1. |
Potato
03:54
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A zillion minutes, it seemed
The smoke flow into the stream
I wrote some new ones 'cause the old ones meant nothing
I hope that gravity's not goin' away
Insatiable is my friend
The game existence the end
Embrace my face and spread some happiness butter
I hope that gravity's not goin' away
Now you're going to sing
'Cause it's potato, potato, potato
Yes it's potato, potato, potato
And it's potato, potato, potato
Potato
My favorite time isn't now
My favorite moment is how
My favorite things are never, ever my favorite
Too late to apple the doctor away
Now you're going to sing
'Cause it's potato, potato, potato
Yes it's potato, potato, potato
And it's potato, potato, potato
Potato
Now you're going to sing 'cause...
We went to Maine 'cause we're friends with Mike Gaito
And Briggs's charts flew away in tornado
And I was up all night writing potato
Australia
Potato
And it's potato, potato, potato
Yes it's potato, potato, potato
And it's potato, potato, potato
Potato
You're glad that you aren't me
You're glad that you'll never see
The thing that got me started singing potato
I hope that...
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3. |
Why Am I Your Guy?
03:50
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When I found you you were tranked and sprawled around
I was weary and wicked and wondering why
When you came to I was cleaning the room
Your friend offered a hit
I envy him, I sure can't afford that shit
Where is my mother at times like these
Does she know what has come of me now?
Love winds hypnotic spirals within a reasoned mind
and time again I ask you:
Why am I your guy?
Racking up another shot of heartache
Foolish boy am I
Loud and long your laughter reached the sky
I'm an absolute jerk when you do your work
That's me through and through
I'd need another lifetime to feel the joy like you do
You could jump out a window and land in a cloud
And be lowered gently to the ground
I stand and shout, I spout, I emanate reason like a clown
Look me in the eye.
Why am I your guy?
I don't suppose that I
That is to say that I
Suppose I were to die?
Forget I said it.
Blankly stare at you, the focus of the crowd
Around whose body men do hover
As I start to fade away I can hear someone say
What I wouldn't give to be her lover
I am! I'm he! That's me, and I waste every day
You see fit to reward me with warm shelter
What is it you seem to see in me that I can never find
no matter how I try?
Why am I your guy?
What is it you seem to see in me
that I can never find no matter how I try?
Why am I your guy?
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4. |
Looking For Nina
03:05
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I missed all the craft
The grace of the line
The beauty inherent in every design
The forest was waving but the trees made me blind
I was looking for Nina
Saw none of the elegance
All that was there
The essences captured
The nuance so rare
Obsessed by the messages tucked into hair
I was looking for Nina
(Interlude:TacoPhysique)
Al, be a pal
And grant one more chance
I'll sway and I'll swoon and fall into a trance
And savor each step of your masterful dance
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5. |
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Excuse me, miss, I am a junkie skate punk.
I quit the AM/PM, a flunkie's pay stunk.
Would you mind if I followed you home and
rifled through your purse and bought some junk?
Hey, I don't look that bad.
I did a Calvin's ad.
They said I was "beautifully sad."
Come with me, come with me.
5 They gave me three hundred bucks.
Now it's gone, and I'm out of luck.
Sometimes I think that show business sucks.
Come with me, come with me.
I had a chance to be the Pumpkins' roadie.
But if you ask Billy he'll say he don't know me.
While they were on stage
I stole one of his alternate-tuning guitars,
I sold it to a freak and bought some PCP.
(Come with me, you little vixen. Come with me, how rich is mother?
Come with me, I need a fixin'. Come with me, I'll do your brother.
Come with me, I'm not like any other you will see.)
My kind shall rise and conquer,
won't that be something?
We can't do worse than the jerks
who've tried to run things.
O, dear lady, be my queen and dilly-dilly
I will be your king and everything.
I feel good in the dark.
I played at Luna Park.
I look like Marcia Clark.
Come with me, come with me.
Hey, please let me go check my machine.
CK'll be checkin' on me.
Next time I'm gonna double my fee.
Come with me, come with me.
I'm the best you ever seen.
I wanna be your machine.
Gonna make you sigh, gonna make you scream.
Come with me, come with me.
I only got one big dream.
Aw, baby, you know what I mean.
I wanna strip your bank account clean.
Come with me, come with me.
She's a well-heeled veganette.
She wants to free Tibet.
I'd let her throw me out of debt.
Come with me, come with me.
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
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6. |
TRANQUILLADO
04:10
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Small in the saddle, our we TRANQUILLADO
Unlikely dog
His head cocked towards the bed, he's a programmed dog
Exploring options he daydreams of possums and having sex with a frog.
