AbouT a Rarities and B-SideS LyricS


Here is a index of songs that will be covered through out this file.

1) MariGold

2) Oh The Guilt

3) D7

4) Even In His Youth

5) Beans

6) Blandest

7) Curmudgeon

8) Do You Love Me

9) Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip

10) Help Me, I'm Hungry

11) Here She Comes Now

12) I Hate Myself And Want To Die

13) Junkyard

14) Moist Vagina

15) Opinion

16) Pen Cap Chew

17) Return Of The Rat

18) Talk To Me

19) The Money Will Roll Right In

20) Token Eastern Song

21) Verse Chorus Verse

22) Alcohol

23) Clean Up Before She Comes

24) In His Room

25) On The Mountain

26) Pay To Play

27) Raunchola

28) Sappy

29) Spectre

30) Turnaround


MariGold


He's there in case I wandered off

He's scared because I warned

He's scared in case I want it all

He's scared 'cause I want

All in all the clock is slow

Six color pictures all in a row

Of a marigold


Oh, The Guilt


She seems to think

She seems too weak

She takes a week to get over it

She likes the sea

She likes to see

She likes to think she has all of it

She likes the sound

She likes the sand

She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit

She likes to be

She likes to be

She likes to be

She likes to go

She likes the time

She owns the time

She buys time and wraps herself in it


D7


Straight as an arrow

Defect defect

Not straight, not so straight

Reject reject

Towards anti-social

Solo solo

Standing on the stairs

Cold, cold morning

Ghostly image of fear

Mayday mayday

Gonna leave this region

They'll take me with them

Demented seven


Even In His Youth


Even in his youth

Even in his youth

Even in his youth he was nothing

Kept his body clean

Kept his body clean

Kept his body clean going nowhere

Daddy was ashamed

Daddy was ashamed

Daddy was ashamed he was nothing

Smears the family name

Smears the family name

Smears the family name he was something

He was born for your crew

I've got nothing left to prove

If I die before I wake

Hope I don't come back a slave

Even in his youth, yeah yeah


Beans


Beans, beans, beans

Daddy ate some beans

He was happy, happy, happy

And he ate some beans

Naked, naked, naked

Sitting cross-legged

Naked, naked, naked

And he was happy, happy, happy

And he ate some beans

Wine, wine, wine

Daddy had some wine

He was happy, happy, happy

And he ate some wine

Beans, beans, beans

Daddy ate some beans

And he drank some wine

And he was happy, happy, happy

As he drank some beans


Blandest


You're my favorite

Of my saviours

You're my favorite

Oh no

Yes you're my favorite

Of my favors

You're my razor

Oh no

Hey!

And the situation wasn't quite

As intense as I thought

I need you around

To remind me when not to be calm (to remind me what not to become)

And the situation wasn't quite

As intense as I thought

I need you around

To remind me when not to be calm

Calm, calm, calm


Curmudgeon


I can't hide, no

On the mantle

I'm not sad

Tilling that hoe

It's the season

I'm all reason

I have seen

All I have grown

Sheared at the seams

Cheat on me

And not seen

At the seams

I'm a lender

I'm a planter

I put something

In the garden

In the handle

On the mantle

I'm not Santa

I'm a god

I want a lady

Can you save me?

It's the sulfur

I have grown

'Tis the season

I'm all reason

I have fleas

So run on home


Do You Love Me?


You really like my limousine

You like the way the wheels roll

You like my seven inch leather heels

And goin' to all of the shows

But...

Do you love me?

Really love me?

Do you love me?

You like the credit cards and private planes

Money can really take you far

You like the hotels and fancy clothes

And the sound of electric guitars

You really like rock 'n' roll

All of the fame and the masquerade

You like the concerts and studios

And all the moeny honey that I make

Your backstage pass and black sunglasses

Make you look just like a queen

Even the fans they know your face

From all of the magazines

Originally by KISS


Gallons of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip


It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing

That you're only supposed to use once and then discard.

Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend.

My shyness, pet her flow.

She's only been five months late,

Even though we haven't had sex for a week.

