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1. Our Theater
02:52
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Our Theater
Well, kick off your tennies and sit right down in Our Theater
And the thigh-high boots and the wedding gown are looking even greater
Than all the mutant masters in the whole damn town of Our Theater
Well, the acolytes and Pharisees are on their knees to kiss the feet of Jesus
(No, I wont!)
And the dust mites and fallacies were swept away when they wouldn’t
try to please us
(No, they don’t!)
They’re all swingin’ dick, “What?! What?!” Jabba the Hut! You can
never carbon-freeze us!
(Yes, I will!)
It’s a hate-free district in the land of the free in Our Theater
You freaks and mutants are welcome to be in Our Theater
Just bring a better monkey if you’re talkin’ to me in Our Theater
Now the wait staff and the floor show – even that’s gonna blow your mind
But wait until you fall into the main event to leave your old soul
toe-hold behind
It’s general admission and the drinks are free, and twice as free on Tuesday
(Yeah, that’s right!)
And the balcony center has a perfect view if you call ahead of doomsday
(Stay all night!)
Between The Mighty Rion and the Wee Little Ewe. What would Chris McGrew say?
(I’ll be there!)
If you need a little time to get your head in the game, we can try
again tomorrow
(That’s okay!)
There’s a sliding-scale cover of your good, good will, but it’s not
more than you can borrow
(Here! Take mine!)
I left a lifetime supply in a sky-blue box atop Kilimanjaro
(Way up high!)
Well, nobody is forcing you to do what we say, but it’s Our Theater
My baby and me and Alice the G are in Our Theater
And we’re kickin’ it together. It’s the very best way in Our Theater.
Our Theater!
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2. 2020 Vision
05:11
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2020 Vision
Then there’s that song you sing when you’ve made your best mistake
You’ve exposed the human race as a doomed disaster and a hopeless case
Well, there ain’t no cloud allowed to rain on this ticker-tape parade
Or the motorcade, while we smile and wave
Clap your hands! Celebrate!
2020 Vision! We’ve got 2020 Vision! 2020 Vision! We’ve got 2020
Vision! 2020 Vision! We’ve got 2020 Vision!
Not even half way through, but Hey! Don’t we get some prize
For somehow being alive in the dark tunnel where canaries die
And I know this list of things-to-don’t is longer than it’s wise
To change our scene, but before we start,
Show em’ how tall you are!
2020 Vision! We’ve got 2020 Vision! 2020 Vision! We’ve got 2020 Vision!
2020 Vision! We’ve got 2020 Vision! 2020 Vision! We’ve got 2020 Vision!
Ain’t it funny how we see so clearly when the rain is gone, that to carry on
We’re gonna need to use our thinking caps!
We’re gonna need to dance to bring the water back!
And now I paint my garden with a brush I bought at Sears
In the color of your eyes; a secret message for the butterflies
And I hope you understand that I’m just shooting from my hip
Won’t loose my grasp on the where and how
Clap your hands together now!
2020 Vision! We’ve got 2020 Vision!
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3. The Devil Lives On
05:23
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Devil
I rang up my friend, Jay. It had been a while.
The topic was a sigh and a wistful smile
About an article I read that said, “The Devil was dead.”
He said, “The Devil still lives on in your heart.”
“You can do your level best,” is what he said to me.
“You can do your very best, and you can count on me
to put my best foot forward, and do more than my part.
The Devil still lives on in your heart.”
Well, the Romans never tore The Coliseum down
And an earthquake never wiped away this tourist town
You can wear a lucky charm in the crook of your arm
The Devil still lives on in your heart
I’d be wrong to tell you that he’ll make you rich
But keep him near your side, that hip-hat, punk-ass
Son of a bitch.
You can do your level best. That’s a true, true story
When they come like all the rest to steal his glory
Disassemble his house, tear his hideout apart
The Devil still lives on in your heart
Now all the Jesus-people hate me, but they shouldn’t dare
The Bible says they’ve gotta love me and there’s some comfort there
The angels will protect you if you need ‘em to
When it’s late and your retired, but you want to be inspired
I know his reputation leaves a lot to be desired
But the Devil still lives on, the Devil will live on, the Devil still lives on
In your heart.
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4. Man of Peace (NSFW)
02:08
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Man of Peace (NSFW)
He’s clear! You can see right through him.
