1. |
No No No No
03:42
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Looking out of the kitchen door
Don’t want to look, don’t want to fight no more
I just want to get a grip on my own charade
I hear the static on the radio
I hear the public got a right to know
You get it sour enough and you can make lemonade
Now I can write, I’m a pretty good writer
I feel the hand on my neck is getting tighter
It goes in and stirs ’round and it comes out here
I could use another beer
I hear it’s party time in Hollywood
I hear it all and I don’t feel so good
A daily dose of depression just watching the news
There’s a tornado when I look inside
You come along and get a wild ride
Nobody ever burst a vessel just screaming the blues
Out on the street, everybody’s going crazy again
They’re all dancing like the devil’s own children
You look out and you frown, but I might go play
It doesn’t matter anyway
No no no no no no no
No no no no no no no
Now now now now now now now
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2. |
Little House of Pain
04:08
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One more time, let’s review what’s on your mind
You’re feeling left behind and unappreciated
Now you’ve said, still the doubts play in your head
What if you’re a fraud instead
Profoundly overrated
(I don’t know)
We’ve arrived, welcome to your screwed-up life
The world took up a knife and cut out all your courage
Now you sit and you stay here in your bed
Roll over and play dead
Turn blindly from the wreckage
Chorus:
One reason’s all you need to hear
To blunder blindly backward
Three days and counting till you
Forfeit all you’ve won
So you build your little house of pain
And you do what you do
Every day you build it up again
And you do what you do
And I know you think that I’m the same
But truth to say I’m worlds away from you
Fix yourself? You can’t even fix a flat
You’re smart, I’ll give you that; a gross underachiever
You need help, and you need someone to date
Although I hesitate inflicting you on others
Chorus
Find peace of mind
Seems like an easy task until you’re losing it
So many times you have to ask the way
I’d have to say you’re screwed
So you build your little house of pain …
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3. |
Nixon’s Nose
02:22
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They’re cloning Nixon’s nose
They’re cloning Nixon’s nose
They think we need another Nixon, I suppose
The aliens are behind it
The Raelians are behind it
It’s somewhere where we can’t find it
Nixon’s nose
Is this how they get their kicks on
If only we could get a fix on
Don’t go running with a pointed stick, son
You might put out a nose
They’re cloning Nixon’s nose
They’re cloning Nixon’s nose
They think we need another Nixon, I suppose
The CIA is behind it
The KKK wouldn’t mind it
and Bam and Bob want to grind it
Nixon’s nose
He may show up before you know it
I hope they don’t clone what’s below it
We gotta find it before we blow it
Nixon’s nose
They’re cloning Nixon’s nose
They’re cloning Nixon’s nose
They think we need another Nixon
I suppose
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4. |
End of the Show
03:49
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A woman’s eyes can be moved to lies by the heart of a girl
All you want is to sink your teeth in the heart of the world
A shopful of candy, so where do you turn
The sugar’s a blessing; it disguises the burn
I met you on the way down south on a roller coaster ride
I rode the curves and I came back down; I was messed up inside
You didn’t mean it — you can’t help yourself
But I was only a trophy you could put on your shelf
It isn’t right to say
That you still think about me while you’re turning away
You have to let it go
’Cause the dark days are over and it looks like the end of the show
I might have really cared for you
I might have turned my back on everything true
But these are things that might have been
We stand up and brush off and move forward again
And again and again —
If old flames died a merciful death I would not be alone
But since you left, all the lights are on but there’s nobody home
There’s always tomorrow, or didn’t you know
I won’t be around to tell you I told you so
It isn’t right to say
That you still think about me while you’re turning away
I’ve lived enough to know
That the dark days are over and it looks like the end
It isn’t right to say
That you still think about me while I’m fading away
You have to let it go
’Cause the darkness is gone and it looks like the end of the show
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5. |
Mold Monkies Theme
01:30
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The 16-wheeler's air horn pierced the crisp morning air
as the driver checked his watch yet again. God help us all if the truckload of pork chops didn't make it to the docks by 9:15. Whose meal would be hot and steaming then?
