| Trouble At The Henhouse (1996) Lyrics And Backing Vocals | ||
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Giftshop 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) The beautiful lull (Bah Bada Bah) Springtime In
Vienna 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 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 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 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 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
Apartment Song 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
Dream, stream, dream (Dream, dream, dream)
Us little Christians in a circle jerk
Jerk, work, jerk (Work, work, work)
Dream, cream, stream (Dream, cream, stream) It might
be late but it won't be early 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 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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