1) CALIFORNIA TUFFY A ball of light comes down to bite me on the ass,
the legs, the breasts. I'm falling from my nest,
my earth, my pride, are laughing from inside.
My eyes are closed, and I'm dripping like a rose.
A nickel, a dime, you find, still rolling on the ground.
You found a pearl in a strange and tangled girl.
You laid her down and her face screwed up your mind.
It's all a dream that is bursting at the seams.
In tortoise, in shell, in hell, you'll find me on my back.
I crack, once more. Yes I am just a tart,
a heart on stilts. Pick the flower and it will wilt,
to die in bliss, for a greedy lover's kiss.
Old palm trees sway in the breeze, lick my lips.
I'll be alone forever. You will never get my heart.
(Bozulich)
Carla Bozulich: singing, electric guitar
Nels Cline: electric 12-string guitar
William Tutton: electric bass
Kevin Fitzgerald: drums
Jessy Greene: violin, singing
2) TOY BOX Less is not more take cover the end is near don't walk thanks alot bleeding me.
My shell on top of your knotty fist with a speculum shoved up my cunt after hours
Take solace my love in the little things:
red droplets wet eyelashes and money.
That's the way it goes. I shot my baby.
It has to be love.
For one lousy minute she felt like a queen.
I stand here naked at attention. Is this my only skill?
I fucked my first fruit today, lousy lay.
I asked my daddy for a quarter he gave twenty-five cents
and a kiss for good luck.
Daddy, what can I do to make you stop crying?
I been wanderin the canned fruit aisle
wondering what I can do to make you smile.
Jesus only knows.
In time I'll grow to big and old
to help you with your strange hurt.
But right now I'm a school girl learning exactly
what I was put on this earth for.
For one lousy minute she felt like a queen.
Should the smart little girl tell a story or a lie
with her eyes on the toy she's a tomboy in the mirror.
Watch her as she changes.
See how she grows.
Her cells are re-arrangin. She'll need a woman's clothes.
What are these ugly changes? Jesus only knows...
(Bozulich, Tutton, Fitzgerald, Keenan)
Carla: singing, electric guitar
Nels: electric guitar
William: acoustic bass, electric bass, cello
Kevin: drums
Jessy: violin, viola, singing
3) I KILLED THE CUCKOO With your pussy lite feather like lonely
one hour later I killed the cuckoo
the clock is dead once and for all
till the next time I run in with you
doesn't her smile smack of starvation
her legs outstretched towards her salvation
in a word it's suicide like everything else
no no no no baby doll
don't take no for an answer baby doll
take your pill and wash it down with perfume
I'm in bed ready to be exhumed
You might think I hate you.
got a strong true heart blue heart baby smart
lay me lower than I prayed for sweety heart
in the end you crash into a milk truck
I can see it in the tea leaves you're fucked
You might think I hate you.
(Bozulich, Fitzgerald, Tutton)
Carla: singing, electric guitar, sampling
Nels: electric guitar
William: electric bass
Kevin: drums
Jessy: viola, singing
4) TRASHMAN IN FURS Lay down Rosey.
It's the blue and the orange time,
a water and a twist of lime.
I had so much to tell you. I raced through the sky
to touch you for the last time
So much to tell you I raced through the sky
to whisper a message
into your morphine drip.
Not a dark boy a sparkle and a mark boy
making cake out of trashcan afterthoughts.
Death is a spinster mortally wacking the funny boys
till they're not laughing anymore.
Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry
I'm havin fun drivin I'm ridin ridin ridin to
a place with no pain no tears no art no ears no cars
no need for you to cry for me don't cry for me they're
here for me no need for you to cry
(Bozulich, Tutton, Greene)
Carla: singing, electric bass
Nels: electric guitar
William: acoustic bass
Kevin: drums
Jessy: viola, violin
5) SWIM BACK TO ME Won't you look inside and see
what's inside a girl like me?
Rivers of blood pour from my eyes,
your careless heart I do despise
Sailing in a dunce cap revelry,
good morning on the bright blue sea.
Check out all the peaches waving from the shore.
Another taste of honey to kill or to ignore.
Forget me so fine,
but don't forget how willing was I.
Swim back to me.
Your sunken pearls adorn the depths
where your body rests
within the hands of fish and sand.
Looking down I see your face reflected in the waves,
touched upon by the rippling grace of a waterly grave.
Your hand holds up a pretty shell.
I'm ringing like a firebell.
Swim back to me.
A lover's hand combs through the sand
she finds a most imperfect pearl just like her world.
Swim back to me.
(Bozulich, Fitzgerald)
Carla: singing, electric guitar
Nels: electric guitar
William: acoustic bass, cello
Kevin: drums
Jessy: violin, singing
6) SEVEN OR IN 10 Talk to me a little more.
Talk to me with those lips pretty pink,
make me sink into your eyes,
tell me another lie.
Take everything I am.
Take it for your own, take my home,
take my beautiful wife,
you'd love to take my life
Not so fast fucker.
I gotta little trick for you.
I can split in two or seven or in 10
little friends,
on which I can depend.
We told you not to touch the door.
We told you not to try to get
inside our head or in our bed,
you wanna own this dish,
so you can eat it any time you wish.
Not so fast fucker.
