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Hot Dog - (O’Reilly/Reardon)

I had a hot dog for lunch
I had a hot dog for dinner
One more hot dog I’ll be dying from getting thinner

I tried to call my baby
but I ain’t got no phone
I beamed it psychic-ally, I’m so numb and all alone

hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy ma
hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy ma

My door won’t open and I hate my computer
Leaks my imagination, puts my soul in the sewer
She called me back, just leaned out the window
We’re next door neighbors, so I just come over

hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy ma
hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy ma

I said I’m not ready
For a love of your kind
So touchin’ and a lovin’ when you touch my behind

I need something exhalative
Like a bright angel of Desdemona
When I figure it out I yell out love on my Smith Corona

hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy ma
hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy papa, hey lordy lordy ma

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The Complacence of Nature - (Brecht - trans. Brun/Magnus)

Well the foaming milk still comes
to the old man’s slathering toothless mouth
from its earthenware jug
and the dog in its search for love
still rubs and grinches rubbing against the leg of the runaway thug

Beyond the village the elms
Still bow their fine branches gracefully
to the man abusing a child
while oh murderers (O Murderers)
nightly grinding dust commence its blood-soaked traces turning to miles

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Wired Old Ladies - (O’Reilly/Kowalkowski)

Wired old ladies, talkin bout the weather

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Grace - (O’Reilly/Walden)

Say it was midnight, or maybe just two
You’re living alone, it’s the right thing to do
Of course, think of grace, that touch and that go
So wild on skin, and that thing with her mind
where grace held you spinning and then trumped your dark time

Love comes when we least expect it
It dances through our loins
finds it way to body parts and jiggles them like coins

Say it was winter, or ice in the spring
The wind past quiet, you don’t hear a thing
But you taste it, don’t you, that hush, nothing in it
Not a whisper, not a phew
You strain to hear grace, like your ears could make it true
Reorganize that argument

Love comes when we least expect it
It dances through our loins
finds it way to body parts and jiggles them like coins

Whisp, whisp, whisp, whisp….

Say it was four am (none of this is true)
off to the left is the world, through the walls its coming through
all the messy bits of love, that keep grace so far from you
who had a high opinion, who trashed the avenue
who made you out the problem, now the problem’s stuck like glue

Love comes when we least expect it
It dances through our loins
finds it way to body parts and jiggles them like coins

Whisp, whisp, whisp, whisp…

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Life is Like a Horse - (Wright)

Life is like a horse with his tennis shoes hammer fit
Holding him down to the ground
And everybody knows that time is the thickest bit
That you can hold in your mouth

They keep on telling me off for my apathy
Downgrading my lot to the middle seat
Where all the feed in the trough reeks of kumquat
Long gone, overdue, with fuzzy mold spots

But in the stall next to me, my lady’s hooves clop
Penelope is her name, I love her tail’s flop
Cuz I’m a thoroughbred failure on the Derby track
And all that’s left within me can only love her back

And I can’t see, through it all with my eyes anymore
Disease, forty degrees, flanks bristle and I can’t shake it off

Life is like a horse with his tennis shoes hammer fit
Holding him down to the ground
Oh everybody knows that time is the thickest bit
That you can hold in your mouth

That you can hold in your, that you can hold in your
That you can hold in your, that you can hold in your
That you can hold in your, that you can hold in your
That you can hold in your, that you can hold in your

They keep on weaning me off of Penelope
and have some sympathy please, faulty memory
It’s got the flies in my mane feeling like the brush
she never pulled with her teeth through my dread bush

The atmosphere on the farm provides the head rush
I hoof past my old friends in a dead hush
Cause I’m a thoroughbred balking at the railroad track
Steel horse bitten steam, a lonely lip smack

And I can’t see, through it all with my eyes anymore
Disease, forty degrees, flanks bristle and I can’t shake it off

Life is like a horse with his tennis shoes hammer fit
Holding him down to the ground
Everybody knows that time is the thickest bit
That you can hold in your mouth

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We Got It - (Martin)

Okay, we get it, you’re in love
And its a love that goes on and on
And we can tell cuz you go on and on and on and on and on and on and on

How many parties, how many songs
How many times for to sing along
How many eyes met across a crowded room
Glad it made you happy, glad it made you happy, glad it made you happy, glad it made you happy

Okay, we get it, you’re in love
(love love love love love love love love love love love love)
And its a love that goes on and on
And we can tell cuz you go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on

