30-03-2004, 20:13
Attention all shoppers
It's cancellation day
Yes, the big adios
Is just a few hours away
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
You'll need the tools for survival
And the medicine for the blues
Sweet treats and surprises
For the little buckaroos
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
We've got a sweetheart
Sunset special
And all of the standard stuff
'Cause in the morning
That gospel morning
You'll have to do for yourself when the going gets tough
Roll your cart back up the aisle
Kiss the checkout girls goodbye
Ride the ramp to the freeway
And meet the blood-orange sky
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
The last mall
We've got a sweetheart
Sunset special
And all of the standard stuff
"Cause in the morning
That gospel morning
You'll have to do for yourself when the going gets tough
Roll your cart back up the aisle
Kiss the checkout girls goodbye
Ride the ramp to the freeway
Meet the blood-orange sky
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
I don't mind the quiet
Or the lonely nights
I don't miss the funky attitudes
And I don't miss the fights
Lie on the couch 'till suppertime
And hunker down and read the Post
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most
The talk, the sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT, the house on the vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
I kinda like fryin' up
My sad cuisine
Getting in bed
And curlin' up with a girly magazine
Sometimes in the corner of my eye
I see that adorable ghost
And in the boom, I remember the things I miss the most
The talk, the sex
Somebody to trust
The comfy Eaves Chair, the good copper pans
The '54 Strat
These are the things I miss the most
I had a little birdie friend
By morning she was gone
Birdie, goodbye
Birdie, bye-bye
I'm learning how to meditate
So far, so good
I'm building the Andrea Doria
Out of balsa wood
Days really don't last forever
It's getting pretty damn close
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most
The talk, the sex
The somebody to trust
The Audi TT, the house on the vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
I was scraping bottom
Groping in the dark
It takes a crusty punk to really beat
The mean streets of Medicine Park
So I shifted left for out of town
Then I clicked my heels and I doubled down to
Blues Beach
I'm fryin'
Sizzlin' in the merciful rays
And it's a long sad Sunday of the early resigned
I went to Central Station
To catch that early bus
They were gassed, goin' every which way
But unhappily not for us
Here come Trina, child bride
I said, "Hey, pretty baby, can I cop a ride to
Blues Beach
It's rainin'
I'm chillin' at the Manatee Bar
Well, it's a stone soul picnic for the early resigned
We could rent a paralympic glider
A hypothetical friend
And we could sail away til the bending end
Grab big dog a blanket
Angel of my heart
Things they get a whole lot worse
Before suddenly settin' apart
Give your roommate Yvonne a ring
'Cause if she still wants in I gotta pull some strings
On Blues Beach
I'm dying
Freezin' in the merciful rays
And it's the long sad Sunday of the early resigned
In the beginning, we could hang with the dude
But it's been too much of nothing of that snake attitude
Now they curse your name, there's a bounty on your face
It's your own fault, Daddy
Godwhacker's on the case
We tracked your almighty ass through seven heaven world
Me, Slinky Redfoot, and our trusty angel girls
And when the stars bleed out, that be the fever of the chase
You better get gone, poppy
Godwhacker's on the case
Be very, very quiet
Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later
At the start of the end of history
Climb up the glacier, 'cross bridges of light
We sniff you, big tiger, in the forest of the night
Cause there's no escape from the Rajahs of Erase
You better run, run, run
Godwhacker's on the case
Be very, very quite
Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later
At the start of the end of history
Yes, we are the godwhackers who rip and chop and slice
For crimes beyond imagining, it's time to pay the price
You better step back son, give the man some whacking space
You know, this might get messy
Godwhacker's on the case
Let me put it this way, doll
You know, it's getting late
I can tell from the planes of your face
That you're from out of state
Here in the willows, now here's the deal
Tomorrow's for squares and tonight's for real
Drop me off in Groovetime
Do you hear the slang of ages?
Show me how it's done
Now did you say you were from the Netherlands?
Or was that Netherworld?
If you grew up in Amsterdam
Well, then I'm the Duke of Earl
These tabs look iffy, but you say they're good
Just roll with the homies, knock on wood
Drop me off in Groovetime
Soothe me with the slang of ages
Show me where I turn
Are you all part of the dreaming
The end of my life so far?
Or something halfway in between?
You oughta know
Where'd she go?
Damn, she skipped dimensions
Was it something that I said?
Or something I was thinking
When she opened up my head
Let me make it right, baby, never mind how
There's a crazy little place I know called "Be There Now"
Drop me off in Groovetime
Do you hear the slang of ages?
Show me how it's done
Drop me off in Groovetime
Soothe me with the slang of ages
This is where I turn
My coat is black and the moon is yellow
Here is where I get off
As you can see for yourself, old girl
In the green book
I tango down to the smoky lobby
My eyes adjust to the light
The new cashier looks like Jill St. John
Can that be right?
