Dishwasher and the Washing Machine

by Douglas Chay

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Melodic, fuzz drenched songs celebrating abject alienation with dark humor and twisted glee. Includes 4 bonus tracks.

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released January 2, 1990

Composed, performed and produced by Douglas Chay: guitars, bass, percussion, keyboards, vocals, woodwinds, brass, gayugum

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Douglas Chay Baltimore, Maryland

Influences include Violent Femmes, the Velvet Underground & Talking Heads, but the music of his forebears is filtered through his own distinctive world view & sonic approach, resulting in a creation uniquely his own.

Simple without being simplistic, accessible without being sycophantic, & clever without feeling smug, he achieves a compelling balance between the new & the familiar. - Scott Hollis
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Track Name: I Dread Everything
I dread living in this world, oh yeah
Cause people killing every day
I dread living in this body, oh yeah
Because its needs won't go away
I don't want to wash the dishes piled up in the sink
I feel like I can't go to work, I haven't slept a wink
Cause I dread everything
Next week I have to interview for a job
But I'm so worried they won't want me for their bank to rob
I got a pain in my stomach, I got an ache in my neck
And all I know is I don't know what's coming next
I don't want to think about the things I got to do
I just can't face up to all the food I got to chew
Because I dread everything
I dread living in this house, oh yeah
Because the noise keeps me awake
I dread living in this family, oh yeah
Cause no one gives back what they take
I don't feel like vacuuming the dirt upon the floor
Everything I ever do feels to me like a chore
Cause I dread everything

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Track Name: All From My Bed
I look out my window and I see all the people go
Faster and faster like they're pulling a fire hose
Everyone's talking on a lower-rate telephone
About all the things
that they can't say inside their homes
Under a street light I can see a little girl
Who is scoring some methadone into her little world
She can sell she can smoke she can drink all day
And her momma never know
cause her momma went away
Her brother is hiding scared inside a baking kiln
Following directions from a governmental film
While he had enough money to begin another life
He could never afford to support his kid and wife
So he cooked them all for dinner
and he fed them to the cops
Who had come to investigate
The growing of the crops
When they asked for his recipe
He gave an index card
With a listing of refugees
Who all were working hard
Let me know when to let go
the things that spin inside my head
Why should I go out
When I can see it all from my bed?
I look out my window and I see only glass
That shatters to pieces with a pantomime crash
I hear the wet echo of a blade on cement
In the center of my living room I'm setting up a tent
And I call it a Shelter
For the Homeless and the Stray
But they never can stay long
Cause I make them go away
They go down to the basement
Where they wash out all their clothes
And they stare at the ceiling fan
to see which way it goes
See the big building that belches out the smoke
Inside of the window hangs a purple black cloak
That covers a secret that you never should tell
I'd tell you what it say but it's a word I can't spell
But I know what it felt like
And it felt like pretty weird
In the corner of my eye
there formed a big pathetic tear
And when it fell to the floor,
you know I felt like I would drown
In the deepening sorrow
Of the water in the ground
Let me know when I can grow
the yeast I bake inside my bread
Why should I go out
When I can see it all from my bed?

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Track Name: Color TV
When Dish washed dishes in a restaurant
She scraped the black burn off of the plates
And every time she pushed her card in the clock
She'd peer outside as she's gripping her hands to the grate
But one day she will leave it, she's gonna pursue her dream
Saving up all her money to buy a washing machine
Oh, your washing machine, makes your dirty clothes clean
I want to stuff my laundry in your washing machine
Oh, your microwave, just think of all the time it saves
I want to plan a dinner for the two of us
And cook it in your microwave
When Dish got home she pulled the shades
And crawled into bed inside of the clothes that she'd sewn
And then she'd open up the Sears catalog
And pretend they were pictures of all of the things that she owned
But one day she will ditch her apron in the sea
When she has plenty of money to buy a color TV
Oh, your color TV, let me come and see
I want to sit on your couch in front your color TV
Oh, your VCR, in a brand new car
I want to rent King Lawrence of Arabia and watch it on your VCR
(repeat chorus)
I want to plan a dinner for the two of us
And cook it in your color TV
Your color TV
Your color TV
Your color TV