(Bozulich, Cline)
Carla: singing, electric bass
Nels: electric guitar
William: acoustic bass, cello
Kevin: drums
Jessy: singing
7) CLAUDINE
(Fibbers)
Carla: organwife
Nels: slide guitar, coda psychosis
Kevin: drums
William: electric bass, piano
Steve Fisk: celeste
Vocals courtesy of Spider Sabich Memorial Choir
8) FOLKS LIKE ME don't cry when I say goodbye love
my hearts want to remain what I've become
but I feel your little hands tremblin
cuz you know the love we shared is nearly done
and I'm goin back to the place where
folks like me are from
my people won't forget me
they'll kill me if I try to fight
there's just no word for this where I come from
I was a trusted servant a noble scientist
but now a fugitive lover's what I've become
and I'm going back to the place where
folks like me are from
I told you from the start that I was not what I appeared
but one look in your eyes and I loved you
my plans were corrupted by your sweet fingertips
I never meant to fall in love
my work here was simple till I met you
I should've gone back a long time ago
this body's gettin' old and you know
I'll die in the cold winter sun
I'm goin back to the place
my old life and my old face
I'm going back to the place where
folks like me are from
your lord knows I don't want to leave here
I'd like to stay in this little house and provide for you
and if I knew I'd only be risking my own life
I'd stay until they came and struck me dead
but I couldn't stand to see them hurt a hair on your sweet head
so goodbye to laughter and kisses
goodbye to your belly and your tongue
back home I'll soon forget just what bliss is
and it don't seem fair
but I'm goin back to the place
back to my own race
you won't have to live life on the run
I'm going back to the place where
folks like me are from
(Bozulich)
Carla: singing
Nels: electric guitar, lap steel guitar
William: acoustic bass
Kevin: drums
Jessy: violin
9) PET ANGEL The moon is so full, an owl winks just once
you offer to dance with me.
You cradle my body in safety and warmth
and a sweet wind blows through the trees.
Step to a one and a two and a three,
step to a four, five and six.
Swing your little girl three times on her love
and your lover picks up sticks.
To you, to you, your love sticks to you,
like you wished for a million times.
The skies are parting, the clouds fill with rain
and a lonesome church bell chimes.
The rain cracks the sky like tears of joy,
the rain makes mischief in her hair.
Your love needs a comb, won't you please take me home
for a towel and some dry things are there.
I tripped in my chill, got a hand from ol' Bill,
the man with the porcupine face.
You grabbed my little wrist and you gave it a kiss.
You said, "Old Bill'd never take your place."
To you, to you, straight home to you,
take her to your spot on the map.
Give a taste of your love and a taste of your strap,
give her someone to answer to.
You are my sunshine, I pull the drapes shut tight.
It's curtains for you, goodbye.
The cat's in the bag, the bag's in the river,
the river makes me cry.
Your hands, my heart, what's so hard about that?
Nothin 'cept I can't be your wife.
I loved that boy 'till death do us part,
till the evening I took his life.
To you, to you, straight up to you,
into your charitable hands.
Take care of him Jesus, I know you'll do what's best,
lay his wicked soul to rest
Take care of him, Jesus, I know you'll do what's best,
lay his wicked soul to rest
(Bozulich, Tutton, Greene)
Carla: singing, electric guitar
Kevin: singing
Nels: electric guitar
William: acoustic bass
Jessy: viola
10) BUTCH Pretty child your eyelashes
whippin through the rain,
wishin you were waterproofed.
Wishin you could prove that
pretty place
in a little box inside.
The black streamin down your cheeks.
Stay out stay back stay black kitty cat black pushin thirty-five under an answer blanket.
Pretty child your eyelashes
The boy is a bird, the boy is a bird.
The boy is a bird, the boy is always a much prettier bird than any old girl bird.
He took his time in the mirror this morning.
Shades of light green, deep blue, and just a touch of rouge.
It's funny how easy it is to lose
and all you're left with is chaos and a dirty face.
Look at me I'm far from home,
testing the waters,
with a broken wing,
I'm weightless.
Underwater I can fly.
Just take your time baby.
You don't have to be rushin around
Go on in the bathroom and wash your face dear, you look puffy.
(Bozulich, Cline)
Carla: singing
Nels: electric guitar, organ
Kevin: drums, glockenspiel
William: acoustic bass
Jessy: violin
11) ARROW TO MY DRUNKEN EYE Thieves and sweet things all come this way.
Anyone is welcome until the break of the day.
Don't be caught with your nightie mussed
and if you are questioned, don't tell them,
don't tell them what we've discussed.
I look under my bed no monsters are there.
I still have hands and a head so it's been a good day.
Been a good day so I say my prayers, I say my prayers.
Don't rescue me, I'm fine right where I am...
I'm censor, I'm optic, I'm a lake at high noon, glittering ripple rip open cocoon.
(Can)
Carla: singing, electric guitar
Nels: electric guitar
William: electric bass
Kevin: drums
Jessy: violin
13) THE DWARF SONG They lay me down in a boat like a swan.
The fairies serve me tea in a buttercup - and I'm gone...
We float in her. Her wings are clipped.
But she swims so good, our fine swan ship
and I dip into her eyes...
I found a reason to live today.
My clumsy hands are full of grace.
I make them dance in the strangest place - they fall down.
The trees bow their sleepy heads.
Their flowers drip into my bed
and I touch them to my cheek...
(Bozulich)
Carla: singing, acoustic guitar, piano strings
Nels: electric guitar, lap steel guitar
Kevin: drums, glockenspiel, percussion
William: acoustic bass, cello
Jessy: violin, viola
Steve Fisk: celeste, optigan
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