Trouble At The Henhouse (1996) Lyrics And Backing Vocals
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Giftshop
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The beautiful lull, the dangerous tug
We get to feel small, from high up above
And after a glimpse, over the top
The rest of the world, becomes a giftshop

The pendulum swings
For the horse like a man
Out over the rim, is ice cream to him
The beautiful lull, the dangerous tug
We get to feel small, but not out of place at all

We're forced to bed, but we're free to dream
All us human extras, all us herded beings

And after a glimpse (Bah Bada Bah)
Over the top (Bah Bada Bah)
The rest of the world (Bah Bada Bah)
Becomes a giftshop

I don't know what to believe, (I don't know what to believe)
Sometimes I even forget (Sometimes I even forget)
And if it's a lie, (And if it's a lie)
Terrorists made me say it (Terrorists made me say it)

The beautiful lull (Bah Bada Bah)
The dangerous tug (Bah Bada Bah)
We get to feel small (Bah Bada Bah)
From high up above (From high up above)
From high up above (From high up above)
(Bah Bada Bah)

Springtime In Vienna
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Instructions from the manual
Could not have been more plain
The blues are still required
The blues are still required again
Past territorial piss-posts
Past whispers in the closets
Past screamin' from the rooftops (Past screaming from the rooftops)
We live to survive our paradoxes (We live to survive our paradoxes)

Men here of the secret
They pass in upholstered silence (Upholstered silence)
They only exist in crisis (Only exist in crisis)
They only exist in silence (Only exist in silence)
Past territorial piss-posts (Past territorial territorial piss-posts)
Past whispers in the closets (Whispers in the closets)
Past screamin' from the rooftops (Screaming from the rooftops)
We live to survive our paradoxes (We live to survive our paradoxes)
We'll live to survive our paradoxes (We live to. Survive our. Paradoxes)

Ahead By A Century
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First thing we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk (First we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk)
Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts (Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts)
With illusions of someday casting a golden light (With illusions of someday casting a golden light)
No dress rehearsal, this is our life (No dress rehearsal, this is our life)

That's where the hornet stung me (That's where the hornet stung me)
And I had a feverish dream (I had a feverish dream)
With revenge and doubt
Tonight, we smoke them out (Tonight, we smoke them out)

You are ahead by a century (This is our life)

Stare in the morning shroud, and then the day began (Stare in the morning shroud, and then the day began)
I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand (I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand)
Rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night (Rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night)
No dress rehearsal, this is our life (No dress rehearsal, this is our life)

And that's when the hornet stung me (That's when the hornet stung me)
And I had a serious dream (I had a feverish dream)
With revenge and doubt
Tonight, we smoked them out (Tonight, we smoked them out)

You are ahead by a century (This is our life)
and disappointing you's gettin' me down

Don't Wake Daddy
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Sled dogs after dinner close their eyes on the howlin' wastes
Kurt Cobain, reincarnated, sighs and licks his face
Then they drift past strips of Serengeti and the gates of Sleepy Hollow too
You can pause in wonder, they paused in wonder and yea, I paused in wonder too
Just don't wake daddy

They can lay their heads on their futon-beds, so many miles from home
You teach your children some fashion sense and they fashion some of their own
For when the policy-weary commune on the untamed land
Through white sheers whispers in their ears, you're damned
And don't wake daddy

You can stuff yer void with the asteroid that's hurtlin' toward the earth
You can drop the bomb that restores some calm then promises rebirth
Just don't wake daddy

It's the perfect time now (Sing to end)
For an eclectic choice (All songs to end all songs)
They're all asleep but us now (Sing to end)
It's time to hear your voice (All songs to end all songs)

Sing to end all songs to end all songs (Sing to end all songs to end all songs)

Flamenco
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Does it diminish your super-capacity to love

Walk like a matador, don't be chicken-shit
and turn breezes into rivulets

Flamenco-sweep the air and weave the sun
and stamp your feet for everyone

Does it exhibit your natural tendency to hate

Maybe a prostitute could teach you
how to take a compliment

Maybe I'll go to New York,
I'll drag you there
You said, "no one drags me anywhere"

Does it diminish your super-capacity to love

700ft Ceiling
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Lets go to the park, lets go watch 'em floodin'
Out there after dark, don't have to think of nothin'
And I love that for, for the way I'm feeling
700 foot, 700 foot Ceiling

Lets take it to the top of the tobacco nation
We can aim the dish for hardcore invitations
And I hate that for, for the things I'm thinking
when the clouds are low, 700 and sinking

It's part hard, hard to remember (It's part hard, hard to remember)
It's part hard to say (It's part hard to say)
Parts unknown, unknown forever (Parts unknown, unknown forever)
And those parts fade away (And those parts fade away)
But leanings toward, toward a full-stop's (But leanings toward, toward a full-stop's)
All I hear you say (All I hear you say)