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Track Name: Kissoff
You got a friend your friend likes you
You go out on a Sunday night
You're eating kale, you're eating pie
You're eating all of the things that you like
And then you go walking in a special place
That only the two of you know
And you're hoping hard that some way somehow
The love that you feel will show
The moon is shining, the stars are bright
And everything seems so perfect fine
Then she asks to turn out the light
And you interpret it as a sign
And as you're reaching for the switch
You could swear you hear a sound
Emanating from her lips that falls right to the ground
You've been given the kissoff
When you ring she say she not home
Don't you know that you've just been given the kissoff
You scan up and down the classifieds hoping for to find a job
Receptionists, rent collection
Is this the reason you suppress a sob?
And then you spy a short-order fry that you are capable of
So you get on the train and go downtown
Like a message to you sent from above
In the waiting room for your interview
The hand on your palm starts to sweat
When they call your name you know it sounds just the same
As the word that you want to forget
So you take a seat and start pulling your meat
In an effort not to concentrate
But when she sees you, you must have displeased her
Cause she tells you then to crawl away
You've been given the kissoff
When you speak the box it go beep
Don't you know that you've just been given the kissoff
Your love has blown

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Track Name: Surgery
Ten thousand hours I've spent wishing
Ten thousand years I've been asleep
The x-ray shows some kind of growth inside me
Could it be the side on which I sleep?
Will you be with me in my surgery?
Will you hold me when I bleed?
When they cut the skin, will you be within?
Help me to get rid of my disease
Inside my dreams I've imagined
A healing light would penetrate
But every morning I awaken
To a new sensation of pain
Surgery, will you watch them insert the key?
Surgery, won't you mutter a prayer for me?
Soon I'll slip into unconsciousness
Arms and fingers motionless
Where were you when I got started?
Where will you be when I get done?
I'll think of you inside my coffin
Tattoo your name upon my arm
Surgery, that's one place I don't want to be
Surgery, take my hand cause I don't want to bleed

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Track Name: All Words Are Lies
You press your pencil to the paper
And promise everything under the skies
But all words are lies
Crack--you put a crack in my throat
But still--I go on reading your note
Riding in the elevator up to the twelfth floor
What happened to the next one?
You pledge to me your love forever
But there's one thing you don't realize
That all words are lies
I know you don't mean to be dishonest with our love
But even if you were I'd still be wearing rubber gloves
I don't need no pin or pill to shake me up inside
All I need is you to weave your long, lonely lies
Black--is the ache in my soul
Cold--is the food in my bowl
Traveling to sight-see the six wonders of the world
But isn't there a seventh?
There's one question you can't answer
Whatever, who, when, where, how, or why
Cause all words are lies

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Track Name: Back to You
I'm taking a plane, I'm going away
To the city cause I've been here too long
I'm zipping my pants, I'm taking a chance on you
I'm riding a train fast like a hurricane
Want to see you in the moonlight naked
I don't know just how, but I'm gonna come back to you
I'm stealing a car from a guy in a bar
And I'm speeding with the police chasing
I blow out a tire and I crash in a fire, boom
So I hop on a bus with a curse and a cuss
But they stop me cause I've got no token
Someway somehow I'm gonna come back to you
I'm coming back to you cause we're attached with glue
A pair of Siamese twins, dipolar molecule
And when I'm in your arms, you will slap my face
And you'll withhold your tan, but I don't give a damn
I'm coming back to you
I'm here on a boat but it won't stay afloat
Cause it's leaking and we're faster sinking
So I swim to the shore, I don't care anymore how I get there
Yes, I'm hurting my feet cause I'm walking the street
In your direction and I hope you'll be there
I don't know just how, but I'm gonna come back to you
To come on back to you what do I have to do?
Should I walk through a wall? Submit to ridicule?
How do I even know that you'll be there for me?
But I don't give a damn even if it's a sham
I'm coming back to you
No, I don't think I care as long as you are there
If you won't have me back, I wouldn't stop my track
If only for a day, I couldn't stay away
From coming back to you

