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2.
REM ©
Wherein we further analyze our star-spangled
attention span.
3.
Attention, Stockholm ©
Who can say what truly defines a noble
cause?
4.
Death ©
As an epitaph for Gus.
5.
Kool-aid Kids, Revisited ©
Wherein we discover the favorite scapegoat
for the faded adult.
9.
My Dog Doug ©
Wherein it becomes clear that a dog's view
is dubious.
12.
Taggin' Along ©
Woulda, Shoulda, Coda…played it one more
time.
13.
The Gutter ©
On the question of the role of role-models
in bowling.
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The Ballad of Dr. Fell (In my Garage) lyrics*
and music by Eleda (*With the exception of the Poem, "I Do Not Like
Thee, Dr. Fell" which was written by Anonymous.)
In my garage,
that's where i keep my cat
In
my garage, that's where i know he's at
In my garage, that's where i keep my hat
In my garage, that's where i know its at
Chorus: In
my garage, that's where i keep my car
In
my garage, that's where i have my car
In my garage, that's where i have my toolbox.
In my garage,
i keep the lights so bright and hot
In my garage, i do not like it when its dark
In my garage, i like to paint upon the walls
In my garage, i keep a renaissance for all
I sit all
night, wait for the sun to show
In my garage, doing what i know
Everything's alright, but no one ever knocks
And soon i'll go and hold my old toolbox
I do not
like thee Dr. Fell, I do not like thee Dr. Fell I do not like thee
Dr. Fell, the reason why I cannot tell But this I know and know
it well I do not like thee Dr. Fell I do not like thee Dr. Fell
the reason why I cannot tell But this I know and know it well I
do not like thee Dr. Fell In my garage, sometimes i do not move
about In my garage, my best intentions have to count In my garage,
my sins are overcome In my garage, i am the chosen one I am the
chosen one I am the chosen one
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REM
lyrics and music by Eleda
We play music like REM, we play music as bad as them
We play music to lose or win, we play music like REM
Sorry, Sorry, Sorry
We play music that sounds so lame
Everything we do sounds just the same
We play music that sounds so bad
Sorry to say that you've been had
Sorry, Sorry, Sorry
We play music like rich white boys
Our parents keep accounts for us in music stores
Our chords never work and our songs don't make sense
We're never in tune, but we do not offend
Sorry, Sorry, Sorry
We play music like REM, we play music as bad as them
We play music to lose or win, we play music like REM
Sorry, Sorry, Sorry
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Attention, Stockholm
musical concept by The Organization* with lyrics by Eleda
*A former band of brilliant and dedicated musicians, each
of whom was summarily executed by Palestinian terrorists.
Their crime was refusal to play the theme song to "Mr. Ed"
an American television show. In retrospect, who can say
what truly defines a noble cause?
Don't care much for international ties,
Any other language is nothing but lies
Let's hijack a plane, get us some guns,
Take it out to London, Band on the Run
There's nothing now, to NATO ties
Less than ether and generic lies
Our thoughts are gone, but our guns are best
Let's sleep in Gaza, forget the rest
Chorus:
Attention Stockholm, I hear you
Come in, Hello
I try to locate you
Are you at home?
Have a blast in a crowded street
Shock 'em good with a Soviet Beat
Jack up the cost for a desert land
Pray for the tanks that roll in Iran
Load up the camera, light up the street
Everyone loves us 'cause we turn up the heat
Drivin' a bomb, holdin' on all the way
Lookin' for kids, we meet Allah today
(Spoken): Hello Stockholm, Stockholm? Come in, hello, hello? Von Froelin, Von Commandant?
Stockholm? Stockholm?
Ending rap:
"You've been located for another mission. A big double double
cross try to listen. Common auteurs on a marble stage, dealing
out burning tires for the modern age. Stockholm sycophant, a
master plan, a memorial prize for the Western lands. Eight-inch
high and easy to believe; a simple little tribute, get upon your
knees. Our contract's with the organization. Sign up now for
your last vacation. Flunkies appear in the name of war.
