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Mussolini
03:29
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Mussolini was there in his underwear...
...watch out!...
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True for You
02:10
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You tell me that it's red...when it's green instead.
That everything's just fine...when we'd be better off dead.
Your truth is good enough, it's true for you.
There's no obligation to think it through.
Evidence and logic, and it's just another lie.
It just doesn't matter...it's true for you. It's true for you...
They got angels and devils, and the big one in the sky.
And a higher way of thinking, than what meets the eye.
Their true is good enough, it's true for them.
There's no obligation to think instead.
Argument and reason, it's just another fix.
It just doesn't matter...it's true for them.
The shaman knows more than the scientist,
Argument and reason?...that's just Western shit.
Madness, madness, the centre doesn't hold, this bullshit two-step is something to behold...madness, madness, the centre doesn't hold, this mindless goose-step, is getting old...it's getting old!...
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Fred's Garage
04:13
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A madman screaming...he's got them reeling...And when he cries they've killed the big one in the sky the people laugh to hide their feelings.
They like his raving...so entertaining, So unaware they're all alone, they'll have to do it on their own, not much remaining.
...We all need a few lunatics, to make it seem like we're sane.
Good to have a few beggars too, so we feel rich and sane...at the same time.
A madman screaming...what's he revealing?
What does he think that we should do? Has he a plan for me and you?
What's he concealing?
There goes the madman, straight for the badlands.
With holy blood that's on our hands, it's time we act like supermen
and spread the feeling...
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Still A Schmuck
02:58
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You gotta sing praise, as you're walking through the maze.
Or when you're locked up in the cage...
...you're still a schmuck.
Yeah you gotta sing praise, as you're weathering the rage.
Or when you turn another page
...you better duck.
Dogs may spray you, something may amaze you
Your feelings may betray just who you are
Good friends may dismay you
Affection may sustain you
You choose your luck, It might just suck
you keep on dancing blind...Yeah you gotta sing praise...
Yeah you gotta sing praise, while drowning in the rain.
or maneuvering the haze...or in the muck.
Well, you gotta sing praise, to the simple and the sage.
It doesn't matter what they say
...Just pass the buck.
Lovers may tame you, enlighten or engage you
Emotions still betray just who you are.
Reflections may restrain you, cuddle or enslave you.
Grab a chunk...Go with the funk...
Who knows what you will find...you gotta sing praise...
Well you gotta sing praise, whether real or whether staged
It's not a matter of your age
...you're still a schmuck......you're still a schmuck...
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Santa Teresa
03:53
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Santa Teresa...she's a spooky kind of girl.
Santa Teresa...well she's an undisputed pearl.
Santa Teresa...she's a pretty groovy gal.
Santa Teresa...she's just what I want around.
Her thoughts are swimming in desire.
She whispers sweetly in the night.
She knows just what the soul is made of
She knows exactly how to love...oooohhh
Santa Teresa...you really had some wild times.
Santa Teresa...I wish that I could call you mine.
Santa Teresa...she knows exactly how to please.
Santa Teresa...hear her moaning on her knees.
Her thoughts are swimming in desire.
She whispers sweetly in the night.
She levitates directly towards me
Her heart is pierced with all my light...
Santa Teresa, Santa Teresa...
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6. |
People Don't Know
06:06
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People don't know...where the hell they're going...
People don't know...what they should be doing...
All I know is...that the baby frightens.
Hold on tight...the old boat is rocking...
Been here before...we've just forgotten.
Head over heels...the upshot is sudden...
Looks on course...for the coming mayhem.
People don't know...what they should be thinking...
(estribillo): I don't know...you don't know...he don't know...
We don't know...you don't know...they don't know...
People don't know...where we should be going...
People won't know...but it's a path once trodden.
We don't know...where the hell it's heading.
I only know...no easy solution...
(estribillo): I don´t know...you don't know...he don't know...
We don't know...you don't know...they don't know...
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7. |
Danger in a Kiss
04:35
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It's right in front of you... It's right before your eyes.
Exactly what you'd like to do...Won't take you by surprise...
The things that you're imagining...A banquet for the soul...
Is standing there within your reach...Act now or not at all...
(estribillo): It's so exciting...so very interesting...read it in the palm or read it in the Bible...take it all back where it wants to go.
Hard to believe in such an offering...Temptation runs its risk...
Perhaps it's only destiny...There's danger in a kiss.
Perhaps it's time to take on something new
When luck is on your side.