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Track Name: Let it Fly
When you feel scared about the stories that you hear
All you got to do, my dear, is fly
When you're all alone, the phone don't ring and no one home
Open up your eyes, my love, and fly
Fly away from your tears, fly till gravity disappears
Strip your skin and let the sun in your heart
Fly till you feel no more pain
When you've got nothing to lose or gain
Fly till you tear your black inside apart
When you want to die, things don't work even when you try
Spread upon your wings and let it fly
When your throat is small, you're sitting talking to the wall
Open up your legs and let it fly
Fly away from your fear
Fly till you reach the top of this sphere
Crash your car on the boulevard and fly
Melt right through your chair
When you've got no way to go anywhere
Ascending together, you and I
When you feel numb, like Novocain makes your gums become
Give up on the ground, my friend, and fly
When your eye is wet cause of something you can't forget
All you got to do is let it fly


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Track Name: I'm a Shoe
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Bop shoo wop rrm bop bop shoo wop
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Bop shoo v1op mm bop
I am a shoe, you are a foot, you put your foot in me
And at the end of the day I go back in my shoe box
I am a spoon, you are a hand, you stir your tea with me
And put me in the dishwasher to clean
If I am me then you are you
And if you can be a tree then I'm a shoe
I am a bulb, you are a lamp, you screw me into you
And when my light burns out, you replace me with another
I am a pool, you are a pipe, you drain me in a pond
And when I'm dry you cover me with plastic
If you are me then I am you
And if you can be a tree then I'm a shoe
Bop shoo wop rnm bop bop shoo wop
Bop shoo wop rnm bop bop shoo wop
Bop shoo wop rnm bop bop shoo wop
Bop shoo wop rnm bop bop shoo wop
Bop shoo wop mm bop bop shoo wop
Bop shoo wop mm bop bop shoo wop
Bop shoo wop rmn bop bop shoo wop
Bop shoo wop mm bop

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Track Name: Eight Pieces
Sitting in the garden, thinking of the time
When I was yours and you were mine
Plotting out our pictures, swallowing your hair
We would do the things we wouldn't dare
But here I am in a foreign land buried in the sand
Can't you call a number, won't you write a page
'Cause I need to hear from you today
Stuff it in a bottle, drop it on the tide
I'll find it washed up on the other side
But point is moot 'cause I'm in my suit indefinitely
At first it's one piece --"I love you"
And then it's two piece --you love me, too
And then it's three piece --a commitment
And then it's four piece --that's when you're gone
Four broken pieces of me left in you
Sitting on a park bench, throwing crumbs to birds
We could communicate without words
You would call me Allen, I would call you Jane
Even though we knew those weren't our names
But now it's gone in time that rolls on obliviously
That's when it's five piece --of blackened bread
And then it's six piece --of pain in the head
And then it's seven piece of four a.m.
And then it's eight piece of "do it again"
Eight broken pieces of me left in you
Still I don't know any place left to go where I can still see
That's when it's nine piece --you live alone
And then it's ten piece --don't answer the phone
And it's eleven piece --I'm watching the sky
And then it's twelve piece --with tears in my eyes
Twelve broken pieces of me left in you
That's when it's thirteen piece --of hospitalize
And then it's fourteen piece --of going to die
And then it's fifteen piece --of wanting you back
And then it's sixteen piece --of fall through the crack
Sixteen broken pieces of me left in you
That's when it's seventeen piece --of "see someone else"
And then it's eighteen piece --of broken sea shell
And then it's nineteen piece --of buried back yard
And then it's twenty piece --of pickling jar
Twenty broken pieces of me left in you

