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HANGING FROM THE CEILING
04:43
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HANGING FROM THE CEILING
(additional guitar
by Mike Tallman)
See me hanging
from the ceiling
Take my body down
My soul’s gone flying
And my feet can’t
reach the ground
I tried so hard to find it
It was nowhere to be found.
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2. |
HOW LONG
03:35
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HOW LONG
How longbefore I’ll get to leave this place
that hurts me so
How longbefore I’ll get to break these chains
I wanna know
I hang my head
way down low - I got to go
How long before I’ll get to buy myself
a funky car
How long before I’ll sit behind the wheel
and drive it far
I hang my head
way down low - I got to go
How long before I‘ll get to see
my loving baby again
How long Oh! good lord you got to tell me when
I hang my head
way down low - I got to go
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3. |
DON'T YOU CALL MY NAME
03:09
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4. |
JUMP WITH THE FISH
03:11
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JUMP WITH THE FISH
WITH THE FISH
You’re looking for glory,
you’re looking for fame
Are your sure now baby,
you want to play this game
You’re learning how to pose,
and you’re imitating sounds
Just to get airplay, and have
your music played around
You don’t like the system
but you play by its rules
I know it’s hard times
we’re going through
that’s why I play them blues
You could use the money I know,
but they’re just giving you a few
They don’t care who the new jackass is,
just as long as he’s new
Jump with the fish
Jump, jump with the fish.
If you looking for votes,
you should get into politics
And if you want to be a winner,
you should get into sports
Music ain’t for competing,
music’s for the soul
So raise that middle finger
and tell them to shove it up their hole
Jump with the fish
Jump, jump with the fish.
If you don’t lack personality,
and you got a point of view
don’t bite the bait, you know what to do
If you’re gonna go fishing,
it’s you that should catch the fish
You don’t want to end up,
in no fisherman’s dish
Jump with the fish
Jump, jump with the fish.
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5. |
THE MADHOUSE IS ON FIRE
03:17
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THE MAD HOUSE IS ON FIRE
Jo’s flying an airplane, he hates being grounded
He’s convinced Maryann she’s a stewardess
Bob’s twirling in circles,
he can’t get rid of them spiders
Keeps slapping his arms and his legs
Bill’s been playing with matches again,
You can tell by that smile on his face
His anger and rage is all that grew in this place
The madhouse’s on fire,
The loons are about to break free
Johnnie loved Lucy, but Lucy loved Tony
But Johnnie can’t get her off his mind
Wailing is heard, way down the hallway
There’s no spiritual hope of any kind
Bill’s been playing with matches again,
You can tell by that smile on his face
His anger and rage is all that grew in this place
The madhouse’s on fire,
The loons are about to break free
Fred’s licking his lips, had a commie for breakfast
That’s what Napoleon claims
Lou’s rolling her eyes, bangs her head on the wall
She can’t get rid of them chains.
Bill’s been playing with matches again,
You can tell by that smile on his face
His anger and rage is all that grew in this place
The madhouse’s on fire,
The loons are about to break free
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6. |
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IT WAS SPRING WHEN I MET YOU
It was spring when I met you
And the flowers had bloomed
Mother Nature was perfumed
And the birds would sing a tune
About how we’d pretty soon’d be
Making love to each other
underneath the silver moon
It was summer when I loved you
When that tune became our song
When nothing could go wrong
When we took off our clothes
When you smiled at me and posed by the sea
Under the sun that was made for you and me
It was autumn when I sensed you
I could tell something was wrong
‘cause you stopped singing our song
But you wouldn’t explain
So I couldn’t ease your pain
And I stood there watching
Without knowing what to do
It was winter when I lost you
I had to put on all my clothes
But I still kind of froze,
And I hoped that you’d come back
‘Cause my heart was going black
And my tears kept falling
While I cried out of tune
Now it’s spring again and I miss you
And the flowers have all bloomed
Mother Nature is perfumed
And the birds they sing their song
But there’s something that’s so wrong
And that’s you not being here
Next to me to sing along
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7. |
JOYCE
04:25
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JOYCE
(bass by Kostis Vihos)
My mind’s been playing tricks
Since you told me where you’ve been working
I guess one thing we’ve got in common
Is that we’re both of jerking
It’s not the men you’re serving that I am jealous of,
It’s your Madame and her piercing that you’re so fond of
Like me, I think she thinks about you all the time
And like her I can’t get you off my mind
She’s got a husband and he likes you too
(you told me what the three of you have been up to)
But both of them together can’t beat my love for you
You turn me on, you scare me off
You turn me on, you scare me off
I want you baby, I want you baby, I want you baby
I want you to want me to love you
You gave me one for free,
but it was your true lovin’ that I wanted
First you made me cum
And then you made me feel unwanted
I tried so hard to love you,
but you wouldn’t let me through
I never understood what it was you wanted from me
and come to think about it neither did you
You turn me on, you scare me off
You turn me on, you scare me off
I want you baby, I want you baby, I want you baby
I want you to want me to love you
They dress you up and make you shine
And then they call you Joyce
I call you by your real name but you can’t hear my voice
You say they take such good care of you
And they treat you nice
But that’s because their profits are big
And I’m busted as usual baby, I need to find me a gig
You turn me on, you scare me off
You turn me on, you scare me off
I want you baby, I want you baby, I want you baby
I want you to want me to love you
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8. |
THEN I SHOT MYSELF
04:07
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THEN I SHOT MYSELF
I shot my baby, she done me wrong
I shot my brother, he was too strong
I shot my mother, well she knows why
I shot my father, he had to die
I shot the teacher, because he roared
I shot his wife, ‘cause I was bored
I shot my pusher, he wasn’t nice
As a matter of fact, I shot him twice
