FLY IN THE BATTER 8.2000
I can't believe it - uh - why didn't I ever leave it? The situation went from bad to worse to shit. There was nothing I can do - the power of 1 can only come from 2 But you can't break me - you're fake and you can't handle it
Yeah, it doesn't matter - another fly in the batter Ya don't matter - swatting flies…
It doesn't matter - I wave my hands and they all scatter Flies in the batter - they take the rise out of my cake It doesn't matter - I've eaten shit that's gone much flatter Flies in the batter - I let them in - it's my mistake
Ya circle, then ya come down But once you're in, you can't get out In struggle you cover and can't fly With regret I watch you slowly die...
No I aint cryin' - just cleansin' myself of the lyin' Anger's inspirin' - I greet it when it comes to be Nothing matters except for shiny silver platters Maybe to you but that shit never worked for me
Ya circle, then ya come down But once you're in, you can't get out In struggle you cover and can't fly With regret I watch you slowly die...
It doesn't matter - I wave my hands and they all scatter Flies in the batter - they take the rise out of my cake It doesn't matter - I've eaten shit that's gone much flatter Flies in the batter - I let them in - it's my mistake
It's my mistake…
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LOST 8.2000
Somewhere in the forest I took a break to take my sweet time Alone in the forest A man laid himself down to die
Don't know if I ever made it out Or if the day just turned to night Had I found up was down So lost I crossed to the other side
I dug my name in the dirt Placed below it the date of my birth The Earth wore my epitaph, it read: "We make plans, and God laughs."
We make plans - God laughs. God laughs - we ask why Alone in the forest A man laid himself down to die.
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2nd verse - truth is my curse Words carry like the buried from the hearse We make plans - God laughs. Naked on paths that turn to broken glass
And God laughs - we ask why But no one hears above the wind as she slips through the trees Footprints in blood behind me A man lays down and he sleeps.
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RAYGUN 8.2000 / HOLE IN THE SKY 8.2001
Gonna shoot ya - with my raygun Comin' at ya - nowhere to run She treads in blindness - shy silhouette hides, and shadows run from ya I'm so loaded - and I, I want ya Gonna shoot ya - yeah I think we're gonna blow - look out...
Gonna shoot ya - with my raygun Comin' at ya - nowhere to run - here I come She waits in silence - she invites me On full blast now - can't stop firin' Gonna shoot ya - look out We're gonna blow - gonna get ya good
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CHILDREN OF SIERRA LEONE 5.2001
(instrumental)
Vernon Reid (guitarist of Living Colour) was going to be a guest on this track, but he just started touring with Living Colour and we couldn't make it happen. We were discussing his plans to make a fundraising CD for the refugee children of Sierra Leone. I dedicated this song to them. I recorded most of the songs on this album at an old cultural center, built in 1833 as the final resting place for dying naval officers - set up a temporary studio in one of the buildings. The deep marching drums were recorded by mic'ing the 100-foot hallway outside the studio door.
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DON PARDO PIMPWAGON 6.2001
(instrumental)
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LEGEND OF VAN CLEEF 6.2001
(instrumental)
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GUITARS SUCK 9.2000
(instrumental)
"Originally a song I wrote for my first trip to Holland to play a guitar show in September 1998...
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HALL OF SOULS 7.2001
(instrumental)
Also recorded at the old cultural center. When people would visit the studio, they'd always say they had a feeling like there were ghosts everywhere, without knowing the history of the place.. Everyone would feel it in the hallway - recorded this song in the hallway...
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TOP OF THE WORLD 8.2001
A little girl up on a ledge Lookin down from on top of the world Ready to take a step into waiting arms To hold her as her body falls There's a little girl lost Somewhere on top of the world
She wants to lay her head on a pillow of clouds And pull a blanket of sky over her head The world spinnin and crashin into her all the time But this time (it's her instead) Standin on the edge Lookin down from on top of the world
SOLO 1
She says goodbye to all the beautiful things And closes her eyes and listens To the water passing under the bridge - reminds her Of the whisper of a man she was once missin' Only in the past will time forever last And she's gonna fly (Dweezil now say goodbye...)
SOLO 2 (Dweezil)
Little girl up on a ledge Lookin down from on top of the world She steps forward And her breath connects to the sky as her body curls She smiles as all wishes are granted - to fly Like she does in that recurring dream.
Free. Collision. Shock. She shatters, opens, becomes the river. But for a moment, she was on top of the world.
She ends. Like a song, we end.
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R2 9.1998
(instrumental)
Originally on the French version of the 'Uncool' CD released Sept. 2000. The name "R2" refers to my friend Ralph Rosa, who started the MS Research Foundation, an organization that arranges shows and donates all the money to Multiple Sclerosis research.
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TIME 2.1999
Wrote this song in the home of Chris Godin, the night before we would play together at the Astaffort music festival in February 1999.
I thought I could find my reflection off the inside of a blind eye But all I had to go by were the lying images Breaking with the fading ripples of time
I can only give what I got But all I have is what I wanna see So you can ask for anything But I can't give an invisible piece of me Like a mask - the inside is the opposite face from the outside And the tougher the skin, or the brighter the grin, The more we shelter from the world - or maybe just from ourselves
So when ya pulled the trigger, thought it made ya bigger Only from where you can see Ya think the bitter cold is being bold But all y'are is frightened of your own humanity
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Half my friends are dead The other half are living off their piece of borrowed time All I can do is pray for you And hope you seek out what ya need to find: Time
Ya killed time Ya got time Now it's your time And ya gotta find a way to stop time
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