I'm rolling in to the bar at Joey's
They're getting ready to close
Here she comes, very Kiss me Deadly
My life, my love, my third hand rose
Flash ahead to a yummy playback
Just you and me in a room
Double dreaming a page at a time
In the green book
The torso rocks and the eyes are keepers
Now where'd we sample those legs
I'm thinking Marilyn 4.0
In the green book
I like the neon, I love the music
Anachronistic but nice
The seamless segue from fun to fever
It's a sweet device
I'm so in love with this dirty city
This crazy grid of desire
The festive icons along the way
The boardwalk, the lovers, the house on fire
She's kinda cute but a little younger
She's got the mood and the moves
It's kinda scary to dig yourself
In the green book
I'm so in love with this dirty city
This crazy grid of desire
The festive icons along the way
The boardwalk, the lovers, the house on fire
She's kinda cute, but a little younger
She's got the mood and the moves
It's kinda scary to dig yourself
In the green book
Our man Abu squeezes off twenty tracer rounds
And that's when she jumps the turnstile
And as she clings to the rof of the speeding train
The Double A down to Sheridan Square
Her cell phone rings
It's, like, her stupid father
Be in the door by ten again
Pixeleen
Dream deep, my three times perfect ultrateen
Pixeleen
Born in the bogs of Jersey
Trained how love and spy hard
Dropped on the streets of Roppongi
Soaked through on the floor of a noodle shop
And when Abu rams the clip in the mini-Glock
Up on the catwalk inside the warehouse
You whip a knife from the top of your go-go boot
With just a flash of spectacular thigh
You pager starts to throb
It's your as-if boyfriend Randall
Better keep it real, or whatever
Pixeleen
Rave on, my sleek and soulful cyberqueen
Pixeleen
Penned by a hack in the Palisades
Backed by some guys from Columbia
Shot all in digital video
For a million and change
Flashback to cool summer nights
Freddy, can we cut to the chase?
In the room above your garage
Everything about me is different
Symmetrical and clean
This is what I see
Just a girl in girlie trouble
Dancing in the video with gun and tambourine
Pixeleen
Be good, my three-times-perfect ultrateen
Pixeleen
Born on the floor of a noodle shop
Dropped in the bogs of Jersey
Shot by a guy from Columbia
Soaked through all in digital video
Girl with the sweet backstory
Pitched in a trailer in Burbank
Cast by a cool-enough yes-man
Screened at a festival in Utah
That must be her again
She's leanin' on my bell
That cool psychotic brain
The one I know so well
So I'm nailed to the floor in the no-option zone
There's about zero chance she'll give up and go home
This endless afternoon
It started on the day I met her
Lunch with Gina is forever
She's comin' round the corner
Her body's just a blur
I peel out like The Flash
It don't mean boo to her
So I duck into Nino's, she's barred from place
The minute I walk out, she's right in my face
She got nothing but time
No use in tryin' to be clever
Lunch with Gina is forever
Now I'm in my apartment
The blinds down, the lights out
The phone rings, God help me
There's nobody home
I crouch on the carpet
Not breathing, just being
Like meat on the bone
I'm in a cozy booth
Maybe my watch is fast
Another Taqueray
I'll wait 'till twenty past
I'm about to go postal when she waltzes in
I guess she's a knockout; hey, where have I been
The waiter never comes
God knows the service could be better
Lunch with Gina is forever
Coffee and a kiss
Maybe later, maybe never
Lunch with Gina
It's high time for a walk on the real side
Let's admit the bastards beat us
I move to dissolve the corporation
In a pool of margaritas
So let's switch off all the lights
Light all up the Luckies
Cranking up the afterglow
'Cause we're goin' out of business
Everything must go
Talk about your major pain and suffering
Now our self-esteem is shattered
Show the world our mighty hidey-ho face
As we go slidin' down the ladder
It was sweet up at the top
"Till that ill wind started blowin'
Now it's cozy down below
'Cause we're goin' out of business
Everything must go
We gave it our best shot
But keep in mind, we got a lot
The sky, the moon, good food, and the weather
First-run movies, does anybody get lucky twice?
Wouldn't it be nice?
Tell me, can you dig it, Miss Fuquazy?
Now it's gone from late to later
Frankly, I could use a little face time
In the service elevator
And if Dave from Acquisitions
Wants to get in on the action
With his Handycam in tow
Well, we're going out of business
Everything must go
Can it be, the sorry sun is rising?
