Post by ben on Feb 8, 2007 20:44:13 GMT -5
IMMORTAL
WHO'S THE MAN WHO STOLE FIRE FOR THE PEOPLE?
WHO CAUSES TREMBLING IN THE BONES OF EVIL?
WHO CARVED A MOUNTAIN INTO A CATHEDRAL?
I AM IMMORTAL.
HALF-BLIND AND SPITTING STRAIGHT INTO THE WIND,
DOWN, DOWN, TRYING TO DRAG ME DOWN.
IT'S ALL RIGHT, I GO TO DREAMING.
IT'S ALL RIGHT, I GO TO DREAMING.
IN DOG YEARS…
THE BLOOD OF LIONS,
I, LIQUEFYING.
I AIN'T DYING.
I AM IMMORTAL.
WHO RIDES THE SOLAR CYCLE WITH NO HANDS MA?
WHO FOUND THE ARK INSIDE TEXARKANA?
WHO ASKS THE QUESTIONS THAT HAVE NO ANSWERS?
HALF-BLIND AND SPITTING STRAIGHT INTO THE WIND.
DOWN, DOWN, TRYING TO DRAG ME DOWN.
IN DOG YEARS…
I AM IMMORTAL.
I AM IMMORTAL.
I AM IMMORTAL.
IN DOG YEARS…
THE BLOOD OF LIONS,
I, LIQUEFYING.
I AIN'T DYING.
I AM IMMORTAL.
DRINK TO THE DEAD
IF KNEE DEEP IN CATNIP AT THE OLD ICE BOX,
I RECOMMEND YOU WHISTLE AND GIVE THE BOX THREE KNOCKS.
SHOULD YOU BE SO LUCKY TO HEAR WHISPERING,
IT IS AN INVITATION FOR YOU TO LEAP IN.
MAY YOU GO MARCHING IN THREE-MEASURE TIME,
DRESSED UP AS ASSES AND DRUNK TO THE NINES.
SWING FROM THE RAFTERS SHOUTING THOSE SONGS
GONE UNSUNG FOR FAR TOO LONG.
IF BOXING YOUR SHADOW AT THE WALL FULL OF MOSS
AND ANTLERS APPROACH YOU, THEN I AM AT A LOSS.
MAY YOU GO MARCHING IN THREE-MEASURE TIME
DRESSED UP AS ASSES AND DRUNK TO THE NINES.
SWING FROM THE RAFTERS SHOUTING THOSE SONGS
GONE UNSUNG FOR FAR TOO LONG.
DRINK TO THE DEAD ALL YOU STILL ALIVE
WE SHALL JOIN THEM, IN GOOD TIME.
SHOULD YOU GO CROSSING THAT SILVERY BROOK,
IT'S BEST TO LEAP BEFORE YOU LOOK.
DRINK TO THE DEAD ALL YOU STILL ALIVE
WE SHALL JOIN THEM, IN GOOD TIME.
SHOULD YOU GO CROSSING THAT SILVERY BROOK,
IT'S BEST TO LEAP BEFORE YOU LOOK.
IF SURROUNDED BY TOADSTOOLS AT THE OLD GREEN GLEN,
I'M AFRAID THERE IS LITTLE THAT I CAN RECOMMEND,
SAVE ALL OF YOUR COURAGE AND SINCERE PRAYER.
AND WHERE YOU GO A' TREADING TAKE THE UTMOST CARE.
DRINK TO THE DEAD ALL YOU STILL ALIVE
WE SHALL JOIN THEM, IN GOOD TIME.
SHOULD YOU GO CROSSING THAT SILVERY BROOK,
IT'S BEST TO LEAP BEFORE YOU LOOK.
DRINK TO THE DEAD ALL YOU STILL ALIVE
WE SHALL JOIN THEM, IN GOOD TIME.
SHOULD YOU GO CROSSING THAT SILVERY BROOK,
IT'S BEST TO LEAP BEFORE YOU LOOK.
OREGON
Went out the back of Halifax
All the way to Virginia, Fairfax
It wasn't weird enough
So I went west to Oregon
All I, All I wonder
While I run
Is what's, is what's
Next on my agenda
I made a ruckus with a succubus
Before she knew I was amphibious
She threw her hands up and started to scream
"Man you look like your straight outta V."
All I, all I wonder
While I run
Is what's, is what's
Next on my agenda
(spoken)
And so it was that I, a wayward throwback to the Mesozoic, was enslaved as a circus freak to entertain you drunken monkeys. But Fate still had her twisted sense of humor and she granted me safe passage to sunny Florida, where for over the past 300 years now I have been breeding with an unheard of efficiency. And soon my progeny will rise up and say "Hail Draco, king of the dragon men!"
I fashion my crown from Quetzlcoatl's quills
Build my palace in the jungles of Brazil
In the summertime come my children
"For I hail Draco, king of dragon men!"