So melancholy, he stares at the trolley of make-believe
He sings: "If I were king of make-believe
I'd pay the cameraman to give me more close-ups than anyone, or I'd leave."
"Oh, ho, TRANQUILLADO,
Thanks for exploring those options (there's none left anyway)."
"Oh, holy night, it's my pleasure.
It gives me joy beyond measure to hear you sing my name."
A jaded professor (taught film-as-literature) came to town.
He stayed forty-one days, brought everybody down.
So TRANQUILLADO shored up his bravado and uttered a motto which brought the feller around.
And the motto was...
"Oh, ho, TRANQUILLADO,
Thanks for exploring those options (there's none left anyway)."
"Oh, holy night, it's my pleasure.
It gets me off beyond measure to hear you sing."
O, if we ever stop drinking we ought to shop for rewards
And things which we can bring our little dog next door.
We wouldn't want him thinking:
"I'm just a puppy and they never rub me. Do they really love me?"
He'd get peeved and he'd leave. He we'd see no more.
But we love him, we love him, we love him, we love him...
"Oh, ho, TRANQUILLADO,
Thanks for exploring those options (there's none left anyway)."
"Oh, holy night, it's my pleasure.
It gives me joy beyond measure to hear you."
"Oh, ho, TRANQUILLADO,
Thanks for exploring those options (there's none left anyway)."
"Oh, holy night, it's my pleasure.
Your faithful TRANQUILLADO, signing off 'til another day."
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7. |
What Happened Next
01:30
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8. |
Chatfield Manor
08:16
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There's a place where I go
When I go to a place
That's just the kind of place I go to
I'd like to be there now
Time stands still within its walls
The more you see the more you look
Software looms in every nook
Would you like to be there?
I'll tell you how...
Let's go up the freeway
Hang a left, hang a right, Chatfield Manor
They got no psilocybin there
But there's chicken sandwiches in the freezer
Sometimes I rail against hate
I scream and scream 'til throat is meat
But sometimes I just crave escape
So toss that bottle my way
The war disappears the gore disappears
Yeah I know it's raging on
But if I'm gonna stay even a little bit strong
Sometimes I gotta get away think I'lI do it today
Let's go up the freeway
Hang a left, hang a right, Chatfield Manor
If you're coming down the freeway
Then hang a right and hang a right Chatfield Manor
I thank you Mo and thank you Mo
For letting me know I got a place to go
No matter when I show I got a place on the flo'
So thank you Mo and thank you Mo
Let's go up the freeway
Hang a left, hang a right, Chatfield Manor
I moistened the gunite, now they got a pool there
I wanna be drunk in your jacuzzi forever
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9. |
Beautiful
04:20
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December 2 ,1993
I was driving down Lankershim today and I had a comforting thought
For years I believed that 90% of the people in the world were useless and should die
This thought accompanied me and sometimes kept me warm
But today I thought about how many wonderful people I've met in the last couple of years
In fact the vast majority of people I've had contact with recently have been wonderful
And if I am to take them as a representative sampling then most people in the world are wonderful
This made me kinda happy
And I took the newspapers to recycle them
And I got some Kleenex for my poor wife who's sick today and then I brought them to her
(This beautiful world is a fantasy, not unlike the fairy tales of old.
If you're smart you'll do what you're told. If beautiful world is depressing you,
simply call this number if you're bold. We'll gladly lead you back to the fold.)
And I worked on the Hungarian part of the instrumental with Dweezil at Joe's Garage
And it was a lot of fun
And I met Linda and Lisa from Rock City News at the Cat & Fiddle
They were great and it was a good interview, I had fun
Then I went to Aron's and got the "Generic Flipper" CD for $1.98
So apart from Viv being sick it was a great day
And while I was driving west on Wilshire to see Chad Wackerman Someone driving east threw a heavy object at my car
And cracked the windshield
A big crack
Screwed up the antenna too
It could have killed me and they never would have known
So I want to thank that person for reminding me
That in this world there are people who should just die
(This beautiful world is a fantasy, not unlike the fairy tales of old.
If you're smart you'll do what you're told. If beautiful world is depressing you,
simply call this number if you're bold. We'll gladly lead you back to the fold.)
(This beautiful world is a fantasy, not unlike the fairy tales of old.
If you're smart you'll do what you're told. If beautiful world is depressing you,
simply call this number if you're bold.
We'll gladly lead you.)