Guess it's time for us to book it
Talk about the famous road not taken
In the end, we never took it
And if someone on the way
We got a few good licks in
No one's ever gonna know
'Cause we're going out of business
Everything must go
It's cancellation day
Yes, the big adios
Is just a few hours away
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
You'll need the tools for survival
And the medicine for the blues
Sweet treats and surprises
For the little buckaroos
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
We've got a sweetheart
Sunset special
And all of the standard stuff
'Cause in the morning
That gospel morning
You'll have to do for yourself when the going gets tough
Roll your cart back up the aisle
Kiss the checkout girls goodbye
Ride the ramp to the freeway
And meet the blood-orange sky
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
The last mall
We've got a sweetheart
Sunset special
And all of the standard stuff
"Cause in the morning
That gospel morning
You'll have to do for yourself when the going gets tough
Roll your cart back up the aisle
Kiss the checkout girls goodbye
Ride the ramp to the freeway
Meet the blood-orange sky
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
I don't mind the quiet
Or the lonely nights
I don't miss the funky attitudes
And I don't miss the fights
Lie on the couch 'till suppertime
And hunker down and read the Post
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most
The talk, the sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT, the house on the vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
I kinda like fryin' up
My sad cuisine
Getting in bed
And curlin' up with a girly magazine
Sometimes in the corner of my eye
I see that adorable ghost
And in the boom, I remember the things I miss the most
The talk, the sex
Somebody to trust
The comfy Eaves Chair, the good copper pans
The '54 Strat
These are the things I miss the most
I had a little birdie friend
By morning she was gone
Birdie, goodbye
Birdie, bye-bye
I'm learning how to meditate
So far, so good
I'm building the Andrea Doria
Out of balsa wood
Days really don't last forever
It's getting pretty damn close
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most
The talk, the sex
The somebody to trust
The Audi TT, the house on the vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
I was scraping bottom
Groping in the dark
It takes a crusty punk to really beat
The mean streets of Medicine Park
So I shifted left for out of town
Then I clicked my heels and I doubled down to
Blues Beach
I'm fryin'
Sizzlin' in the merciful rays
And it's a long sad Sunday of the early resigned
I went to Central Station
To catch that early bus
They were gassed, goin' every which way
But unhappily not for us
Here come Trina, child bride
I said, "Hey, pretty baby, can I cop a ride to
Blues Beach
It's rainin'
I'm chillin' at the Manatee Bar
Well, it's a stone soul picnic for the early resigned
We could rent a paralympic glider
A hypothetical friend
And we could sail away til the bending end
Grab big dog a blanket
Angel of my heart
Things they get a whole lot worse
Before suddenly settin' apart
Give your roommate Yvonne a ring
'Cause if she still wants in I gotta pull some strings
On Blues Beach
I'm dying
Freezin' in the merciful rays
And it's the long sad Sunday of the early resigned
In the beginning, we could hang with the dude
But it's been too much of nothing of that snake attitude
Now they curse your name, there's a bounty on your face
It's your own fault, Daddy
Godwhacker's on the case
We tracked your almighty ass through seven heaven world
Me, Slinky Redfoot, and our trusty angel girls
And when the stars bleed out, that be the fever of the chase
You better get gone, poppy
Godwhacker's on the case
Be very, very quiet
Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later
At the start of the end of history
Climb up the glacier, 'cross bridges of light
We sniff you, big tiger, in the forest of the night
Cause there's no escape from the Rajahs of Erase
You better run, run, run
Godwhacker's on the case
Be very, very quite
Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later
At the start of the end of history
Yes, we are the godwhackers who rip and chop and slice
For crimes beyond imagining, it's time to pay the price
You better step back son, give the man some whacking space
You know, this might get messy
Godwhacker's on the case
Let me put it this way, doll
You know, it's getting late
I can tell from the planes of your face
That you're from out of state
Here in the willows, now here's the deal
Tomorrow's for squares and tonight's for real
Drop me off in Groovetime
Do you hear the slang of ages?
Show me how it's done
Now did you say you were from the Netherlands?
Or was that Netherworld?
If you grew up in Amsterdam
Well, then I'm the Duke of Earl
These tabs look iffy, but you say they're good
Just roll with the homies, knock on wood
Drop me off in Groovetime
Soothe me with the slang of ages
Show me where I turn
Are you all part of the dreaming
The end of my life so far?
Or something halfway in between?
You oughta know
Where'd she go?
Damn, she skipped dimensions
Was it something that I said?
Or something I was thinking
When she opened up my head
Let me make it right, baby, never mind how
There's a crazy little place I know called "Be There Now"
Drop me off in Groovetime
Do you hear the slang of ages?
Show me how it's done
Drop me off in Groovetime
Soothe me with the slang of ages
This is where I turn
My coat is black and the moon is yellow
Here is where I get off
As you can see for yourself, old girl
In the green book
I tango down to the smoky lobby
My eyes adjust to the light
The new cashier looks like Jill St. John
Can that be right?
