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BIG NEWS I

The fog is rolling in,
The tide is high.
Diane's as fat can be,
Aye, Captain, aye.

The guests seem more than pleased,
How is the wine?
We shall be underway
On the by and by.

Ahead one third
Ahead two thirds
Full ahead flank
And out from the belly of the whale came a prophet
Amen.

Go shoot the moon, the sun,
The Great Divide.
I believe there's a storm a' brewin',
Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh.

Dutch man at the mizzenmast,
Six harpies are singin' to the lee,
I believe she's going down,
I believe were gonna die die die!

Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays,
Me, oh my,
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius,
Bring me more whiskey and rye.

Big news from the party boat

Oh sir, do not distress
The food is fine.
Oh, but i must confess
I do find the wine a wee bit dry.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye.
Drink and the devil had done for the rest'
She's sunk full fathom, five five five!

Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays,
Me, oh my,
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius,
Bring me more whiskey and rye.

Big news from the party boat

Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones,
Come down to the locker of Davy Jones

BIG NEWS II

Yeah

Can't funk with the feel
Or with the other three
This mother load
Comin' atcha, all 3D's

We got big news
The party boat is here
The band is kicking
And I see lots of beer

And I believe there is gambling
On the deck just below from here

We got Greedo
Solo to the rear
They know the deal
Sacks packed and stacked with

Pieces of eight
A sailor's life for me
Live free or die
Never look a bounty hunter in the eye
Damn

Now where were we?

I think aces high
Sleeves are rolled
Tremendous diamonds
And a mouth of gold

I spent many years a rambling
I'll never change these foolish ways
'Cause fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Best keep living like a castaway
With my sack packed

Pieces of eight
A sailor's life for me
Live free or die
Never look a merman in the eye
Damn

ROCK 'N' ROLL OUTLAW

In the north they call us Rebels,
In the south they call us Yankees,
Because every other sucker's born to do the hokey pokey
With the skillet lickin' time keepers,
The grinning reapers
Of a missionary rock star.

You can rock it like Sir Sisyphus,
But even in it's genesis
It's really quite ridiculous,
'Lectric hobo, so now you know
Not to clock the Weeble Wobble hot rod gang,
Revelator big bang.

You can't hang with the heavinesses hung
Among the houses of the rising tongue.
No fun to crack the axle,
But it's got to be done
Beaus whenever you wobble the weebles
You know that they get ticked off.

And in the season of boll-weevil speaking evil in your ear,
And a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears,
We yabbadabbadoo all the way to Shangri-la.
Here it is with the rock and roll outlaw.

Where rock is criminal, criminals rock.
Where rock is criminal, they rock like this.
Where rock is criminal, criminals rock.
Where rock is criminal, they rock like this.

Hee haw, hee haw, hee haw, hee haw,
I'm a rock and roll outlaw.Where rock is criminal, criminals rock.
Where rock is criminal, they rock like this.

TEXAN BOOK OF THE DEAD

So you say you want to go to Heaven,
Well I got the plans.
It walks like the Sasquatch
And it breeds like Kubla Khan.

In original dialect,
It's really quite cryptical.
There are many copies around,
But this my man is the original.

It's given me powers,
But kept me low.
Many have scorned this,
Modern day Pharisees fat with espressos.

Be leary of Timothy,
Clear light and all that.
If you want light go stare at the sun.
Hell, that boy don't know crap.

If you want to know Paradise,
And you want to know Hell,
Want to drink that cool clear liquor,
Better dig a little deeper in the well.

You want a mantra?
You want to know?
You want that mantra?
Well here you go.

One for the money,
Two for the show,
And a knickknackpaddywack
Give the Lord a handclap.

Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang
Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang

Still want that mantra?
Still want to know?
Still want that mantra?
Well here you go.

It is written.
I have spoken.
So put this in your pipe
And smoke it.

Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang
Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang
Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O,
Ooeeooahah, E-I-E-I-0.