O brave yet ignorant swine, who gave their lives
to harden the arteries of the youth of tomorrow's Oklahoma ...
Rory tensed, sensing a greater-than-average amount of broken glass shards and roofing nails littering the road ahead ...
Monkey, wanna, warm overripe banana
Soft and icky, drip sticky on my shirt
Pork and candy; hot guilty dreams of Gandhi
Furry, moldy, soul food you sold me —
What’s for dessert?
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6. |
John
03:41
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John thinks about his life
It’s a humdrum thing
That he wouldn’t trade for all the world
Long evenings with the wife
And he seldom thinks of the time that passed
Like a page that curled
And then vanished in the flame
It’s just some other world
Never even had a name
John sits and sorts his past
It’s a sordid task
That he wouldn’t want to do without
Old memories under glass
In their place at last
And he talks to them as he lays them out
I thought you’d never end
But I found I’d shut you out
Yes I’d lived you down, my friend
John thinks about his life
It’s a humdrum thing that he wouldn’t mind at all
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7. |
Out of Control
04:12
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Another insane night and I have you to thank
I wonder what you’re thinking and I come up blank
If I could get some sleep I might have a moment to unwind
You’re a hurricane waiting for a place to strike
A pair of brown eyes begging for the things you like
You got the means to get ’em if you only made up your mind
Chorus:
Out of control, yet so, eager to please
Lie down with dogs, you know, you get up with fleas
Out of control, yet so, eager to please
You’re the same as me
You’d like a long night walking on a moonlit beach
Maybe a quiet meal with something warm in reach
And if I didn’t have a life myself, your wishes could come true
I need a tranquilizer, something off the shelf (tranquilize me)
I need a long vacation somewhere by myself (dancing nightly)
But if you give me that look I know I’ll make that booking for two
Chorus
Take me for a fool again, I feel no pain
I’m only here to serve, as we both know
Chorus
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8. |
Out of My Mind
03:36
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And so it comes round once again
You say you want me for your friend
But now you’re taking me away, away
You say you know how I must feel
And that this time it’s all for real
I might be scared but that’s okay, okay
I want you, out of my mind
Don’t want to share what’s deep inside
I want you, out of my mind
But don’t you dare leave me behind
You bring me to this shining space
So clean and cold, a soulless place
And then you say I’m here to stay, stay
I know you think I’m just a kid
But I’ve seen things you never did
I’ve lived a year for every day, day
I want you, out of my mind
I’m a little scared what you might find
I want you, out of my mind
But don’t you dare leave me behind
I felt so long it must be true
That if I once reached out to you
You’d turn your back and walk away, away
I hope by now you’ve worked it out
That I can’t help but shut you out
Just don’t give up on me I pray, pray
I want you, out of my mind
Don’t want to share what’s deep inside
I want you, out of my mind
I’m a little scared what you might find
I want you, out of my mind
I know you care, but still I hide
I want you, out of my mind
But don’t you dare leave me behind
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9. |
Life in the Big City
04:11
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City beat, staring at your feet, thinking what a beat street
Here’s a treat, can you spare a dime, brother
You pushed him down, now it’s your turn to pay
That’s what he’s thinking anyway
At the light, traffic to the right, what a sight, right
People crushed tight, people hating each other
You’re in the herd just as long as you stay
That’s got you thinking anyway
Chorus:
Life in the big city
It’ll burn you down, it’ll push you under
Life in the big city
It’ll burn you up, it’ll make you wonder why
You take the time to stay alive
Nighttime on the city line, it’s a crime
Someone’s coming up behind, and you know you’re in trouble
You can hide but you still have to pay
You’ll take a hiding anyway
High rise, living in the skies, stinging like flies
Time to get wise, hit the ground on the double
No head for heights, isn’t that what you’d say
It’s time to head out anyway
Chorus
