written and produced by giuseppe andrews. performed by giuseppe and ed. additional vocals on paseo del mar, bikini wax, and
waiting room by mary. narration on intrauterine memories by wally lavern

THE DINER
The diner on a Monday night. Sitting with my hearts delight. Things are really going right for once. I can trust another person with my love. I send a prayer to up above thanking whoever gets it for hooking us up cause I see our cup as half full. Like this cold milk that will assist me in my pig out with a tuna melt and French fries a scoop of ice cream on a slice of apple pie. And then we’ll walk it off tonight so we can come on back again next week and pig out some more. The diner is my favorite place besides my trailer where I play with all the toys that help me say what is on my mind. Whether it’s the world or you it’s all that I want to do, till my face turns ocean blue and I die. Please don’t cry cause I spent my life doing just what I like. I realize now that it’s all that makes me happy. Creating art and loving you along with pappy. That’s it for me and good coffee. We got it made here in the shade of space 17. Repeat first verse.

PASEO DEL MAR
(French ) This is a sexy TV just like the ad said it would be. Let’s watch some reality as Paseo Del Mar.
I was painting on the mountain. I put dish soap in the fountain. You were in the book store browsin’ for tips to this trip cause you aint the solar system. You can’t have that cosmic wisdom. You want god so you can quiz him. But it don’t work that way. I wish that it did. I wish that it did. I don’t know where I am. Maybe in the next dimension we will know the right extension but I wonder why until then we make dogs shake hands. But we’ll listen to some music. Find a drug and then abuse it. Seems so easy not to lose it. But it don’t work that way. I wish that it did. So the moral of this story is you shouldn’t really worry if glue aint made from a horsey it don’t work that way. I wish that it did.

Nighty-night (drunk pyro)
put your guitar down before mama eats your garlic bread. Down that road there’s a telephone pole with a picture of a dog that’s lost. I’m gonna teach a coo-coo clock bird to talk and run a blood bath. And up that street there’s a guy with no feet. Will you tell him something for me son? Will you tell him that I tossed the gun into the river. Cause I can’t think about this shit right now. No, not now. It’s the disease-scare episode of some smash show. Sell ‘em the week old shit they’ll never know what’s up. And it’s nighty-night, and it’s nighty-night drunk pyro and it’s nighty-night there’s more things to burn tomorrow. I know so let’s go. I gotta see the flame dance the pet zoo. Cause I can’t think about this shit right now. No, not now. The mad scientist has kicked down the door and hit the road. He said he needed a 3D axe to let ’em know who’s boss. Repeat chorus. Down that road there’s a can that eats goats with a picture of a drop of rain. And don’t tell me he don’t have a name cause I know better. I can’t handle all this shit right now. No, not now. It’s the condemned house blues. But there aint nothing to lose. We can sleep in a sweat shop shoe. It aint a tale it’s true.

BIKINI WAX
I don’t want a phone, I don’t want a fax, all that I want is a bikini wax. To take off the hair that grey down there cause it makes my beaver look more like a bear. Bear, more like a bear, it makes her beaver look more like a bear. B-B-B-B-B-B-B bear. Repeat verse. Repeat chorus. Don’t want a phone, don’t want a fax, all that I want is a bikini wax

STRUCK ME AS STRANGE
Struck me as strange. I don’t know why, it just did. Middle of night, here at a mic, I’m singing songs to ease the pain, to quiet my brain. The thoughts must me drained or I’ll go insane. The vocal, the range, struck me as strange. Hold on, I just gotta change. It won’t take me long. Just one walk to the café where nobody hangs except D’Jango on the wall. I’m pulling your knee, you don’t say the D, I learned that yesterday. A dog with the mange struck me as strange, but everybody pretends they fall for the illusion and block out what’s really happenin‘. When I gave up and fell apart I said a prayer and god sent love to my heart. And I’m just stating a fact. Can quote me on that, and this too, the air is a phone when you are alone you can talk to heaven and zone. Zone out with the land whose light takes your hand at death and leads you home. The room rearranged struck me as strange. Struck me as strange, the vocal and the range, a dog with the mange, the room rearranged, the art and the pain, the wash and the brain, the power of the rain, the spirit and the game, the faces and the names, the tiger being tamed, the beat and the heart, the hobo and the cart, the hair and the part, struck me as strange.

WAITING ROOM
I blame my self for flushing poo. The alien eyes, chicken legs and thighs. Casino champagne, stud for rent. What in the hell’s happening? I blame myself for flushing poo. My gift to the flies, chicken legs and thighs. Casino champagne, stud for rent. What in the hell’s happening to my skin? (transcending very soon, until then…here in the waiting room) (society is not for me)

ORANGES
In a bowl by the window, drenched in morning sun, oranges, as sweet as your love. They are good for your body, full of vitamin C, oranges, as sweet as can be. Mary’s peeling oranges in the morning for me, while I think of scenarios for the next couple movies I hope that you see. In a bowl by the window, drenched in morning sun, oranges, as sweet as your love.

SHA CHEE CHEE
Ski resorts to golfing course good enough me, soft drugs (soft drugs), you’re punks (you’re punks), defunct (defunct), gave up (gave up), little old lady bugs brings to one good luck when touched, you’ll save a buck, rescue a mutt, Sha Chee Chee. Meet the folks and tell a joke, that’s the way the donut cracks (it cracks), you should (you should), I can’t (I can’t), I killed (I killed), a plant (a plant), and took it back to the park and sat with cats who claw their post. The world’s a ghost Sha Chee Chee. I know Sha Chee Chee. Knock knock. Whose there? Sha Chee Chee.

R.V. HERMIT
a)intrauterine memories
We are sending you to earth to rock the art world. That is your fate. However, it won’t be easy. You will stand on the brink of insanity with demons on your skin like leeches. whatever you do, don’t give up. Now, pull my finger…intrauterine memories. Intrauterine memories, Dali’s intrauterine memories.
b)thunder
c)cup opinions
There are many Jacuzzis that you’ll have to cross. But there can’t be promotions if man, there aint a boss. On the shuttle to the airport you fondled my balls. At the wi-fi funeral home they download the mall. The lobotomy backfired. Cup opinions. Disclaimers forever. Thug blog. Im a human again, a coupon to help pay for my sins.
d) rain
e) notes
Yes, these are notes, notes, notes. everything happens before it happened said the bus driver, the bus driver.

VAMPIRE POWER
It’s enough to make anybody nuts. Do you want to dance, that’s the biggest question I’m asked but it’s enough to drive anyone to drink. Do you want to go? I don’t know, I need time to think. Vampire power, vampire power gone out. Vampire power, it makes the bill go up. It’s enough to cook anybody’s goose. Do you have the time, that’s the biggest question I’m asked. It’s enough to make anybody nuts. When will back? I have no idea. that’s that. (chorus) I got power, vampire power.