Halo of Gold
(Written by Alexander "Skip" Spence)
have you got a fine place to slip to
when you're feeling down
have you had a week or two
just to get your troubles down
found a lot of life and laughter
with a grandfather in the bowery
she had a body of sixteen or seventeen
she had a mind of forty

i met her on a cold day
in a city far away

with the worlds about zero
and i saw at once,
into her soul
she's gonna call me her hero

never like a walk in the rain or the lane
i found a lot of death that day
with the grandfather in the bowery
cause i like her like the world

she had a halo of gold
told me stories of her life and the courage was sublime
pantomime
i walk the line
cause you're blind
i walk the line

Hard To Compete (version 01)
You said go
You said stay
Got so confused
I tried to do both
So I broke out in a sweat
Cashed my check
And I spent it to death
'Cause its hard to compete
It's hard to eat
When you're beating your fist on the ground
And it's rude
Did you ever even think about the impression you gave to the pigs
To the kids
With the hazardous waste in their wine
And their eyes
Their gasoline hairstyles
Workin' their magic for you

You said go
You said stay
You said try a combination
Didn't know where to start
I was lost
I was beige
I was over and under my age
Like a video
Like a chick
Like a dead man moving to quick
In my way
Had no plan
Dealin' out papers into the wastecan
Tryin' hard to stay awake
And the rest of the best was a big mistake
So let's drive
Right into the ground
Hold it down with the garbageman-clown
'Cause it's a deal
It's a noose
It's news
It's pennies

Hard To Compete (version 02)
You said go
You said stay
Got so confused
I tried to do both
So I broke out in a sweat
Cashed my check
And I spent it to death
And it's hard to compete
And it's hard to eat
When you're beating your teeth on the ground
And it's rude
Did you ever even think about the impression
That you gave to the pigs
To the kids
With the hazardous waste in their wine
And their eyes
And their gasoline hormones
Accessories accessorising

You said go
You said stay
You said try a combination
But I din't even know where to start
I was lost
I was beige
I was over and under my age
Like a video
Like a chick
Like a dead man moving too quick
In my way
Had no plan
Passin' out flyers for some punk rock band
From San Diego
A freak show
It's purposely out of control
Soakin' it like a sponge
She's tidying up the grunge
The expectations were pulsing so pure
Over-rated bleakness
So hard, so easy to endure
'Cause it's plain and it's real
Back to the future
Make a new deal
With the distortion soundin' fake
And the rest of the best was a big mistake
So let's cruise
Let's freak
'Cause it's payday everyday of the week

(Go, baby, go, baby, go)
(Go, baby, go, baby, go)

Heartland Feeling
steve hanft: "I'm totally fucked up. I can barely speak. I'm totally fucked up. They gave me so many drugs. But, uh...I'm gonna be here...Alright, what we're talkin about here is...is kind of a...it's a heartland feeling...like, uh, Mellencamp, you know, kind of a Mellen feeling. Ok, what you gotta get together is a... some...a heartland folk singer. Uh, we're gonna need a real quick... Uh, John Cougar Mellencamp, Bruce Spingsteen, Bob Seeger...that type of feel. A Mellen feeling. You know, real, uh, powerful, approving music, uh...of a heartland quality, uh, just powerful straight-forward music. And if you can't get just the right type of feeling, find someone who will pass and change them."

old man johnson got his head in his hand
makin' his way across state in a fiddlin band
with hair all down in his eyes
and the microphone all covered with flies
when he gets done playin, goes back to his room
climbs in the bed in his cowboy boots
and he picks up a magazine, turns on the tv
lights a cigar as he's fallin asleep
well he's only a person
who doesn't know shit
yea, nothin happenin
that's about it

yeah

well little Rosanna came from Texarkana
had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana
came into town not lookin for much
well she found a hound dog and she named him Dutch
she got a job at the arcade takin' quarters
but she was never too good at takin' orders
so one night she stopped givin out change
she kicked the boss in the shin and unplugged the games
she's only a person
who doesn't know shit
nothin' happenin
that's about it

ooo ooo,
yea yea yea

Sam got canned at the cannery
he punched out the clock that night
his knuckle was bleeding as he walked home
he was cold and he had a headache
well his wife was cookin canned beans
he took out all the money out of his jeans
and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink
as his wife handed him a drink
he was only a person
who didn't know shit
nothin happenin
that's about it
oh yeaw
ooo ooo ooo

Smiler was lookin' for handouts
sleepin' in an abandoned lighthouse
down at the mini-mall shakin his hat
washin' windows with his bare hand
he found a sports car
with the keys in the ignition
it just seemed so easy
he took a joyride, drove it into a hedge
came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head
well he's only a person
who doesn't know shit
nothin happenin
that's about it
ooo ooo yea

well Janie was born in a small town
everybody just standin around
they had bingo games and the raffle
everybody chewin tobacco
well she grew up kinda restless
all her boyfriends wanted to be dentists
well, she got a job at the truck stop
and she got old fast and never did what she wanted
she's only a person
who doesn't know shit
nothin happenin
that's about it
yea yea yea....oh yea, etc.