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Track Name: Tallulah Bankhead Blues
I've got your picture on my wall, Ms. Bankhead
But you don't know me at all
I watch your movies when I don't have things to do
I do declare, I think that I'm in love with you
Do you love me too, Tallulah Bankhead, I love you
Can I cook for you, Tallulah Bankhead, I love you
I went to Hollywood and I drove right by your house
I wanted them to stop the bus, but they wouldn't let me out
So I wrote you a letter saying how I feel inside
But you never answered, could it be you got another guy
Do you love me too, Tallulah Bankhead, I love you
Will your love be true, Tallulah Bankhead, I love you
If you felt for me the same things that I feel for you
The world'd be half as grim and I'd be half as blue
Why don't you call me on the phone?
I bought an answering machine in case I'm not home
I wrote a poem about you and me, Ms. Bankhead
About how happy we could be
You'd go to your movie premiere hanging on my arm
And in the winter we could live out on the farm


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Track Name: Lemon Spain
You walked out of a Greek mythological sequence
Hand-in-hand with a lizard who was squawking
Like a tightrope card-carrying bard in Barcelona, Spain
The place where it mainly rains on the plain
You were stretching out your elastic in the backyard
With a clothespin that was dancing in the sunlight
As it self-immolated in a tiny burning flame
A candle does the same in Lemon Spain
You were in the Red Cross saving other peoples' lives
And every time you saw their blood you broke out into hives
Your uniform was frayed and torn, your face was full of lines
So I went to the drugstore where the people were so kind
And there I bought you all the things that you never really
Wanted, rubber helicopter dipped in chocolate
Floating out in two parallel lines to Gibraltar Pain
The place with the very very very big rock
You were living out in the outback of Australia
With your post card and your locomotive sailor
Consuming halibut from a metal bowl
That dripped a stain in the very same shape as Lemon Spain


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Track Name: Love Almanac
I live up on the seventh floor
You work down on the street
I press my face to the window
And see all the people that you meat
I love you and you know it's a fact
Cause you're scheduled here in my love almanac
You stand so self-confident
I need a woman like you
I pretend that you're in my living room
And I set out a homemade dinner for two
I love you and the hat on your head
Can you picture both of us happily wed
If I could have your love, I'd gladly rip off my arm
For just a little kiss, I'd give anything
You don't need to worry
If you give it I will take your pain
And glory in the thought that you don't hold me in disdain
I look at the stars in the sky
And I wonder if you're looking too
I pick the one that I like the best
And imagine I'm giving it to you
I love you and you know it's a fact
According to the notes in my love almanac
You don't need to worry
Cause this book predicts my word is true
And that I'll show what pervades and connects me into you
You don't owe me your rugs and jewelry
You can keep all your drugs and candy
All I ask of you is your understanding
You don't owe me an explanation
Don't pledge me your love forever
All I want from you is this time together


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Track Name: Parable Polite
Once there was a little girl who played with her dolly all day
Her momma called to come inside but she continued to play
Then that night she fell into a deep dark secret well
And when she hit, she found herself in the midst of a fiery hell
All because she disobeyed, we can see what she got
When you don't mind your parents, kids, you will suffer a lot
Once there was a little boy who liked to scarf down sweets
His momma said, "That's for dessert!" but he continued to eat
That very night the heavens sent a raging thunderstorm
His pretty face was split in half and grotesquely deformed
His stubbornness, it was the cause
He lost all that he had gained
When you don't do what others want you to, you will die in pain
Manners, you and I both need them, it isn't hard to be polite
But if you choose to follow evil, you will surely fry


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Track Name: Dirty Monday
Friday night you ring my bell and stay with me
But you live so far away your mouth I need
And I dread each passing hour cause I don't want to see
Dirty Monday's just a day away
When I'm here all alone I think of you
I won't talk to anyone feel so blue
And I want to stop the second hand
Cause I don't want to see
Dirty Monday's just a day away
And every hour the lines grow deeper on my face
The calendar is full of X that won't erase
And every time you know I'll let me down
Still the image always blurs to white
My eyes don't want me to see
I call my mother and she say "Don't worry, son
The one you know, the seam you sew won't come undone
If you can be like you you'll be like everyone"
Every time we get to know you say it's time to go

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Track Name: Under the Tissue Tree
Sister Dough read me a story under the tissue tree
It was hard to pay attention so I pretended to be asleep
Deep in the weeds the sky opened wide
And just like an eye it began to cry
Under the tissue tree I blew my nose for free
Under the tissue tree Sister Dough and me
In the middle of a big field we found the setting sun
And when we caught it in our butterfly net
It shot away like a gun deep in the stream


