Waitin' for a Train
[the following intro is Ross Harris from Sukia overdubbing a crossdresser. this was sampled from the film Normal by Steve Hanft:]
"I'm an alien from another sphere. The thing I like about the earth is the range of colours -- fantastic to mundane; brilliant to dull. As I was penetrating the ozone, I c.. perchanced to notice the orange peel-like quality of the light playing upon the s.. the ocean. I gotta go right now; someone is videotaping me in my spaceship."

All around a water tank
Just a-waitin' for a train
A thousand miles away from home
Just a-waitin' for'n the rain
I walked up to a breakman
Just to give him a line of talk
He said, "If you got money,
I'll see that you don't walk."
"I haven't got a nickel;
Not a penny for to show."
"Get off, get off, you railroad bum!"
And he slammed the boxcar door
They let me off in Texas
A state I dearly love
The moon, the stars above me... and what else?

We Live Again
these withered hands
have dug for a dream
sifted through sand
and leftover nightmares
over the hill
a desolate wind
turns shit to gold
and blows my soul crazy

the end
o the end
we live again
o i grow weary of the end

o hungry days
the footsteps of fools
gazing alone
through sex-painted windows
dredging the night
drunk libertines
stink like a colognes
from the newfangled wasteland

the end
o the end
we live again
o i grow weary of the end

love is a plague
in a mix-match parade
where the castaways look so deranged
when will the children learn
to let their wildernesses burn
and love will be new never cold and vacant

these withered hands have dug for a dream
sifted through sand and leftover nightmares

the end
of the end
we live again
oh i grow weary of the end

Where It's At
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands and just clap your hands

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at! [robot] I got two turntables and a microphone

[sample]: take me home in my elevator bones!

[sample]: that was a good drum break

Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only, hyponotizers
move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with your parachute flutes
Passing the dutchee from coast to coast
Let the man Gary Wilson [sample]: "rock the most"

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone

[sample]: "What about those who swing both ways: AC/DC's?"

Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone

Oh, dear me. Make Out City is a two-horse town
[sample]: "That's beautiful, Dad."

Get my microphone....
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands and just clap your hands

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone

I got plastic on my mind
Telephone plastic baby

Whimsical Actress
at the theater, i did meet her
and the show was whimsical and sublime
i'm in tatters, nothing matters
til i grasp a big disaster like a mime
she's got the squeegee on the ouija
she can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
you can cheese me anytime, it's not a crime
in the first act, there was a jester
with an apple and a mango and some wine
he flung the ice-cube, he was so rude
and he jousted with the flaming hoffee dog
she's got the squeegee on the ouija
she can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
you can cheese me anytime, it's not a crime
in the courtyard, there was a large cube of lard
with decorations all around
there was a bandit, we couldn't stand it
he was sniffing the cube like a hound
she's got the squeegee on the ouija
she can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
oh yeah

Whiskey Can Can
come on now, bread and butter
no one knows a better mother
she's the guy who kills the sky
burns the night out when she goes away
she's the boat in the sewer
she's the old man with manure
rockin all night like a drum
goin back where she comes from
can of whiskey
big guitars on the wall
cracker-jacks burn and fall
styrofoam in her hair
she is barely anywhere
can of whiskey
can of whiskey
can...

Whiskey-faced Radioactive Blowdryin' Lady
Alright heres a stupid song i wrote today
yeah
alright, ok this is called uh..
DJ: would this be a world premiere?
yeah this is probably the first and last time you'll hear this one..
ok this is uh.. this is whiskey bottle-no this is called uh whiskey-faced radioactive blowdryin' lady or something

take out your whiskey bottle there
now you don't even move out of your chair
your getting juiced up beyond belief
i can barely love you, when your getting drunk all the time

you can get out a blowdryer, and blowdry the hair right off of your head
you can sautee my dollar bills, and feed em to the dog while he's watchin' cable
if i catch fire by mistake, she'll put out my face with a rake,
and i shut my mouth before i even breathe
well i can barely touch you hunny, cause you're gettin' drunk all the time
gotten radioactive tastebuds smeared across the rug,
swallow the keys to the chevy, you're gonna weedwack your way to memphis yeah
everybody knows about your style, you got tin-foil wrapped around your smile
well you're gonna give me a xerox of your buckteeth...
gettin....crap-faced all the time
yodelayodeodelee

Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997
one more time

I was born in this hotel
washing dishes in the sink
magazines and free soda
trying hard not to think

lay it on to the dawn
everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
lay it on to the dawn

She can talk to squirrels
coming back from the convalescent home
staring at sports cars
crying

rattlesnake on the ceiling
gunpowder on my sleeve
I will live here forever
with the ocean and the bees

lay it on to the dawn
everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
lay it on to the dawn

Will I Be Ignored by the Lord
when i was born,
lot's of people sayin
i looked like a dead man
but to them there was no kindness
and so i came into the world with my hands in my jacket
made a whole lotta racket
couldn't speak, but i could beat on a stick
oh, when that aeroplane comes with the lord
will i be ignored
will i be ignored by the lord
will i be ignored
there was a woman, she looked on me sweetly
i needed her life to be with mine
but never will they meet
no, never will they see
these two vines will twist away, away
will i be ignored by the lord
will i be ignored by the lord,
by the lord
what for?
i may travel on one leg
my breakfast will be unpaid
and the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head
will i be ignored
will i be ignored by the lord
will i be ignored

The World May Loose It's Motion
The storms are on the ocean
on and on they go
searching through the waters
where you might be low
and I am so downhearted
never to be well
and I am disappointed
the words will never tell

the storms are on the ocean
the heavens may cease to be
this world may lose its motion
if I am false to you

the last time that I saw you
you shook my hand goodbye
you said it wasn't forever
that would be a lie
but that was such an old friend
he holds you in his hands
and I am so long waiting
to meet you in that land

the storms are on the ocean
the heavens may cease to be
this world may lose its motion
if I were false to thee