He's a Mighty Good Leader
He's a mighty good leader
he's a mighty good leader
he's a mighty good leader
all the way
all the way, lord
from up to heaven
he's a mighty good leader
all the way.

He led my mother
he led my mother
he led my mother
all the way
all the way, lord
from up to heaven
he led my mother
all the way.

He's a mighty good leader
he's a mighty good leader
he's a mighty good leader
all the way
all the way, lord
from up to heaven
he's a mighty good leader
all the way.

High 5 (Rock The Catskills)
High 5, High 5!
High 5, High 5!

"C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5!
Aw, yeah, I like that shit."

When I arrive it's like a high 5
Or a slap in the face I love the taste
All my days with my wheelchair ways
Watch me die in my suicide high
i don't mean to cause a holy commotion
When I step to the room with a powerful motion
Leopard skin let the records spin
'Round and round with the speed of sound

High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

Rocky mountain low we gotta go
Put that gadget in the random mode
Cripple candy rocking the Tandy
Rhumba, bloodshot, doing the foxtrot

In my cot sweating like a dog
Beers and tears, new frontiers
On my way from the 'Frisco Bay
Dixieland, soda-pop man

High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

Yeah, put that machine in Latin mode
Talking about poppin' tacos
Back, back the last century

"Turn that shit off, man! What's wrong with you? Man, get the other record!...Damn!"

High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

"Ok, now. Do like designer jeans. Everybody, designer jeans! say,
say, say, say, say: Ooh, la la, sasoon! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Everybody! One more time, let
me hear you say: Ooh, la la, sasoon! Just do it everybody, c'mon! Now I want the
Ladies. All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente! Sing it, girl. Let me hear you say: Sergio
Valente! Say: Jordache Turn it Up!"

Hollow Log
Go where you want to
Do the things you feel
Walk around with a broken leg
And a hundred dollar bill
Get yourself a pistol
Get yourself a dog
Stay up all night gettin' drunk
Sleeping in a hollow log
Walk 'til you're restless
Sleep 'til you're tired
Wake up thinking you're the one that I desire

Hollywood Freaks
Hot milk
Mmmm...tweak my nipple
Champagne and ripple
Shamans go cripple
My sales go triple
We drop lobotomy beats
Evaporated meats
On hi-tech street
We go solo
Dance floors and talk shows
Hot dogs, No Doz
Hot Sex in back rows

I wanna know what makes you scream
Be your twenty million dollar fantasy
Treat you real good
Expensive jeans
Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene

Touch it real good if you want a piece
Party people know I'm that type of freak

People look so snooty
Take pills make them moody
Automatic bzooty
Zero to tutti fruitti
Sex in the halls
Niagra Falls
Local shopping malls receive
Anonymous calls
Hot like a cheetah
Neon mamacita
Eat at tacoria
Pop lockin' beats from Korea
Looking like jail bait
Selling lots of real estate
Looking like a hot date
Banging like an 808

Do you want to feel this?
Do you want to feel this?

Norman Schwartzkoff
Something tells me you want to go home
Champagne, bibles
Custom clothes you own
Calling up from special area codes
Hollywood nuns with the Hollywood phones
I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
I'll tell you what you want
If you want to know
Satin sheets
Tropical oils
Turn up the heat
Till the swimming pool boils
Let all the neighbors
Read it in the papers
Making all those gentlemen cry
Realistic tears

Jockin my Mercedes
Probably have my baby
Shop at Old Navy
He wish he was a Lady

Hotwax
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash soul
Like a frying pan when the fire's gone
Driving my pig while the bands taking pictures in the grass
And my radio's smashed

And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heals 'til my day is done
Saturday night in the Captain's clothes
Tender horns blowing when my jewelry froze

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro

I can't believe my way back when
My Cadillac pants going much to fast
Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack
Community service and I'm still the mack

Shocked my finger spicing my hand
I been spreading disease all across the land
Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen
Wishing I was living like a hit man

Face down in the guarantees
Jaundiced honchos getting busy with ease
Because I get down I get down
I get down all the way

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro

Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders
Western Unions of the country westerns
Silver foxes looking for romance
In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants

And you got the hotwax residues
You never lose in your razor blade shoes
Stealing pesos out of my brain
Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes

Radar systems piercing the souls
You never get caught with the wax so rotten
All my days I got the grizzly words
Hijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birds

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro

who are you?
I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm
why did you come here?
I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe

*chorus translation: "I'm a broken record, I have bubblegum in my brain."