DISCOGRAPHY

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Rapid City Muscle Car
December 1994

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Me and Joe were drivin’ in his rusty van
makin’ last call is gonna be tight
well I’m dreamin’ of a girl I’ll never see again
where we went to a get a drink tonight
a dream of silhouettes embracing
then one reaches to turn off the light
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we’re on the search
I’m always searchin’
I’m on the search
‘cause I’m a wigglin’ jigglin’ fool until the break of dawn
I keep searchin’ seachin’ all the time
Yeah, well I know I’ll never find it but I just can’t stop Pretenders all pretend, they got to look depressed
posin’ for the cover of Life
well they’re simple like the Blues
but I’m a symphony I’m gonna find out what I’m really like when I’m stripped of all identity floating through
an urban life
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we’re on the search
I’m always searchin’
I’m on the search
‘cause I’m a wigglin’ jigglin’ fool until the break of dawn Yeah, I know I’ll never find it but I just can’t stop

Face Club, pal
I stepped to the urinal
I went and fished with my fly
I’ze tryin’ to get a stain off
when I noticed a guy
He was punishin’ the Bishop
and zeroed in on my pride
the subtle comedy amused me
but I’m afraid I had to make the peeper die
You’re in my Sockable Face Club You gotta punchable face, bub You gotta punchable face, bub Grab him, nab him
Everything you do makes me feel like you need to get a blackened eye You gotta sockable face
Then there was heard a symphony of punchin’ It chattered his glass jaw
woke up in blood and beer and lunchin’
on some red tongue slaw
He kind of laid there burblin’ and there rose a stench like a million baby diapers
then somethin’ caramelized on his pants
You’re in my Sockable Face Club
You gotta punchable face, bub
You gotta punchable face, bub
You are a sockable who how can I say what I want to get through to you
Pal, punch you in the eggs and make’em runny get up and gallop and go
Your mama’s face in my locket
Your friends are diggin’ the Ho’
I learned from Larry, Mo and Curly not to take no guff
but sneaky peeky got me surly
I’m a Semper Fi, the kind of guy who likes to play rough
Drama, Drama, Drama, Drama—your face
Hey, there guys step aside the cleanin’ guy is here to lay that mop and bucket down
clean up blood and beer
He needs a cigarette ‘cause he hates work
and has to put up with alot of jerks
You’re in my Sockable Face Club You gotta punchable face, bub You’re a disgrace to the human race You got a stupid look on you face

Spider weaves a spit green sea
that tangles up and drowns the fly—poor fly—
Well, he’s got pneumonia just like me
but he can’t swim as well as I
and I realized as I watched him die
near this bed of mine
There was a secret to vision, a fairy tale madness
rise on mercury pearl
I was strangled in the blankets sweatin’
Fightin’ for my poor short life—poor fly—
floating infinitesimal I felt it bloom with graceful eyes and I said good-bye to my future joys lying mummified.
There was a secret to vision, a fairy tale madness
rise on mercury pearl
Steam heater hissing, grandma is kissing,
staring at my box of colored chalk the thermometer shak- ing fever is breaking
comin’ down like Jack from his bean stalk
thus my little room became the cocoon
for my senses five.
There was a secret to vision, a fairy tale madness
rise on mercury pearl
rise on mercury I’m here to give you my world.

The Ding Dong Daddy of the D-car line
had a thing for the ladies for which he did time
he reaped a little more than he could sow
of the pleasures the Mormons in Utah know
he could not restrain himself when he saw a nice caboose Say Ding
Say Dong
That Ding Dong Daddy he did sixteen women wrong
the Ding Dong Daddy had a sensual soul
Lonely women flocked to him and he loved them all
the train went in the tunnel in the dark he proposed
the bonds of matrimony in the sweetest prose
The ladies got together and decided they’d been had
this ain’t Salt Lake and you ain’t Don Juan man
We’ve got to give you credit we was happy for a time but you’re the Ding Dong Daddy of the D-car line
say Ding
say Dong
That Ding Dong Daddy he did sixteen women wrong

Hit me baby, get me sprung
get the straitjacket off your tongue Your banana, my taboo
Get to freakin’ with your hide
Make me seek a parabolic glide
Get me soakin’ tired funk it to you ‘Cause I’m with ya and I’ll back ya and I shot the dog that’s comin’ at ya and I shout, Hey what’s that say,
the same old shitiness is on its way
Like two cue balls in a sock
I been waitin’ for you to knock
and bust me out a solid rock
Squirmy wormin’ through my skull
Made an ashtray out of my soul
Needle skippin’ in this cosmonaughty groove I hate the same old shit
It’s just the same old shit

