Scared out of My Shoes (I-sore 5" Club #1) Jan 1995
before it could
i set fire the day after
those guts and stuff
i was as tired as I'll ever be
and it's not that i'm nuts
like some crazy colostomy
but it's probably lust
watch it pinhead, don't hit me
what goes on in my mind
i know it's wrong but it still feels fine
i'm sorry i'm just a little tipsy
and i can't stand the sound
this as it feels
it's a chipper material
it's part of the deal
i can't do it for nothing-darnit let's dance
if it's possible for you to see
is it something spooky inside of me
and i want it for real
watch it pinhead, don't hit me
scared out of my shoes
An Open Fresca (Thump Audio 1) 1992
A Moist Towelette (Thump Audio 1) 1992
Nine (Merge 048) 1993
Doodoodoochedoodoochedoodelee...
And if you don't mind
you little friend of mine
we could climb to the top
of the hill by the shrine
follwing defined
this candy covered lime
i could lick every inch
of your skin by the time
CHORUS:
mmm get along just fine
our clocks keep perfect time
if you'd raise your glasses
then i'd lower mine
you're boyfriend's really kind
could be a friend of mine
i just wish i was him
when your hand touches mine
it's like a flashy sign
too bad i'm fuckin' blind
i assume if i'm patient
it will work out just in time
CHORUS
about the party line
totally yellow vine
lady's night has been set
but i don't you will find
the thing is on my spine
my head on your behind
we could play in the yard
silhouettes we'll find
CHORUS
Moody Fucker (Merge 048) 1993
I used to smile most any day
I'm a moody fucker
and what about the other night
when i got pissed at you
CHORUS:
i don't want to cry no more
how 'bout you
I got a lot of sleep last night
i'm a moody fucker
now i got a lot to live for
i don't care anymore
what do i do?
i don't have to cry no more
CHORUS
i've had a lot of time to think
'bout the things that i've thought of
now i'm pounding on the brink
to be a moody fucker
CHORUS
I'm a moody fucker...
My Cliche (Sunday Driver 02) 1994
i type at will?
knobby nose
take my pillow when i'm well
ain't i nice
you see it's mind over meal
and it's trying still
if you're trying for me
maybe you could try and listen to
my cliche
and i said you
you got these pictures
you know them
each as each other
'cause i'm kind of ashamed
to be leavin' all i've gained
here she be leavin' me nice
way beyond this sacrifice
my cliche
bring me a vodka on ice
even i can't pay that price
i've got these pictures of you
being nice at the same time
my cliche
i've been talking to you and i've been talking to you
quick there goes my mind
dry bones and blisters
it's these little things, little things
that made me cry
leave me at will
it's these little things we all feel
i've got something to say
and it will not go away
my cliche
Loretta Lung (Sunday Driver 02) 1994
Soaky In the Pooper (Merge 066) 1994
Soaky in the Pooper
Standing in a stupor by the tank
better call the super
as I grip the towel rack for strength
studied all these cracks before
stuff the towel beneath the door
crawling up all upon the floor
and wait for it to pass
Hear the faucet dripping
as his brain is slipping into mud
man I think he's tripping
better pull his head out of the bowl
and as the ceiling starts to bleed
he carefully begins to read
the label on the toilet seat
it's like warning of some kind
As his face turns bluish
and his eyes roll back into his head
the funeral was Jewish
all the mourners traveled in one car
they remembered he had said
you're never lonely when you're dead
and as the final rights were read
the angels start to sing
Soaky in the pooper
Two Kittens Don't Make a Puppy (Merge 066) 1994
It's Impossible (Contrast International, Belgium) 1994
because you are an evil breed
and you feel the need
you are impossible
you play with it between your knees
with your face at me
unhurtable
CHORUS:
women will kill you
why do you kill me
i was a baby
oh on and on...
my burden is between us two
but I still say it's you
it's just impossible
get down and then you drive around
out to the edge of town
it's just impossible
when i want it
i know it's evil still
when will you want me
when i try and i try...
evil flowers
flat on your back
there's no secret
oh on and on...
you finally see it's time
and all you see is mine
it's just negotiable
it's time you're really right
not just some oversight
it's just impossible
CHORUS
I Can Hardly Spell My Name (Bloodsucker 19846) 1995
teardrops form a shadow
this tongue starts to waggle
that's a lovely dress ya'll
and oh that's just teachin'
Chorus:
and it's not true you know
you swear and all by yourself
as time delivers for a while now
this may not appeal to you
but i can hardly spell my name
a siamese beside his lowly also?
and i've been waiting all my life
in spite of this arrangement
moderation on vacation
it's time we all settled down
Chorus
Your Life as a Sequel (Mute America 7003-7) 1995
should i know your place
and my place or undiscovered
through a curtain or refinery
not certain or temporary
i should be more considerate
of the others on call
is the day to day opportunity
that is my life
a beautiful case
of the unspoiled race
which can enter your race
quite unknowing
for certain there are no
real changes in the original
outtakes of your life
as a sequel
unsuccessful too
dumb again
walleyed and wounded
in the capital city
under tense evaluation
does that have anything to do with dissolving
my star has put my life
under the greatest of scrutiny
a balancing place
between your nose and your face
a consolidated center
of learning
making up offers
of considerable cost
which can enter your life
as a sequel
Smuckers (Mute America 7003-7) 1995
well suckers and smuckers
wake up you little fuckers
weaving in and out of truckers
trying to write a letter home
yes i should have stood in bed
with loretta lynn in my head
that's me I'm smelling like a rose
waking up in filthy clothes
CHORUS
and where have they gone
that's where i'll be
i'll hang around
come play with me
i developed a rash
i've kept my cash
we're keeping all of this
in mind
bending on the burlap knee
the kindness that would keep
would you consider the creeps
you come in contact with
chorus
where's that little scotty
he's over by the portapotty
yes he's watching the girl with the frogs
open a bottle with her teeth
I saw uncle tom's momma
wearin' my old pajamas
woven in our little drama
punctuated by a point and not a comma
chorus
The Man Who Loved Beer (City Slang 04974-45) 1996
to whom can i speak today
the brothers they are evil
and the old friends of today
they have become unlovable
to whom can i speak today
the gentleness has perished
and the violent man has come down on everyone
to whom can i speak today
the wrong which roams the earth
there can be no end to it
it is just unstoppable
death is in my sights today
and when a man desires
to see home after many years in jail
february through december
we have such a tragic hue
as separate as the fingers
or suddenly as one as the hand
and the violent man comes down on everyone
Alumni Lawn (City Slang 04974-45) 1996
So your college chick fire puppy fine dope smokin' Bill Monroe on Alumni Lawn
barebreasted funfestival justice and clarity
open the door for you like a silly clown
are ya talking to me
more people than live in the past
be it the first date or the last gasp
more fuckin' facts than you're able to grasp
Hey
over and over 'til the words drip off his tongue like rose water into a warm bathtub
a ponytail dances on the pathway nearby
as the sun burns her thighs and your forehead
breathe deep now this won't hurt a bit
pardon me while i throw a fit
first year heart and then your ribs
hey
want to lose this loss again
one stroke of the masters pen
again and again
hey
Cigarettiquette (Merge 124)
Playboy, The Shit (Merge 126)
