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Non-album Tracks Lyric Sheet

Songs:

  1. Artistry of Absence
  2. Bad Magic
  3. Condo Swimming Pool
  4. Sue's Song
  5. When Southern Bells Ring
  6. Kindness Kills Me
  7. Alliwannado Is Fuck Your Hair
  8. Cars -- Gary Numan Cover
  9. Just Like Life
  10. Mr. Alternatrash Person
  11. Naked -- Full Empty Session Demo
  12. Tainted Love -- Soft Cell Cover
  13. Take Your Time (Do It Right) -- S.O.S. Band Cover
  14. Wafflehead -- From Meanwhile, Somewhere in the 90's
  15. Eaves Dropping on Armageddon
  16. I Know These Hills
  17. The Infidelity Song
  18. Promises
  19. Turnaround


Artistry of Absence

There's a depression in my bed,
a shallow grave where you laid your head,
for a while; I'll soon change the sheets
and unmake what was made.

Artistry of absence, sense you make of what is gone.
Artistry of absence, sense you make of what is gone.
Artistry of absence, sense you make of what is gone.

The cold caught in sculpture,
soft hills and a valley of pleasure,
shaped by a sensual form.
What was made, I treasure.

There's a depression in my bed,
a shallow grave where you laid your head,
for a while; I'll soon change the sheets
and unmake what was made,
and unmake what was made.


Bad Magic

Make a friend lose another.
Zap! Turn one into a lover.
Stir your cauldron of need.
Mix some voodoo.
Say "I need you." Oh oh!
Something's boiling over and over like magic.

Like magic.

Tell a lie so uncouth.
Zap! Turn it into a truth.
Wave your wand of need.
Paint some heiroglyphs.
Say "What if..." Oh oh!
You sparked a nasty, nasty fire like magic.

Bad, bad magic.
You're just another jester with another bad joke about magic.
Hiding behind another screen of smoke.
Bag tricks, hole in the bottom, you think you've got 'em? Shit!

Bad Magic.

I say dye your hair, dye it black.
Zap! Black cape on your back.
Your broom is gonna crash
you Halloween whore, you're such a bore. Oh oh!
Another trendy gothic black magic.


Condo Swimming Pool

You took me back to your condo swimming pool
after I hadn't seen you in years.
We washed loving, chlorinated waters
fermented by three-for-one beers.
You pain me with my jade exterior in the
concrete basin, cold and cool,
and then served me up with satisfaction,
Mediterranean in your condo swimming pool.

I came back for dinner that night.
You swam in the shallow with another fresh-caught lover-man.
You served peel-'em-and-eat-'em shrimp, your favorite appetizer.
That's what I am, that's what I am.
Showered in refrigerated water,
that's what I am.

I'm just peel-'em-and-eat-'em, peel-'em-and-eat-'em.
You can't beat 'em.
Peel, peel-'em-and-eat-'em. They're always in season.
You can't beat 'em.
Peel-'em-and-eat-'em, peel-'em-and-eat-'em.

We were all there just the other night.
Shellfish and champagne, drunk lover strip bare.
Six of us after the lights went out,
shocked out of our clothes.
Boys and women, women and men.
I floated past your hungry thigh, coiled and pale and untamed.

And I was just peel-'em-and-eat-'em, peel-'em-and-eat-'em.
You can't beat 'em.
Peel, peel-'em-and-eat-'em. They're always in season.
You can't beat 'em.
Always in season. You can't beat 'em.
Peel-'em-and-eat-'em, peel-'em-and-eat-'em.
They're always in season.


Sue's Song

She papers her walls in pictures of people she'll never be,
and her north window frames a church steeple where she says some people think they get hope for free.
And her east window lets on light on a room done in black and white.
This second hand sheik interior is something that men who want her seldom see.

She papers her walls in pictures of people she'll never be.
Like some veiled ol' Garbot she graces the local bars with her own style.
She makes her appearance unescorted except by each man's glance.
And she's known by everyone who've never known her say "Hello" and hate her all the while.

And I say Sue, don't stone her.
I've known her.
Sue don't stone her.
She's too far gone to see.
Sue don't stone her.
I've known her.
Sue don't stone her.
Her stones are you and me.


When Southern Bells Ring

Here comes Christmas and all the fuss,
and the rush and the blushing cheeks of the chosen ones.
As I'm walking, in Mother stalking,
Every shot now a backdrop of tinsel, toys, silver tree, reckoning.

Plastic Jesus on a window sill...
Lighted from within his soul and still...

