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Tasergun
Tasergun (version 2)
To See That Woman of Mine
Today Has Been a Fucked Up Day
Total Soul Future (Eat It)
Totally Confused
Thunder Peel
Truckdrivin' Neighbors Downstairs (Yellow sweat)
Trouble All My Days
Twig

 

 

Total Soul Future (Eat It) / Stereopathetic Soul Manure 1994

She got the soul
Yeah, she got's the soul
And she got's the soul
Now, she got some soul

She got a finger snap
with the lit cigarette
On my birthday cake
And she's the kickin' the shit

Ah, yeah

She rock 'n' roll
She got the soul
She rock 'n' roll
She got the soul
She rock 'n' roll
She got some soul
She rock and roll
She got the soul

Oh yeah, bring it on down, [etc.]
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Truckdrivin' Neighbors Downstairs (Yellow Sweat) / Mellow Gold 1994

(The opening part is a bit confusing.  From what I can tell, there are
 two guys yelling at a third guy who's in another room.)

Neighbor 1:  Come on, motherfucker.  Put your clothes on, come on.  Asshole!
Neighbor 2:  You lousy puke!
Neighbor 3:  Fuck you!
Neighbor 2:  Why don't you call your mommy?
Neighbor 3:  You're a fucking drunk.
Neighbor 2:  Yeah, I'm a fucking drunk...
Neighbor 1:  Come on, motherfucker.
Neighbor 2:  ...but you're a lousy lowlife who can't do nothin' for himself. 

acid casualty with a reposessed car
vietnam vet playin' air guitar

it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin'
truck-drivin' neighbours downstairs
yeah...yeah

whiskey-stained buck-toothed backwoods creep
grizzly bear motherfucker never goes to sleep

[chorus]
oh, yeah...yeah

belly floppin' naked in a pool of yellow sweat
screamin' jackass with a wet cigarette

[chorus]
oh
oh, my goodness
oh... [etc.]
mmm... [etc.]

psychotic breakdown double-edged axe
growin' hair like a shag rug on his greasy back

[chorus]
oh my goodness
oh my goodness

oh, yeah
come on, honey, feel the grease
grease, grease
come on, honey, feel the grease
oh, my goodness
come on, honey, feel the grease
oh yeah
come on, lay it on me
bring it down one more time
come on, honey...
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Trouble All My Days / Pay No Mind single 1994; Fresh Meat and Old Slabs; Devils Haircut single

...a story I wanna pass on to you that I think is...has meant a lot to me.
He said, "Ed, you have no control over the past.  It's a canceled check.  
You have no control over the future because you don't know
what's going to happen. Your maximum point of power is now!"
  
none-a that trouble...all my days
none-a that trouble...all my days

none-a that trouble...all my days
none-a that trouble...all my days
hey hey
hey hey hey hey!
hey hey hey hey!
hey hey hey hey!
hey hey hey heeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy!
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Totally Confused / Loser single; Golden Feelings; Beercan single 1994; Fresh Meat and Old Slabs; Fingerpaint EP

I'm totally confused...by you
I'm totally confused...by you

Ten foot man, makin my lunch
You'll never understand I want you so much

And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it 

I'm totally confused...by you
I'm totally confused...by you

screamin in my face, whisper in my ear (whispering)
put me in a suitcase, with the can of beer :::pop:::

And I never never want it 
And I never never want it 
And I never never want it 
And I never never want it 
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Thunder Peel / Stereopathetic Soul Manure 1994

It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve

I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt
I was jumping around, she was a runnin' coming down
In the thick of a trick, I couldn't take my pick
Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog
I'm taking morphine[?]

Now I'm rolling in sweat
With a loaf of cold bread
And a taco in my jeans
On the map if you glide 
She's got such ugly thighs
I got taken by surprise
With the plate of flaming noodles

It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve
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Today Has Been a Fucked Up Day / Stereopathetic Soul Manure 1994

Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day

Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day

There's people runnin' up and down the line
With grocery bags on they heads
And dollar bills pasted onto their faces
Squeegee in their hand

Woo, woo, woo...
Woo!
Woohoo!
Woohoohoo!
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Tasergun / Stereopathetic Soul Manure 1994