Nanobrained killers scream for more."
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4. Death
lyrics and music by Henry Purcell (From Dido and Aneas)
Arrangement by Eleda
"When I am laid in earth
May my wrongs create
Not trouble No trouble
In thy breast
Remember me, remember me
But ah…
Forget my fate."
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5. Kool-aid Kids, Revisited
lyrics and music by Eleda & John Nitzinger
Well I can name you a dozen or more angel fatalities
Friends, beggars, hookers thieves, anything you want to see
They all come down on the Kool-aid kids, gonna try and steal the dice
Winners, losers, don't confuse 'em, Neither play the game too nice.
I can name you a dozen or more, unoriginalities
Thought to track to a copycat, anything you want to see
They all come down on the Kool-aid kids, gonna try and steal the dice
The note goes dead but the beat goes on, from a symphony to a fight
No symphonies
Chorus: And they all come down on the Kool-aid kids
they all come down on the Kool-aid kids
they all come down on the Kool-aid kids, tonight.
I can name you a dozen or more, extra catastrophes
Workers on their evening highs, anything you want to see
They all come down on the Kool-aid kids, gonna try and steal the dice
Needle park was a kind of lark, and they'll do it every time.
Well I can name you a dozen or more, guitar lethalities
DJs screaming the money's easy, anything you wanna see
They all come down on the Kool-aid kids, gonna try and steal the dice
Writing down to a record low, just wait till the morning light
Till the morning light
The Kool-aid kids they live on Mars
The Kool-aid kids they play guitars
The Kool-aid kids drive ugly cars
The Kool-aid kids are Kool-aid kids tonight
I can show you a billion or more, marching, fighting army ants
Lining up for the 9 to 5, these soldiers never dance
They all come down on the Kool-aid kids, gonna try and steal the dice
Re-max, Ex-lax, cigarettes, Big Macs, Freedom maybe once or twice
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6. Bed
of Nails
lyrics and music by Peter Torok & Eleda
Tell me what you'll do with me
When you change your mind this time
Tell me what you'll do with me
When you change your mind this time
Maybe I just dreamed the whole thing
Maybe I just took it all the wrong way
Had a feeling we could live together
You keep changing your mind everyday
You use your love to torture me
Finding out the hard way
Everytime now when you're lovin me
It's like lying down in a bed of nails
Chorus:
The only way to stop the pain
Is to keep away from your bed of nails
Can't believe its coming down to this
Got to keep away from your bed of nails
Tell me what you'll do with me
When you change your mind this time
Tell me what you'll do with me
When you change your mind this time
Chorus:
Can't believe its coming down to this
Got to keep away from your bed of nails
The only way to stop the pain
Is to keep away from your bed of nails
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7. Some Must
Whistle
lyrics and music by Eleda
I listen to the song then I shuffle right along
I shuffle, I shuffle, I shuffle, shuffle right along
When the lights go out you better talk the talk
Trouble and decay laugh low in the dark
Get a running start to a blind dead end
I bet you jump and run cause you cannot bend
On the street we fought on the street we bled
Hell of a pain for some bona fide head
In a trance at night with a nanobrain freeze
Go off to sleep come back with a disease
In capsule form we wax complete
Try to move too far on a single beat
Idea to idea still you don't get an inch
You just work till it hurts the chosen get rich
Nothing is fair no one is just
If we find the enemy it will be us
Sweet-talk the gods for bigger, better odds
Sweet-talk the gods for bigger, better bods
We rummage through our genes like a DNA burglar
Take a little bit of scum in ourselves a little further
A mouth to be fed no more to be said
Now watch tv until you are dead
Now when the lights go out you better talk the talk
Trouble and decay laugh low in the dark
I'll bet you turn to something different like a meatloaf missile
Cause when we all talk at once some must whistle
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8. The Voltage Seems to Hit Me
lyrics and music by Eleda & Rick Carliss
Why do I Ride the metal express?