In Tiny Town, twilight's playground,
every child running wild, spinning laughter plays over old avenues.
When southern bells ring, like tiny lights sing,
a hollow sound echoes 'round, I see virgins adrift on whiter streets.

Old men, they're predicting weather fair.
Smoking silhouettes behind the windows there.

Here comes Christmas and all the fuss,
the rush and the blushing cheeks of the chosen ones.
When southern bells ring, downward angels swing.
A sigh for this dying house of my better years.

Plastic Jesus on a window sill...
Lighted from within his soul and still...


Kindness Kills Me

With your big heart and my little mind, so many times I forget to be kind.
Kindness kills me, and mindlessness fills me up, fills me up.

With your big heart and my little mind, so many times I forget to be kind.
Kindness kills me, and mindlessness fills me up, fills me up.

I never lost sight of you; I was just looking the other way,
thinking of something to say, falling apart, and feeling blue.

With your big heart and my little mind, so many times I forget to be kind.
Kindness kills me, and mindlessness fills me up, fills me up.

I never lost sight of you; I was just looking the other way,
thinking of something to say, falling apart, and feeling blue.

Kindness kills me.
Kindness kills me.

I never lost sight of you; I was just looking the other way,
thinking of something to say, falling apart, and feeling blue.

With your big heart and my little mind, so many times I forget to be kind.
Kindness kills me, and mindlessness fills me up, fills me up.

Kindness kills me.


Alliwannado is Fuck Your Hair

Bob, pixie, shags, feathered,
all to which my heart is tethered.
I'm just a pervert, and a coif
is really what I wanna boff.

I dreamed of this girl with hair so big
that I'm wollowin' in it like randy pig,
hunchin' and a-munchin' like a sunsel boar,
doin' it to it like I'm off to war.

All I wanna do is fuck your hair.
All I wanna do is fuck your hair.
Mousse it, gel it, I don't care,
'cause all I wanna do is fuck your hair.

Now I'm a fan of Morgan Fairchild.
Her big ol' hair makes me crazy and wild.
I fantasize about Marie Antoinette.
She had five-foot hair before Final Net.

I need a B-52 beehive girl
with a twisty do like a DQ swirl.
I see all that hair goin' to waste.
Every time I say it, I get maced.

All I wanna do is fuck your hair.
All I wanna do is fuck your hair.
Come on baby, your momma won't care,
'cause all I wanna do is fuck your hair.

All I want to do is to fuck your hair.
All I want to do is to fuck your hair.

Now what I really need is some dumb hairdresser.
The bigger her hair, the more I'd caress her.
Ridin' high on a permanent wave,
feelin' the friction of a case of Rave.

It weakens my knees, these curls piled high.
Makes my ol' curlin' iron start to fry.
The insatiable craving for the real hair pie
makes me want to say it: "Me, oh, my!"

All I wanna do is fuck your hair.
All I wanna do is fuck your hair.
Mousse it, sculpt it, I don't care,
'cause all I wanna do is fuck your hair.

All I wanna do is fuck your hair.
All I wanna do is fuck your hair.
All I wanna do is fuck your hair.

(One more time!)

All I wanna do is fuck your hair.
All I wanna do is fuck your hair.
Mousse it, gel it, I don't care,
'cause all I wanna do is fuck your hair.

(Come on baby, your momma won't care.)


Cars

Here in my car, I feel safest of all.
I can lock all my doors. It's the only way to live.
In cars...

Here in my car, I can only receive.
I can listen to you. It keeps me stable for days.
In cars...

(In cars...)

Here in my car, where the image breaks down,
would you visit me, please, if I open my door?
In cars...

Here in my car, I know I've started to think
about leaving tonight, although nothing seems right.
In cars...

(In cars..)
I feel safest of all...
In cars...
Oh, I've started to think about it tonight.
(In cars...)
It's the only way to live.
Oh, I've started to think about leaving tonight.
In cars...
In cars...
In cars...
It's the only way to live.
In cars...
I know I've started to think about leaving tonight.
In cars...

(Love that little Jane's Addiction action there, don't you think?)
(Hey, the only thing... Is there another track on there?)


Just Like Life

Some things could take forever. Why don't we wait together?
I can be alot of fun, you see.
We could while away the time, pray our souls like words might rhyme,
and if not at least pretend we're free.

And isn't it just like life to dream without me?
And isn't it just like life to dream without me?

Wondering how all my pretty friends, how they up and slipped away.
No one wants to stay here anymore.

But isn't it just like life to dream without me?
And isn't it just like life to dream without me?

