1. |
You Must Be This Tall
04:52
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2. |
Cavanaugh
03:51
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Weep.
And so, leaping -
although Cavanaugh’s fear to
leap is raw.
Sin will out, sorry.
See without blame.
Seek what we had -
Parliamentary law
threw the book
at Cavanaugh.
Cavanaugh is sinking in the
cold cold desert ground.
Cavanaugh…
Sliding down slimy rock
A jagged sprig caught in
the calf of Cavanaugh
Shedding copious blood,
he lands – plock! – in swampy moss.
This quest, this folly, this
albatross.
Cavanaugh…
No. He’s on, he’s shown to be
contrary, so much so that he’s
got gall enough to go, thrive
and – such nerve! – to grow.
Sin is out, surely.
Seek without shame…
Cavanaugh is sinking in the
cold cold desert ground.
Cavanaugh ISN’T sinking…
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3. |
Plum
00:40
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4. |
Cornbread Crumb
06:32
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5. |
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(Closing Theme from “Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms”)
Someone lost their head in Granada
Face and hair, the whole enchilada
Alcohol, tobacco and firearms
Kidzapunk
Kidzapunk
Kidzapunk
Kidzapunk
Somebody clicked a link in Peking
Now they’re possessing everything
I ever played or tried to sing
And a representative selection of imaginings
Who you gonna call?
Who you gonna call?
Alcohol!
Kidzapunk
Modeling kit
Dinosaur man, cannon-a-ball
Raygun and roar, deal with it all
Knock off your block, barrels o’ fun
Ball in the hole
Ball in the hole
Who you gonna call?
Alcohol!
And firearms!
Kidzapunk.
Kidzapunk.
Kid’s a punk
Kid’s a punk
Pair a plastic whale with its own hump
Pair a plastic whale with its own hump
Share a massive tale and bliss some grump
Pair a plastic whale with its own hump
Pair a plastic whale with its own hump
Tear aside the veil and kick some rump
Pair a plastic whale with its own hump
Alcohol
Tobalccohol
Tobalccohol
Tobalccohol
Tobalccohol
Tobacco
And firearms
Kidzapunk
(fiiiiiiireaaaaaaaaarms)
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6. |
Pitch Pipe
04:19
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7. |
The Rider
06:47
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Please Miss Carson
Go and get the Parson
I’m down below
I want to know
Where you’re from
And we don’t need no gun
Saintly Parson Paul, in the dawn
Do not stall, carry on
Beckon all to speak now
Or hold it forever
She’s the rider from Green Tork
Child of the Team of York
Take the wine and pull the cork
Bottoms up, bring your clean fork
She’s the rider from Green Tork
I’m in love and you’re mean, oh
Bow Card Canyon
Long lost uncles ramblin’
Thin in the scree
A little tree blossoms to whole
And underneath, a scroll
Come to me, my small Christianne
We’ll stand tall in the dawn
Beckon all to sing now
And sing it forever
She’s the rider from Green Tork
Child of the Team of York
Take the wine and pull the cork
Bottoms up, bring your clean fork
She’s the rider from Green Tork
I’m in love and you’re mean, oh
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8. |
Bolarius
00:43
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9. |
Popes
02:51
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We are out in the rain
We are feeling zero pain
Zephyrinus is elected a successor in vain
Me and Gregory VII take the Vette to a
mechanic who was panicked but he put
the engine steady again
Sisinnius is game
Agapetus is insane,
Grabs the wheel and quickly jets the Vette
to tricky terrain
Pushing 95, encouraged
by Pelagius he goes a little crazy
and we end up in a ditch, that was lame
Now you’re in the moment
Hazy head
Left for dead
Alla these ropes
Layin’ out
On the bed
Hangin’ with popes
Hangin’ with popes
Hangin’ with shoes off
Couple skunks
On the lawn
One of ‘em mopes
We were here
Now we’re gone
Rockin’ with popes
Rockin’ with popes
Rockin’ with gas goin’
Camouflage
Butterfly
Dapper red dopes
Rabid dog
My oh my
Ridin’ with popes
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10. |
Indicator
01:26
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11. |
5th Street
01:56
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12. |
Glop
05:27
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13. |
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Eighteen minutes more and not before
I scour out the inner core
And I carefully choose a brush that I adore
Well, after all I’ve much to answer for
And I scrub all the magma
Rinse out some lava
Take an old rag to a parasitic cone
And I learned it the hard way
Doing it partway could fry your shoulder bone
Painful! Painful!
So I am careful with the upkeep of my volcano
For a well-tended volcano will never blow
Will merely keep a slow and steady glow
Once I was careless and I caused a fair eruption
Jumped from the mouth as lava licked my heels and sucked ‘em
Run from danger, running from myself
Fire filled the continental shelf
As I ran I wondered:
“Self,
Am I watching myself
Or am I being myself?”
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14. |
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Destiny, a ripe and plucky vixen, I’m told
Left with me to span the stars, is fixing a bold and
merciless stare on one small bright star
And Destiny will lift her jeweled, robe-d hand up
No bone’ll fly, nothing turn into a spaceship
Why must all you fools put salt and stones and
silt on this dawn’s proud faith?
We didn’t know what the heck that meant
We thought it was difficult to parse it
Our energies and our attentions were miles away in Guam
or China
Just then, a loser with a gun
Sprayed ordnance into all of us, for fun
“You must, you must, it’s imperative,
alter your course and go readily
into the sun…
Your story has been read and done!
Follow all! All the great and small!
Hitching your saddle and joining in your battle call!”
EEEE OHHHHH EEEE OHHHHH
OHHHH!!
We didn’t know what the heck that meant
We thought it was difficult to parse it
Our energies and our attentions were miles away in Guam
or Babylon
or China
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15. |
Popes (Instrumental Mix)
02:54
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16. |
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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