1. |
Feeling My Oats
03:28
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There’s no kangaroo that I can’t out jump
No camel’s back that I can’t out hump
No pelican I can’t out swoop
No Campbell’s can I can’t out soup
No bird’s and bees I can’t out fly
No Socrates that I can’t out “Why?”
No pirate’s crew I can’t out ship
No there ain’t no shroom that I can’t out trip
When I’m tapped in
And I’m feeling my oats
There ain’t no player I can’t outplay
ain’t no fish I can’t filet
No and no bartender I can’t outpour
No there ain’t no fencer I can’t out sword
There’s no calculator I can’t out divide
No Darth Vader I can’t out dark-side
And there ain’t no lock I can’t out pick
And there ain’t no cock I can’t out dick
When I’m tapped in
And I’m feeling my oats
When I feel that funky breeze
Oh lordy if I die then please
Oh won’t you reincarnate me now
As a drum kicking the beat
Cmon
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2. |
Murder
03:37
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I got a sinister knife
Cutting right through my heart and my soul
I’ve been committing the crime in my mind
Every time I’m alone
If they only knew what I think
They would send my ass to the shrink
If they only knew what I think
They would send my ass to a hospital bed
Strait-jacketed
Where well trained nurses
Would fill me with meds
Ba-na-na-na-na-na-hey-yeah!
I’m dialing the line of the best private eye on the phone
Hoping he’ll find why the gun at my spine is my own
If they only knew what I think
They would send my ass to the shrink
If they only knew what I think
They would send my ass to a hospital bed
Strait-jacketed
Where well trained nurses
Would fill me with meds
Ba-na-na-na-na-na-hey-yeah!
Where is my poem
When my rhythms are not one?
Where is my soul
Can you prove that I got one?
Where is my home
When I’m stumbling empty and vacant?
It feels like murder
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3. |
The Monkey
04:44
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Whose that grabbing the remote?
Whose that dressing like the pope?
Whose that fiending for a toke?
Whose that swinging from a rope?
Ooh hoo in the monkeys I behold
Ooh hoo the shape of my own soul
But the only thing I got now left to show
Are these knuckles that all used to hang so low
Well the monkey don’t die he’s waiting for the moment to own
And the vine that he rides still swings in the valley below
So don’t you go lying like the lion was the king of the code
When the monkey was the mind kicking jive in the jungles of old
Boy you’ve got to differentiate the real
No sense tripping on your own damn peel
Whose that Singing with the band?
Whose that trying to understand?
Whose that following command?
Whose that trying to be the man?
(Chorus)
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4. |
The Maharishi
06:30
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Hearing it through a cheap Kazoo
Its only advertising evil creams
Hey are you’re waking up?
All the Fish have slit their wrists in
Suicide beside the trash filled sea
Hey are you waking up yet?
The Maharishi was an old man
The Maharishi came and told them
Take a breath and let it go and
You’ll find a spiritual world
But hear the honking of the horns and
See people fretting on their phones and
How’re we supposed to find the Om in
This hysterical world?
People walking around like they’re all on a mission
People talking about how it’s too loud to listen
People looking around for that something they’re missing
But don’t you ask em about what there’s no time to mention
Penchanting piles of pedophiles
Typing with hands in pants and curtains down
Hey are you waking up yet?
Botox your smile in the grocery aisle
Where those astounded crowds are hounding clowns
Hey are you waking up?
The Maharishi was an old man
The Maharishi came and told them
Take a breath and let it go and
You’ll find a spiritual world
But hear the honking of the horns and
See people fretting on their phones and
How’re we supposed to find the Om in
This hysterical world?