Don't set on the porch too long; you'll grow old and never strong.
Sleep too hard, you'll wake up tired, called visionless and love inspired.
With someone to remark on it, too, the world has a love in you.
Some reckless Romeo will do, or, better yet, a girl with big cartoon eyes.

And though my offer always stands, disappointment makes demands.
Too many questions makes me bad company.

But isn't it just like life to dream without me?
And isn't it just like life to dream without me? Without me?
It's just like life to dream without me. Without me.


Mr. Alternatrash Person

Everything is magic the first time
before repetitious boredom spoils the spell.
Vanity suits you well.

Cursed and exploding like outer space,
you take the stage with faux anger monster face.
And vanity suits you well.
I can tell!

Some put Birkenstocks on their BMW's,
but gee, wow you got a new tattoo.
How original, how alternative of you.

Ring in your nose, raging grunge guitar.
In your herd of alternatrash bitches you're a star.
Vanity suits you well.

Everything is magic the first time
before repetitious boredom starts to smell.
Vanity suits you well.

Nothing you do has been done before.
You're a fashionating person. You're so hardcore.
Vanity suits you well.
I can tell!
Go on, take you shirt off!

Shave your head!
Shave your head!
Shave your head!
Shave your head!


Naked -- Full Empty Session Demo

A hole digs itself easy in the sand.
The next you know, you look up and you're a man.
The sun clamoring over itself to get where its going to,
and the days have sprouted wings, and they're diving down on you.

You're naked.

You stop, rest your feet, reflect a little while.
Mesmerized by what you've done, the best of us will smile.
But most we'll feel unconcealed, stripped of our disguise.
Remorse is the force and your crime's being wise.

You're naked.
Naked.
Naked.
Naked.

Naked.
Naked.
Naked.
Naked.

I wanna be guilty of a sin,
guilty by choice, swearing at the crime of being born.
Here comes thirty; I'm still an angry girlie.
Time is shaking its finger at me and saying, "not the man you ought be."

A hole dug itself easy in the sand.
The next thing I knew, I looked up and I'm a man.
The sun clamoring over itself, blindly, carelessly.
And my days have sprouted wings, and they're diving down on me.

I'm naked.
Naked.
Naked.
Naked.

(Naked.)
(Naked.)
(Naked.)
(Naked.)


Tainted Love

Sometimes I feel I've got to run away.
I've got to get away from the pain.
You're driving too hard.
See, the love we share seems to go nowhere.
And I lost my life
for I toss and turn I can't sleep at night.

Once I ran to you.
Now I run from you.
This tainted love you're giving.
I give you all a boy can give you.
You take my tears and that's not living.

Oh, tainted love.
Tainted love.

Don't touch me, please,
I can not stand the way you tease.
I love you though you hurt me so.
I'm gonna pack my things and go.

Tainted love.
Tainted love.

Once I ran to you.
Now I run from you.
This tainted love you're giving.
I give you all a boy can give you.
You take my tears and that's not living.

Oh, tainted love.
Tainted love.

Don't touch me, please,
I can not stand the way you tease.
I love you though you hurt me so.
I'm gonna pack my things and go.

Tainted love.
Tainted love.
Tainted love.
Tainted love.
Tainted love.
Tainted love.


Take Your Time (Do It Right)

Let's do it.
Let's do it.
Let's do it.

Do it, baby. Take your time. Come on, baby.
Do it, baby. Take your time. Come on, baby.

You know you ought to slow down.
You've been working too hard, and that's a fact.
Sit back, relax a while.
Take the time to laugh and smile.
Lay your heavy load down
so we can funky kick back.
It seems we never have the time to do
all the things we want to, yeah.

Baby, we can do it. Take your time to it right.
We can do it, baby, do it tonight.
Baby, we can do it. Take your time to it right.
We can do it, baby, do it tonight.

Love I feel for you, you feel for me.
One life is all we have to live.
Our love is all we have to give, yeah.
There are so many things for us to do and see.
Let's take the time to be alone.
Lock the door pull out the phone, yeah.

Baby, we can do it. Take your time to it right.
We can do it, baby, do it tonight.
Baby, we can do it. Take your time to it right.
We can do it, baby, do it tonight.
Baby, we can do it. Take your time to it right.
We can do it, baby, do it tonight.
Baby, we can do it. Take your time to it right.
We can do it, baby, do it tonight.

Take your time.
Take your time, yeah.

Baby, we can do it. Take your time to it right.
We can do it, baby, do it tonight.
Baby, we can do it. Take your time to it right.
We can do it, baby, do it tonight.
Baby, we can do it. Take your time to it right.
We can do it, baby, do it tonight.
Baby, we can do it. Take your time to it right.
We can do it, baby, do it tonight.

