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« on: May 04, 2005, 09:15:00 AM »
Butthole surfers - mexican carivan


Take me
Mexican Caravan
South of
South of the Rio Grande
Take me to that amigo town
Where I can score some of that heroin brown
Take me
Mexican Caravan
South of
South of anywhere you can
Push me in through the garbage can
Teach this white boy to be Mexican
Take me
Mexican Caravan
Let's score some of that heroin
You know the way to make the white boy say
Make me Mexican
Take me
Mexican Caravan
Push me into the Rio Grande
You know the way to make the white boy say
Make me Mexican
Take me
Take me
Take me
Take me Mexican Caravan!
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« Reply #1 on: May 04, 2005, 09:45:00 AM »
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't give a fuck about the FBI
I don't give a fuck about the CIA
I don't give a fuck about ??????
I don't give a fuck about anything
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I don't care what you want me to say
I don't give a fuck about it anyway
I don't give a fuck about the whole damn thing
I don't give a fuck about LSD..

I don't care who you want me to be
I don't care what you want me to see
I could give a fuck about who I am
I could give a shit about me and them
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't give a fuck about you mom and your dad
I don't give a fuck about the things you had
I don't give a fuck about the way you do
All I ever fuckin' think about is you
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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« Reply #2 on: May 04, 2005, 07:47:00 PM »
And all the sailors who were junkies
All went sailing out to sea
And the white man sold quaaludes to the monkeys
And they all died high up in the trees

And all the teachers who were flunkies
They all taught you and me
And the white men, I`ll be goddamned if they`re
Still selling quaaludes to the monkeys
And they?re all, you and me, dying high up in the trees
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« Reply #3 on: May 04, 2005, 07:48:00 PM »
Now, this here story is the story of John Exczeuter Muthor Smoke,
And its for his Mom, its about his Mom,
Its about the Chicken Ranch they had in Southern Utah,
Any they grown the fingernail of a nun, like I have spoken to you before,
This song is with love, its for love, its about love, its a negating love,
Its with hate,its not about hate, its love, love is love,
And its about John.E Smoke and his Mom and the baby they had.

Johnny was a little lesbian midget boy,
but he stood ten foot tall with a thermo-nuclear device.

Johnny left home before he was born.
A huge Indian teepee had appeared out of Johnnys earlobe,
He didnt know why.
It spoke French and half-Dutch,
Perhaps the teepee was from Belgium,
We dont know.
All of a sudden Johnny had no reasoning
His life was a tremglescwitch
What is a tremglescwitch?
A way of life that Johnny only knew
And there was no telling how much he knew or how little
Because Johnny was a lesbian,
A shoplifter,
A drag queen,
And a surgeon,
A heart surgeon of love.

Pretty soon Johnny was a Chinese Emporer
He owned seventeen 7-11s which were convenince stores,
Known only in the United States.
Johnny sold cocaine, marujuana and alcohol,
A lot of things Johnny said he didnt understand himself,
When a tattoo of Jesus on his chest would occaisionally rise three feet above his body,
And play poker with him,
Not knowing what to do,
Johnny would bid high,
Jesus would raise him a little,
Johnny would come back and say,
"What have ya got Christ"
Christ would say
"The Ace of Spades"
Johnny was confused again
A lot of litagation went down
Johnny became a black person,
Then an Indian,
And wandered through California,
Got him a trip.............
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« Reply #4 on: May 04, 2005, 08:13:00 PM »
Pardon me
I`m only bleeding
But you cut me
To the bone
My imperfections
Have reduced you
To a lowly
Animal

A part of me
Was introduced to you
Then it walked right
Out the door
And tonight
You`re probally feeding
Like a Human
Cannonball

It used to be
That loving you
Was easy
Unrestrained
But now
I`m only bleeding
But i`m loving
Only pain

Pardon me
I`m only bleeding
But you cut me
To the bone
And tonight
You`re probally feeding
Like a Human
Cannonball
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« Reply #5 on: May 04, 2005, 08:15:00 PM »
Well, I dont know what
Well, I dont know who
I dont know where or when
Well, I dont know him
And I don?t know they
Well, I dont know thick or thin

Landing in empty parking lots
In deserted discount stores
Negro Observers
Are landing by the scores
Talking down in their low-rider cars
From Pluto, Venus, and Mars
Negro Observers
Are counting heads in singles bars

Walking up and down the empty boulevard
Negro Observers
With muscles that are very hard
Walking up and down and a falling everywhere
Negro Observers flying through the air
And they don?t know what goes on
But the Negro Observers are big and strong
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« Reply #6 on: May 04, 2005, 08:26:00 PM »
Take me
Break me
Tell me a good one
And maybe i`ll cry
Go with me
Show me
Tell me a good one
And maybe i`ll die

Lately i`ve been dancing in ceiling fans
Into  the kitchen, and out the back gate
Well I know it sounds strange
But It could be the other way
Round to the ground where I know I must stay

Take me
Break me
Tell me a good one
And maybe i`ll cry
Go with me
Show me
Tell me a good one
And maybe i`ll die
 
Lately i`ve been dancing in ceiling fans
Circled in secrets and playing a game
Well I know it sounds strange
But It could be the other way
Round in a town where they don`t know your name
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« Reply #7 on: May 05, 2005, 12:08:00 AM »
Oh there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in
There's a hole in his brain where his mind should've been
When he starts talkin' backwards your head starts to spin
And he really freaks me out when he peels off his skin, yow!
Oh there's a creep in the cellar with his hands in the air
And he lies to his mother but she doesn't care
When the fists are flying backwards and the ballroom is bare
Cause the turkey's talkin' backwards, it'll raise up your hair
Oh there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let...in
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« Reply #8 on: May 05, 2005, 12:13:00 AM »
Funeral held for the depression of man
Holds the key to his own death
Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived
Tighten the tourniquet around your neck

