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(Scene 1 - Interior)
All My Dreams
Deleted Scenes
No Dialogue
They dubbed in Screams
No Audience to
Guess What it Means
Advertisers Bumped My Routine
So obscure that
I Must be Obscene!
Hearts on a sleeve
Deleted Scenes
Outdated like
answering machines
We’re gonna die
On this hill of beans
You never know
But that’s how it seems
Running in place
Is our running theme
(Scene 2 - Exterior)
Sometimes I don't know
How to act
If I had another take
I could take it all back
Slap another reel in the Super 8
Places everyone on the green
Lose that last Blooper
Where I blew all my lines
I'd die if that could make the screen
I'll cut ya like a Deleted Scene
End it like a Boring-Ass Dream
Edit just Forget it
No way I'll ever Let it
Hit me, if you know what I mean
Hell Yeah, I think you do!
Sometimes I might
Go off the script
I try to give my line
But I let the truth slip
Slip a fresh tape in the master cam
Time to shoot your gruesome end
Explode your rubber head
In a fountain of gore
Lucky you, baby, it's all just pretend
I'll cut ya like a Deleted Scene
End it like a Boring-Ass Dream
Edit just Forget it
No way I'll ever Let it
Hit me, if you know what I mean
Hell Yeah, I think you do!
Accidentally looked
Into the lens
And what stared back
Didn’t make any sense!
Lyrics © Udarnik/Hottentot
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2. |
I Ain't God, Bb
05:08
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Born bad
On the wrong side of life
You want my help
To ease up your strife?
I Can't be Everywhere at Once
My Little Honey Bee
Your babies starving
Well, why I should care?
If you ain't payin'
GTFOOH
I Can't Be Everywhere at Once
My Little Honey Bee
I Ain't God, Babe
I Can't Come Runnin'
Every Time You Skin Your Knee
I Ain't God, Babe
Slap me on a cross
And I ain't risin' up on Day 3
You got so sick
You'll probably die
That's your problem,
Don't expect me to cry
I Can't Be Everywhere at Once
My Little Honey Bee
"But I gave you life!"
I'm hearing you whine
Thank you kindly
It suits me just fine
I Can't Be Everywhere at Once
My Little Honey Bee
I Ain't God, Babe
I Can't Come Runnin'
Every Time You Skin Your Knee
I Ain't God, Babe No,
Gaze upon my works and despair
I think you'll agree
Break
You work that body
Right down to the bone
Return to a home
That you'll never own
I Can't Be Everywhere at Once
My Little Honey Bee
The cost of knowledge
Is forever too high
At least you learned
You're gonna pay till you die
I Can't Be Everywhere at Once
My Little Honey Bee
I Ain't God, Babe
I Can't Come Runnin'
Every Time You Skin Your Knee
I Ain't God, Babe
Lookin' for holes in my hands
You'll find none in me
You think that I'm worthy of any your trust
You got your sign that says "Heaven Or Bust"
Well, I may be in charge
But, hey, I ain't no deity
You belief within me, You'll get no reward
I'm high on the hog, you'll die by my sword
You're slaving away for a dream
It's one I livin' for free
God Helps Those
Who Help Themselves
God Helps Those
Who Help Themselves
God Helps Those
Who Help Themselves
To me!
It's all about me!!
Lyrics © Hottentot / Udarnik
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3. |
Surf's Up (Drifting)
02:50
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My broke down car
Couldn't make it to the beach
And I thought the beach
Was outta my reach
Now it's comin' to me
Now the beach is
Comin' to Me
I layed down my blanket
To listen to the Speech
Then I Screeched
And I reached
And I felt a leech
Suckin' on me
I got a leech
suckin' on me now
Off with their heads
In the sand
We're gonna have to hang
More than ten
You know this world
It's always in flux
But we ain't gotta take it
Like sitting ducks
We can rise with the sea
Rise with the sea
Surf Nazis always
Dominate the waves
While the neon tells us
"Jesus Saves"
Turning up the heat
While they're hiding
Under sheets now
Off with their heads
In the sand
We're gonna have to hang
More than ten
Paddle paddle
Cuz the Surf's Up
Surf's Up
Drift, Drifting
Drifting past the buoys
Surf's Up
Lyrics © Udarnik
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Precious Aguirre
03:49
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"If I fell
In the forest
Would I even
Make a sound?"