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Track Name: Marble Jar
Seeing you alone, waiting for a call
Pretty soon you'll find yourself invisible
Underneath your tongue, breeding things to say
Words can reproduce just like bacteria
Maybe when you're old, you can have the things you've always wanted
But now as it is, do you think you know
What you're gonna do or where you're going to?
If you do, take me with you

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Track Name: Ecstatic
Every word from your lips falls just like a ruby
All I want is to be underneath your hurricane
Every dollar bill you kiss, before you spend it somewhere
In hopes that maybe someone deposits it in their bank
When I fall asleep at day I dream that you are bent
Like a kitchen utensil or garden implement
You make me ecstatic, the feeling's automatic
Don't want it when your depression is turning
Distracted, when you snap my prophylactic
Light-headed, vertiginous, like a kleptomaniac-ted
Every thought in your head, like a blooming flower
Planted in your garden till the bomb inside explode
Every day in your room, you're hugging tight your pillow
Just like a weeping willow, you don't know which way to grow
When I wake up in the evening, I can hear the sound
Of your adjectives burying themselves in the ground
You make me psychotic, your face is so neurotic
Demented, insensitive as an anti-melancholic
Enraptured, the love that you have captured
Is melting like an animal potato in a masher
If you want to drown your fever down inside my car
I will keep the secret locked up tight inside my jar
Every day I wait for you to send me out a letter
I would feel much better if you called me on the phone
And when you do, I'll say to you that I can't wait much longer
My clock is frozen on the second hand as is the phone
When I hear your voice sliding like silk inside my spine
I wonder where you bought your box, if you'd commit the crime
You make me ecstatic, the feeling's automatic
You watch it like a television interfered with static
Distracted, when I see it's not enacted
Shaking like the pockets of a kleptomaniac-ted

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Track Name: The Obvious Planet
Here am I, high up in the sky, suspended
By a thread of dental floss, hanging from a planet tossed and bended
Sitting on my front porch here between Saturn and Mars
Spitting down into the space between the stars
I'm trying hard to understand it
What are doing here on this obvious planet?
Our situation seems to demand it
That you and I stay here together on this obvious planet
Too dark to see, no electricity in this room
But we don't need no light 'cause we can touch without our sight like baboons
And when we sign the letter that we'd send back down to Earth
We'd address it to our own houses for what they're worth
It's too difficult to understand it
Why we choose to live here on this obvious planet
Every single word is already carved in granite
But still I want to be with you on this obvious planet
The good things you have, you take for granted
Which is why you sit alone on your obvious planet

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Track Name: Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder
I wash my hands a hundred times
To get rid of the dirt and grime
But even when I know they're clean
I go back and I do it again
Cause I can't get the thought out of my head
That the germs that I touch are gonna strike me down dead
Cause I've got obsessive-compulsive disorder
It makes my life a living hell
Yes I've got obsessive-compulsive disorder
Can't drink my water from a wishing well
Whenever I go out of my house
I lock my door so the in won't go out
I can't be sure if I done it so
I go back and I check it some mo'
Cause I can't get the thought out of my head
That I left the door unlocked and someone's stealing my bread
Cause I've got obsessive-compulsive disorder
I'm never relaxed cause I'm worried all day
That I've got obsessive-compulsive disorder
Nothing I do makes it go away
Pray please pray, pray for me
Cause I'm afraid to use a public toilet seat
Call the doctor, call your best friend
Cause I can see my beginning is reaching the end
I drive my car down the street
I don't allow myself to use my feet
I press the accelerator with my hand
And why I do it people don't understand
Cause I can't get the thought out of my mind
That if I use my feet I'll surely go blind
Cause I've got obsessive-compulsive disorder
It runs my life and it makes me feel blue
Yes I've got obsessive-compulsive disorder
To get rid of it I don't know what to do
Manumadubiobowshake


