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Brown -- Luddite -- Slow Motion Apocalypse -- Handjob -- Mass
Brown©1991 Spirit Music Industries
Brownpush, meat, blood, and hair mother to mother push, born of the mud dried in the salt air push, down at the root slipping from somewhere brown push, slick with the sweat fed by the bright air push, sky not of roof ground is not a bottom push, this is not yours you are the world's brown
Malthuselabillions, lined up nine years old doctors, surgeons refitting souls SKINNIES! wrinkles? hmm? plastic snips! tight end folds! aged children we shave the mold farmer-chemists feed cities whole SKINNIES! gum it swig at the cabbage- tofu bowl! once we had the hunger once we had disease once we had cancer but now at last we're free!
Las Vegas Power Gridswitch on the freeze in my room in las vegas cold in july in a room in las vegas bright shine the lights all the night in las vegas all night they shine like the day in las vegas in vegas, las vegas, where's my prize? las vegas power grid daytime is ugly, so sleep then in las vegas wires fill the air from each way into las vegas spraypaint your name on the rocks of las vegas beautiful wires, lights, and rocks of las vegas aww
Pharmaceuticalhead is pounding must keep on driving smell of diesel, earn a living ulcerated, medicated pharmaceutical daily shopping pushing paper school for children, busy work training plate of meat, then switch on the TV pharmaceutical vacant landscape word of crackdown leave the root and clip the branches numb is good, numb is no problem pharmaceutical
Edward AbbeyI know what's right I know what's wrong what would you do if someone was strangling your mother just stand there? well, someone is I know what's wrong the disruption of destruction is not violence it's self-defense I know what's right the ghost of edward abbey says to me: you're never a product of their world unless you want to be
Daisy Chainthe holy scientific elite at the top the daisy chain livermore lab and u.c., tuition part of the daisy chain blind eyed the winter sun is ever brighter the warm september shine grind on, because the juice that primes the trigger won't fade pay your tax and bills or get yanked off the rig of the daisy chain dig down deeper than deep, tech it up for the daisy chain blind eyed the winter sun is ever brighter the warm september shine grind on, because the juice that primes the trigger won't fade
Valhalla's Celtic Robbiesix hours of breeding engineering new life forms the patent is applied for: mice without immunity systems tumor factories to test new drugs the patent is applied for: aggressive altered bacteria that protect profits the patent is applied for: animals providing maximum meat with minimum input
Full Metal Grotus (we need so much)coke, diet coke, classic coke cherry coke, caffeine free coke, new coke new diet free cherry classic caffeine free pepsi new coke we need so much we need so much we need so much we need so much wheaties, cheerios, captain crunch rice chex, sugar pops, mini-wheats, barbies teenage mutant ninja turtle cereal we need so much (4x) exxon, chevron, mobil shell, unocal, texaco, BP, aramco we need so much (4x)
N.Y. Stripit was their favorite New York Strip knew how to serve them: make mine rare! that happy meat bloat waddle up the stairs stool in the strain room: dry hard and black there was the daughter: built at 10 there was the husband: heart attacked! and mother's x-rays strange, that shape can't name the problem New York Drip
Rustbent down in rusted metal gritty shrapnel brown too weathered when did I get this old? bum leg with bruises shaking pour another cup of joe sweat dripping down in the dirt stink like the old shop floor I built a lot of shit with my life jesus jeezus I'm rust
Morning-Glorywake up and see morning glories the size of seas, the size of oceans the color bright and high and blinding and I can see it with my eyes closed the earth beneath my feet is shining a liquid sea, a liquid fire I scratch my skin and feel the salt leave I watch my shadow as it's climbing _______________________________ All songs by Carson, Fox, Tanner. except (4,10) by Carson, Fox, Henry, Tanner. ©1991 Grotus Music (BMI)
Luddite©1992 Spirit Music Industries
LudditeRunning in slow motion, almost in reverse. (The dream always begins the same way). At first, no one else around is affected. Everything looks the same, but in the wrong time. I move my mouth but the sound won't come. Heat wave lines ripple up like a TV dream. The sun stays high. not setting. And then the sound starts slipping around. Linear time clock sucks in backwards. Looking out ahead to the past, to a better time. I'm passing myself. See me running by. Relief in a dream of the world. running in rewind.