He’s colorless and hard to miss
When he pops on your nose like a bubble on a faucet
He’s a real, live, bona fide, mother-fuckin Man of Peace
He’s pure! And he’s damn good for you
A vitamin! Invite him in
Like a breath of fresh air or a calcium deposit
He’s a real, live, bona fide, mother-fuckin Man of Peace
He’s a real, live, bona fide, mother-fuckin Man of Peace
Let’s go! Don’t waste your minutes
Fiddle through your things to do
From the magnetized list on the black refrigerator
He’s a real, live, bona fide, mother-fuckin Man of Peace
He’s a real, live, bona fide, mother-fuckin Man of Peace
Make haste! Cuz he’s so Don Quixote
He’ll tell you that a wildcat
Needs a scratch on the ass as if your coming back later
He’s a real, live, bona fide, mother-fuckin Man of Peace
He’s a real, live, bona fide, mother-fuckin Man of Peace
You know he may not pass this way again! (Oh, No!) G’wan and do what you can
Before his awesomeness reveals your human flaws (Oh, Yeah!)
And you likely draw your sword and slit his throat again
He’s a real, live, bona fide, mother-fuckin Man of Peace
He looks better from a distance
A master of the type of love
Where you know what you get, but it’s always controversial
He’s king of the under-promise
He’ll avert the crimson shirts
So at least he won’t die by the 2nd commercial
He’s a real, live, bona fide, mother-fuckin Man of Peace.
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Up to 1000 (For Every Earthbound Cat There’s ANOTHER That Stowed Away
On a Spaceship)
The little dog laughed to see such a sight
The kitty-cat struggling to get it to 10
And then he did it again, and again
Asked the dog did she suppose if he applied himself
Would he ever make it up to 12
Well the doggie licked her nose and said,
“You can go up to 100. Happens every day.
You can go up to 1000, or you can go away.”
You can surly get a sense of the kitty-cat’s disbelief
Imagine! His margin of error and feeling
The terror of flying oh so high
Asked the dog with shaking paws if she found the question rude
“Well, with that attitude .. (this is the dog talkin’)
I’m surprised you left the ground at all.”
“You can go up to 100. Happens every day.
You can go up to 1000, or you can go away.”
“Okay! Alright! You just might look for that answer all night
Check my pockets, up my sleeve. It’s quantum, man, it’s make-believe.
For every earthbound cat there’s another that stowed away on a spaceship
To fly through the skies with pies for eyes, but as for me,
I’ve got a date with the sunrise.”
You can go up to 100. Happens every day.
You can go up to 1000, or you can go away.
You can go up to 100. Happens every day.
You can go up to 1000, or you can go away.
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
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6. My Share
03:45
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My Share
Not a cloud in the sky that I can see
And I don’t know how much clearer I can be
There’s a scent to your face and I get the vague impression
That you need some information and clarity
This is my chair. This is my stare. This is my share. This is my share.
Now, I can’t read your mind, but your tracks aren’t hard to follow
I can see your plan for tomorrow yesterday, and let me tell you
This is my chair. This is my stare. This is my share. This is my share.
This is my chair. This is my stare. This is my share. This is my share.
It seems you’ve got a lot of people mad at you, son,
I ain’t gonna hit ya! I ain’t gonna hit ha!
I suggest you focus on the important one
I ain’t gonna hit ya!
Find enclosed the fingers and toes of the last one who helped her self
to my soul
Think of your friends and how this movie ends, and you could still
take that trophy home.
This is all well and good. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em
We’ll keep it our secret from everyone
Sit down. Wipe your face. Your tears will be untraceable
If they haven’t seen it by now, they never will
And you can put that thing down. It won’t help you anyhow
Take a load off anywhere .. well, over there .. because
This is my chair. This is my stare. This is my share. This is my share.
This is my chair. This is my stare. This is my share. This is my share.
This is my chair. This is my stare. This is my share. This is my share.
This is my share.
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7. She Pays The Rent
04:45
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8. Vitamin A
02:22
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Vitamin A
You can be a constellation wherever you are
Cash your Boxtops in and be a Big Big Star
Put some Vitamin A in your life today
And you can make it alright when you’re driving at night
Your mind will be clear and your bones will be thick
Carry three times your weight and never get sick
All the Sweet Cream ladies will cry like babies
Or they can come out to play with my good friend,
Vitamin
A
B what you wanna be! Open up your mind and
C
Destroy
Every
Fallacy
Gettin’
Heavy
In a
June
Kiss
Take it! Shake it! Break it, and make it all over again!
