1. |
This Amazing Hat
04:08
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“In which a vagabond finds a new headpiece, and new confidence.”
In the summer
In the city
In a dumpster in the street
That's where I found it
I looked around me
And there was no-one to be seen
I took a breath
I took a dive
I felt the trash and I felt alive
This is how it started
Next morning
Sunday morning
Feel different to the core
I don't remember
Whatever happened
I'm not myself and I'm not sure
Get on my feet
I touch my head
I feel the hat, I feel so fine
Tell us 'bout the hat now
So black
So high
Even the heat don't dare
Look me in the eye
Round edge
Smooth sides
I'm the king of tramps now baby
Watch me as I fly
This hat is an amazing hat
Keeps me warm while I still look cool
From a bum straight to a real class act
Stylish and sweet
He's the king of the street
Black Betty
Raw Freddy
Fat Ed and mr. Chang
My new minions
My hat companions
We've invented our own slang
It's my domain
You don't complain
You pick the street I name the price
Now we're getting somewhere
Conclusion
A great fusion
Of function and of style
I was a no-one
But now I'm someone
And I will be for some while
A pimp pope
A bum boss
A tyrant tramp, a cool clochard
Tell us 'bout the hat now
So black
So high
Even the heat don't dare
Look me in the eye
Round edge
Smooth sides
I'm the king of tramps now baby
Watch me as I fly
This hat is an amazing hat
Keeps me warm while I still look cool
From a bum straight to a real class act
Stylish and sweet
He's the king of the street
We are walking the streets
To the sound of the beat
Everybody wants to see the hat
It’s black and tall, and cooler than y’all
A sight you won’t forget
I’m like a gorilla, with a roar like Godzilla
When I’m walking down my turf
I smite the few, that don’t do like I do
So you better not get on my nerves
Like a big scary bat with a sizeable hat
I’m soaring in the dark of the night
I got nothing to fear, got nothing to do
I guess that’s quite alright
This is the end of the song,
And I’d love to go on
But we’re running out of time
If you like this beat just press ‘repeat’
And you’re gonna be just fine
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2. |
It's a Dirty Job
03:11
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“In which a monarch undervalues his privileges, and dreams of the simple life.”
I’m thinking of a major break
A furlough from this daily grind
I’m thinking bout some R & R in Spain
A weekend kicking balls and stuff
Relieved from my old reign
This crown drives me insane
It’s a dirty job
But someone’s got to do it
Sure it looks like fun
Though there’s really not much to it
Taking heads and lands
Maidens and taxes
Wearing custom made costumes
And free Disneyland access
Shooting craps with the Pontiff,
Though he’s quite the boring dude
I wish I was a worthless peon just like you
I’m aching for a holiday
A beach resort in Koh Samui
I’m dreaming of bikinis in the sand
No whippings for a day or nine
No jousts and no crusades
Just Thai Sabais in spades
It’s a dirty job
But someone’s got to do it
Sure it looks like fun
Though there’s really not much to it
Taking heads and lands
Maidens and taxes
Wearing custom made costumes
And free Disneyland access
Shooting craps with the Pontiff,
Though he’s quite the boring dude
I wish I was a worthless peon just like you
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“In which a young couple takes desperate measures to dodge the WWII draft.”
The Voice of America
Whispers in our ears
“All tough boys
Go pack your bags”
A message in a grimmish tone
We, for now, ignore
I light another Chesterfield
Look to the skies, and we relax
Yes
I wish that time stood still
Dear
Go gather our bags
All we need is a little bit of luck
A Cadillac
And a small amount of bucks
We’ll stay at the Last Frontier
Mexico’s close
Yes we’ll roam the Strip
On the down low for a while
Play Caribbean stud
While you flirt and wink and smile
In the evening we’ll be free
Gone to Merida
We hide in a damp motel
Lit by neonlight
Close the door
And catch our breath
We’d fight if there’d be time for that
Instead we hug and sigh
I light my final Chesterfield
Stare at the door, and we relax
Yes
I wish that time stood still
Dear
Grab all that is left
All we need is a little bit of luck
A Hillman Minx
And a small amount of bucks
We’ll drive to that last frontier
Mexico’s close
Yes we’ll drive on down
US highway 95
Entertain some men
I take pictures for their wives
In the morning we’ll be free
Gone to Merida
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4. |
Fright Night
04:23
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“In which a couple brings home a nice memento from Italy,
and inadvertently summons the dark army.”
I thought I told you
To be careful with that book
It’s smelling funny
And I'm frightened by its looks
Old crusted pages
And a blood-red colored print
Ghastly looking pictures
That keep changing with each glimpse
Now you can hear the people screaming
On Magnolia Boulevard
There's no use for fancy hideouts:
They can smell just where you are
Where exactly did they come from?