A meal a day, a meal, I say.

And my heart's made my....

Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis.

She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer.

She's only five weeks late,

and I haven't had a date forever...

ever...ever...forever!

Wish I had more...more opportunity,

more chances to remember some things

so I couldn't have so much pressure on my...

on my...on my, um...ah, on my...um...um...head.

We'd have so much more diversity,

and so much more input, so much more creative flow,

if we had someone in school, a (GIT)...

GIT...geeks...in...town.

Ha!...Come on, Dave, think of one...

Girls In Trouble

It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels

No, GWC

Fuck, man, this is a waste of time!

(laughs) One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh!

You're personally responsible for...

the entire strip...to be washed away...

cleansed...as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol

flowed through the strip and were set on fire.

It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight.

And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,

and his...silk...

and he...he erected a beautiful city...

a city of stars.


Help Me, I'm Hungry


Hold me, there's too much tension

Grade me, I'm fucking hungry

Help me, I'm fucking cornered

Grade me, you might be right

Lightning fucking around in my head

Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up

People freaking every day

White lights inside

What do you want

Cold naked man, picked off his scabs and

Fed them to the pigeons

Help him, he's fucking cornered

Grade him it might be fun

Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...

Hold me, something's happening

Help me, somebody help me

Hold me, I'm fucking hungry

Help me, I'm right here, who are you?

Naked man (you say you saw)

Fed them, to the pigeons

Help him, he's fucking cornered

Grade him, it might be fun

Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...

Help me, I'm fucking hungry

Help me, I'm fucking up

Hold me, some fucking help


Here She Comes Now


Aah, if she ever comes now now

Aah, she looks so good,

aah, she's made out of wood, just look and see

- Originally by the Velvet Underground.


I Hate Myself and Want to Die


Runny nose and runny yolk

Even if you have a cold still

You can cough on me again

I still havent had my fulfill

In the someday what's that sound?

Broken heart and broken bones

Think of how a castrated horse feels

One more quirky cliche'd phrase

You're the one I wanna refill

In the someday what's that sound?

most people don't realize

that two large pieces of coral,

painted brown, and attached to his skull

with common wood screws can make a child look like a deer


Junkyard


I'm long gone from vertical, somewhere south is stopping me

I'm long gone from the american dream, you may decide it's not for me

I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide it's not for you.

I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide there's nothing there

born in a junkyard

I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide that it's not good

I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, you may decide on stopping me

I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide it's not that good

I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, you may decide on stopping me.

born in a junkyard

gone


Moist Vagina (a.k.a MV, Marijuana)


She had a moist vagina

I've been tickling the circumfrence

I've been sucking the walls of her anus

Marijuana

I prefered her to any other

Marijuana


Opinion


Congratulations you have won

It's a years subscription of bad puns.

And it makes your story our concern

And you set it up for returns

My opinions. Hmm. Huh. (4x)

And there seems to be a problem here.

Your state of emotion seems to clear.

You rise and fall like wall street stock

And they had an affect on our happy talk.

Our opinions. Hmm. Huh. (2x)

My opinions. Hmm. Huh. (2x)

Congratulations you have won

It's a years subscription of bad puns.

And it makes your story our concern

And you set it up for returns

Our opinions. Hmm. Huh.

Your opinions. Hmm. Huh. (3x)

My opinions. Hmm. Huh.


Pen Cap Chew


Ummm, lies again (it hurts again?)

Ummm, mine x3

Ummm, mmmm

You get (kill?), you get, you get, you get to me

All the years of tyrants such an easy way to go

You get, you get, you get, you get to me

Time to struggle and the scaling of fingernails

Ummm, lies again

Ummm, mine x3

Ummm, mmmm, You're lonely

Waste your time by saying he was gullible (sp?)

Give up all additions in there where it's cold

Push that gate, it is the age of red eye shame

Protest swine, go to jail, the travesty

Two minutes slow...slow...slow...oh


Return of the Rat


You better watch out

You better beware

They're coming from all sides of the country

You better beware

Return of the rat

No, no, no, no!

