GROTUS Lyrics
Brown -- Luddite -- Slow Motion
Apocalypse -- Handjob -- Mass
Brown
©1991 Spirit Music Industries
Brown
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, sky not of roof
ground is not a bottom
push, this is not yours
you are the world's
brown
Malthusela
billions, 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 Grid
switch 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
Pharmaceutical
head 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 Abbey
I 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 Chain
the 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 Robbie
six 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. Strip
it 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
Rust
bent 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-Glory
wake 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
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All songs by Carson, Fox, Tanner.
except (4,10) by Carson, Fox, Henry, Tanner.
©1991 Grotus Music (BMI)
Luddite
©1992 Spirit Music Industries
Luddite
Running 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.
Marginal
it 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 Life
Shelf 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 World
hot 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
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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 Mountain
up 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 Sauce
fat 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?
Hourglass
the 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
Complications
the 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
Clean
raise 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
Sleepwalking
train 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
Medicine
sharp 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
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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 Itch
the 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 Reston
no 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.
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
