Where It's At
Whimsical Actress
Whiskey Can Can
Whiskey-faced Radioactive Blowdryin Woman
Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997
Will I Be Ignored by the Lord?
The World May Loose It's Motion
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[the following intro is spoken over someone speaking in French and English, perhaps giving a French lesson]: I'm an alien from another sphere. The thing I like about the earth is the range of colours -- fantastic to mundane; brilliant to dull. As I was penetrating the ozone, I c.. perchanced to notice the orange peel-like quality of the light playing upon the s.. the ocean. I gotta go right now; someone is videotaping me in my spaceship. All around a water tank Just a-waitin' for a train A thousand miles away from home Just a-waitin' in the rain I walked up to a breakman Just to give him a line of talk He said, if you got money, I'll see that you don't walk I haven't got a nickel, not a penny for to show Get off, get off, you railroad bum And he slammed the boxcar door They let me off in Texas A state I dearly love The moon 'n' stars above me... and what else? ( song written by Jimmie Rodgers and performed by Ken)top
when I was born, lot's of people sayin' I looked like a dead man but to them there was no kindness and so I came into the world with my hands in my jacket made a whole lotta racket couldn't speak, but I could beat on a stick oh, when that aeroplane comes with the Lord will I be ignored will I be ignored by the Lord will I be ignored there was a woman, she looked on me sweetly I needed her life to be with mine but never will they meet no, never will they see these two vines will twist away, away will I be ignored by the Lord will I be ignored by the Lord, by the Lord what for? I may travel on one leg my breakfast will be unpaid and the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head will I be ignored will I be ignored by the Lord will I be ignoredtop
come on now, bread and butter no one knows a better mother she's the guy who kills the sky burns the night out when she goes away she's the boat in the sewer she's the old man with manure rockin all night like a drum goin back where she comes from can of whiskey big guitars on the wall cracker-jacks burn and fall styrofoam in her hair she is barely anywhere can of whiskey can of whiskey can...top
Alright here's a stupid song I wrote today yeah alright, ok this is called uh... ->would this be a world premiere? yeah this is probably the first and last time you'll hear this one... ok this is uh...this is whiskey bottle - no this is called uh whiskey-faced radioactive blowdryin' lady or something take out your whiskey bottle there now you don't even move out of your chair your getting juiced up beyond belief I can barely love you when your getting drunk all the time you can get out a blowdryer and blowdry the hair right off of your head you can sauteé my dollar bills and feed 'em to the dog while he's watchin' cable if I catch fire by mistake, she'll put out my face with a rake and I shut my mouth before I even breathe well I can barely touch you honey, cause you're gettin' drunk all the time gotten radioactive tastebuds smeared across the rug swallow the keys to the Chevy you're gonna weedwack your way to Memphis, yeah everybody knows about your style, you got tin-foil wrapped around your smile well you're gonna give me a xerox of your buckteeth... gettin....crap-faced all the time yodelayeeoooyodelay...top
at the theater, I did meet her and the show was whimsical and sublime I'm in tatters, nothing matters til I grasp a big disaster like a mime she's got the squeegee on the ouija she can squeeze me, she can please me anytime don't disease me, don't you sneeze me you can cheese me anytime, it's not a crime in the first act, there was a jester with an apple and a mango and some wine he flung the ice-cube, he was so rude and he jousted with the flaming huffy dog (???) she's got the squeegee on the ouija she can squeeze me, she can please me anytime don't disease me, don't you sneeze me you can cheese me anytime, it's not a crime in the courtyard, there was a large cube of lard with decorations all around there was a bandit, we couldn't stand it he was sniffing the cube like a hound she's got the squeegee on the ouija she can squeeze me, she can please me anytime don't disease me, don't you sneeze me oh yeahtop
There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! [robot vocal effect] I got two turntables and a microphone (take me home with my elevator bones!) (that was a good drum break) Pick yourself up off the side of the road With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones Members only hyponotizers Move through the room like ambulance drivers Shine your shoes with your microphone blues Hirsutes with your parachute fruits Passing the dutchie from coast to coast Like my man Gary Wilson rocks the most Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone (Man [spoken]: "What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's?) Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Oh, dear me. Make-out City's a two-horse town (girl [spoken]: "That's beautiful, Dad.") (Got my microphone....) There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans and just clap your hands And just clap your hands Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone I got plastic on my mind (make it out, baby) yeah, yeah, yeah let's make it out, baby yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (scream) telephone plastic baby ahh, so good oh, yeah let's play good ow ow ow ow owtop
(one more time..) I was born in this hotel washin' dishes in the sink magazines and free soda tryin hard not to think lay it on to the dawn everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone lay it on to the dawn she can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah comin' back from the convalescent home...oh... starin' at sports cars...................................cryin' rattlesnake on the ceilin' gunpowder on my sleeve I will live here forever with the ocean and the bees [chorus] lay it on to the dawn [x3]top
The storms are on the ocean on and on they go searching through the waters where you might be low and I am so downhearted never to be well and I am disappointed the words will never tell the storms are on the ocean the heavens may cease to be this world may lose its motion if I am false to you the last time that I saw you you shook my hand goodbye you said it wasn't forever that would be a lie but that was such an old friend he holds you in his hands and I am so long waiting to meet you in that land the storms are on the ocean the heavens may cease to be this world may lose its motion if I were false to theetop
