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1: LAND OF SUNSHINE You have a winning way, so keep it Your future You are an angel heading for a land of sunshine And fortune is smiling upon you Prepare for a series of a comfortable miracles From fasting to feasting And life to you is a dashing, bold adventure So sing, and rejoice And look for the dream that keeps coming back Your future Pat yourself on the back and give yourself a handshake Cuz everything is not yet lost... (Does life seem worthwhile to you?) HERE'S HOW TO ORDER! Does life seem worthwhile to you? Do others push you around? Is age against you? Sing and rejoice! Does life seem worthwhile to you? Does emotional music Have quite an effect on you? I-I can help-I can help you-I can help you help yourself! HERE'S HOW TO ORDER! Varicose Comatose Senile CAFFEINE Pour shame all over us Harden into a crust - - - cement - - - Forget the glamour and Mumble a jackhammer - - - under your breath - - - Hide your face in the curtains Better unsaid, so close And it rolls off the tongue ALMOST The world expects the pose Perfectly natural - - - loosen up - - - Smearing wet concrete And swearing you'll never be - - - caught - - - At your weakest, etched in stone And we're frozen here, peeking 2: CAFFEINE ALMOST, sweet talk, CAFFEINE Make contact Up to my neck I confess in quicksand "But it's so easy for you" "There's always one thing" "Do you have something to tell me?" "Say something" "Anything" "I'm warning you" "I'm warning you" "I'm fucking you" "I'm warning you" "Relax" "It's just a phase" "You'll grow out of it" Believe anything anyone ever tells you It's not funny any more It's thing you hate the most The thing you hate the most The thing you hate ALMOST 3: MIDLIFE CRISIS Go on and wring my neck Like when a rag gets wet A little discipline For my pet genius My head is like lettuce Go on dig your thumbs in I cannot stop giving I'm thirty-something Sense of security Like pockets jingling Midlife crisis Suck ingenuity Down through the family tree You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me you're only you Your menstruating heart It ain't bleedin' enough for two It's a midlife crisis... What an inheritance The salt and the kleenex Morbid self attention Bending my pinky back A little discipline A donor by habit A little discipline Rent an opinion Sense of security Holding blunt instrument I'm a perfectionist And perfect is a skinned knee You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me you're only you Your menstruating heart It ain't bleedin' enough for two It's a midlife crisis... 4: RV Backside melts into a sofa My world, my TV, and my food Besides listening to my belly gurgle Ain't much else to do Yeah, I sweat a lot Pants fall down every time I bend over And my feet itch Yeah-I married a scarecrow I hate you Talking to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes Nobody speaks English anymore Would anybody tell me I was gettin' stupider? I hate you Talking to myself You don't feel it after awhile You take the beating I'm a swingin' guy Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod And swing - - - Toss me inside a Hefty And put me in the ground A drink needs me I don't I ain't about to guzzle no tears so kiss my ass newscasters, coakroaches, and desserts I hate you Talkin' to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Where are the kids? maybepregnantorondrugs oronwelfareontopoftheworld donthehonorrolonparoleontheDodgers onthebackofmilkcartonsonstakes inthemiddleofcornfields oncoversoffuturehistorybooks onoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses I think it's time I had a talk with my kids I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me YOU AIN'T NEVER GONNA AMOUNT NOTHIN' 5: SMALLER AND SMALLER Muscles and fields of green Shovel the last few crumbs Of generosity Open heart, open mind, open mouth, open vein DRAIN Someday the rains will come My blistered hands tell me Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow BITE BITE BITE CRY I'll keep coming back smaller and smaller and smaller squash me smaller and smaller and smaller under the charity smaller and smaller and smaller under the topsoil smaller and smaller and smaller under the fingernail smaller and smaller and smaller then small becomes all becomes all....... BITE BITE BITE CRY It's not a mirage It's not a mirage trickling downward, trickling downward It's not a mirage DRAIN DRAIN BITE BITE BITE CRY smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller....... 6: EVERYTHING'S RUINED Capital from boy, woman and man We're like ink and paper Numbers on a calculator Knew arithmetic so well Working overtime Completed what was assigned We had to multiply ourselves A bouncing little baby A shiny copper penny And he spent himself Would not listen to us But when he lost his appetite He lost his weight and friends Baby became a fat nickel so fast Then came puberty Exponentially Soon our boy became a million People loved him so And helped him to grow Everyone knew the thing that was best Of course, he must invest