Marginalit goes in it comes out it looks just the same the machine cranks out does not complain blank face twitching can't say a thing McJobTM it's a paycheck i don't feel anything marginal middle center of a crumbling edge structure like onions layers surrounding nothing cog think service script talk to say pre-thought thoughts thinked think thunk all day I have a thought and it's a bad one I didn't do it yet might though I might still I might do anything
Shelf LifeShelf life perfected extension in cans and jars and rows of selections plus things you don't know what-so-ever hidden but on display that perfect rind complexion is sculpted DNA shelf life the patent is applied for the seeds providing evolved in a test tube and unwanted waste radiation is no longer waste fruit and vegetable exposure kills bugs with no aftertaste
What in the Worldhot vinyl sweaty butt traffic jam casualty dead stopped on highway 580 turns off the ignition, jumps out and chucks the key says "sometimes I just don't like driving" and I wonder what in the world used needles, condoms, and cans full of Ready Whip Death cigs and 40 dog mountains red splattered paint on the sidewalk lined in tape was someone's art final project and I wonder what in the world this pregnant shuffling basketcase family three puppies, tie-dies, and hands out their smiling dirty stoned faces ask for change I mumble "sorry" and pass 6 more like them I wonder what in the world I've gotten used to the sweet, stinky smell of it we talk like we're in a movie best entertainment value for the buck just push rewind and put in the next tape. and wonder what in the world _______________________________ All music by Grotus, all lyrics by Lars. All songs ©1992 Grotus Music (BMI)
Slow Motion Apocalypse©1993 Alternative Tentacles Records. Virus 118CD
Up Rose The Mountainup rose the mountain and the black cloud fell sky made a river flowing down from the hill up rose the mud pile in a dim lit crack mold came, a mold made in the muck of a shade and day and night and day and night and so on up rose the tree line and the wind blew grass salt water whittled pieces off of the land up rose the critters of all types and shape brains sizing upwards, taking turns on top of the hill and day and night and day and night and so on up rose the manchild, just like the rest but with big head planning to stay on top of the chain Book says "dominion" like a long term plan but if time were this song, we'd have been around about as long as this...
The Same Old Saucefat spud wheezing at the zombie home terminal the wage earner drained dribble chin happy, its cyberpsychological wish they could edit the day each night like a skipping disc some tits say hair and gun means love direct injection of a sculpted message new problem and a cure virtual and digital and high definition but selling the same old sauce there's just one thing that I wanna know were people this stupid before there was TV?
Hourglassthe shutter clicks and the daydream mother fakes it with the perfect shape, designed for wanting a nameless taste takes hold across the nation the boys salivate and all the girls ape it seasonally redefined I try but cannot look away hourglass but glossies fade and the lens is paid to wander as the sands shift from top to bottom and the airbrushed grace that kissed her face finds a younger mate and a million vets of manipulated passion wrinkle on seasonally redefined I try but cannot look away hourglass
Complicationsthe plans are formed in perfect concentration for maximized projected profit share except for a microscopic complication I know cause I'm the one that put it there twitch on the hand taking sweet shining thing ticking the hackers and the loudmouths are my heroes but I'm just too polite to be like them so quietly I make my complications happy watching crumbling from within twitch on the hand taking sweet shining thing ticking
Cleanraise my eyes from sleep they roll back and the sight is clean pores drip an ancient smell glands twitch, control in hand what a game and what a team it lasts for hours and you don't need change focus the frame, reduce the red the best in entertainment keeps the edits clean my eyes and pants are a little wet it's been so many years since I've felt this way look ahead to more of the same 'cause now it's back, wholesome and clean
Sleepwalkingtrain wreck black guilt fear and deaf it's all happening ground less height long fall and hit it's all happening mouth less job hate bank machine it's all happening nude class debt mall white man it's all happening sleepwalking through the motions the same thing as...but off deep pool safe flight shaky ground it's all happening cash hand clothes disc credit card it's all happening hair cut sharp cut memory it's all happening teeth pull guilt grind salty taste it's all happening sleepwalking through the motions the same thing as...but off
Medicinesharp black lines cut deep across the gray rings fat swollen growth breath less dry hack ashen faced the sick patient wheezing low it looks like nothing so much as a cancer as seen from above, dividing and spreading the pace is quickening and I feel the toll it's taking under my hand round and round dry hot red drained pock-marked it keeps going but it's deadly thin can't quite root out the cause but you know what the number one suspect is we look like nothing so much as a cancer as seen from above, dividing and spreading the pace is quickening and I feel the toll it's taking under my hands round and round
Brown (remix)push, meat, blood, and hair mother to mother push, born of the mud dried in the salt air push, down at the root slipping from somewhere brown push, slick with the sweat fed by the bright air push, born to the dirt eye full of wonder push, rock in one hand earth in the other brown push, catching a flame wheels rolling under push, sky not a roof ground not a bottom oh, this is not yours you are the world's brown _______________________________ All songs written by Grotus, except `Slow Motion Apocalypse' Tanner, and `Good Evening' by L. Fox. All lyrics by L. Fox. ©1993 Grotus Music (BMI)
Handjob©1995 London Records. Produced and Engineered by Chris Arvan
A Bad Itchthe sound of gunfire comes pounding down the street, the bpm around 110... ya hear it on the TV, It's always on the tube - the victims always look like you... the foundation's cracking, even store bought rebels know - think of all the places you won't go... `cause now you see a stranger and you cross the street - walk straight ahead and listen for his feet now...there it is again... negative thoughts bounce around, like a bad itch in the back of your brain... it's gettin hard not to say this - there's something we gotta face here... the little words that slip out: you better think about what you're thinking, when you pin the blame on people you don't know.. we used to speak of justice, not self preservation - but sometimes you talk about getting a gun now...there it is again... negative thoughts bounce around, like a bad itch in the back of your brain... it's gettin hard not to ask this: are you becoming a racist?