I fashion my crown from Quetzlcoatl's quills
Build my palace in the jungles of Brazil
In the summertime come my children
"For I hail Draco, king of dragon men!"
Eulogy for a Ghost
The leather soles go shuffling in,
Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin.
Now who will toast our noble host that has this morning given up the ghost?
The wooden coffer hand to hand.
Kind words are offered, silent prayers.
But she is satisfied the most while stabbing madly at the roast.
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve.
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.
The creditor rides with his men.
The death of debtors he won't forgive.
They repossess his silver eyes, now in the potter's field he lies.
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve.
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.
Waiting for a dead man's shoes.
Have you heard the latest news?
Lazarus is back from the dead looking as one would expect.
Dripping with the waters of Sheol.
Babbling about body and soul.
And Then he found his wife in their bed buck naked and already wed.
The tax collector beneath his sheets.
The door swings open. Floorboards creak.
Now who will toast our noble host who has this morning given up the ghost?
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve.
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.
RED HORSE RAINBOW
PAN-AMOEBIC ALGEBRA BREED BIZARRE BACTERIA
WHAT TO DO? OH WHAT TO DO?
AFRICANIZED KILLER BEES, ALABASTER DEITIES,
MILK FROM SPOONS, SIP MILK FROM SPOONS.
WITHIN THE RUINS AGAINST THE FIRTH
THE SALAMANDER HAS GIVEN BIRTH.
ONLY RED HORSE RAINBOWS CAN SAVE US.
LET THEM RUN WILD AND ASUNDER.
CALL THE ROYAL GUARD TO LET THE PEOPLE IN.
FLAMING ARROWS BY HUNDREDS.
PULL THE BOG-MAN FROM THE PEAT. STAND HIM UP ON BOTH HIS FEET.
HE JIGS AND REELS, HE JIGS AND REELS.
INFILTRATING SILVER CRABS CARRY A MOST SCENTED FLAG
TO THEIR FRONT LINES, TO THEIR FRONT LINES.
WITHIN THE RUINS AGAINST THE FIRTH
THE SALAMANDER HAS GIVEN BIRTH.
ONLY RED HORSE RAINBOWS CAN SAVE US.
LET THEM RUN WILD AND ASUNDER.
CALL THE ROYAL GUARD TO LET THE PEOPLE IN.
FLAMING ARROWS BY HUNDREDS.
RUN TO THE TOWER AND CALL UP THE MAGUS.
IF HE HAS CAUSED THIS WE'LL TEAR OUT HIS PAGES,
THROW HIM IN SHACKLES AND REMOVE HIS HANDS.
WHO'S THE MAN WHO STOLE FIRE FOR THE PEOPLE?
WHO CAUSES TREMBLING IN THE BONES OF EVIL?
WHO CARVED A MOUNTAIN INTO A CATHEDRAL?
I AM IMMORTAL.
HALF-BLIND AND SPITTING STRAIGHT INTO THE WIND,
DOWN, DOWN, TRYING TO DRAG ME DOWN.
IT'S ALL RIGHT, I GO TO DREAMING.
IT'S ALL RIGHT, I GO TO DREAMING.
IN DOG YEARS…
THE BLOOD OF LIONS,
I, LIQUEFYING.
I AIN'T DYING.
I AM IMMORTAL.
WHO RIDES THE SOLAR CYCLE WITH NO HANDS MA?
WHO FOUND THE ARK INSIDE TEXARKANA?
WHO ASKS THE QUESTIONS THAT HAVE NO ANSWERS?
HALF-BLIND AND SPITTING STRAIGHT INTO THE WIND.
DOWN, DOWN, TRYING TO DRAG ME DOWN.
IN DOG YEARS…
I AM IMMORTAL.
I AM IMMORTAL.
I AM IMMORTAL.
IN DOG YEARS…
THE BLOOD OF LIONS,
I, LIQUEFYING.
I AIN'T DYING.
I AM IMMORTAL.
DRINK TO THE DEAD
IF KNEE DEEP IN CATNIP AT THE OLD ICE BOX,
I RECOMMEND YOU WHISTLE AND GIVE THE BOX THREE KNOCKS.
SHOULD YOU BE SO LUCKY TO HEAR WHISPERING,
IT IS AN INVITATION FOR YOU TO LEAP IN.
MAY YOU GO MARCHING IN THREE-MEASURE TIME,
DRESSED UP AS ASSES AND DRUNK TO THE NINES.
SWING FROM THE RAFTERS SHOUTING THOSE SONGS
GONE UNSUNG FOR FAR TOO LONG.
IF BOXING YOUR SHADOW AT THE WALL FULL OF MOSS
AND ANTLERS APPROACH YOU, THEN I AM AT A LOSS.
MAY YOU GO MARCHING IN THREE-MEASURE TIME
DRESSED UP AS ASSES AND DRUNK TO THE NINES.
SWING FROM THE RAFTERS SHOUTING THOSE SONGS
GONE UNSUNG FOR FAR TOO LONG.
