1. Rattlesnake 2. Lakini´s Juice 3. Graze 4. Century 5. Ghost 6. Unsheated 7. Insomnia and the hole in the universe 8. Turn my head 9. Heropsychodreamer 10. Freaks 11. Merica 12. Gas hed goes west "Rattlesnake" let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue, a smorgasbord let's go hang out in a church we'll go find lurch then we'll haul ass down through the abbey is it money, is it fame what's in a name, shame? is it money, is it fame or were they always this lame it's a crazy, crazy mixed up town but it's the rattlesnake I fear in another place, in another time I'd be drivin' trucks my dear I'd be skinning hunted deer deer let's go hang out in a bar i's not too far we'll take my car we'll lay flowers at the grave of jesco white the sinner's saint the rack is full and so are we of laughing gass and ennui "Lakini's Juice" It was an evening I shared with the sun to find out where we belong from the earliest days we were dancing in the shadows more wine cuz I got to have it more skin cuz I got to eat it inside the outside by the river used to be so calm used to be so sane I rushed the lady's room took the water from the toilet washed her feet and blessed her name more peace is such a dirty habit slow down, we're too afraid let me ride let me ride burn my eyes let me ride "Graze" People should not be afraid we came to earth to graze no shortcuts to the face, this means you a child gives you his shoes people should not be afraid we came to earth to graze if it slithers into the haze it can't be true a child gives you his shoes in the early morning, cut her down this pill, she needs more love forget your mother and your father they aren't important son we came to the earth to graze everyone's diggin' in now there's no time to live live people should not be afraid the artist does figure eights but will it stand the test of time or will it rot like the mission that tries to hard in the early morning, cut her down this pill, she needs your love forget your mother and your father you'll fall apart inside "Century" everybody's here puke stinks like beer this could be a city this could be a graveyard you stole my idea you stole my idea everybody's anxious for the coming of the crisis the collapse of the justice I can smell your armspits you stole my idea you stole my idea you stole my idea! this puke stinks like bear and everybody's here come on, come on, come on let's lay waste to this century come on, come on, come on return to nothing, and help me everybody's anxious the crowd is all around us the followers of Aldous are spinning with their mescaline a man behind the altar screams you stole my idea you were my idea! on the edge of a kiss, smack on the lips dangled with tongue on the edge of a piece that stands low and won't stand tall it's amazing what we can do with love with some matches and gasoline, do with love it's amazing what we can do with love "Ghost" everybody has a ghost everybody has a ghost who sings like you do yours is not like mine but it's alright, keep it up boy loses rib in new orleans he can't help eyein' up the whores under the bridge boy loses rib and lets a hellified cry into the dark where did I go wrong? where did I go wrong? I never needed this before I need a woman to help me feel everybody has a dream everybody has a dream like a world tattoo yours is not like mine, it's alright, keep it up the scalpel dives into the skin good doctors never leave a scar no proof again I'll take the myth, you take the blood it's all the same to the world dreamer it's all the same in the end boy loses rib in new orleans he trades some ether for a chance under the bridge boy loses rib as he's summoned into the mud flat on his back cryin' where did I go wrong? "Unsheated" the baby's not screaming enough the singer's not singing enough ramana's not breathing, to us behold the unsheating, it's love the blade is not ready to cut it's dull from our thinking, it's rough free love is a world I can't linger too long in "free love" was just another party for the hippies to ruin behold the unsheating, it's love behold the unsheating, it's love free love is a knife through the jugular vein son free love, I can't afford to add up what you fuckers are made of "Insomnia and the Hole in the Universe" my brother kicked his feet to sleep my brother kicked his feet to sleep my brother kicked his feet to sleep and I sang a dirge song my brother never missed a beat my brother kicked his feet to sleep, sweet feet my brother kicked his feet to sleep and I sang a dirge song Angel, don't you have some bagels in my oven? Lady, don't you know a man when you see one? crazy lady with the shiny shoes, where are you? kick your feet and calm the space that makes you hollow little swami's got his bowl to eat little swami always walks his beat, sweet feet little swami's got his bowl to eat and I sing a dirge song it's amazing how they come to see the little swami with his bowl to eat, sweet feet the little swami only wears a sheet and won't sing a dirge song anal, tight-assed soldier with that dogged heart put down your gun we are ready to explode, we gotta take it smart and take it slow "Turn my head" anyone, caught in your mystery keep it angry keep it whispy I've fallen down drunk on your juices turn my head turn my head it's aimed at you funky temple your dress is torn to shreds your eyes are crazy I bowed to save my head and I can't forget you but I can't remember turn my head turn my head it's aimed at you oh no, we came to love you all day thses bastards are leavin' somebody's got to stay whatever we called you it's just a name just a name "Heropsychodreamer" I'll kill you in my dreams I turn the other cheek during the day I'll kill you all the subculture of my dreams is waiting for me to fall asleep I know you're scared, you should be I know you're scared hero dreamer this attic of my mind these feelings I can't hide I can't share I feel alone, ah yeah the subconious keeps me here I fell in love with a balladeer I saw your tongue, it licked my heart they called you queer hero dreamer hero they called you queer they called you queer they called you queer they called you queer "Freaks" if the mother goes to sleep with you will you run and tell Geraldo If the mother bears your children without tears without the usual cost of labor if the mother goes to bed with you will you run and tell your neighbours will you hide behind that get up that you wear or will take the first ear that comes into contact with your blade like peter did on the hill will you call her a freak? will you call them freaks? if the mother goes to bed with you will you run and tell the papers how she picked you from a line up in downtown Philadelphia with a cigarette hangin' from your mouth and henry miller in your back pocket you little fucker If the mother goes to bed with you in the bowels of the cathedral will you render her asunder with what she really needs or will you crash that beautiful silence with some talk about finding yourself in your mother's arms will you call her a freak will you call them freaks or will you call them gods will you call them freaks you know your sperm is weak you never looked, so high to ever find her so low you did not have to ga, that far to show her you were holy now you know they're gonna come for you and drag your silly name into the mud if the mother bears your children without tears and without the usual cost of labor "Merica" looks like america's dropped her load she was ready to explode I could not see her from uphere cuz she was lyin' in the road my head's in the ground I can't make a sound my head's in the ground looks like america's dropped her load she tried to call me on the telephone "everything is fine, now the baby's here!" she'll have to handle this one on her own my head's in the ground I can't make a sound the priests were all stoned california was in my mind and love was a game that we played my head's in the ground I can't make a sound the priests were all stoned the fact that you moaned my head's in the ground (repeat) "Gas Hed Goed West" if I was half alive then you were dead subsistin' on that same old bread it's the memory that hides the whole wide world it's the gas hed's love of america it's the memory that hides take your photographs back for the love of all gods our gas hed marches on our gas hed marches on he's a bonified man a star amongst his clan and the only one that let me ride it's the memory that dies our gas hed was right when they lanced his skull there was puss and light it's the memory that dies so take your photographs back for the love of all gods our gas hed marches on our gas hed marches it's the memory that dies and make your photographs black for the love of all gods our gas hed marches on our gas hed marches on gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio Limited edition double CD - CD 2 1. Freaks (radio edit) 2. Lakini´s Juice (live) 3. Freaks (live) 4. Love my way (live) 5. Lakini´s Juice (full on mix)

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