Альбом Meat Puppets

Scanning all around
Nothing there to see
Suddenly from nowhere
Things that shouldn't be
Big gunpowder falls
Tumbles underground
Drops of cardboard water
Ancient blocks of sound
Mirage ...
Water sets the fire
Spinning on its tail
Shade grows to night-time
Pleasures there for sale
Nobody sees
The way it goes
Timeless land
Nobody knows
Mirage...
Mirage

Love flies on wings
Listen to the angels sing
Love flies on wings
Put it in the calibrations
Show it to be ornamental
Wrapped up, crapped on, torn up, thrown away
Love flies on wings
Oh be joyful
Try knock 'em stiff
Send in the clowns
Popskull
Here come the clowns
Welcome all to tiny town
Send in the clowns
Put it on the burner
With an extra shot of bubble water
That's right you take no more little dribble
Here come the clowns
Oh be joyful
Try knock 'em stiff
Send in the clowns
Popskull
Love flies on wings
Listen to the angels sing
Love flies on wings
Put it on the burner
With an extra shot of bubble water
That's right you take no more little dribble
Put it in the calibrations
Show it to be ornamental
Wrapped up, crapped on, torn up, thrown away
Love flies on wings
Oh be joyful
Try knock 'em stiff
Send in the clowns
Popskull
Oh be joyful
Try knock 'em stiff
Send in the clowns
Popskull

Coming down from the mountain
I have seen the high and mighty
I will go again someday
But for now I'm coming down
Coming down from the mountain
I have seen the lofty glory
I will go again someday
But for now I'm coming down
I have seen their information
On the lighter side of dumbness
I have heard the new statistics
And the stomping on the ground
Picking slowly up the rockslide
One thing always seems apparent
If the climb becomes too much
I can always turn around
Waking up from my slumber
To misunderstand another
Though they call it terra firma
It dissolves beneath my feet
Looking through a pile of garbage
For some worthless piece of paper
That's been hidden there for me
To give meaning to my day
Going down to the desert
To the dirty filthy desert
I'll be crawling through the sand
For at least a couple days
Going down to the desert
ther are things owrth avoiding
And it always makes me cross
When those things get in my way.
Coming down from the mountain
I have seen the high and mighty
I will go again someday
But for now I'm coming down
Coming down from the mountain
I have seen the lofty glory
I will go again someday
But for now I'm coming down

It's the shadow in the dark
it's the silver in the park
it's the broken, faded bird
you've learned to call your heart
it's not a border that you can see
just as plain as you or me
i can't throw the lock back
and i don't have the key
it hovers in the living room
just above the door
it whistles while it hangs there
feathers dripping from every pore
they show the spectacle of falling
and settle to the floor

poor little negro
sitting in a tree
eating his favorite
cocoa leaves
along came some fellows
takin' him away
take away his culture
put him on a plane
poor little negro
sitting in the states
he's about to try his
first chocolate shake
poor little negro
puking in the sink
he's regained his culture
finally found a link

It's a swamp
Just a jungle
Tigers slipping through all the time
Snakes and alligators
Want to have a piece of what is mine
I don't pay
No attention
To the nastiness going down
Just above me
Within my reach
There's plenty of good things hanging 'round
Fruit on the vine
Ice water fountains
Fruit on the vine
Fruit on the vine
I reach up for an apple
I grab an orange by mistake
It don't mind, it's alright
In the jungle I get what I can take
Got a taste for
Watermelon
A taste for pomegranate too
Nevermind, I'll take a cherry
Any ripe and juicy one will do
My mouth is full
My face is messy
I'm feeling better with each bite
I take a break
For just a minute
But nothing satisfies
My appetite

where do bad folks go when they die?
they don't go to heaven where the angels fly
they go down to the lake of fire and fry
won't see 'em again till the fourth of july
i knew a lady who came from duluth
she got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
she went to her grave just a little too soon
and she flew away howling on the yellow moon
where do bad folks go when they die?
they don't go to heaven where the angels fly
they do down to the lake of fire and fry
won't see 'em again till the fourth of july
now the people cry and the people moan
and they look for a dry place to call their home
and try to find some place to rest their bones
while the angels and the devils
fight to claim them for their own

Hot pink volcano in the heart of the tornado
Is shaking the lemonade tree
Hot pink forest is backed by a furnace
That boils the lemonade free
And it all went down
Tomorrow is a number
Hot pink apple with the sweet golden dimple
Has stuck its claim in me
Hot pink rubber comes in every color
And every style that you please
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Below the road a dozen times now
Within the leeway, behind the sandhouse
The fascinating book of strings
Picks the leaves
That drift down between
Suns to lift up in between
They told some stories like you've never seen
Just about everything slips down in between
Mine to lift up and to follow
In the steps of fluids hollow
Without time we pick up all the streams
To find the leaves
That drift down in between
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I've got a question, I got to know
I see right what I'm looking for
I see, I see, I see
I got no hurry, I've got no fight
I know it's all in the hidden light
I know, I know, I know
I can't see it with my eyes
But I can feel it
And it might just be
A hundred miles away
I can't see it with my eyes
But I can feel it
And it might just be
A hundred miles away
I've got no business, I got no right
And I know, that's not very nice
I know, I know, I know
I can't see it with my eyes
But I can feel it
And it might just be
A hundred miles away
I can't see it with my eyes
But I can feel it
And it might just be
A hundred miles away
I can't see it with my eyes
But I can feel it
And it might just be
A hundred miles away
I can't see it with my eyes
But I can feel it
And it might just be
A hundred miles away
I can't see it with my eyes
But I can feel it
And it might just be
A hundred miles away
I can't see it with my eyes
But I can feel it
And it might just be
A hundred miles away

we love, that's why we're here
oh yes, we hold you all so dear
and now this one's for you
a love offering for your ears
our fans hold us in highest esteem
faithful, that's how it seems
and now straight from our hearts
a love offering, so bold so new
(it never stops, it never starts)
oh yes, it's for sure my life's call
entertaining for folks short and tall
you've bee n so kind for all these years
we'll never be able to repay you all
(how can I hold back the tears?)

Tie me up
Get it right
Pull the knots
Good and tight
Toss me in a car
Take us out for a ride
This is almost like being alive
I'm not here, I'm nowhere
Someplace else, I don't care
Give me half an hour
Lock the door when you arrive
This is almost like being alive
Night is here
Time stands still
All things move outside will
Lock me in the shower
Stamp the door when you arrive
This is almost like being alive
Give me half an hour
Let me know when you arrive
This is almost like being alive
This is almost like being alive...
Oh, I'm drifting away
Just imagine being eaten by a giant doo-doo log with teeth
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