Sifting away the debris of hated life
Cold touch of death begins to chill your spine
Seeking life beyond your perishment
Repeating words echoing through your mind

Chanting lines of blind witchery
To save yourself from extinction
Wanting to die is your reason to live
New life born from the oppressed

Taste your blood as it trickles through the air
Another casualty beyond the shadows you fall
Losing ground, the fate you feel it draws near
Fatality, reality, you await the final call

My sinful glare at nothing holds thoughts of death behind it
Skeletons in my mind commence tearing at my sanity
Vessels in my brain carry death until my birth
Come and die with me forever
Share insanity

Do you want to die!

The waves of blood are rushing near, pounding at the walls of lies
Turning off my sanity, reaching back into my mind
Non-rising body from the grave showing new reality
What I am, what I want, I'm only after death
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« Reply #9 on: May 09, 2005, 10:42:00 AM »
Studied mathematics at Berkeley
Now I don't like society
Got me a little old shack in the woods
Gonna mail you out some explosive goods

CHORUS:
La da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da

REPEAT CHORUS

They say my brother is insane and simple
But he lives in West Texas in a hole in the ground
I'm the only bomber that you'll ever need
Keep the commie Californians from repressing me

REPEAT CHORUS x2

(Spoken:)
Alright here we go, let's get those commies
Don't forget the queers
and their intellectual allies

REPEAT CHORUS x2

REPEAT VERSE 1

REPEAT CHORUS x2
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« Reply #10 on: May 15, 2005, 09:50:00 PM »
While the music played you worked by candlelight
Those San Francisco nights
You were the best in town
Just by chance you crossed the diamond with the pearl
You turned it on the world
That's when you turned the world around
Did you feel like Jesus
Did you realize
That you were a champion in their eyes
On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene
But yours was kitchen clean
Everyone stopped to stare at your technicolor motor home
Every A-Frame had your number on the wall
You must have had it all
You'd go to L.A. on a dare
And you'd go it alone
Could you live forever
Could you see the day
Could you feel your whole world fall apart and fade away


CHORUS:
Get along, get along Kid Charlemagne
Get along Kid Charlemagne

Now your patrons have all left you in the red
Your low rent friends are dead
This life can be very strange
All those dayglow freaks who used to paint the face
They've joined the human race
Some things will never change
Son you were mistaken
You are obsolete
Look at all the white men on the street

CHORUS

Clean this mess up else we'll all end up in jail
Those test tubes and the scale
Just get them all out of here
Is there gas in the car
Yes, there's gas in the car
I think the people down the hall
Know who you are

Careful what you carry
'Cause the man is wise
You are still an outlaw in their eyes

CHORUS
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« Reply #11 on: May 16, 2005, 10:07:00 AM »
Walking down the street
I can feel the tension
Everybody on me
Like I'm some kinda suspect
It's gotten me to thinkin'
Life's some kinda survival
Hell, that'll be the day
When love is my rival
Get me on a plane
To the Himalayas
I'll find a little ruby
To waste my time with and...

Paint me a picture
And make it the devil
We'll run down the hole if
The roof ain't level

Domino
Domino

Well, I'm shit outta luck today man
Now I'm callin' in my favors
Seems that I can't chew on whipped cream
Without me wakin' up some neighbor who'll...

Paint me a picture
And make it the devil
We'll run down the hole if
The roof ain't level
Domino's fallin'
Black spiders spinnin'
The white gloves flashin'
And I ain't winnin'

Domino
Domino
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« Reply #12 on: May 16, 2005, 10:14:00 AM »
John Brown
Bring him down
Pull his body
To the ground
Left him up
For long enough
Let me be
The baby gruff (let the billy walk the bridge)
John Brown
Bring him down
Pull his body
To the ground

Holiday, holiday
I declare a holiday
Holiday, holiday
No matter what the doctors say
Holiday, holiday
We pull John down
At noon today
Tomorrorw day, nothing rings
Nothing rings and nothing brings
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« Reply #13 on: May 17, 2005, 02:59:00 PM »
I was askin'
For two dollars
Two shots
To Kill the King

"If you really love me
And you're thinking of me
You'd do just about anything"


It happened on a sunday
The liqour stores were closed
Thank heaven for the blue laws
We were swimmin' in out sunday clothes

I was askin'
For two dollars
To cook up somethin' cheap
I was shakin' like the rabbit
That was hangin' from her teeth

"And in many degrees of heat
The fire looked at the meat
And said 'if I cook you
The least you can do
Is lay there and be sweet' "


Call the fire in winter
When it snows it won't be cold
Call the wind in summer
If the salt should reign as gold

Eraticus
Kill the King
Magantas
Kill the King
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« Reply #14 on: May 17, 2005, 10:01:00 PM »
support the power of women
use the power of man
support the flower of women
use the word:
fuck
the word is love

support the power of women
use the power of man
support the flower of women
use the word:
fuck
the word is
love

there's a new girl in your life
long red wavy hair
green green lips and purple eyes
skinny hips and big brown breasts
hanging on your wall
one end slit the other's ripped

support the power of women
use the power of man
support the flower of women
use the word
fuck
the word is love

support the power of women
use the flower of man

use the power of women
use the word
fuck
the word is love
use the word
support the power of women
use the power of man
support the flower of women
use the word
fuck

the word is love

use the word
fuck
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