Shirley, we will never know
But now you've lit that cosmic beacon
It's a safe bet where they'll go
Yeay it's
Fright Night
Feel the heat
Something’s clawing
At my feet
Strange emissions
A thousand eyes
Sudden death comes as no surprise
When we entered
That old shady antique store
I had a feeling
That I never felt before
The crippled owner
With the missing upper lip
Told us stories of old writers
With satanic partnerships
As on obscure souvenir
From this ancient part of Rome
There was not much need for sno-globes
So we purchased that old tome
For 6 dollar 66
It was a bargain sure as hell
And we left while being stared at
By the freaky clientele
Yeay it's
Fright Night
Feel the heat
Something’s clawing
At my feet
Strange emissions
A thousand eyes
Sudden death comes as no surprise
Now we’re stuck here
In this shelter underground
Feeding on the exotic mushrooms
That I found
They bring us visions
Of depression and defeat
But that surely can’t be worse
Than all those freaks that roam the streets
While you try to figure out
If the barricade will hold
I am contemplating methods
To defeat this evil horde
Then suddenly it’s freezing
We drop our coffee to the floor
Sprinting for our secret exit
‘Cause they’re knocking at our door
Yeay it's
Fright Night
Feel the heat
Something’s clawing
At my feet
Strange emissions
A thousand eyes
Sudden death comes as no surprise
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5. |
Ming Zhao Paradise
04:25
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“In which a naive tourist earns herself a one-way ticket to a Chinese detention complex.”
Sue walked around
Smile on her face
West-Beijing airport
Was a wonderful place
Plenty of shoppin’
Prizes a droppin’
While the planes rose into the air
It was extraordinaire
Welcome to Customs
Can we check your bags
You see one of them’s moving
And I think I see legs
You know it’s illegal
To smuggle small people
Animals and Asian chairs
Put your hands in the air
Welcome to the Ming Zhao paradise
Where the kicks are for free
The restrooms are communist
So you share them with three
Take your time to browse the menu
You can pick your own disease
You’ll see that our service is very nice
You may pick how we whip
There’s plenty mosquitos
For the entire trip
Everybody’s loving our regime
Flash back some hours
To the animal shop
If you’re in Beijing
‘Tis the place you must stop
Sue bought Chihuahuas
Three Dalai Lamas
And a wagonload of Asian stools
Now we know she’s a fool
Welcome to the Ming Zhao paradise
Where the kicks are for free
The restrooms are communist
So you share them with three
Take your time to browse the menu
you can pick your own disease
You’ll see that our service is very nice
You may pick how we whip
There’s plenty mosquitos
For the entire trip
Everybody’s loving our regime
At night you hear the chains a-janglin’
The muted screams you know so well
It reeks of sulphur
Of fire and brimstone
It’s oh so swell!
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6. |
Jet Set Dream
04:55
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“In which a former lover turns up to prevent a hypergamous marriage from happening.”
Send a postcard to L.A.
Addressed to all your girlfriends
“It's passé”
Jack popped the groom
Restyled the room
Francois wasn't without faults
At least he had
His private shopping mall
But not a gun
And too much rum
You better scream
For your daddy
Say goodbye
To your jet set dream
Au revoir
Tear up your dress
Burn the pieces
Light the sky
Your happy honeymoon has
Ditched the bride
Mommy's lifted cheeks turned red
While all the guests
And pricey barmaids fled
“So sad for me”
No bon party
Then he looked you in the eye
He grew some wings
And flew into the sky
What sweet revenge
You cursed in French
You better scream
For your daddy
Say goodbye
To your jet set dream
Au revoir
Tear up your dress
Burn the pieces
Light the sky
Your happy honeymoon has
Ditched the bride
Life is so cruel
They win, you lose
Don't fret I say
Things get worse
The more you pay
Send a letter from Hawaii
“A change of plans of plans
Start looking for a guy”
Success depends
On these demands:
Twenty Gold Cards and a boat
Rolls Royce, a plane
A garden house that floats
Nice hair, slick moves
And bulletproof
Bulletproof
You better scream
For your daddy
Say goodbye
To your jet set dream
Au revoir
Tear up your dress
Burn the pieces
Light the sky
Your happy honeymoon has
Ditched the bride
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7. |
Goodnight Suzanna
03:43
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“In which a woman turns out to be too intense of a personality for our protagonist.”
It lasted seventeen days
And I’m still amazed I got that far
To her life was like a race
With my sanity as the finish line
She was a metaphor for more
An angular curve
No nerve
No fear
My dear
I can’t hold on
Goodbye
I’ll miss you my dear
Farewell
Etcetera
Good night, Suzanna
It’s been one hell of a ride
Italian opera seems tame
Compared to you
She had a beautiful place
A nice use of space and time
There we made love on the floor
From seven to four
What more could you want?