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Track Name: Dishwasher and the Washing Machine
I got the word inside my head
It won't come out, I don't know why
I want you oh so much, sweet thing
You know it make me cry
But when I try to think of what I should say
All the words seem to slip away
I can't tell you, I can't say what I mean, so I say
"The dishwasher and the washing machine"
They say communication in relations
Is the only foundation on which to build
But everyone will tell you all the things they want to sell you
In the end they're only wanting you to swallow their pill
(and you'll choke on it)
But in the night when I fight to try to make out alright
The things to say, I find it doesn't matter
Cause it's all a mindless chattering anyway
I can't tell cause I don't know what I mean, so I say
"The dishwasher and the washing machine"
I see the sentence in the rain
But what the meaning is, I just can't explain
I got a picture in my head
But when I try to photograph it, it disappear
Just like a dream you can't pronounce
Foreign word you can't hear
But when the bell rings and I answer the phone
I always pretend that I'm not at home
I can't tell you I can't say what I mean, so I say
"The dishwasher and the washing machine"

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Track Name: Hide the Bag
When you've got something bad
Put it in a suitcase and hide the bag
Hide it where you won't find it
Hide it in a place that you don't know
Where no one ever goes
Once I had a secret wrapped tight in a rag
I didn't want to show it, so I hid it in a bag
I dropped it off a mountain
And it fell into the sea where a dolphin said to me,
"What kind of salad do you need?"
If your wish is to be
Rid of your pain, the bag will set you free
All my life
I've been the son of a husband and wife
If you want to be my friend
We'll hide our bags together buried in the sand

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Track Name: I Want to Vacuum
I like to walk outside on the sidewalk
And when it's raining I take my big umbrella
I like to go down to the newsstand
And buy a newspaper
I want to vacuum, I can make rug patterns with the wheels
Uh huh huh, I want to vacuum
Cause I like the way the humming sound makes me feel
And it makes me feel like I'm a living, real thing
I like to drink Kool-Aid from a paper cup
Just like I did when I was five years old
I like to watch black-and-white movies
That were made before I was even born
I want to vacuum to make things look nice for my guest
Uh huh huh, I want to vacuum
And when that's done, Mom'll do the rest
Cause it makes me feel like I'm a living, real thing
Hear that vroom, that's the tune
That comes out from my vacuum
And it says "my oh me, what could that be
Vibrating deeply under my vacuum"
I like to sleep late in the morning
And read a book I like all day
I like to go down to the newsstand
And buy a newspaper
I want to vacuum, I can make rug patterns with the wheels
Uh huh huh, I want to vacuum
Cause I like the way the humming sound makes me feel
And it makes me feel like I'm a living, real
Genuine, alkaline, everything is yours and mine thing
So I say can you see if that is me vibrating deeply
Under your vacuum

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Track Name: The Shipman Was A Fake
This afternoon in the harbor, I saw a ship with a pirate flag
A maggot-filled skull-and-crossbones, and a galley witch with a paper bag
But when they unloaded the treasure they had robbed
The pirate who spoke to me had a job
The shipman was a fake a plastic parrot and an ink tattoo
He made love to the second mate and sailed away into the ocean blue
A holiday's big vacation, flying deep inside a jet
They light the sign say "no smoking", so you put out your cigarette
Then the plane starts to rumble, they say that everything is fine
Still we crash into a mountain and break like bottles of wine
And in the wreckage I find the man who held the steering wheel
With directions inside the shoe of his heel
The pilot was a fake --a bought diploma and a surgical glove
He made all of his passengers wait, while in the cockpit he was making love
The shipman was a fake
The shipman was a fake

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Track Name: Questionnaire
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Track Name: The Round Sea
Back down inside then you gave all your marbles to me
Afloat together in the middle of the round sea
We live in a dream, sewed between the seams
Behind the paper coating on a jar
Sometimes at dinner you'd slip in my drink your magic potion
And we'd ride together inside of this spherical ocean
What will I do when she's gone, she's gonna leave before long
I'll always find someone of that kind
But give me one more chance to speak my mind
She used to tell me that I was only
Waiting to see what would happen after
All had been finished and done
(She said) I'd feel the same about anyone
"Do that, don't," we said to our hypothetical daughter
Holding our oxygen under the circular water
What do you think would happen
If I could show you, if I could tell you my mind
Cover my eyes when I go blind
And give to me your love so cruel and so unkind
Make me understand the person that I find
And hold me in your arms when I'm inside my mind
There is a picture to see
It's so important to me
If we could transform, you ask me what I'd like to be
But all I want to do is stay with you on the round sea
The round sea

