off
And no one cared
Hey!
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Words and music by Andrew L. Jackson
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Lyrics:
Don’t you remember
Back when we were teens
All glitter and leather
The parking lot queens
But isn’t it funny
When pretty boys change
When they need to make money
When they try to act sane
Yes there have been times
When it all seemed too much
When I tried to jump off
Of a slow moving bus
When I wanted to sleep
And never wake up
When I wanted to quit
When I wanted to stop… and get off
Some would say that I’ve failed
Some would say I’m inept
‘Cause I couldn’t quite get it right
Rock n roll suicide attempt
Will they let me in heaven
Or will I be exempt
And does it really matter?
Rock n roll suicide attempt
By now I’ve accepted
I am who I am
I’m married, with children
A family man
But I still remember
Back when we were teens
Too young to stay sober
The parking lot queens
Some would say I gave in
Some would say I sold out
‘Cause I took off the make-up
And I gave up the pout
Some would say I’m a loser
But I have no regrets
I don’t look back in anger
Rock n roll suicide attempt
Rock n roll suicide attempt
Rock n roll suicide attempt
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Words and music by Andrew L. Jackson
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Lyrics:
Some day I’ll be dead and gone
I’ll be laughing on down from above
One day I’ll put my make-up on
I’ll be laughing on down from above
Android Christ the impossible dreamer
Will be laughing on down from above
‘Cause everybody loves a dead rock star
Who is laughing on down from above
Capitalize on it
Reissue repackage
You can plagiarize
But don’t forget my name
Android Christ
The last glam rock addict
Carve it in the sands of time
Paint it out in flame
Some day I will leave this planet
On a Luxury Cruiser to the endless sky
Some day I’ll be back in heaven
In a Luxury Cruiser on the endless sky
Some day I will wake up dreaming
In my Luxury Cruiser on the endless sky
Putting my make-up on and screaming
In my Luxury Cruiser on the endless sky
Some day I’ll be laughing on down
I’ll be laughing on down from above
Some day I’ll be laughing on down
I’ll be laughing on down from above
Some day I’ll be dead and gone
I’ll be laughing on down from above
Some day I’ll be dead and gone
I’ll be laughing on down from above
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Words and music by Andrew L. Jackson
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