Soft and sweet I like the beat I guess I just confessed
Ground me when I'm down
Or I'll play that funky sound
The voltage seems to hit me
Why do I ride the major funk
Electric screamin' and wired-in dreamin' I just can't get enough
Ground me when I'm down
Or I'll play that funky sound
The voltage seems to hit me, the current can't resist me
Ground me when I'm down, or I'll play that funky sound
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9. My Dog Doug
lyrics and music by Eleda
My Dog Doug done dug a hole
Right smack in the middle of my backyard
My Dog Doug done dug a hole
This time he done dug too far
He fell inside, I heard him cry
I saw him there and asked him why, why
He was scared, and all alone
What good's a dog without a bone?
Chorus:
My Dog Doug done dug a hole
Right smack in the middle of my backyard
My Dog Doug done dug a hole
This time he done dug too far
Bridge:
Now Doug why did you go and dig that hole?
"I don't know, I don't know"
Now Doug why did you go and dig that hole?
"I don't know, I don't know"
My Dog Doug done dug a hole
Right smack in the middle of my backyard
My Dog Doug done dug a hole
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10. The Girl From
Havana
lyrics and music by Eleda
My girl friend's Cuban she's a tropical human
Comes from Havana and she likes the banana
We have a cabana out on the beach
Wear the pajama she's always in reach
On a raft of trees she sailed the sea
Adrift in the water some say she took a pea
Didn't need no coaxin' to go floatin' in the ocean
She was copin' with the notion of the sun-tan lotion
I took her by the hand she had a lovely tan
I thought this should be true since she was a Cuban
Took her to my house showed her my fax machine
She said that it was Satan and covered it with leaves
She may have been a doctor in her country made a lot
Now she dances in Miami and cannot find her top
Used to party on a boat, party in a tent
Her parties cost some money but only fifty cent
Her brother's name is Pedro her father's name is Max
Why they do not like me I don't think you have to ax
But we have the quiet nights we have the quiet stars
I have Cubana lips kissing my guitar
My girlfriend's Cuban she's a tropical human
Comes from Havana and she likes the banana
A girl from the island now she's doin' fine
Chasin' the chickens juevos they are fryin'
We'll have a lot of children, she'll get as fat as hell
Then I'll have to cast away and join up with Fidel
I'll sail the ocean blue out on the seas for days
She could get very mad at this time I cannot say
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11. Excuses
lyrics and music by Eleda
I wanna take you out for a night on the town
We're gonna have a real good time
Let's go somewhere, let's kick around
We're gonna swing on the border line
Chorus:
Cause there's always some excuse to stay out late
There's always some excuse keep your bebop straight
There's always some excuse shall we be so cool
There's always some excuse
When we're all alone on a sandy shore…on a sandy shore
Thinkin' up a way to make a major move…let's make it move
Chorus:
There's always some excuse to lose control
There's always some excuse to rock and roll
There's always some excuse to go, go, go
There's always some excuse
When we're all alone in a small café…we're just far away
Thinkin' up a way to take a bigger bite…a big, big bite
Chorus:
There's always some excuse to be in love
There's always some excuse to fall in love
There's always some excuse to be in love
There's always some excuse for love
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12. Taggin' Along
lyrics and music by Eleda
Rag tag, Rag ta-taggin' along Ta tag-tag
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13. The Gutter
lyrics and music by Eleda & Rick Carliss
Some people say I'm a moron
What a tiny little brain I've got
Others say I'm a genius
I'm the best the world has got
Chorus:
Cause I'm a genius
With a bowling ball
I got some real bad habits
I just can't seem to kick
Every time I turn around
My hand goes to my dick
I walk up to the alley
The pins stand straight and tall
People scream Hallelujah
When I grab my ball
Sometimes I gotta cheat
Cause I always like to win
A loosin streak, a boozin' week
And I cry and cry again
Call me the Firestone outlaw
Cause I never leave a spare
Spin the pins make 'em fall
I got pit grease in my hair
Everyone has a hero
Makes your life complete
I bowl for God and country
People worship at my feet
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