1. |
A Little Stock
03:32
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What I’m hearing is…
I want to choose my words carefully here…
It’s pretty straightforward.
The guitar shit,
it’s, y’know,
it’s a little stock.
So I started trying to introduce some kind of edge to it on the drums.
Those things we throw out to each other are complete bullshit, you know?
“It sounds too stock. It sounds too normal to me.”
Ya know what I mean?
You’re saying this shit so you can get your point across about doing a drumbeat.
I mean, y’know, it doesn’t hold any water.
I think it’s fucking stock! Which part of this is unclear to you?
I think it sounds stock to my ears. Do you want me to write it down?
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2. |
Vaccine Queen
02:50
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You got your mom a vaccine
You got my mom a vaccine
You got your dad a vaccine
You got my dad a vaccine
You got you a vaccine
You got me a vaccine
I bow before thee
The vaccine queen
We salute thee
The vaccine queen
To every vaccine queen
On the vaccine scene
Getting folks vaccines
You're peachy keen
To every vaccine queen
On the vaccine scene
Giving folks vaccines
You're peachy keen
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3. |
Granola Bar Blitz
03:16
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We came to throw bars and we don’t mean fire
These bars are made of granola entire
At each exit we give a little provision
‘cause living at the station is a really rough living
Have a granola bar and a pair of socks
Want another pair? We got lots!
Socks by the pack and bars by the box
Stacks of snacks in sacks, we come stocked
We call it a blitz, ‘cause it is fast paced
We cover all the ins and outs of the place
To make sure everybody gets a bite
and fresh socks to keep their feet warm at night
Like a British flapjack reborn as a rap snack
Swing it in a sock like a sap or a Black jack
If you don’t want it now stash it in your knapsack
Chewy, crunchy, oats and honey
We bought and brought a lot for you to munch, see
Sweet and salty, fruity, nutty
Two for you and two for your buddy
Have a few pretzels soft warm and fresh
Really Philly style, have a pretzel sesh
We brought the grain, even caught the train
Next weekend, you know we’re gonna do the same
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4. |
Real Men Die
02:52
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Real men die
Women pass away
If a guy passes,
Then he is gay
Men die hard
Like Bruce Willis
Women die soft
Some are named Phyllis
Real men bite it
It is the dust
AKA the big one
Boom! They go bust
Men get stiff
With rigor mortis
That’s true grit
A book by Charles Portis
Women get all sissy
And console each other
Because they get misty
And love one another
You mourn your friends
If you are pansy
Just grunt “He end”
If you are manly
Cry if you are sensitive
Men just say “Oh. He not live.”
Women give hugs
Men give pounds
Then get laid
In burial mounds
I smell like a man
It is the truth
Come over here
If you want proof
I'll smell worse
When I'm not alive
So sample my musk
While I live and thrive
Sistren get all sissy
And console each other
Because they get misty
And love one another
You mourn your friends
If you’re namby-pamby
Just grunt “He end”
If you are manly
Truth is, dying
Is kind of a guy thing
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5. |
Very Merry Steenburgen
02:28
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Now I may be nothing but a humble spleen merchant
But I do know one thing -- that Mary Steenburgen
Brought her arm unalarmed to an esteemed surgeon
For a procedure more routine than urgent
Yet she would never again be the same
Anesthesia breathed a new seed in her brain
Unlocked all the melody that she contained
Reborn like a phoenix in a musical version
Overflowing, tunesmith talent emerging
Full steam ahead like a mighty steam urchin
LA to Nashville country scene immersion
Her new dream to burgeon, and now she is shining
A flowing, rhyming, lyric-lining
Country-twanging, singing-slinging
Very
Merry
Steenburgen
...and Ted’s dancin’
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6. |
20 Years of 1993
03:04
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7. |
Speak Truth to Willpower
01:48
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The courage to be compulsive
The audacity to speak truth to willpower
To indulge and be indulged
To beat the dead horse and lick the pan
The followthrough to show no mercy
You are not done until it is done
And overdone and then you’re done for
To be compelled by compulsion
To fulfill daily obligation
To consume the consummation
A consummate profession
To take, and take no joy
To eat, just to destroy
Each wrapper emptied is progress
The courage to speak truth to willpower
To bravely speak truth to willpower
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8. |
No Content Required
02:58
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9. |
The Parable of the Rave
03:18
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10. |
Born To Be Alive
03:18
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People ask me why
I never find a place to stop
And settle down, down, down
I never wanted all those things
That People use to justify
Their lives, lives, lives
I was born
Born to be alive
It's good to be alive
Good just to be
Time was on my side
When I was running down the street
It was so fine, fine, fine
A suitcase and an old guitar
And something new to occupy
My mind, mind, mind
We were born
Born to be alive
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