DRINK TO THE DEAD ALL YOU STILL ALIVE
WE SHALL JOIN THEM, IN GOOD TIME.
SHOULD YOU GO CROSSING THAT SILVERY BROOK,
IT'S BEST TO LEAP BEFORE YOU LOOK.
DRINK TO THE DEAD ALL YOU STILL ALIVE
WE SHALL JOIN THEM, IN GOOD TIME.
SHOULD YOU GO CROSSING THAT SILVERY BROOK,
IT'S BEST TO LEAP BEFORE YOU LOOK.
IF SURROUNDED BY TOADSTOOLS AT THE OLD GREEN GLEN,
I'M AFRAID THERE IS LITTLE THAT I CAN RECOMMEND,
SAVE ALL OF YOUR COURAGE AND SINCERE PRAYER.
AND WHERE YOU GO A' TREADING TAKE THE UTMOST CARE.
DRINK TO THE DEAD ALL YOU STILL ALIVE
WE SHALL JOIN THEM, IN GOOD TIME.
SHOULD YOU GO CROSSING THAT SILVERY BROOK,
IT'S BEST TO LEAP BEFORE YOU LOOK.
DRINK TO THE DEAD ALL YOU STILL ALIVE
WE SHALL JOIN THEM, IN GOOD TIME.
SHOULD YOU GO CROSSING THAT SILVERY BROOK,
IT'S BEST TO LEAP BEFORE YOU LOOK.
OREGON
Went out the back of Halifax
All the way to Virginia, Fairfax
It wasn't weird enough
So I went west to Oregon
All I, All I wonder
While I run
Is what's, is what's
Next on my agenda
I made a ruckus with a succubus
Before she knew I was amphibious
She threw her hands up and started to scream
"Man you look like your straight outta V."
All I, all I wonder
While I run
Is what's, is what's
Next on my agenda
(spoken)
And so it was that I, a wayward throwback to the Mesozoic, was enslaved as a circus freak to entertain you drunken monkeys. But Fate still had her twisted sense of humor and she granted me safe passage to sunny Florida, where for over the past 300 years now I have been breeding with an unheard of efficiency. And soon my progeny will rise up and say "Hail Draco, king of the dragon men!"
I fashion my crown from Quetzlcoatl's quills
Build my palace in the jungles of Brazil
In the summertime come my children
"For I hail Draco, king of dragon men!"
I fashion my crown from Quetzlcoatl's quills
Build my palace in the jungles of Brazil
In the summertime come my children
"For I hail Draco, king of dragon men!"
Eulogy for a Ghost
The leather soles go shuffling in,
Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin.
Now who will toast our noble host that has this morning given up the ghost?
The wooden coffer hand to hand.
Kind words are offered, silent prayers.
But she is satisfied the most while stabbing madly at the roast.
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve.
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.
The creditor rides with his men.
The death of debtors he won't forgive.
They repossess his silver eyes, now in the potter's field he lies.
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve.
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.
Waiting for a dead man's shoes.
Have you heard the latest news?
Lazarus is back from the dead looking as one would expect.
Dripping with the waters of Sheol.
Babbling about body and soul.
And Then he found his wife in their bed buck naked and already wed.
The tax collector beneath his sheets.
The door swings open. Floorboards creak.
Now who will toast our noble host who has this morning given up the ghost?
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve.
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.
RED HORSE RAINBOW
PAN-AMOEBIC ALGEBRA BREED BIZARRE BACTERIA
WHAT TO DO? OH WHAT TO DO?
AFRICANIZED KILLER BEES, ALABASTER DEITIES,
MILK FROM SPOONS, SIP MILK FROM SPOONS.
WITHIN THE RUINS AGAINST THE FIRTH
THE SALAMANDER HAS GIVEN BIRTH.
ONLY RED HORSE RAINBOWS CAN SAVE US.
LET THEM RUN WILD AND ASUNDER.
CALL THE ROYAL GUARD TO LET THE PEOPLE IN.
FLAMING ARROWS BY HUNDREDS.
PULL THE BOG-MAN FROM THE PEAT. STAND HIM UP ON BOTH HIS FEET.
HE JIGS AND REELS, HE JIGS AND REELS.
INFILTRATING SILVER CRABS CARRY A MOST SCENTED FLAG
TO THEIR FRONT LINES, TO THEIR FRONT LINES.
WITHIN THE RUINS AGAINST THE FIRTH
THE SALAMANDER HAS GIVEN BIRTH.
ONLY RED HORSE RAINBOWS CAN SAVE US.
LET THEM RUN WILD AND ASUNDER.
CALL THE ROYAL GUARD TO LET THE PEOPLE IN.
FLAMING ARROWS BY HUNDREDS.
RUN TO THE TOWER AND CALL UP THE MAGUS.
IF HE HAS CAUSED THIS WE'LL TEAR OUT HIS PAGES,
THROW HIM IN SHACKLES AND REMOVE HIS HANDS.