And then I shot myself
‘cause there was no one left to talk too
I shot the bank, ‘cause I was broke
I’d shoot the banker down, but he got a stroke
I shot at the police, they shot at me first
That gypsy woman, said I was cursed
I shot the Judge, because he sucked
I shot at the system, ‘cause it was corrupt
I shot a fascist, just to watch him die
I shot him smack right between his eyes
And then I shot myself
‘cause there was no one left to talk too
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9. |
UNDER THE BLANKET
03:51
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UNDER THE BLANKET
White shirt blue jeans
a pair of shades and I’m cruising in my dreams
I got love, I got the taste
Of your lips on mine and I’m biting them all the time
I got to hurry babe, I got to get back to you
I can’t believe it baby, the things you and I do
I’m coming home so we can
Get under the blanket, and go for a ride
Love ain’t for keeping, com’ on and lay down by my side
Let’s go wild, let’s shake it all night long
I feel good, I feel so fine
Unbearable lightness is triggering my mind
I want you, I want you so bad
The taste of your lips on mine is driving me mad
I got to hurry babe, I got to get back to you
I can’t believe it baby, the things you and I do
Here I come, so we can
Get under the blanket, and go for a ride
Love ain’t for keeping, com’ on and lay down by my side
Let’s go wild, let’s shake it all night long
Sweet spot, red hot
Something in my mind but now I forgot
Why I’m not by your side
There is a U-turn right here I’m going to spin the car wide
I’m on my way baby, to get back to you
I just can’t believe the things that you and I do
Here I am so we can
Get under the blanket, and go for a ride
Love ain’t for keeping, com’ on and lay down by my side
Let’s go wild, let’s shake it all night long
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FREE THE MARKETS SLAVE THE PEOPLE
(bass by Kostis Vihos)
Free the markets, slave the people
Give them money, they’ll pay back double
Let them buy what they want
Let them buy what they think they want
Let them buy what the markets,
What the markets told them they want
Ooohh let them loose their souls
Ooohh let them loose their homes
Free the markets, slave the people
Give them money, they’ll pay back double
Let them buy what they need
Let them buy what they think they need
Get their money back, let them bleed
Let them bleed bleed bleed
Ooohh let them loose their souls
Ooohh let them loose their homes
Free the markets, slave the people
Give them money, they’ll pay back double
Give them a loan, suck their bone
Let them moan, let them moan
Ooohh let them loose their souls
Ooohh let them loose their homes
Ooohh let them loose their hopes
Ooohh let them loose their...
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11. |
HELL SURFER
02:52
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HELL SURFER
Way down south where the sun’s on fire and the bad dogs never die
You’ll need a strange kind of will if you wanna get by
if you really wanna survive
I’ve been down, I’ve been around, I’ve even been kissing the sky
One thing that I can’t stand is them bad dog god damn lies
Babe you’re dealing with a natural born
I got a strange kind of will that keeps me going on
I’m surfing with style through an ocean of hell
And I ain’t buying what you’re trying to sell
Right wing parties trying to grab what‘s left
And left wing parties can’t do anything right
Desperate people facing the police soon there will be a fight
The homeless are begging about as hard as it gets
They all know me by my name
And the refugees are drowning in the deep blue sea
And them bad dogs are to blame
Babe you’re dealing with a natural born
I got a strange kind of will that keeps me going on
I’m surfing with style through an ocean of hell
and I ain't buying what you're trying to sell
The world is changing and it’s not for the best
And I’m trying to fulfill my quest
The world is going to the dogs it’s the bad ones I mean
And I’m trying to fulfill my dream
My purpose is simple the pressure is big
But the force is by my side
If only my songs could shoot some bullets
Them bad dogs would run and hide
Babe you’re dealing with a natural born
I got a strange kind of will that keeps me going on
I’m surfing with style through an ocean of hell
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12. |
THE WOMAN WITH THE BEARD
04:36
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THE WOMAN WITH THE BEARD
She’s got all the defects that a she could ever have
And her reputation ain’t exactly to be proud of
Though she never ever meant nobody any harm
People think she’s evil they get scared of her charm
It’s the monster circus and we’ve come into your town
She’s the woman with the beard come on closer people don’t you fear
Her Mother was a midget her Pa’ was a baboon
He raped her and she married him under a doughnut moon
They sold her to a one-eyed peg-legged drag-queen for a buck
Who tried really hard to teach her how to run out of luck
It’s the monster circus and we’ve come into your town
She’s the woman with the beard come on closer people don’t you fear
A drunken barber saw her once and fell in love with her
Invited her inside his shop man was he absurd
He sharpened all his razors tried to shave off her beard
The blades all broke in two as she sweated blood and tears
It’s the monster circus and we’ve come into your town
She’s the woman with the beard come on closer people don’t you fear
The devil and his demons heard about her on the news
They made a proposition one that she could not refuse
They pierced her nipple with a ring, and chained her to a pole
Every time there was a party in hell the sinners lost control
It’s the monster circus and we’ve come into your town
She’s the woman with the beard come on closer people don’t you fear
See her do that belly dance you’ll sweat in lust and heat
But once she takes off her veil you’ll startle, she’s a freak
And if you overcome your fears and let her touch your face
You’ll regret you ever did you’ll grow a beard full of grace
It’s the monster circus and we’ve come into your town
She’s the woman with the beard come on closer people don’t you fear
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Dr. Albert Flipout's one CAN band - Mickey Pantelous
Danish/Greek, Mickey Pantelous is the man behind this OMB act. Draws on Blues-based music, and creates an attractive blend of original blues/rock/Soul/Americana/Cabaret style depending on the song. Albert Flipout is the can attached to his left foot that acts as a snare drum(That's where the "band's" name comes from) and on top of the Hi-hat you’ll see Jess (she keeps an eye on things)” ... more
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