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String Me Up - (Williams)

String me up like a roast, darlin’
I’m yours til the end of my days
I’ll take every lick, and I won’t scream and kick
as long as you don’t go away

Render me from these bones, sweetheart
I need not the flesh of my form
These muscles and bones, they don’t feel like a home
When you’re gone
When you’re gone

Oh, the long road of life is all riddled with hurts
and I shuffle from one to the next
but these sidewalks of strife, they will rend me no more
as we walk through your door, you and I
man and wife
man and wife

Oh, slit me from throat to knee, lover
I’m broke, and I need your repair
you can have both my eyes
and the use of my thighs
as long as I know you’ll be there

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Mac’s Place (Rustle the Bones) - (O’Reilly/Rearick)

Bouncin’ Around on the Moon - (Magnus)

Dog in the Fog - (O’Reilly/Reardon)

Indifference - (Rieger & Magnus/Martin)

Skinny and Fatty - (Magnus)

Friendship - (Magnus)

I won’t apologize for anything that I say
I can see it in your eyes
You’re backing out of the fray
cuz you’re my goddamn motherfucking piece of shit friend
and I’m your asswipe dipshit friend to the end
Yeah you’re my goddamn motherfucking piece of shit pal
and I”m your asswipe dipshit your fucked up gal

The way we see the world
is fundamentally skewed
The day we met it unfurled
you’re not a moronic prude

cuz you’re my goddamn motherfucking piece of shit friend
and I’m your asswipe dipshit friend to the end
Yeah you’re my goddamn motherfucking piece of shit pal
and I’m your asswipe dipshit your fucked up gal

I could say beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
beep beep beep beep beep beep but it’s exhausting to euphemize

so fuck you, with all your filthy bullshit
fuck me, we need a language toolkit
fuck it (that’s right I said it, FUCK IT)

No matter where we might land
north west east or south
the matter at hand (yes the question at hand)
is do you eat with that mouth

yes I do, I eat shit with you

Grunt of Disappointment - (O’Reilly/Greenberg)
It isn’t ugly or graceful or charming or smart
It’s the grunt of disappointment as both lunge and miss the mark
It’s large fears after midnight, misplaced moisture in the dark

Instead of doing the right thing, he did the bad
He blew up the good word, blending the sad
he held the clue to all mysteries, but oh, how he tossed it
don’t you know he tossed it, he tossed it
like a cigarette butt

It isn’t ugly or graceful or charming or smart
It’s the grunt of disappointment as both lunge and miss the mark
It’s large fears after midnight, misplaced moisture in the dark

there’s a wind in the room, there’s a knock at the door
He’s two-fisted proof, he steps to the core
he held the clue to all mysteries, but oh, how he tossed it
don’t you know he tossed it, he tossed it
like a cigarette butt

It isn’t ugly or graceful or charming or smart
It’s the grunt of disappointment as both lunge and miss the mark
It’s large fears after midnight, misplaced moisture in the dark

A wayward history, a private excavation
dig around the roots, tired stone to loose,
freaking exhausted, transform a twisting corpse
nothing ever touched the fire, she blew out the spark
tempest tossed that tire, her face reflection dark
hands cut on mirrored glass
but oh how she wept from it, don’t you know she wept from it
she wept from it

It isn’t ugly or graceful or charming or smart
It’s the grunt of disappointment as both lunge and miss the mark
It’s large fears after midnight, misplaced moisture in the dark
It’s large fears after midnight, misplaced moisture in the dark

Pretty Good Artist - (Magnus & O’Reilly/Magnus)
When you make stuff you’re okay
Meritorious not bad
the academy is smitten with thee
and your buzzwords add up to radical
so conceptual you are and fresh and new and pure
Your integrity is vestigal and free and your vision will endure

oh god we love you so
even if you are misunderstood
let’s just add spice, let’s throw the wedding rice
cuz as an artist you’re pretty good

you’re a pretty good artist
a pretty good artist
a pretty good artist
better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick
yeah

your father was a butcher
but he could not slice the ham
your mama was a rocker
but she didn’t dress glam
you come by it honestly
and your grim from birth to grave
you think this is a sonnet
because of all the couplets that you made

oh god we love you so
even if you are misunderstood
you never stand to gain
from the pleasure or the pain
but as an artist you’re pretty good

you’re a pretty good artist
a pretty good artist
a pretty good artist
better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick
yeah

okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay