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THE LAST DAYS OF FRUITBAG

1998

guest artists:
Paul Hamilton
Nick Panagopulos
Barbara Williams

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THE LYRICS:

SIDE 1:

The Ballad of Jonas Parker
Old Jonas Parker was drivin' in his truck
Little boy was playin'
Jonas out of luck
While messin' with the dial little boy got struck

Jonas wasn't lookin'
Satan was in his truck
Jonas keep on drivin'
The Devil rides the clutch

Jonas soul is stained
The boy kept on dyin'
His spirit still remained
Bad stuff was a-comin' down the other lane

Jonas wasn't lookin'
Satan played his game
Jonas keep on drivin'
The Devil brings the pain

Now Jonas was a-hurtin'
A pain he couldn't hide
His girl she went a-packin'
And boy that hurts your pride
But not as bad as vee-hic-a-u-lar homicide

Jonas wasn't lookin'
Satan turned the tide
Jonas keep on drivin'
The Devil
Devil
Devil
Devil
Devil
Takes a ride

Jonas

If I...
If I could have two eyes
I'd want the eyes of a famous painter
Cos then everything I'd see
Would be beautiful
If I could have a mind
I'd want the mind of Albert Einstein
Cos then everything I'd say
Would matter
And if I could have a heart
I'd want the heart of you
Cos then I could tell all my friends
Your heart is mine

If I could have a voice
I'd want the voice of an opera singer
Cos I could get big and fat
And people would still like me
If I could have a strength
I'd want the strength of Big Bad John
So if I had to give my life
I could
And if I could have two hands
I'd want the hands of God
Cos then I could make you love me
Whether you do or not

REFRAIN - But I already have the eyes
And I already have a mind
And I already have a voice
And I already have a strength

But I'll never have the hands of God
And I can only hope for your heart

REFRAIN

Trauma Ho Ho Whore
You're never sated
You're always hated
You've gotta hear it
You sometimes fear it
It's what you live for
You can't love it more
When you're a trauma ho ho whore

And now it's Christmas
And you don't miss much
You ask for details
You ask why she sailed
You can't live without it
There is no doubt about it

You're a trauma ho ho whore
Always knocking at the door
Always wanting to know more
You're a trauma ho ho whore
With pain and sorrow galore
Always happy when I'm poor
Cause it's the poor that you adore

VERSE 1

You're a trauma ho ho whore
Always knocking at the door
Always wanting to know more
You're a trauma ho ho whore
With pain and sorrow galore
Always happy when I'm poor
Cause it's the poor that you adore

One more

You're a trauma ho ho whore
And I'm like you're candy store
Gum and jelly beans and Skor
You're a trauma ho ho whore

MEMO
The news was in the mail today
Just when I thought I was okay
I have not done enough they say
To graduate NCSA
They said that soon I would be gone
If I put this off too long
I think I know what's going on

CHORUS - Now I guess they don't want me around
But I guess I don't care
And I guess they don't want me around
But I guess I don't care

You know I face each school decree
Knowing the world is anti-me
And they don't get no second chance
For their attempts to make me dance
I'll argue with them til we meet
And then I'll take a calmer seat
There ain't no turn off angry street

CHORUS

And so begins another year
Another chance at showdown fear
How do they keep their heads so clear
There's nothing in them it appears
My petty hate grows oh so strong
Cos I'm the one that's always wrong
I think I know what's going on

CHORUS

Down The Hall, On The Floor
You pig she said
And she grabbed my head
We took a long walk down the hall
She kissed my head
And we weren't in bed
We sat us right down on the floor

CHORUS - And now it seems I can't finish a
Thought I could tell the difference between
What is real I ask you just cos it's a
Dream a little dream for me

I'm in a daze
A flashback stays
Of that long walk down the hall
I felt her hands
The man of sand
Has made me feel so tall

CHORUS

I reach right through
These thoughts of you
There is no surface to feel
There is no love
Below or above
This vision was never real

CHORUS

You pig she said
And she grabbed my head
We took a long walk down the hall
She kissed my head
And we weren't in bed
We sat us right down on the floor

Thank You, Mr. Trout
In the world of Mr. V there's only one Pilgrim
He has come unstuck in time and space
He's got a fate and he's got a typewriter
When he blacks out we lose our place

And in the monkey house you'll discover some short thoughts
Every bit as good as the long
He don't need no easy robots
Cos this sci-fi it goes beyond

CHORUS - And now I hear that Mr. Trout
Will call it quits he's getting out
He just doesn't want to explain it anymore
There will be no novel tasks
Nor stupid questions being asked
Kind of makes me wonder what he has in store

He also wrote a book of pictures
Sloppy loose as it is tight
And at the end if you don't get it
A small epilogue will shed some light

CHORUS (x2)

Kinda makes me wonder
What he has in store

Float
I float down the street
Looking for what I knew
The night covers me
The night covers you
And I don't understand
Why I can't be complete
Without somebody else
I just know that it's true

Working from memory
To find the road to you
Shouldn't waste so much time
Because these times are few

I got a call
In my sleep

A like indirect
Lost days on the mend
I just write these words
To get to the end
And I don't understand
Why time rips apart
What I tie with intent
I just know that it's true

poppyseedspurpleplumsargylearms
lyrics by Barbara Williams
Hello there punikin seedssssssss
I am going to work and work and work
And there are no bodies to stop me
From continuing on the practice that
Was once set and said to ignite the fires of success
and stardom to shock the masses enmass today and yesterday
and from this day forth comingAlways having to do things
that you least like/ And always trying to whittle the wood
down to nothingness just a little point enough to make a
vampire sweat you try to punish them by being free of it
and all you do is end up building your own cage deep in a
trench of lies and miscalculations that are forever to be
your demise deep in a trench of lies and miscalculations
that are forever to be your demise well study away to be
where they are just so one day you can lie down and die
and say that you did forever what they wanted from life
in itself which is the only thing that you can’t get from
but to give to and drink the juice that flows down like
a syrupy wine drink my friend before the chalice becomes
cracked and all evaporates into a fine mist and you wonder
if it was really there at all/ If it was really there at
all if it was really there at all/ If it was really there
at all