You better confess

You had better confess

You start to confess and see them through it

You better confess

- Cover of a song by Greg Sage and the Wipers


Talk To Me


Shake it down easy, shake it down sleazy, come on

Shake it down easy, shake yourself, Suzy, come on

Don't let me detain you

Try to ride along

Don't you lie, knowing

I am not sad

I am not silly

I am not chippin'

I am not chippin' away

Talk to me

In your own language, please

In your own

Talk to me

In your own language please

Shake it down easy, make it sound seamy, doll man

Make it sound now, make it full house, sad man

Leader of the band

Makes a mental hell

I won't weather it well

Well I never

Saw it with my arm

Paint it with my heart

Paint it with my eyes and make it right

Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man

Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man

You don't want to hear this

Nothin' but a whore

I will play the leader

With pain

Now you know I'm needy

Lay them down easy

Lay them down easy

Talk to me

In your own language please


The Money Will Roll Right In


I'm goin' to Hollywood, they'll see that I'm so good

I won't care how I feel, and I'll get to fuck Brooke Shields

I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

I want to be a star, I'm going to have a car

And you'll have to admit, I'll be rich as shit

I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

I would give you some, if you only would have treated me nice

You'll wish that you did, you'll feel pretty stupid

I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

It's fun to be a star, it's nice to have a car

Yeah, you'll have to admit, that I'll be rich as shit

And I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

The money will roll right in


Token Eastern Song (also known as Happy Hour)


I can read, I can write

I can breathe, proven fact

Bless my greed, greased unfold

Is it me, or my ego

Write some words, make them rhyme

Pieces for, story line

Set the mood, something new

Is it me, or my attitude

If you want, to belong

And you miss, the extremes

The extremes, acted out

Practicing

Perfecting

Pressuring

Unto to me

I will wade, in the fire

To explain, your asylum

Idle times, analyzing

We'll compare, all our sightings, come on

I speak, to hear, my voice


Verse Chorus Verse (also called "Everything and Nothing")


And if you save yourself

You will make him happy

He'll keep you in a jar

And you'll think you're happy

He'll give you breathing holes

And you'll think you're happy

He'll cover you with dust

And you'll think you're happy now

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room

The clue that came to you, oh

And if you guard yourself

You will think you're happy

He'll keep you in a jar

Then you'll make him happy

He'll give you breathing holes

Then you'll think you're happy

He'll cover you with dust

Then you'll think you're happy now

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room

The clue that came to you, oh

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room

The clue that came to you, oh

And if you fool yourself

You will make him happy

He'll keep you in a jar

Then you'll think you're happy

He'll give you breathing holes

Then you will seem happy

You'll wallow in the shit

Then you'll think you're happy now

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room

The clue that came to you, oh


Alcohol (Also called High On Hog)


My baby taught me how to be

My baby taught me how to fight

My baby taught me how to die

Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!

My baby taught me how to smoke

My baby taught me how to breathe

My baby taught me how to hide

My baby taught me how to leave

Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!

My baby taught me how to choke

My baby taught me how to eat

My baby taught me how to fuck

My baby taught me how to be

Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!

My old lady taught me (real well?)

My old lady taught me how to read

My old lady taught me how to write

My old lady taught me how to drink...

Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol

My old lady taught me how to smoke

My old lady taught me how to breath

My old lady taught me how to fight

My old lady taught me how to drink...

Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol

My old lady taught me how to choke (joke?)

My old lady taught me how to eat

My old lady taught me how to fight

My old lady would rather be with...

Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol


Clean Up Before She Comes


Clean up before she comes (x5)

Living in a dusty town (x3)

There's something in her eyes

Must be a smile from my mouth

There's something in her eyes

Must be a smile from my mouth

Twenty months has it all (getting older)

I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)

I must be getting old (getting older)

I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)

There's something in her eyes

Must be a smile from my mouth

There's something in her eyes

Must be a smile from my mouth

Clean up the dusty town

Living in a dusty town (x3)

Clean up before she comes (x3)

Living in a dusty town

I must be getting old (getting older)

I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)