Now there's
No one
But the leaves and
The needles on the ground
Your children ghost
Least for the most
Can't recall the time
That they
Last called you up
To put you down
Least it was something
Chorus
Precious Aguirre
Show me where it hurts
On Monday morning
While your old man's at work
We got a cause
We've got big dreams for you
The boredom ends
With these new friends
Secret rendezvous
Love and adventure
See, you're falling free
"I mean, it's only money"
So you go
To what, who knows
Maybe death
Would be a better
Prospect now
Than on the couch
Than with the waiting
Chorus
Precious Aguirre
Show me where it hurts
slide us the PIN and then
We'll get down work
Revolution's hard and
Your heart's not free
Precious Aguirre
Show me where it hurts
When we come calling
Jam your cares in your purse
We've got a job
And the mark's on you
Precious Aguirre!
Lyrics © Hottentot/Udarnik
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GLAMOTAGE!
02:47
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I’m the glitter in your gas tank
Did my makeup while the boat sank
I paint my nails in the sheets
I’m throwing nails in the streets
I keep a switchblade in my platform shoes
I stay loaded like my dice so I can’t lose
I keep a diamond studded zippo to light the fuse
You’ll be floating from a feather boa noose
Spread it like a crow - bar
Spread it like a crow - bar
Glamotage!
Glamotage!
You’ll be seeing stars!
Gold spray paint on the subway cars
We lurk late at night behind the bars
Our backs against the wall, smoking cigars
Under a most wanted sign of zaika and mars
"When you’re walking around downtown late at night
And you see a shadow climbing up that sidewalk behind you
We’re gonna make it a little more muggy outside if you catch my drift
You got two hands against our four and we do this for a living
You could give a description to the pigs
But won’t no one believe
what you seen that night!
We are the Lochness Monster
Beached
Landlocked
But we will suck the oxygen right out of your lungs!"
Lyrics © Udarnik
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6. |
Bizniz Fone
03:07
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BIZNIZ FONE
BUSINESS PHONE!
Don't want me callin' to my
BUSINESS PHONE!
Don't want me callin' to my
BUSINESS PHONE!
Don't want me callin'
It's the Last Call you'll ever receive
AT THE TONE!
I'm dialing up my number
AT THE TONE!
I'm dialing up my number
AT THE TONE!
I'm dialing up my number
Wherever could my burner be?
Aw
Looks like someone
Couldn't take my call
At all
Oh see
Digits flying
Through the air
Around you
Around you
Free
BUSINESS PHONE!
Don't want me callin' to my
BUSINESS PHONE!
Don't want me callin' to my
BUSINESS PHONE!
Don't want me callin'
It's the Last Call you'll ever receive
JUST ONE RING
Speaking truth to power
JUST ONE RING
Witness to the horror
JUST ONE RING
Don't you think you oughta
Leave a muthafucka be?
Aw
Looks like someone
Couldn't take my call
At all
Oh see
Digits flying
Through the air
Around you
Around you
Free
BUSINESS PHONE!
Don't want me callin' to my
BUSINESS PHONE!
Don't want me callin' to my
BUSINESS PHONE!
Don't want me callin'
It's the Last Call you'll ever receive
I'M A DESPERATE MAN
Resort to desperate measures
A DESPERATE MAN
Take my blood and treasure
A DESPERATE MAN
Here's another mess
We're both locked in a game
Aw
Looks like someone
Couldn't take my call
At all
Oh see
Digits flying
Through the air
Around you
Around you
Free
Call Power for Powerless
Freedom Fighter or Terrorist
One party cursed the other party blessed
All we can really count on is whole lotta death
Lyrics © Hottentot
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COMMIE LSD Atlanta, Georgia
ZAIKA UDARNIK:
drums, keys, vocals
MARS HOTTENTOT:
guitar, guitar synth, organ,
mellotron, vocals
RON LONCAP:
bass, vocals, engineering
COMMIE LSD trade in sledgehammer and sickle heavy Acid Glam, Hard Wave Rock, Noise Pop Metal. COPIUM B4 THE HOPIUM!!
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