ESCAPE FROM THE PRISON PLANET

Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door.
I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more.
One man asked me for a dollar, I asked him, "What's it for?"
He said, "I have seen them." I said, "O.K., it's yours."
And as featured on the MTV, the local high school lets out,
And the town becomes anarchy.
Parties are crashed, skid marks are measured.
The story's in the paper, you may read it at your leisure.

Get out.
Eject.
Escape From the Prison Planet.
Get out.
Eject.
Escape From the Prison Planet.

And to the tune of a billion dollars, I supplied to the D.O.E.
Some tasty little nuggets of alien technology.
And as one might expect, I've been harassed for years.
The Men In Black have been bending my ear.
As a matter of fact, they were just here today,
But I escaped them through a secret passageway.
Once I lived there for one thousand days.

Get out.
Eject.
Escape From the Prison Planet.
Get out.
Eject.
Escape From the Prison Planet.

I have plans for the future, guess they're futuristic plans.
Move out west and buy some desert lands.
Maybe up North, just past Alaska.
You know nothing of this if they ask you.
Red Rover, Red Rover, Bob Lazar's coming over.
So honey clear the airstrip and light up that stove.
By Jove, I think it's started. Oh yeah,
Escape From the Prison Planet.

Billion people harvest on Mars.
Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk,
One mile from the pyramid.
Escape From the Planet of the Apes.
Go forth, ad infinitum.
Return the relics to the Elephant.
And Atlantis rises.

Get out.
Eject.
Escape From the Prison Planet.
Ejector seat ignite.

SPACEGRASS

Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500,
All the way stars' green, gotta go.
Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low,
Panel dim, light drive, Jesus on the dashboard.
T-minus whenever it feels right, Galaxy 500.
Planets align, a king is born.

Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right

Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis free,
Buzz Aldrin, Armstrong, or maybe just me.
Don't worry, it's coming.
Don't worry, it's coming.
Jesus on the dashboard.

Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
I turn on the radio.

Hey kid, are you going my way?
Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day.
We'll find us some spacegrass,
Lay low, watch the universe expand.
Skyway, permanent Saturday.
Oh, by the way, Saturn is my rotary.
Hop in, it'll be eternity
Till we make it to M83.

Once around the Sun, cruising, climbing.
Jupiter cyclops winks at me, yeah, he knows who's driving.
Hit neutral in the tail of a comet.
Let the vortex pull my weight.
Push the seat back a little lower.
Watch light bend in the blower.
Planets align.
A king is born.
Dodge Swinger.
Jesus on the dashboard.

Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right

I HAVE THE BODY OF JOHN WILKES BOOTH

Like Marlon Brando, but bigger.
You'll find that creature at the bottom of the deep down Susquehanna River.
This one I had stood right on up to me,
Tore out his hook and declared himself a prodigy.
But oh no, fishing ain't what it used to be.
I've seen some bad years, but this one is just killing me.
One little nibble in thirteen years,
I really pack 'em in.
This one I had, I seen it in dreams,
All shacked up with lightning and horizon beams.

Well I bring 'em on up, and then I pack 'em on in
In all the places I've been,
And I swear it's never been like this before,
Least not since 19 and 44.
But today, I made a sick discovery,
Lead box in Sassafras Cove.
Well I brought him on up and then I packed him on in, oh yes,
Now I'm really cashing in.

Wash of the Chesapeake and Appalachian Blue Range,
I have discovered the body of John Wilkes Booth.
Yes, it's true, I have Mr. Booth.
Everybody got to make a living somehow.
Do I hear a million?

Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in.

TIGHT LIKE THAT

Woke up this morning, put on my Sunday shoes.
Don't ask me why, it's just the nature of my groove.
I larged down the boulevard, came under attack,
But I rocked them senseless, 'cause honey it's tight like that.

I hung a left down to Lemans' Avenue,
Stagger Lees everywhere, trying to bring me doom, oh no.
And that Old Scratch, he tried to purchase this soul,
That don't confront me, 'cause I'm never in the need of a payroll.
Heck, yeah.

Amen, do it all again.
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham.
Spit shine and a three piece suit,
Good Lord I got to thank you 'cause you do it like you do.
Hallelujah, all the people in the back.
Hallelujah, it's tight like that.
Hallelujah, all the people up front.
Tight like that, rapture, rock.