Go on and hitch a ride to the edge of the plain
Get the honeys and the nuns to sing it again
If you should stand up erect and stretch your neck
You’ll be taller than dirt and stronger than surf
And I can shout navigation from the back of the car
If you make it to the graveyard than you’ve gone too far
We can jump in the streets or between the sheets
But I’d rather drive away with my good buddy,
Vitamin
A
B what you wanna be! Open up your mind and
C
Deploy
Every
Fantasy
Gettin’
High
In a
Jazz
Kitchen
Take it! Shake it! Break it, and make it all over again!
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9. If I Was Your Envoy
05:23
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If I Was Your Envoy
Since you asked, and it’s funny that you should
I can see this working really well
We could sell them anything
An imaginary diamond ring, a peaceful world, or something worth that
It’s the same as when you lived across the street
The neighborhood was ours to burn
Pretty houses green and brown
In our Christ!-We’re-out-of-vodka!-town, they’d double down on both
our birthdays
It’d be a crying shame to never mention, to never pose the question:
If I was your envoy, I’d make your message clear
If I was your envoy, I’d help you plan your year
If I was your envoy, I’d look into your eyes and advise you to be
The long-haired teacher in the high-school picture
One more time
If I was your envoy, I’d dust the room for prints
If I was your envoy, I’d coddle and convince
If I was your envoy, I’d prattle and persuade, and jump on a live grenade
To keep you going, and learning, and growing
One more time
If I was your envoy, I’d scan the room for thieves
If I was your envoy, I’d organize your keys
If I was your envoy, I’d manage all your lies, and get you a disguise
Your spies would vanish, or die, or perish
One more time
If I was your envoy, I’d give you kisses deep
If I was your envoy, I’d stroke your hair to sleep
If I was your envoy, I’d lay you right down in the bed that you’ve made
Like Reuben Kincaid; protected and safe from all rookie mistakes
Like ordering the meatloaf, or suggesting charades
And I don’t foresee no danger to the public to simply raise the subject
If I was your envoy, I’d kneed your loaves of bread
If I was your envoy, I’d lay out all your meds
If I was your envoy, I’d polish up your shoes
And I’d put out your trash. Your co-ax cables, and 2 leg tables
One more time
If I was your envoy, I’d iron up your socks
If I was your envoy, I’d bagel up your lox
If I was your envoy, I’d lick your envelopes
And I’d hope you’d do well, to slice your cheddar, and read much better
One more time
If I was your envoy, I’d plump your cashmere throws
If I was your envoy, I’d powder-puff your nose
If I was your envoy, I’d emery board your nails
And I’d bail out your boat when the flood plain rises with game-show prizes
One more time.
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10. The Sound Of Shaking
05:03
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The Sound of Shaking
The parcel arrived just before dawn. Bottles of wine from Argentina
Put it in the cellar, to left of the garden. Top of the hill. Sign here.
Climate control, and a magnetic field, and the sun, and the sun, and the sun ..
Lilac breeze, lively lilies. Humming bees. Lovebirds.
Greet the morning star as the moon fades away, with a cocktail of dew
and perspiration
But there’s a sound that rattles the ground, and my wildcat soul every time,
BABY!
It’s the sound of shaking, and my beating heart
That’s the sound of shaking my crazy world apart
It’s the sound of shaking that never goes away
And the sound of shaking happens every day
*This town is a miracle* this time of year. Plenty to eat and crowds
in the street
The tones of the drones and their lioness moans help me to see they’re
coming for me
The neighbors upstairs bang on the floor, say that they know it’s a sign.
BABY!
That’s the sound of shaking. It’s an analogue
“It’s the sound of shaking,” says the neighbor’s dog
It’s the sound of shaking that never goes away
And the sound of shaking happens every day
So wine and dine that fine, fine line. It’s sex or senility. It’s
atrophy or agility.
It’s just an everlasting game called, ‘Try Your Best To Remember Your Name.’
What is the sound that rattles the ground and my wildcat soul every time?
It’s the sound of shaking and my beating heart
That’s the sound of shaking my crazy world apart
It’s the sound of shaking that never goes away
And the sound of shaking will turn the blue to grey
It’s the sound of shaking that you can hear the most
It’s the sound of shaking. It’s a worried ghost
It’s the sound of shaking that never goes away
And the sound of shaking happens every day.
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XFR 4TA Oakland, California
Xifer Fortier lives more or less happily in Oakland, California, where he cooks, cleans, eats, drinks, and sleeps. Sometimes he writes songs and plays them. He is fond of whiskey.
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