People walking around like they’re all on a mission
People talking about how it’s too loud to listen
People looking around for that something they’re missing
But don’t you ask em about what there’s no time to mention
Why don’t you
Do what you’re doing
If it feels all right while you’re doing it
Oh why don’t you go
Say what you’re saying if it feels all right
While you’re saying it
Oh why don’t you just
Go where you’re going
If it feels all right while you’re going
Be what you’re being
If it feels all right while you’re being it
Oh why don't you just
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5. |
Machetes Of Gold
02:51
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Machetes of Gold by my side when I’m alone
It’s my friend it’s my guide it’s the only thing I own
And you there in the blue chair Im’a tell you till you’re told
That it’s better when you sever with machetes made of gold
You say you’ve got a steel one that your grandpa used in Nam
But truth be told it is not gold and therefore’s not the bomb
Machetes of gold don’t ask why you never knowed
Back in grade school when they gave you those opinions that you hold
And you there looking too square let me tell you what I know
It’s a pleasure when you sever with machetes made of gold
You say you’ve seen a sharp one when the gardener trims the hedge
But rest assured I’d still prefer the blade with golden edge
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6. |
Strangle, the Onion Boy
03:47
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Well you’re back in the shit hole
you’ve got to get a grip
you can’t go jumping the ship
before you make the shore
this i know
the edge of a cliff is waiting for…
for you to slip
into that blackened abyss
and if you do then that’s it
so tell your shoes and toes to mind the road
and all this i say to me although
it’s in one ear and it’s out the other now
I let my body go
and give in to the flow
just where this road is going
i can’t say that I know
Just blow on the dice and let it roll
let your body go
and give in to the flow
and just be who you are
cause you can be no more
and you know this for sure
Well i’ll tell you the trick
is in the flick of the wrist
go find a wastebasket bin
take a breath and cast away your past
into the can and turn and go
time and again
you’ll catch that fist in the chin
but don’t let that stop you friend
cheap shots are always par
for the course we are
and all this i say to me although
it’s the one ear and it’s out the other now
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Hey
you’re never gonna be
sitting on a swing
cause there ain’t a swing in the apple tree
someone on a mission
called a politician
and they took the old thing down now ooh yea
well you know you know they’re gonna take it down
if they wanna take it down
hey
isn’t it a shame
you’ll never spend a day
sitting in the shade of the apple tree
someone from the factory
called a lumberjack and he
came and cut the old thing down now
well you know you know they’re gonna take it down
if they wanna take it down
hey sitting in the street
fiending for a drink
fainting from the heat cause we got no trees
some kind of committee
came up with a city
and they turned the blue sky brown now ooh yea
hey floating on a raft
baby don’t you laugh
don’t you know my home’s in the deep blue sea?
someone in the white house
melted all the ice now
all that i can do is drown now ooh yea
and you know when all the shit’s going down
canada’s the town
grab a pink beach towel
for the extinct owl
surf’s up for every eskimo
hang 10 you better get your board-shorts now
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8. |
Bootstraps
03:10
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Why you gotta brainstorm
all about your rainstorm brother?
let your days shine on
are you gonna stay stuck
thinking about your bad luck lover
for your whole life long?
it’s insane but the game will go hopelessly wrong
when you think you’ve got life by the balls in your palm
all the same all this pain you will get through it all
don’t forget it when you fall
when’d you go decide life
should always be defined by another?
sing your own damn song
why are you drinking O.E.,
fronting like we don’t need each other
when that’s all we’ve got
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9. |
Jetplane
03:16
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oh Jet plane high in the sky where you move
oh Jet plane skywrite some thing that will soothe
this ragged world below as you go.
now I’ve wondered ten million miles in my mind
and I’ve pondered how life without love
is a vacant hell that feels like dying,
no I ain’t lying.
and I wonder if I’m far from the truth
cause I don’t have a clue
how the hell you’re supposed to
keep your cool
emotions get the best of me
it’s true
emotions get the best of me and you
oh jet plane high in the sky where you live
oh jet plane skywrite something that would give
some hope to the sinking ship we’ve been sailing in
now I long for something no left brain could know
cause I know no type of fact books or figures could
show you the light inside your soul
now ain’t that so
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10. |
Escopeta De Amor
03:14
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El Cupido que me disparrò no
Usò una fletcha
Usò una escopeta de amor
Mi corazòn es la rana que salta
Para ti mas alta y alta
Hasta la tierra se falta
Y yo vuelo a los nubes
Y en los nubes arriba yo veo
Una angel que da me beseos
Y yo digo a ella que creo
Que son mas dulces los de mi amor
No soy florista ni jardinero
Pero yo se que cuando veo
Flores son bella pero
No son mas bella que mi amor
Y estoy seloso de sus vestidos
Sus abrigos son mis enamigos
Porque siempre lo que necesito
Es sentir el calor de su piel
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Why you gotta brainstorm
All about your rainstorm brother?
Let your days shine on
Are you gonna stay stuck
Thinking about your bad luck lover
For your whole life long?
It’s insane but the game will go hopelessly wrong
When you think you’ve got life by the balls in your palm
All the same all this pain you will get through it all
Don’t forget it when you fall
When’d you go decide life
Should always be defined by another?
Sing your own damn song
Why are you drinking O.E.,
Fronting like we don’t need each other
When that’s all we’ve got
Oh you’ll get your hopes so high
You’re bound to bang your head
On that anvil in the sky that
Conquers all your sense
And when you fall don’t fear them skulls
That counsel you to quit
Strap your boots and kick those bastards
Right back where they’ve been
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The Atma Los Angeles, California
A brazen mix of psychedelic-street-funk and soul-punk-philosophy, The Atma was an L.A. based power trio that never quite managed to catch their big break in spite of some very promising music. Best known for their quirky, edgy, and unapologetic style, the band’s recordings still attract new followers to this day. ... more
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