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Flail

by Casper's Nutbag

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1.
Booby 03:03
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- - - I picked up this girl as I drove into the city Her white plastic pants were shiny Her eyes oh so green and pretty Booby on my pillow Booby in my face Boobies everywhere I look Booby-berry shake Booby, booby, booby So my passenger is headed toward success She cursed the summer heat then released her breasts My Astro Van was hot The A/C broke--no luck I rolled the windows down as we began to talk... Turns out she’s endowed with both brains and looks More substance than pop, but she’ll still need a hook Booby on the tele Boobies make the show Boobies pushed together The booby-bomb explodes Booby, booby, booby Our lazy gab flowed from beauty and boobies, Under the Pink, to Star Wars movies Let’s be more French with our wine and flesh “A to D, these are better left free,” she said Booby on my pillow Boobies in my face Boobies everywhere I look Booby-berry shake Booby, booby, booby - - -
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Flail 03:00
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- - - Walking down the beach while eating a peach, I encountered a tribal sacrifice. No way! Insane! I couldn’t refrain from running to the source of the cries. Tied up to a pole, an exotic young soul waited for the arrow to disfigure his face. Target practice? Stop the madness! I disbelieved the scene I saw. Flail (Sex While Eating Barbecue) A thorny root-fruit, tangy-sweet, filled with juice…a pineapple, let’s say, stood atop his head. Tall Indian man with a bow in his hand stood laughing ten yards away (ha ha ha). “Sunny day. Whatcha say?” the snickering bowman said, then explained, “You see, we must have our main-entrée—a pail-faced delicacy!” Flail (Sex While Eating Barbecue) All around the towering man, a harem of leather-clad women sang: “Are you ready for us baby? Are you ready? Sloppy, messy, ooohhh!” Hungry eyes. Wild smiles. His last words came out with a bang. “Cannibal man! Take me away!” screamed Whitey as he was tied up and laid. Over him straddled a fine looking babe wet and darkly tanned. She fed him some wings and put beans on his chest. She lapped it up as others giggled and played. She choked on a bone (it wasn’t funny). He blew another Nutbird to put it bluntly. Flail (Sex While Eating Barbecue) - - -
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Partners In Crime 05:31
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- - - Doesn’t it feel so good to be bad? Sand paper against the grain We rub off on angels Smoothing out ruffled feathers With disbelief in their eyes, They wonder how evil infiltrated their diatribe Doesn’t it feel so good to be strong? You know power paints by numbers So let’s pool our guns, seize control, overrun We’ll be gone before they see us coming I’m talking about mischievous acts Going behind the line when we’re under attack Invisibility trademarks our industry And our artistry is breaking and entering Into any scene we deem necessary We carry out the plan issuing fake demands We take all the risks unafraid and sincere Sick of mental assault Who the fuck is John Galt? You and I are partners in crime Caught up right in the middle of it Happy to be partners in crime So right, together we’re infinite Do you want to climb onto the roof? Sneak through the unlocked window We’ll take a peek, hope the floor don’t creak Maybe take the bed for a joyride Doesn’t the thrill feel so right? You like the thought of being caught You want to live stories, feel them in real time Adrenaline rush stops then continues Grab some cash, head for the door See my eyes smile, laughing at this insane world Before you know it there won’t be any sound Stolen and broken, disassembled and sold Pawned for the down-payment On your new, shiny gold fronts Hey Slick, don’t mistake them for crowns Cause they’re not kings, not even princes Simple criminals mistaken for artists You and I are partners in crime Caught up right in the middle of it Happy to be partners in crime So right, together we’re infinite - - -
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Swank Daze 03:55
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- - - Sha-za Sa Zoowa Sha-za Sa Zoowa So ripe that the goodies stink And bruised like the girl next door Sluice juice dripping everywhere Slap me silly Willy-nilly affair I don’t care Why? For goodness sake Don’t you know? Now, it’s just a phase Why? For goodness sake I’m swimming in a swank daze Sha-za Sa Zoowa Sha-za Sa Zoowa Purple pain on a summer day Expectations slap me in my face Lap me up girl, and I’ll go down But let me warn you, I- I need you now Why? For goodness sake Don’t you know? Now, it’s just a phase Why? For goodness sake I’m living in swank days - - -
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Cloud Makers 04:58
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Cloud Makers churn the sky so purely white Our hovercrafts collide into the lime sherbet and ultramarine Pulsating through dreams as my manta ray sings… “Oh, jolly good day, my dear! I’m so glad that I’m here. Sit on my back and hold on. The connection is clear! You have a satellite dish and a 500-foot tower picking up my signals funneling straight into your shower.” Let me wash you with my tears Close your eyes and fly toward me Let me wash you with my tears Tears of pleasure, of course Of pleasure, of course So I lie, and you lie there, sucked into our beds. Transmitting our love. Yes, transmitting our love. You see me throwing a vase with only a towel around my waist. You like to see me. Yes, emeralds pierce. My banding wheel turns. My hands form the earth. A little piece of God flows from my mind to my hands. Let me wash you with my tears Close your eyes and fly toward me Let me wash you with my tears Tears of pleasure, of course Of pleasure, of course Do you remember the night? The moon was bright, but it was cold as dry ice. We climbed to the Maker’s mouth. Our toes curled around his lip like a diver on a springboard not wanting to lean forward. And then we jumped. Tomorrow night, sometime, let’s venture to Cumberland. We’ll pick some fruit from the sagging trees. Juice will run down our cheeks, and we’ll feel the breeze on the beach. Let me wash you with my tears Close your eyes and fly toward me Let me wash you with my tears Tears of pleasure, of course Of pleasure, of course We’ll straddle our manta ray and listen to his song beneath the Cloud Maker’s dream and the ultramarine.
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But I Will 03:16
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I may not be Miró or Picasso A tight-rope walker or king of the rodeo I haven’t even been out West Or sparked with my words social unrest I may not be as bright as Brainy Smurf Funny like Chaplin or tuff as AstroTurf I haven’t bungee-jumped off a bridge Or filmed amateur porn with my girlfriend But I will, I will I won’t be pulled down or pushed aside But I will, I will The places I go are for me to decide I may not be Evel Knievel Tricky like Lando or sharp as a needle I haven’t swan the seas like Cousteau Or made nude figurines out of Playdough But I will, I will I won’t be pulled down or pushed aside But I will, I will All that I do is for me to decide So many, so many So many things on the list to be done There’s no point other than to live first-hand As much as I can and to have fun I may not be a violin virtuoso A flame-eating dancer or flawlessly macho I haven’t stared in my own movie Or mastered groove like Bootsy
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2 Life Lover 03:43
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motion brings commotion to my life, inside and out like a Ferris wheel a revolving reel of film it captures the story the only witness to my glory my heart's filled with helium in my brain, too much feeling we'll jump all day on my playground bed till it's time to go I've gotta get ahead I can't deny one place or the other Forgive me for being a 2-life lover emotion brings devotion to my muse, laughter and tears from this lonely place every day I race not on four wheels, but fly to happiness I drive my heart's filled with helium in my brain, thoughts and feelings we'll jump all day on my playground bed till it's time to go I've gotta get ahead I can't deny one place or the other Forgive me for being a 2-life lover motion I’m in 2 places at once commotion I’m hungry, so let’s do lunch emotion I’ll meet you halfway today devotion My lovers are so far away I can’t deny one place or the other Forgive me for being a 2-life lover
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Bobart 02:22
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released July 4, 1999

Music by Casper's Nutbag
Lyrics by tHommy Robot
Recorded at Hole Of The Pigeon

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