Ebola Restonno one plans for the unthinkable, just the drive to move ahead... to cure the sick, to do what's possible, you get the spare parts from a relative... and Ebola Reston should send a red flag up, but there's no ticking sound... step by step, inch by inch, silent running always... take a jungle beast that's 98% the same, kill the thing and part it out... and then control will look for bugs they know, but you can't find what you're not looking for... and Ebola Reston should send a red flag up, but there's no ticking sound... step by step, inch by inch, silent running always... Ebola Reston is somewhere waiting and might be in you now. _______________________________ All music by Grotus, Lyrics by Lars. ©1995 Digital Noodle/Harsh Toons/Sleepy Bear Music/Shine it Productions (BMI) except "Ain't Nobody's Business" (P. Grainger/E. Robbins).
Mass©1996 London Records. Produced and Engineered by Chris Arvan
That's Entertainment(Tanner, Fox, Carson) it oughta make you sick: the crap we're fed today ahh, but what the hell we all like it anyway come on down and bring a bowl full of popcorn between death and the weather we'll see who's doing who now dumbed down to nothing that's entertainment puffed up like something solid two chunks of flesh done up to make you crazed well oiled and lit flexed or full of silicone the hormonal hustle it works every time hear the be I and get your pellet now drool like a dog - - - - Korg Wavestation AD: Adam
A Bad Itch(Tanner, Fox) the sound of gunfire comes pounding down the street the bpm around 110 ya hear it on the TV, its always on the tube and the victims always look like you the foundation's cracking, even store bought rebels know think of all the places that you won't go 'cause now you see a stranger and you cross the street walk straight ahead and listen for his feet now, there it is again negative thoughts bounce around like a bad itch in the back of your brain its gettin hard not to say this there's something we gotta face here little words that slip out: better think about what you're thinking when you pin the blame on people you - don't know we used to speak of justice, not self preservation but sometimes you talk about getting a gun now there it is again negative thoughts bounce around no like a bad itch in the back of your brain its gettin hard not to ask this are you becoming a racist?
White Trash Blues(Tanner, Fox) better make it black my lids are logs yeah I suppose I should go sniff my skin scratch my chin is your smell trapped in my clothes? settle something little children pacifiers drawn gimme something to chew on as the hours roll cry on baby, cry me a river say I should leave you alone cry on baby, salt for the ocean chaos will make you whole and so the angels wept the sky ripped open the lord took a piss on my soul life is long long and tiresome dream myself into a hole I can't say I been bored and lonely Elvis, Elvis counsel me I gotta get up in the morning - - - - Korg Wavestation AD: Adam
Ebola Reston+(Tanner, Fox) no one plans for the unthinkable just the drive to move ahead to save the sick, to change what's possible you get the spare parts from a relative and ebola reston should send a red flag up but there's no ticking sound step by step, inch by inch, silent running always it's a jungle beast, but 98% the same we'll kill the thing and part it out and then control will look for bugs they know but you can't find what you're not looking for and ebola reston should send a red flag up but there's no ticking sound step by step, inch by inch, silent running always ebola reston is somewhere waiting and might be in you now - - - - Korg Wavestation AD/Roland jupiter8: Adam; Oberheim OB-xA: John
Hand To Mouth(Tanner, Fox) pullin that ball and chain is such a hassle at 9 am everything interesting happens at night so I'm up then I'm slackadaisical about the future now that its here always cheerfully hopeless and broke so I'm dopeless thank god for friends, thank god for friends the possibilities of getting by are getting mighty slim I'm check to check, I'm hand to mouth the weekly sacrifice of five days for two seems like a hell of a waste of my time its a strain looking busy making junk for nothing so I decline if the only way to judge success is through cash flow then I don't know I could do anything with my life but I probably won't - - - - doghouse: John Contains material performed by Johnny Shines Blues Band used under license from Vanguard Records.