I drank more coffee than was fun
But still I was gone
So stunned
So beat
This heat
I can’t hold on
Goodbye
I’ll miss you my dear
Farewell
Etcetera
Good night, Suzanna
It’s been one hell of a ride
Italian opera seems tame
Compared to you
Oh Suzanna,
This been going on too long
I didn’t realise
That everything could go wrong
When I hold you in my arms
Disaster with a charm, oh!
Goodbye
I’ll miss you my dear
Farewell
Etcetera
Good night, Suzanna
It’s been one hell of a ride
Italian opera seems tame
Compared to you
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8. |
House of Leaves
04:39
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“In which a young father sees the benefits of living in a haunted, space-defying mansion.”
Inspired by Mark Z. Danielewski’s novel ‘House of Leaves’.
Our house
Is a creepy house
Expanding without growing
Our house
Is a spooky house
It’s insides overflowing
It moves
When you look away
It’s blueprints wrong upon review
Our house
Is an evil house
And it’s looking to get you
Our home
Is an awkward home
I’ve got miles of tape to prove it
We’ve tried
To explore its depths
To find the evil and remove it
We felt
Like true pioneers
Drawing maps guided by thread
Our home
Is an endless home
And I fear it wants us dead
While the spiral staircase
Twists and winds
And this mansion’s dread
Invades our minds
I can’t help but think
There’s finally room for a pool
In this House of Leaves
This house
This uncanny house
I have kinda grown to dig it
Though bleak
And diabolical
There’s a million ways to rig it
A spa
And a tennis court
A labyrinth for kids to play
This house
Holds a thousand ways
To keep you busy when you stay
While the spiral staircase
Twists and turns
And we wake up badly
Bruised and burnt
We can now accommodate
My mother-in-law
In this House of Leaves
At night I go in drifting
Counting sheep and Minotaurs
I dance to songs of echo
And I read footnotes for hours
For hours!
My house
My amazing house
I can talk ‘bout it for ages
I write
And I document
Aiming for a million pages
The kids
Like to hide and seek
I haven’t seen them for a while
My house
My fantastic house
It never fails to make me smile
While the spiral staircase
Twists and dives
And an unseen terror
Wants our lives
I am glad we’re able to
Adopt some more cats
In this House of Leaves
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9. |
The Sirens of Titan
05:01
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“In which the luckiest man on earth parts with his current life,
to party down with the galaxy’s finest girls.”
Inspired by Kurt Vonnegut’s novel ‘The Sirens of Titan’.
Take me to Mercury, and beyond
Past the shooting stars
Via Martian wars
Astral avatars
And so on
Cleanse me from memories of the past
Of my lucky days
And mischievous ways
And my lack of grace
When I’ll arrive
I’ll finally feel alive
Oh the Sirens of Titan
Hook me up with the right one
Black, white and golden skin
I don’t know where to begin
Curvy hips in a vacuum
Hold your breath and go get ‘em
This is deep-space party time
It’s out of this world
Make me a puppet in your plan
Rearrange my life
Born again through strife
And a brand new wife
‘Cause you can
Give me my final days in space
I’ll relax and all
In my Taj Mahal
Watch the girls play ball
If I’ll survive
I’ll finally feel alive
Oh the Sirens of Titan
Hook me up with the right one
Black, white and golden skin
I don’t know where to begin
Pretty girls that are weightless
Never more I’ll be dateless
This is deep-space party time
It’s out of this world
Oh the Sirens of Titan
Hook me up with the right one
I said black, white and golden skin
I don’t know where to begin
Curvy hips in a vacuum
Hold your breath and go get ‘em
This is deep-space party time
Pretty girls that are weightless
I will never be dateless
This is deep-space
Zero-gravity boobies
This ain’t no game for newbies
This is deep-space
Chrono-synclastic hooters
And quantum computers
This is deep-space
Astronomical cuties
Blowing licks on their fluties
This is deep-space
Sexy space señoritas
And black hole margaritas
This is deep-space party time
It’s out of this world
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10. |
OASIS
04:35
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"In which a man longs to reconnect with a former lover, through cyberspace."
Inspired by Ernest Kline's novel 'Ready Player One'.
We screamed
We cried
We fought most every day
We took the love we both created
And let it slip away
I don't remember what you feel like
Or how you sound these days
But when I'm sad
Or down
Or lonely
I only want to say:
Let's slip into the OASIS
And have some private time
We'll chill and play some music
Sweet music
In this dream sublime
No touch
Is real
And yet it feels so true
A world composed of rays and vectors
Of green and red and blue
Not bothered by our true appearance
We'll reboot our own past
A wishful thought
But worth pursuing
While hoping for the best
Let's slip into the OASIS
And have some private time
We'll chill and play some music
Sweet music
In this dream sublime
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