I got a room down in Hollywood
rent was cheap
it was this rooming house
there was an old man who lived in the room next to me
we shared a bathroom in the hall
stare at me through a crack in the door
day I moved in I was playin' my guitar
started bangin' on the wall with a boot
then he came out, started banging on my door
kicked it open

watch out son, I got a tasergun
watch out son, I got a tasergun
he's on the loose
he's got the juice
like a mad dog with no teeth

spent his pension in adult bookstores
bringin strange young men home
he'd leave me notes in the bathroom
accusin' me of stealin' his toilet paper
come out into the hallway
dressed up in a greasy bathrobe
tryin' to start a fight
he became known as the electric old man
and I still see him with his taser
comin' at me

watch out son, I got a tasergun
watch out son, I got a tasergun
he's on the loose
he's got the juice
like a pigeon with no wings
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Tasergun / Fresh Meat and Old Slabs


I got a room down in Hollywood
the rent was cheap, 
the street was cool
but there was an old man
who lived right next to me
he was so wretched
he ate up everything
the day I moved in 
I got weird feelings
I played my guitar
he hit the ceiling
he ran out into the hall and he yelled 
"Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!
watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!"
he's on the loose
he's got the juice
like a mad dog with no teeth

he left me notes
said all kinds of things
"you little creepy slob,
why don't you get a job?
why don't you cut your hair?
why don't you get out of here?
why don't you move away?
why don't you just get lost?"
he spent his days
down in adult book stores
bringing home all kinda weirdos
and blasting his TV back at me
so one day I get pissed
we got into a fight
I kicked him in the nuts
he yelled with all his might
"Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!
watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!"
you son of a bitch
I think it's startin to itch
he's got the taser gun
(spoken: Mr. Handjob)
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To See That Woman of Mine / MTV Makes Me Wanna Smoke Crack 7 inch



Put whiskey in the gas tank
put blood on the wheels
I gotta jar of tobacco
and I'm down with the deal
well I know that I'm loaded
and I'm outta my mind
I gotta make it to Texas
to see that woman of mine
well my face is all bloodshot
there's a stain on my shirt
if I don't make it to Fort Worth
someone's bound to get hurt
yeah
well I know I'm loaded
and I'm outta my mind
gotta make it to Texas
to see that woman of mine
well I blew out the engine
down in Abilene
and I got on the school bus
I started revvin' that thing
yeah I know that I'm loaded
yeah I'm outta my mind
I gotta make it to Texas
to see that woman of mine

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Twig / Caspar and Mollusk


(Beck speaking:)
[ya know how it is
it's like, my lady's gone, y'know...
I just let my twig fly in the wind
you know it's like the branch broken
it's like, I let my twig fly in the wind
sometimes I need a little kindling (laughter),
sometimes I kindle up a slight...combustion of fire
I let my twig burn in the wind
ya know what I'm sayin?
it's like a twig...it's like a stick
but it's more portable (more laughter)
it's like my own portable twig, y'know what I'm sayin?
I let it fly in the wind
you know, sometimes I get lonely
and I let my twig fly in the wind...
yeah... it's like that, y'know] (music begins...)

Some weepy creepy willow pillow boggy shit
Transcendental big wheel can you feel it
Trippy face down trippin' so damn hard
Head splits open stuffin' spills out into the car
Drink a cup of dirty water and a load of bony frog
Slip me seven dollars and I'll pump it full of smog
Paint a monkey gold and let it loose downtown
Start him with a smile and he come back with a frown

He's just a twig in the wind
twig in the wind (a bunch of times)
all right

I'm happy feelin' crappy in your nappy little car
Squozen frozen duplicated drunk in a bar
Tape recorded all distorted genius machine
Spokesmodel dipped in refried beans
Piggys pay full price (?) to take them down to the dump
Dusty busty skeletons who pay at the pump
Multi-nippled rotating DJ sap
I'm shoulder high in crap and my water wings are flat

I'm just a twig in the wind...

twig in the wind
twig in the wind
wheeeeeeeee!

(REALLY unintelligible Beck-stuff here)

[spoken: "Love me like a cab (?).
Love me. I know you will. Love me....(laugh)
let's chill. I know what you're made of: 
ecstasy....next to me. The future
is bright....your pants are so tight. Tantalize.
On my thighs. Love me.........LIKE A GOD!!!!!!!!!!]

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