Do not deny the beautiful...Quite easy to decide...
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8. |
Sixteen Tons
03:24
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9. |
I Don't
02:29
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I don't...play with people who would give me away. No I don't...
I don't...pray to the people who would make me pay. No I don't...
I don't...walk the streets in search of the ooze. I don't...
I don't...talk the beats of a gibbering fool. No I don't...
Moonlight whispers as she slips away.
Dawn unbroken, a twilight grey.
A cock crows a gullible sigh,
Ice melts from the beak of a crow...way up high!
(pay attention now! That means you!)
I don't...dream the dream of another day. No, I don't...
I don't...drink from the stream of another's decay. I don't...
I don't...take a shit in my neighbor's backyard. I don't...
No I don't...have a fit with the crossing guard. No, I don't...
Lust, greed, a life to hide, sloth and envy just leaving pride.
Chaste and restraint, a diligent love,
Kind and humble, fits like a glove!
...pay attention now!...that means you!
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10. |
Mirrors in the Sky
04:32
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Mirrors in the sky...masquerading smile...
Sun-atomic dream...too far for us to reach.
Mirrors glinting bright...blinding us the light.
Trying too hard we plunge...into never ending night.
(estribillo): You think, the last chance, you can, only pray...
I should remind you, we are, here to play...
Mirrors in your hair...confusion just below...
The Gorgan's head's still there...a snake about to show...
A labyrinth, no escape...hope you can forsake...
Justice an invention...just like mirrors in the sky...
(estribillo) You think...
Mirror, mirror on the wall...Do please tell us all...
Mine eyes have seen NO glory...in the coming of the Lord.
Our feeble brains unravel...A seeming simple plot...
Yet truth only matters...when in the grave we rot.
(Estribillo): You think...
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12. |
Junco Partner
03:45
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music and lyrics: James Waynes
Electric guitars, lead vocals: Tom Lardner
Drums, backup vocals: Richard Dudanski
Electric bass: Jose Carlos Cuevas
Piccolo: Valentín Murillo
Produced by El Doghouse and Jesús García Roldán
Engineered by Jesús García Roldán
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13. |
Couldn't Help Myself
03:36
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It was time to go, it was time to go, it was time to go…but I couldn’t help myself.
Something said no no, something said no no no, something said no no, but I couldn’t help myself.
I thought we were all alone, I thought we were all alone…I thought we were all alone...but I couldn’t help myself.
Your mother was in the know, your mother was in the know, your mother was in the know…but I couldn’t…and that’s why I say…
We shouldn’t have been so slow, we shouldn’t have been so slow, we shouldn't have been so slow…but I couldn’t help myself.
The door opened down below, the door opened down below, the door opened down below…but I couldn’t help myself.
It’s too late now to go, it’s too late now to go, it's too late now to go…and I wish I could have helped myself…
Your mother’s the one, you know, your father’s about to blow, sorry for the show, but I couldn’t help myself…and that’s why I say…
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14. |
Free Fall
04:37
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Find myself sitting in the cockpit...of a plane up in the sky.
Flying round in circles, feeling pretty high.
Some friends are flying up there with me...each in a craft all his own.
And we're deep in conversation, as we're moving right along.
(estribillo): Falling through the air...It's quite seductive there...
Honey coloured hair...ask Mr. Baudelaire...
Something occurs to me quite suddenly, something that really would be fun
and so I quickly make a jump and leap,
and then I'm falling underneath the sun.
Skydiving with my loyal buddies...talking shit and playing suite,
until I realize something funky, that I forgot my parachute.
(estribillo): Falling through the air...It's quite seductive there...
Honey coloured hair...ask Mr. Baudelaire...
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15. |
Please Don't Go
03:23
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Late last night I heard the noise...
Five young girls and five young boys.
I ain't tellin you that I'm your man.
Diggin it and doin anyway we can.
Hey, please don't go. Hey please don't go.
I'm gonna give you a diamond ring.
If you're telling me that you won't go.
C'mon little baby, you can touch that thing.
If you're telling me that you won't go.
Hey...please don't go...
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Tom Lardner AN, Spain
Born in New Jersey well back in the 20th century. But not born under a bad sign.
Has now happily spent over half his
life in countries other than his land of birth.
Fends off insistent misanthropy with incessant reading, films, working among olive trees and playing music. Among which is this project.
Tom also plays rancid dark semi-punk with the Outbreak Duo. Ah, and El Doghouse...
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