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Track Name: I Dread Everything (Studio Mix)
I dread living in this world, oh yeah
Cause people killing every day
I dread living in this body, oh yeah
Because its needs won't go away
I don't want to wash the dishes piled up in the sink
I feel like I can't go to work, I haven't slept a wink
Cause I dread everything
Next week I have to interview for a job
But I'm so worried they won't want me for their bank to rob
I got a pain in my stomach, I got an ache in my neck
And all I know is I don't know what's coming next
I don't want to think about the things I got to do
I just can't face up to all the food I got to chew
Because I dread everything
I dread living in this house, oh yeah
Because the noise keeps me awake
I dread living in this family, oh yeah
Cause no one gives back what they take
I don't feel like vacuuming the dirt upon the floor
Everything I ever do feels to me like a chore
Cause I dread everything

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Track Name: Lemon Spain (Studio Mix)
You walked out of a Greek mythological sequence
Hand-in-hand with a lizard who was squawking
Like a tightrope card-carrying bard in Barcelona, Spain
The place where it mainly rains on the plain
You were stretching out your elastic in the backyard
With a clothespin that was dancing in the sunlight
As it self-immolated in a tiny burning flame
A candle does the same in Lemon Spain
You were in the Red Cross saving other peoples' lives
And every time you saw their blood you broke out into hives
Your uniform was frayed and torn, your face was full of lines
So I went to the drugstore where the people were so kind
And there I bought you all the things that you never really
Wanted, rubber helicopter dipped in chocolate
Floating out in two parallel lines to Gibraltar Pain
The place with the very very very big rock
You were living out in the outback of Australia
With your post card and your locomotive sailor
Consuming halibut from a metal bowl
That dripped a stain in the very same shape as Lemon Spain


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Track Name: Surgery (Studio Mix)
Ten thousand hours I've spent wishing
Ten thousand years I've been asleep
The x-ray shows some kind of growth inside me
Could it be the side on which I sleep?
Will you be with me in my surgery?
Will you hold me when I bleed?
When they cut the skin, will you be within?
Help me to get rid of my disease
Inside my dreams I've imagined
A healing light would penetrate
But every morning I awaken
To a new sensation of pain
Surgery, will you watch them insert the key?
Surgery, won't you mutter a prayer for me?
Soon I'll slip into unconsciousness
Arms and fingers motionless
Where were you when I got started?
Where will you be when I get done?
I'll think of you inside my coffin
Tattoo your name upon my arm
Surgery, that's one place I don't want to be
Surgery, take my hand cause I don't want to bleed

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Track Name: Love Almanac (Studio Mix)
I live up on the seventh floor
You work down on the street
I press my face to the window
And see all the people that you meat
I love you and you know it's a fact
Cause you're scheduled here in my love almanac
You stand so self-confident
I need a woman like you
I pretend that you're in my living room
And I set out a homemade dinner for two
I love you and the hat on your head
Can you picture both of us happily wed
If I could have your love, I'd gladly rip off my arm
For just a little kiss, I'd give anything
You don't need to worry
If you give it I will take your pain
And glory in the thought that you don't hold me in disdain
I look at the stars in the sky
And I wonder if you're looking too
I pick the one that I like the best
And imagine I'm giving it to you
I love you and you know it's a fact
According to the notes in my love almanac
You don't need to worry
Cause this book predicts my word is true
And that I'll show what pervades and connects me into you
You don't owe me your rugs and jewelry
You can keep all your drugs and candy
All I ask of you is your understanding
You don't owe me an explanation
Don't pledge me your love forever
All I want from you is this time together


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