Ride
(instrumental)

SIDE 2:

You're A Picture
And the fun starts again
And the birds are siging to the swirling sun
And I am following a trail of blood
It's not the sandman
He's a dead man
And if I can shake his hand I might be done

Now there's a picture that I have in front of me
And you have asked to explain it's history
They aren't in love
Is that enough
Because the whole damn thing is so complex it's easy
It's easy

CHORUS - I have one head I keep my 2 brains in
Not cos I'm Gemini and I am not a twin
I can't resist
The urge to insist
That we do not exist

Now that I am dead I guess I should not eat
It seems that would be a strange corpse for you to meet
No they don't
I know they don't
And if I'm dead I should act accordingly

CHORUS

Don't take my eyeballs to the children on the moon
Out of atmosphere they'll crinkle up like prunes
I am not mad
They split my dad
Now listen to my brains as they croon

You're a picture of a picture
Don't forget to read your Fichte
All your friends will talk behind your back
And one day ask What's which ya
You can't explain
You're of two brains on every issue
You're a picture of a picture
Of a picture of a picture
Of a picture of a picture
Of a picture of a picture
Of a picture of a picture
Of a picture

Much Bigger
If I was much bigger
I could kill someone smaller than myself
I could pull the trigger
Of the gun I found laying on my shelf
There would be no limit to the ways in which
I could pull myself up
If I was much bigger
There would be no limits to the ways

If I was much smarter
There's no way I'd lose every game I played
If I was much smarter
I'd come out on top every single day
There would be no limit to the ways in which
I could improve myself
If I was much smarter
There would be no limits to the ways

I believe
I believe
I believe

If I was much cooler
I could get my groove on with every chick I see
I could make the earth move
I would be the king of carnality
There would be no limit to the ways in which
I could get myself laid
If I was much cooler
There would be no limits to the ways

I believe
I believe
I believe

I believe in the things you say
I should change
I believe in the things you say
And in the ways
I believe in the things you say
By the way

I could be much better
I could be polite and not offend your eyes
I could write a letter
To the guy in the sky you keep in disguise
There would be no limit to the ways in which
I could agree with you
If I was much better
There would be no limits to the ways

I believe
I believe
I believe

Titanic
music by Pixies (to the tune of "Gigantic")
And this I know
James Cameron made it slow
What a smash it was in real time
Saw it everyday
Look at the dough it made
With our lips we say we say

REFRAIN - Oh God Oh God Oh God
That iceberg looks small
Oh God Oh God Oh God
Look how they fall
Oh God Oh God Oh God
They can't swim at all

CHORUS - Titanic Titanic Titanic
A big, big boat
Titanic Titanic Titanic
A big, big boat

PCP
In everybody's food
That explains Celine Dion
Now it got 14
Oscar nominations
It'll win Gump Oscars

REFRAIN

CHORUS

CHORUS

A big big boat...

Not Gone
You're a breather a sigher
You're a midnight tire
You've got me so fucked up
That I became a liar
You are inside my head
You are inside my bed

Show you what I can do
Hope that I impress you
Have you so much in mind
Dream of a life less ruled
I give you all I've made
And you return in spades

It's not gone it's not gone
It's been long but it's not gone

You trust me with my words
Though more machine than me
I see you use no hands
For my debauchery
To get to sleep at night
I put you at my side

You're a breather a sigher
You're a midnight tire
You've got me so fucked up
That I became a liar
You are inside my head
You are inside my bed

I could be wrong I could be wrong
But I know it's past and it's not gone
I could be wrong I could be wrong
I know it's past but it's not gone

Long Long Time
It's been a long long time
It's been a long long time
It's been a long long time
Since I

It's been a long long time
At least four years
It's been a long four years
Since I

It's been a long long time
48 months
A dry 48 months
Since I

It's been a long long time
It's been a damn long time
It's been a long dry time
Since I

It's been a long long time
It's been a long long time
A long long long time
Since I

Impossibility
I waited all night for you to be at my side
But it looks like I waited too long
I've been holding out for just the right time
Now it looks like all my time is gone

And you know me
And you know me
And you know me

Neither restful nights nor keeping dry eyed
Ever entered any of my thoughts
I never got through a single amen
Now I think that all my karma's shot

But you know me
Yeah you know me
And you know me
I'm an impossibility

Anybody want to tell me what I should do
I am open to any advice
I don't want this to be the way this thing ends
I don't want to pay the price
I don't want to pay the price

But you know me
Yeah you know me
And you know me

But you know me
Yeah you know me
And you know me
I'm an impossibility

But It Helps
Well you don't have to be a psychic to be a psychic
And you don't have to be a genius to rule the world
You don't have to be a virgin to be a sidekick
You don't have to be a girl to be a girl
You don't have to be murdered to be famous
You don't have to be alone to be alone
You don't have to drive a car to get a girlfriend
Hell you don't even need to be on Death Row

CHORUS - But it helps
You don't have to be who you are
But it helps

You don't have to be licensed to go on driving
You don't have to be a scientist to go mad
You don't have to depart to be arriving
I don't have to be astounded but I am

CHORUS (x2)

The Last Days Of Fruitbag
(instrumental)