He’s a friend to all the stars made a fortune sellin’ cars not beyond a little sleaze he’s Mister White Keys
Wifey loves the tannin’ booth just a little altered truth Made America’s Who’s Who
if he could do it so could you
Sheltered in tax brackets
higher than an angels cloud pontificates on rackets
and cheats on his wife with his pals
Once he met a musician
shook his hand like a soul man Not alot like you or me,
he’s Mister White Keys
He climbs into daddies Benz and goes collecting the rents of those welfare cheats Alot of trouble when he tries to find the beat he dances like a shovel with a couple left feet He said he’d rather own the whole damn town then be graceful or be well-endowed
He exaggerates a bit
foot and mouth a perfect fit
He’s the one who tried the cheese He’s Mister White Keys
I feel sorry for the guy
I laugh when I see his shtick
all that poor bastard wanted
was to make it with the beautiful chicks but that don’t excuse the prick
He’s Mister White Keys
He climbs into daddies Benz and goes collecting the rents of those welfare cheats

She shimmers like the surface of a swimming pool staring out of blue horizon eyes
She’s flippin’ through the pages of the interview Her fingernails are diamond white
She winces at the passing of a careless thought of butchered bodies in the morgue
and then she shakes her hair across her eyes like a closed blonde door
The crime wasn’t low self-esteem this time, they joked as they loaded in the back door for a couple of stiffs up on skyline drive
A pastel colored the sky, the city below them
He points down to the place that he lives from up on skyline drive
Marble furniture the color of toothpaste She sits beside the pool out in the sun teabag floats as if an astronaut in space and menstruates in a silver cup
Sentry system picking up a bearded man
he’s muttering under his breath
Up in the helicopter camera’s roll as he’s shot to death

A bum was in my trash, he’s pickin’ out all the cans firewater burnin’ up his poor swollen glands
The Lysol and Listerine, it went to his head
he easts boot black rotted on a piece of white bread
He did the pink elephant, the pink elephant blinded by the sauce, you knew I’d rather stay bent
Sleazy P. Martini ran the Pink Elephant
with the hot pink curtains where the sloe gin decants A shave and a haircut, knock, knock
would for sure get you in to see
the Cherry Poppin’ Daddies play the lampshades We’re zebra skin
We did the Pink, the Pink Elephant
blinded by the sauce you know I’d rather stay bent
My mouth is like a circus but I’m always in debt
I’d never pass the bar unless I thought it was wet
but that’s the way they sucker me to my final dissolve ‘cause if you set’em up I’m drinkin’em down
I did the Pink, the Pink Elephant
blinded by the sauce you know I’d rather stay bent

Ivy creepin’ up the old gravestone
Ivy creepin’ up the old gravestone
willow tree swayin’ like ghost neath the yellow moon That big black strain is moanin’ in the stockyard That big black strain is moanin’ in the stockyard Devil bury daddy down deep in hell
The last time I saw him, he was dead drunk
leavin’ in a boxcar
I’m one mean orphan hitchin’ through the badlands I’m one mean orphan hitchin’ through the badlands with a cracked and faded picture of the man
I call Dad
When I find you, you’re gonna know it
Your gonna sleep right next to your wife, man I’m gonna teach you a lesson you kid has learned Never go back on your word
I never knew my Dad
but I still want to meet him
I’m gonna tell that man,
“There is some blood on you hands” I never knew my Dad
but I still want to meet him
I’m gonna tell that man
whether you loved us or not Dad garbage is stuff you throw out
Can’t stop coughin’ and my hat’s filled with rain Can’t stop coughin’ and my hat’s filled with rain I got hunger burnin’
like a fever in my brain
Ma got frail and I watched her suffer
Ma got frail and I watched her suffer
Now she’s dead and her bloods on your hands I swore to her I’d hunt you down and bury you right next to her on our land
I never knew my Dad
but I still want to meet him
I’m gonna show that man whether you loved us or not, Dad garbage is stuff you throw out I’m just the son you don’t want