One foot on the stump, the other's on the pulpit
700 foot, 700 foot pulpit
And I love that for, for the way I'm feeling
700 foot, 700 foot ceiling
In our own backyard, we can do some floodin' (It's part hard, hard to remember, it's part hard to say)
When it's cold and dark, don't have to think or nothin' (Parts unknown, unknown forever, and those parts fade away)

Butts Wigglin

The sweet sound of patent approval comin' down in a not quite fog
The sweet sound of patent approval comin' down in powdery sparks
The sweet sound of patent approval comin' down with holiday concern
The sweet sound of patent approval comin' down in a world of hurt

In my opinion the drug is ready

The warm hand of abject approval
comin' down with its' ropey veins
The warm hand of abject approval
comin' down to the fingerbowl

In my opinion the drug is ready

The cold eye of constant approval comin' down to freeze the blood
The cold eye of constant approval comin' down to look real close

In my opinion the drug is ready

Apartment Song
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Illuminate the obvious
it's standing right here in front of us
What our apartment does when we're not around
does not concern us

Simulate the obvious
and it's standing, standing right here in front of us
Just what our apartment does when we're not around
does not concern us

She's the horrible esthete and she hates her ugly feet
at a place where her friends all meet
She takes her shoes off and invites everyone to see

Eliminate the obvious
and it's right here, right here in front of us
Just what our apartment does when we're not around
does not concern us

She's the horrible esthete
at the place where her friends all meet
While her clock reinforces its' conceit
and her mirror checks out other things
The walls stand a little more at ease
and her books they chat so expertly
and her cups and saucers get some sleep
and things get all together neat
and at the clicking of the key
returns the horrible esthete


Coconut Cream

There's a cannon shooting coconut cream
40 gallons in a steady stream
There's a cannon shooting coconut cream (There's a cannon shooting coconut cream)
40 gallons in a steady stream (40 gallons in a steady stream)

Dream, stream, dream (Dream, dream, dream)

It's wing music to a happy cat
he likes his butterflies slow and fat
And wing music to a happy cat (And wing music to a happy cat)
he likes his butterflies slow and fat (He likes his butterflies slow and fat)

Cat, fat, cat (Fat, fat, fat)

Us little Christians in a circle jerk
till our daddy gets home from work
All us good Christians in a circle jerk (All us good Christians in a circle jerk)
till our daddy gets home from work (Till our daddy gets home from work)

Jerk, work, jerk (Work, work, work)

There's a cannon shooting coconut cream (There's a cannon shooting coconut cream)
40 gallons in a steady stream (40 gallons in a steady stream)
There's a cannon that shoots coconut cream (There's a cannon that shoots coconut cream)
40 gallons in a steady stream (40 gallons in a steady stream)

Dream, cream, stream (Dream, cream, stream)

Let's Stay Engaged

It might be late but it won't be early
You got me to the gate with time for a coffee
It's getting late sounds like a departure
Until we meet again lets stay engaged
Until then lets stay engaged (Then, engaged)

Lies over time float to the surface
lies over time they equal surface
lies over time though the reasons desert us
lies over time with no apparent purpose
Until we meet again lets stay engaged
Until then lets stay engaged (Then, engaged)

See the dead art and you see your reflection
Fear no art and you fear no reflection
But don't look at me I'm not the artist in question (Don't look at me)
Sounds good to me but I'm not the artist in question (Sounds good to me)
Until we meet again lets stay engaged
Until then lets stay engaged (Then, engaged)


Sherpa
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Me and the vivid girl in our hammock to the stars
Staring into the fire before TV, the remote-control's on Mars

In the dope of the pigment, in a poetic state of mind
In a flood of the country we lay down to kill some time

And we spoke languidly of the Northern Bee
And collecting dewdrops for tea underneath the cannonball tree

We were high, we were sherpa-high,
We conspired against old friends
We said we must be friends or die
And we've died a thousand times since then

And we spoke long, at length of the fight or flee
And of nothing in particularly underneath the cannonball tree

We spoke off-handedly of the new extremes
And of nothing in particularly underneath the cannonball tree

We're at the point where we love or hate it
We can write it down and obliterate it
When we're at the point when we neither love nor hate it
We can lay down and obliterate it

Put It Off
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I wrote unfriendly things, truly cruel, on the day that you were born
To prove that words cannot touch beauty but I was torn
I put it off, I put it off, I put it off again

I made degenerate art for the religious right on the day that you were born
I had a passion to experiment but I was torn
I put it off, I put it off, I put it off again

I played Love Tara by Eric's Trip on the day that you were born
I had to find the cuteness in the unadorned but I was torn
I put it off, I put if off, I put it off again (I put it off, I put if off, I put it off again)
I put it on, I put it on, I put it on again (I put it on, I put it on, I put it on again)





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