T'ain't Nobody's Bizness If I Do+Arrangement: Tanner, Fox, Carson Korg Wavestation AD/Roland jupiter8: Adam; Oberheim OB-xA: John; media samples collected by Lars and Adam Contains a sample of "T'AIN'T NOBODY'S BIZNESS IF I DO" performed by Jimmy Witherspoon used under license from Tuff City Records.
Sick(Tanner, Fox) gonna pack my bag and settle al this bullshit I pack some new friends away with ten pounds of pills for everybody's headache no biz as usual today I'm sick of always trying to do what's right sick of always trying to do what's right when that barrel a sings, there a no disappointment and justice won't have to wait you bet I won't be missing one appointment my sentence happens today - - - - Korg Wavestation AD: Adam
Collect 'Em All(Tanner, Fox) newspaper said he was a textbook case a classic example of a mass killer: he tortured kittens as a kid, and was the judge in ant court he even worked for the post office once he got a car phone to yell in at no one in particular nobody noticed that it never rang he had a mono brow and a big collection of .22's and .38's and .44's and .9's why should I wait all day in a line to pay some fine? and I can't got sick or I can't pay rent and I'm slippin all the time well I'll park anywhere that I want to now cuz the meter maid is dead and I stamped "case closed" on the rubble of the IRS mans head his day started with his mother and hi, ex-something or other a check list was later found suits and skirts splayed Out on the a sidewalk green and gray and red, and how the Pigeons fed sky full of copters, more cameras than coppers an adoring crowd swelled behind a giant barricade front page story, and now immortal a name memorized in households all across the USA got a place in a special history book and a life now not in vain a card in the collector's series nd Rambo's p dying me well I'll park anywhere that I want to now cuz the meter maid a dead and I stamped "case closed" on the rubble of the IRS man's head - - - - Korg Wavestation AD: Adam Contains material performed by Tito Puente used under license form the RCA Records label of BMG Music
Wild Bill(Tanner, Fox) opportunity knocked and now he's somewhere else his big muscles flex when used on himself testosterone congeals in his hand in the shape of a fist around his magic wand and Wild Bill just sits watching cable his hell raising fades into flab the iron fist arm chair judge presiding exiled from the black box himself a kind of focused beam sent him out of the set to make true his dream to offer real help he used to shake the world he used to cause some grief but now it'll take a crane to peel him off his seat
The Bottom Line(Tanner, Fox, Carson) sunrise sunset days turn into weeks and years and as the grind bears down you get into this shape: bored and numb and full of self hate your eyes are open but you're sleeping all the time dues paying charter member, slave to the bottom line got six televisions and vcrs and a low percentage on the credit card the Sega, Quadra, and the Hi-8 you entertain yourself into this state the mild distractions keep you just so occupied dues paying charter member, slave to the bottom line so snuff your candles all out just one at a time or do something dangerous and intensify your life you gotta slap yourself awake from the white noise buzzing haze make it so the glazed eye drones are gonna mock you everyday you're a perfect machine part if you just fit in with the plan pulse pounding, pressure mounting get up and yell: shut that off - - - - Korg Wavestation AD: Adam; turntables: dj hesher Contains material performed by Rare Earth used under license from Motown Records Co., by Arrangement with PolyGram Special Markets.
Back In The Day(Tanner, Fox) it was back in the day back in the 1920's selling hooch for the gang meant large cash money splatter papa glamour, guns and the ledger post office poster star around them times the pay was the best to be had its never as sweet as when its forbidden special secrets hold such a promise of... they spilled the wine the raids and that thirst found morning and taking out the head just meant a line as forming contraband Nero, toast of the nation playing while h , city burned til they found the best way to deal was knowing when to say when - - - - pedal steel guitar: Dave Zirbel
_______________________________ Produced and engineered by Chris Arvan. Recorded at Decibel Worship, SF, CA in Spring, 1995 ©1995 Digital Noodle/Harsh Toons/Sleepy Bear Music/Shine it Productions (BMI) except "Ain't Nobody's Business" (P. Grainger/E. Robbins). Lyrics Used by Permission. All rights reserved. International Copyright Secured.