And all you know-it-alls with politic views.
Ideals don't situate themselves in His groove.
So if you want to know, you just got to ask.
But if you don't lose that skin, you'll never be tight like that.
Watch me work, yeah.

Don't try to sell me your New Age guru troubles.
'Cause I'm already reeling doing that good time gospel shuffle.
And all your thumpings about some Armageddon,
Ain't no big deal, 'cause I already hang with Him.

Oh yeah, tight like that.
Honey it's tight like that.
Honey it's tight like that.
Honey it's tight like that.

Can I get a witness for the rock of ages?
For the rock of ages?
Can I get a witness for the rock of ages?
For the rock of ages?

ANIMAL FARM

Listen up you stinking maggots, it seems you just don't get it.
Well I've been appointed to inform you, your days are numbered.
You would cry, you would scream
If you knew half the things I see.
Please, please just do as I say,
Repent and leave your evil ways.

Meanwhile....planes drop from the sky,
People disappear and bullets fly.
Little grey men are coming our way,
(Tastes just like chicken, they say.)
Actually they're all around.
Secret bunkers underground.
Round 'em up, skin 'em alive,
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rawhide.

Carter is a clone.
Dozen brothers 'round the globe.
MJ-12 damned us to hell.
Scroll & Key, Skull & Bone.
It's only just begun.
The best is yet to come.
Area 51,
The spawn of Babylon.

Couldn't give a damn about "J.F.K.",
Everything's conspiracy.
Wouldn't be surprised if they have their way
(Tastes just like chicken, they say.)
I know it's hard to swallow.
It must sound too far fetched.
But you can bet your bottom dollar
I ain't going like the rest.

DROID

Scientific progress
All too real
Dialectic nonsense
All unreal
Dial in the sands
Droid on the Moon
Lead into gold
One cousin removed

God names man
Man names ape
Flight of Icarus
Down into flames
Scientific progress
A circle revealed
Perfect as always
As all ways are real

Begin phase one again.

THE HOUSE THAT PETERBILT

When I talk talk on the C.B. yeah I scare men.
My my tire knockers rock the parking lot quite a lot yeah.
Rolled along 40 and roared down 10,
Released my cargo around the Big Bend.
I always take my time,
A maverick moonminer sipping sunshine.
Hauled ass to Memphis, I spoke to the Pharoah.
He told me his dreams, I counted the sparrows.
Steve McQueen's got nothing on me,
I take you back west of Pleiades.

If you want someone to talk to,
Well I'm your man.
I've seen it all,
And I know where you live.

High time honey, hell yeah, watcha know, I'm back again, yeah.
Roll Roll down highways with a vengeance, yeah.
I never ever sweated for the fortune and fame game.
Nevertheless, I'm flying down the left lane.
I always pay my dues,
So sit your ass down, and I'll show you how they used to.

If you want someone to talk to,
Well I'm your man.
I've seen it all,
And I know where you live.

A preacher, a trucker, a highroller,
A holy roller preacher rolling trucker.
A preacher, a trucker, a highroller,
A holy roller preacher rolling trucker.

7 JAM

Everything gonna be all-right

I went deep down into that river now. I rose up.
I felt that sun beat down upon this sinner's face.
I went deep in that water now. I rose up.
I felt that sun beat down upon my face

Everything gonna be all-right

So the I smash the palace like the son of Samson,
Hollerin' louder than all of Bedlam,
Take me to higher ground,
The bury my body six feet down.
I walked forty miles out into that desert now.
Wailed and moaned, till a Lion, He called my name.
And He said that Old Ship of Zion is taking way way out,
Out into outer space.
And He said everything gonna be all-right

I climbed the highest of the heights.
Atop that mountain I watched the day turn into night.
Oh I tell you I was a wretched sight,
But I stood long and hard until the light.
Rubbing needles in my eyes, eating dirt.

I stood up, and everything was all-right.

TIM SULT VS. THE GREYS