A penny won't do But he made us proud He made us rich But how were we to know He's counterfeit Now everything's ruined 7: MALPRACTICE The crowd roars It's deep and so unhealthy The rest you know I'll feel the hands that felt me Cold hands Your hands Cover my mouth While I'm staring into bright lights APPLAUSE The crowd roars The rest you know Ten lovers violating Cured Discharged Reach back inside Knuckle white Ruffle white The crowd roars They ruined and repaired me The rest you know The hands removed the bad thing MIRACLE 8: KINDERGARTEN Return to my own vomit like a dog Rhymes and giggles muffle the dialogue Carve my initials in a tree, I will never leave Maybe one day I'll be royalty Kingdom Kindergarten Born late Will I graduate? Drinking fountains are shorter than they used to The swings on the playground don't even fit me anymore Folklore: Nobody's supposed to believe in the next grade WRITE IT A HUNDRED TIMES Kingdom Kindergarten Waiting Bell's not ringing Held back again Everything got quiet suddenly ; no dolby And the theatre is empty Film is flapping on the side of the projector The reel is over Banished with my sticky shoes and stinging eyes I'M WALKING OUTSIDE Kingdom Kindergarten Born late Will I graduate? Held back again 9: BE AGGRESSIVE I started this It's all for me What's yours is mine and mine is mine That's plain to see So give it up I've got to have I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW Be aggressive B-e aggresive B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e- What someone else Would leave behind And spit it out, let's go to waste I claim as mine You're my flovor of the week I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW Tall and reckless Ugly seed Reach down my throat You filthy bird That's all I need This empty pit I've got to feed To prove I'm fit A healthy man I've got to be Malnutrition, my submission You're the master And I take it on my knees Ejaculation Tribulation I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW, I SWALLOW Be aggressive B-e aggresive B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e- Go, Fight, Go, Fight, Go, Fight, Go, Fight, Win 10: A SMALL VICTORY Spread out on the nightstand The spirit of team Salvation is another chance A sore loser Yelling with my mouth shut A cracking portrait The fondling of the trophies The null of losing Can you afford that luxury? A sore winner But I'll just keep my mouth shut It shouldn't bother me But it does The small victories The cankers and medallions They keep me thinking that someday I might beat you But I'll just keep my mouth shut The little nothings It shouldn't bother me But it does IF I SPEAK AT ONE CONSTANT VOLUME AT ONE CONSTANT PITCH AT ONE CONSTANT RHYTHM RIGHT INTO YOUR EAR, YOU STILL WON'T HEAR You still won't hear You still won't hear You still won't hear You still won't hear You still won't hear You still won't hear 11: CRACK HITLER Sink the eight ball Buy the lady a drink And nobody knows my name Bodies float up From the bottom of the river Like bubbles in fine champagne He's the one, no doubt Walkin' on a tightrope He's the one, no doubt Got a gash on my head And a grin on my face And a shadow called danger Hidin' in the sheets And on the streets In the heart of every stranger Here he comes, look out Teach the world a lesson Here he comes, look out Sweat on the brow And a tap on the phone And lives are on the line Pick up the briefcase On a high speed chase Breathin' by the roll of the dice Reachin' up to the top We're dependin' on you Reachin' up to the top "In regards to My usage of the drug... it modified my personality to the extent that I was highly irritable" "I was like a crack Hitler" Keep up the fight And in the wink of an eye Never give up Ooo..ahh.. look out 12: JIZZLOBBER Smiles Bruises Smiles Bruises Bars in the womb I hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch My time Is split milk My skin is a layer of soot I'm spending my days scrubbing I'm trying so hard to act like nothing happened (no one left to blame) I'm trying so hard to find that fresh, clean smell (no one left to blame) Smiles Bruises Smiles Bruises Bars in the womb I hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch My time Is split milk Cruel words sleep above me Mounting and teasing I AM WHAT I'VE DONE I AM WHAT I'VE DONE I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Lyrics in plain text format |
Mike Patton :Volcals Jim Martin :Guitar Billy Gould :Bass Guitar Roddy Bottum :Keyboards Mike Bordin :Drums Produced by Matt Wallace and Faith No More (c) 1992 Slash Records I don't really know what makes this cd so good. It's still the typical Faith no More style, the heavy / funk metal with Mike Patton's typical vocals. I guess it's because every song is different and very recognizable. That's probably also why lots of them also have video clips. Apart from the great songwriting, the keyboards and the cool lyrics makes this the best uuuhh... non-black/death/doom metal album I have. Rating: 8.5 out of 10
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