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10. |
"I Guess I'll Peanut"
00:39
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11. |
Voyage To Manhood
03:39
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Crank "Live Rust" 'til the neighbors bleed
Deadly drunken to a man
Hurl that slab you drunken creep
Throwing coasters at a ceiling fan
Zing... there goes my fear and doubt
Zim goes insecurity
My ennui's up on the curtain rod
Coaster toss has set me free
Unyielding four-armed beast
Whirl and bat my sins
Condition I am in:
"Sailing takes me away.
takes me away...takes me away..."
Our host surrenders selflessly
His treasures to which crunch befall
Now chewed and ripped, a sight to see
This thing is bigger than us all
The night progress the tempo mounts
And all regrets go whiz thunk zam
One hundred? Two? We've long lost count
Throwing coasters at a ceiling fan
Relentless quadrapus
We tremble at your might
A most essential night
"Sailing takes me away...takes me away...
takes me away..."
Run! Alert all heads of state!
Email! Pony! Telefax!
Worldly tensions 'radicated!
Take the prisoners from the racks!
If Buddy Rich's band bus had 'em,
things might have been more relaxed!
Ceiling fans and coasters.
Ceiling fans and coasters.
Distribute them equitably today.
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12. |
Egg Zooming
06:42
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Egg Zooming,
tiny little thing,
I sold a basket to my mother and
explored them as though they were rickety
stacks of nitroglycerine noodles egg zooming.
Place them near sink.
Beg the headmistress for forgiveness
oh wait... hold on...
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13. |
Own
07:28
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What did you do last night?
Unzip your soul?
Allow an unwhole one to enter in its place
Ask your reflection how you screwed so up
Silly pup
You saw evil on your face
Drunk fear Flat out fear
No proximity: pure
Left your scruples on the floor, whore
You got not a lot to do
And anyway what is it to you
Blind fear Flat out fear
Mind ability: gone
Soul is sapped and you're the done one
You got not a lot to do
And anyway what is it to you
Miles from home
Forgotten who you call your own
Brain erase, you watch the rose explode
Denial mode and you awaken warm and young
One cold reminder and you're toast again
Face your sin
It's part of you and you cannot run
Drunk fear Flat out fear
Culpability scar
Here's the kind of star you are, star
You got not a lot to do
And anyway what is it to you, to you
Blind fear Flat out fear
Smash your head on the wall
Pirouette and fucking fall
Crawl
You got not a lot to do
And anyway what is it to you
Pick up a phone
Remember who you call your own
Drunk fear Flat out fear
O you ludicrous child
Enter in the fool-o-phile file
You got not a lot to do
And anyway what is it to you, to you
Blind fear Flat out fear
Bow and scrape and atone
Or end up in the alone zone
You got not a lot to do
And anyway what is it to you, to you
You got not a lot to do
And anyway what is it to you
Miles from home
Forgotten who you call your own
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14. |
I'm Afraid
03:22
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You say it's your birthday
But l'm not gonna have a good time
I'm sorry to say
I won't be there today
l'm in a galaxy far, far away
I wish for you the best of days
And every single wish you make
If I could do this for you
I'd make them all come true
But I can't make me be there with you
I'm afraid
The whole parade
Is passing me by
Baby's grown to such a great big girl
And daddy's halfway 'round the world
I hope you know that I love you so
And I'd give the stars to you
I'm afraid, it's true
I'm afraid
Should I have stayed?
Have I done the right thing?
Every moment you and I don't spend
Is a moment we can't get back again
I hope you. know that I love you so
And I'd give the world to you
I'm afraid it's true
I love you
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15. |
Cardboard Dog
08:08
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Cardboard Dog
Cardboard Dog
Opened my eyes from the car dream
Felt my line tug saw the sun gleam
To my feet and off I go
If I find you you will know
Cardboard Dog You darkened my days
Cardboard Dog Tonight daddy pays
Pulled into town nearing sundown
Pom-Prei told us that you weren't round
Saw the quiver in his eye
It's your fault he had to die
Cardboard Dog We found you that night
Cardboard Dog I switched off the light
Cardboard Dog
You know I'll always
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16. |
Sluggo
03:20
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17. |
Craney (Bonus Track)
02:35
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18. |
Mike Keneally San Diego, California
Mike Keneally has been a lot of things in his 35 year career: stunt guitarist/keyboardist, singer/songwriter, orchestral
composer, producer, music director, painter, and more. After getting his start in Frank Zappa’s legendary 1988 big band, Keneally released his first solo album hat. in 1992. Since then he has released dozens more and is working on a new double album.
Learn more at keneally.com
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