He loses himself in the boxscores she can’t decide what to wear there will be no realization today and she’ll carry out her affair She dreams frequent and vividly He has no dreams at all
She describes them to him every mornin’
as he complains about the mileage of his car they have no children to speak of
and don’t own their colonial home
the color TV lulls one of them to sleep
while the other changes stations alone
Hand in hand I lost her hand and cried the tears Lovers understand
They could not afford a real honeymoon
so they strolled hand in hand in the Square she does the same with the guy at the office He likes the color of her hair
He’s quiet and tired alot lately
he sets goals and doesn’t follow through
he stares at her picture on the fireplace
and whispers a prayer to the room
“There are no mistakes,” he says, shrugging off, “We just did what we had to do
I don’t think that I could get angry again
at least not like I did in my youth
Hand in hand I lost her hand and cried the tears Lovers understand.”
Sur le quai son mouchoir
on the platform, her handkerchief S’enfuit deja
already disappears
Sous le jour qui s’allonge
In the day that stretches S’estompe a l’horizon
Fades at the horizon
[The loud peak you are hearing at the end of this track is intentional]

I was back in New York and thinkin’ of you saw you from my cab, a shimmering jewel the drunk on absinthe way you see
She’s a great soul in a small destiny Demystify, yes I was always degrade
You swallowed my chocolate covered grenade but now I see what shark eyes do
Iggy and Bob they had one too
Johanna, what is true?
I stayed in college town
and took my time to move on
my name will never move
carved in the sidewalk here with you
I ain’t Shakespeare I speak about what I know
No angels in a whirlwind, dirt I can hold
Not a hero and I just want to pay my bills
I don’t understand girls
move on, move on . . .
Your disillusioned eye the day the rabbit died
I crawled into my hole, we weren’t so young anymore I stayed in college town
and took my time to move on
our names will never move
carved in the sidewalk here with you

Better that we keep mysteries intact
so no dissection there’s no charm in that Frayed old flame we’re not the same
but you’re ringin’ through my chains
in a way beyond explainin’
Obsession and disgust an avalanche of thought I am a monster at least that’s what I thought Frayed old flame we’re not the same
but you’re ringin’ through my chains
in a way beyond explainin’
Before you leave I want you to look over
look here at me for once I’m sittin’ still
This barn is red, these hills are green with summer The past is dead and all is forgiven—to be real Petals start to snow from her half open hands
You loved a failure, now I’m just a man
All those questions that I won’t ask
when I look around at the sky up above
I kick my feet in the ashes of defeat and
know that when push comes to shove
remain in love

They pumped out his stomach thirty Barbie heads
using a calculator he made it rain for Deb
for Deb, he made it rain for Deb
Lives on sugar packets and moldy dumpster bread
with deadly Kung Fu action, he’s killin’ Gooks in his head He’s rockin’ out, he’s passed out in his chair
Girl, he was wigglin’ one-hundred percent of his hair—over there
Four dimensions, the black box, they put in his brain—for you He had a mongrel puppy, always smeared with mud
They found it half eaten rolled up in a Persian rug
He’s rockin’ out, he’s passed out in his chair
Girl, he was wigglin’ one-hundred percent of his hair—over there
Four dimensions, the black box, they put in his brain

Hear my voice where you are take a train
steal a car
hop a freight grab a star
Come back to me
Catch a plane
catch a breeze
on your hands
on your knees
swim or fly only please, Come back to me
On a mule in a jet
with your hair in a net
or a towel wringin’ wet
I don’t care this is where you should be
From the hills, from the shore ride the wind to my door Turn highways to dust
break the laws if you must move the world, only just Come back to me
Have you gone to the moon
or the corner saloon
and to rack and ruin mademoiselle where in the hell can you be?
In a crate
in a trunk
on a horse
on a drunk
In a Rolls or a van wrapped in Mink or Saran anyway that you can, Come back to me
Bring it on back

My waiter is a Brando affecting Nicholson’s smile
I feel a sort of compassion but choking down my dinner was a trial
The sixty-five-year-old poet, he’s still finding his voice
I read his old yellowed clipping calling him
the poor man’s shithouse Joyce
The Impossible Dream, yes you will find out
His face was a jackel it seemed to her in the dim
She clutched her precious objects that held no meaning for him She stuffed her screeching child into a stroller
it’s throwing cheap plastic toys in its wake
transfixed and horrified he watched it snack on
some kind of albino cake
The Impossible Dream, yes you will find out
Start at the top and live like you’re always willing to tell, But you know it makes no difference to me
This year you’ll reinvent yourself and grow
comfortably soft you’ll jump over the barbed wire
and get your giblets torn off
Slow motion in a crashin’ car
Her halo formed in shattered glass Yellow police tape and a blonde wig I guess you went too fast
The Impossible Dream, yes you will find out