Speed pace, join the human race,
It’s a fine chase, sweat upon your face, running under your collar
I would guess if it was snowing today
You’d be sweating anyway
City beat, staring at your feet, thinking can I take the heat
It’s a cheat, you can bet your last dollar
You can head for the hills any day
That’s got you thinking anyway
Chorus
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10. |
Asylum Street
02:51
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Fat-ass Melvin stands in line and waits for the bus
Washes seldom if at all — develops a crust
And pot-head Lawrence reads the signs that say where to park
Stark abhorrence is his friend, alone in the dark
I’ve spent too many hours on Asylum Street
I dodged another bullet, now I’m losing sleep
It’s worthless, even when you scratch the surface
The tarnish goes a long way down
Later we’ll debate this
For now just get us out of town, yeah
Ginger Justice dresses down and stars in a film
And she’s soft-centered but her shell is baked in a kiln
She dates a bad boy by the name of Gentleman Jack
He’s got a jacket with his name tattooed on the back
So buy another beer and float your mind away
And let’s pretend we learned our lesson for the day
Temptation, only ever means frustration
The answer’s barely out of reach
Encased in machination
Don’t bother on Asylum Street
When you scratch the surface
The tarnish goes a long way down
Later we’ll debate this
For now just get us out of town, yeah
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11. |
Media (Live Our Dream)˜
03:48
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I saw you first a month ago
Seems so long
I told myself I’d do without
You proved me wrong
Oh no, oh no
Now in the evening when I rest
You’re in my brain
And in the morning when I wake
It’s just the same
Oh no, oh no
Chorus:
And all you worlds calling to me from the screen
And your words falling through me in between
And all your images scream
You must live our dream
The Sunday paper brings a treat
Be still my heart
A two-page spread, you look so sweet
A work of art
Oh no, oh no
Chorus
The time has come to bring you home
My dreams fulfilled
And now to work till I am gray
To pay your bill
Oh no, oh no
Chorus
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12. |
The Big Lie
03:34
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Three things off the top of my head
I’d have said if you’d let me know
You live by the family code
Don’t explode and don’t let it show
And so you don’t think of me
Don’t talk of me, or try to see
Feel free to dispose of me now
Take a bow and send me to hell
My name doesn’t ring any bells
Someone else will do just as well
No wonder you look satisfied
You’ve covered up the underside
Chorus:
And look at you now
You’ve got it down like science
Strange defiance and running away again
I’ll never be a hero
Back to zero, I wait for the big lie to end
(doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
Your next mark awaits at the bar
Bring the car, he’ll help you forget
He won’t know what hit him until
There’s a chill — he’s stuck in the net
Now that you don’t talk to me,
You can’t lie to me, can’t you see?
Chorus
Down low I know that I’m safe from a fall
You’re flying high and you’re having a ball
While I wait for the end of it all
Chorus
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13. |
Work Harder
05:27
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I can’t sleep, I can’t eat
I can’t stand on my own two feet
When the sun fades away
I still pace in my walled off cage
I’m worn out, I feel dead
Staple projects to my head
Steal a pen, write a friend
This is the end
Started out, it was fun
Feels alive to be under the gun
All the time, it gets old
There’s the phone, it’s my life on hold
Every day, more to do
Finish one job and there’s two
Feel my life slip away,
More every day
Should I take a small vacation?
Just so I don’t lose my mind?
Would it make for more frustration,
Falling behind?
Total this, count the cost
Everyone thinks that I’m the boss
But I’m not, what a shock
I may smile, but I don’t know squat
Start to shake, coffee break
When my eyeballs start to ache
I would walk out the door,
But who’d mind the store?
Should I make life less demanding?
Look for some way to break free?
Work for someone understanding?
Someone like me?
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14. |
On, On, On, On
02:12
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Instrumental
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