I'm rolling in to the bar at Joey's
They're getting ready to close
Here she comes, very Kiss me Deadly
My life, my love, my third hand rose
Flash ahead to a yummy playback
Just you and me in a room
Double dreaming a page at a time
In the green book
The torso rocks and the eyes are keepers
Now where'd we sample those legs
I'm thinking Marilyn 4.0
In the green book
I like the neon, I love the music
Anachronistic but nice
The seamless segue from fun to fever
It's a sweet device
I'm so in love with this dirty city
This crazy grid of desire
The festive icons along the way
The boardwalk, the lovers, the house on fire
She's kinda cute but a little younger
She's got the mood and the moves
It's kinda scary to dig yourself
In the green book
I'm so in love with this dirty city
This crazy grid of desire
The festive icons along the way
The boardwalk, the lovers, the house on fire
She's kinda cute, but a little younger
She's got the mood and the moves
It's kinda scary to dig yourself
In the green book
Our man Abu squeezes off twenty tracer rounds
And that's when she jumps the turnstile
And as she clings to the rof of the speeding train
The Double A down to Sheridan Square
Her cell phone rings
It's, like, her stupid father
Be in the door by ten again
Pixeleen
Dream deep, my three times perfect ultrateen
Pixeleen
Born in the bogs of Jersey
Trained how love and spy hard
Dropped on the streets of Roppongi
Soaked through on the floor of a noodle shop
And when Abu rams the clip in the mini-Glock
Up on the catwalk inside the warehouse
You whip a knife from the top of your go-go boot
With just a flash of spectacular thigh
You pager starts to throb
It's your as-if boyfriend Randall
Better keep it real, or whatever
Pixeleen
Rave on, my sleek and soulful cyberqueen
Pixeleen
Penned by a hack in the Palisades
Backed by some guys from Columbia
Shot all in digital video
For a million and change
Flashback to cool summer nights
Freddy, can we cut to the chase?
In the room above your garage
Everything about me is different
Symmetrical and clean
This is what I see
Just a girl in girlie trouble
Dancing in the video with gun and tambourine
Pixeleen
Be good, my three-times-perfect ultrateen
Pixeleen
Born on the floor of a noodle shop
Dropped in the bogs of Jersey
Shot by a guy from Columbia
Soaked through all in digital video
Girl with the sweet backstory
Pitched in a trailer in Burbank
Cast by a cool-enough yes-man
Screened at a festival in Utah
That must be her again
She's leanin' on my bell
That cool psychotic brain
The one I know so well
So I'm nailed to the floor in the no-option zone
There's about zero chance she'll give up and go home
This endless afternoon
It started on the day I met her
Lunch with Gina is forever
She's comin' round the corner
Her body's just a blur
I peel out like The Flash
It don't mean boo to her
So I duck into Nino's, she's barred from place
The minute I walk out, she's right in my face
She got nothing but time
No use in tryin' to be clever
Lunch with Gina is forever
Now I'm in my apartment
The blinds down, the lights out
The phone rings, God help me
There's nobody home
I crouch on the carpet
Not breathing, just being
Like meat on the bone
I'm in a cozy booth
Maybe my watch is fast
Another Taqueray
I'll wait 'till twenty past
I'm about to go postal when she waltzes in
I guess she's a knockout; hey, where have I been
The waiter never comes
God knows the service could be better
Lunch with Gina is forever
Coffee and a kiss
Maybe later, maybe never
Lunch with Gina
It's high time for a walk on the real side
Let's admit the bastards beat us
I move to dissolve the corporation
In a pool of margaritas
So let's switch off all the lights
Light all up the Luckies
Cranking up the afterglow
'Cause we're goin' out of business
Everything must go
Talk about your major pain and suffering
Now our self-esteem is shattered
Show the world our mighty hidey-ho face
As we go slidin' down the ladder
It was sweet up at the top
"Till that ill wind started blowin'
Now it's cozy down below
'Cause we're goin' out of business
Everything must go
We gave it our best shot
But keep in mind, we got a lot
The sky, the moon, good food, and the weather
First-run movies, does anybody get lucky twice?
Wouldn't it be nice?
Tell me, can you dig it, Miss Fuquazy?
Now it's gone from late to later
Frankly, I could use a little face time
In the service elevator
And if Dave from Acquisitions
Wants to get in on the action
With his Handycam in tow
Well, we're going out of business
Everything must go
Can it be, the sorry sun is rising?
Guess it's time for us to book it
Talk about the famous road not taken
In the end, we never took it
And if someone on the way
We got a few good licks in
No one's ever gonna know
'Cause we're going out of business
Everything must go