Bad mouth spirit ate my vegetables


In His Room


He is gonna chase you in and out of a dream

You're not gonna thank him and I'm tired of this dream

Take him on occassion in the back of the room

If they don't show any affection he'll died in June

See the stab wounds in his hands

See him dying in his room

He's dying in his room

He's dying in his room

Heading for me, heading this way

He is coming, I don't care

I don't want to thank you, well I don't mind

Gave his only pleasures to a friend of mine

He's not gonna catch you in a lighted room

You don't thank him I know I should

See the stab wounds in his hands

You killed him, I don't care

Keep a promise, you would too

Keep a promise, you would too

See the silence in his head

He is coming, I don't care

We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind

They don't want to thank him, they don't have any time

In a conversation whom they don't know

They don't have any patience, they're becoming slow

See a famine in his head

See him coming at their heels

He loves you, give him a chance

I don't love him, I don't care

See him starving, give her hell

It is over, we don't care In His Room


On the Mountain (a.k.a. You Got No Right)


I would never bother you

I would never promise to

I would never bother you

I would never promise to

If I say that word again

I would move away from here

You won't be afraid of fear

You won't be afraid of fear

You won't be afraid of fear

I am walking in the piss

Always knew it would come to this

Things have never been so swell

And I have never felt so well

You know you're right

You know you're right

You know you're right

Whistle and I'll come inside

I no longer have to hide

Let's talk about someone else

She just wants to love herself

She moves away from here

She just wants to love herself

I won't move from here

You won't be afraid of fear

I won't move from here

You won't be afraid of fear

I am walking in the piss

Always knew it would come to this

Things have never been so swell

And I have never been so well

You know you're right

You know you're right

You know you're right

Maybe you're right...


Pay To Play


Monkey see, monkey do -- I don't know why I

Walk around, follow you -- I don't know why I

Throw it out, keep it in -- I don't know why I

Have to have poison skin -- I don't know why I

Pay

Pay to play

Give an inch, take a mile -- I don't know why I

Never faded, never smiled -- I don't know why I

Never mind, eat and run -- I don't know why I

Fuck your ass, for the fun -- I don't know why I

I don't know why I

Pay

Pay to play


Raunchola


If it's a hard, cold beat

You can go dance every night

You won't get it shown

It won't be missing the spice

You won't know that it hit ya

??????????????????????????????

Nothing'll make you win

Even the law won't fight

Yeah!

Looking to make your winning

Even if it makes you look nice

You (I?) got a sound that's nice

Watching (making?) the days go by

You can't go to the day lord's house

We don't have no doubt

We go to too many cocktails

Pimples in way..

??????????????????????????????


Sappy


And if you say your prayers

You will make God happy

And if you do what's true

You will make me happy

I'll keep you in a jar

And you will seem happy

I'll give you breathing holes

You will think you're happy, now

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room

And if you save yourself

You will make him happy

He'll bring you fine rewards

Then you will feel happy

I'll keep you in my room

I'm sure you'll be happy

And if you save your soul

You will think you're happy now

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room


Spectre


To hope is admittance

Feed before beginning

Double-sided cynics

Reflected images

Don't be so selfish

Leaving the image

Follow it far

To find where you are

You haven't grown

Go on alone

Never finished his sentence

Remained in seclusion

For the next few days

Family is circuling

He having moved up

All the styles of heresy

Finally he appeared unexpectedly

Looking for company


Turnaround


Take a step outside yourself

And turn around

Take a look at who you are

It's pretty scary

So silly

Revolting

You're not much

You can't do anything

Take a step outside the city

And turn around

Take a look at what you are

It is revolting

You're really nowhere

So wasteful

So foolish

Poppycock

Who said don't look back?

Don't believe 'em

Go for that crazy sounding restaurant

'Cause they're gonna try and get behind you

Don't you let them do it

You know what I'm talking about?

You hear me talking?

You hear me talking?

It's pretty scary it's so revolting

Take a step outside the country

And turn around

Take a look at what you are

It is amazing

Take a good look

You're no big deal

You're so petty

It's lots

Take a step outside the planet

Turn around and around

Take a look at where you are

It's pretty scary