Let's do it.


Wafflehead

(This song is extremely hard to understand at times. This is the best I can get out of it. Help wanted.)

Head, wafflehead. Head, wafflehead.

Compartments and sundry things for rent.
Nothing nasty, nothing weird.
We can't have any weirdness here.

Head, wafflehead.
Head, wafflehead.

Pull the handle 'round the ring it makes a pattern.
Nothing curved, nothing deviant.
We can't have any deviants here.

If that's your truth spread it on white bread.
If that's your vision let me close my eyes
and pretend you're not dead.
If that's your vision spread it on white bread.

Head, head, wafflehead.
Head, head, wafflehead.

Good Bible bread
blah blah blah blah
No more fiction. Santa Claus is dead.
Apostles and reindeer can fly.


Eaves Dropping on Armageddon

["And, uh, I took a four-hour nap today,
and that's why I'm so late stayin' up,
because I didn't feel like goin' to sleep,
and my psychiatrist tells me to take my medicine when I'm sleepy.
So, uh... anyway I, I'm not even sleepy, but I'm bi-polar,
and sometimes bi-polar people don't get alot of sleep."]

Flound'ring like a fish out of water,
like an idea brought before the corporation,
the fat old men who thrill to your self-abasement,
figment of television's imagination.

Eavesdropping on Armageddon, so it seems.
Not sure.

Prim the starry-eyed Stepford daughter,
tender young nothing driving around in her credit car,
and the barn jacket bolder, the future bright and blazing.
They'll have a litter and shop beyond the bullets' grazing.

Pop the top on humanity you might not like the taste.
It won't be chased. I think it's laced, yeah.

(Wonder Twin powers, deactivate!)

Like having my usual mid-afternoon crisis.
Channeling the cartoon powers of mighty Isis.

Eavesdropping on Armageddon, so it seems.
Eavesdropping on my Armageddon Day, my dreams.

Eavesdropping on Armageddon, so it seems.
Should I care or clue?
It comforts me to know you're listening, too.

["Paxil in the morning, Klonopin in the mornin',
uh, two Klonopin at night, [pause for breath] Benadryl 100 mg at night...
uh, Moxitaine 100 mg at night, Imidrine 15 mg for side effects, [pause for breath]
Benadryl 50 mg for... sleepin' side effects. I take alot."]


I Know These Hills

My momma still lives down 40 Sweetwater way.
I often drive down to see her like you and I used to. Seems like yesterday.
And I know these hills, but only from the road,
though we did stop there once and do it on the trunk of my car.

I know these hills, but only from the road.
I know these hills 'bout like I know you.
(Ha,ha. That ain't much.)

There's people goin' nowhere in the middle of everything.
Others goin' crazy in the middle of nowhere, swingin' on that old porch swing.
Me, I know my head, but only from my shrink,
and I pay her well to tell me I ain't crazy at least once a week
(and, hell, I ain't even got no insurance).

I know my head, but only from my shrink. (oh, yeah, yeah)
I know my head 'bout like I know you
(At least I think I do.)

I never did wash that old car off. I sold it to a couple of Yankee boys
come down here from Michigan to go to UT, got on dope, and went back home.

Yeah, yeah-ee-yeah

I wrote this song after I called you up back in May.
You said I work all the time. It's different; I don't get out much anymore to play.
And then I know my friends but only from the telephone.
You said everything's changed and on and on.
(One thing ain't, you still know how to piss and moan.)

I know my friends, but only from the phone. (You said)
I know my friends 'bout like I know you.
Yeah, yeah

I know these hills, but only from the road (yea, yeah).
I know hills 'bout like I know you.
(and after our little conversation on the phone, I think it's enough).

(Hey, John, if we're goin' to that damn gun show you gotta come on!)


The Infidelity Song

(one, two, three, four)

See me through this moon,
through this phase I'm in lately. You
should prepare yourself for worse.
If I was more of a man, I'd have warned you.
Strains of Emma Bovary.
The closer things are, then the farther away, it seems.
I should have told you when we met
that I'm no stranger, but more of a friend to our regret.

All the gifts I have to give are the wrong ones,
and my weaknesses, you know they've always been my strong ones.

Trust me, you'll learn the worst
is always better later in the afterwards.
In the telling, we dramatize.
We leave so much out; we're cowards; we love our lies.

All the gifts we have to give are the wrong ones,
and my weaknesses, you know they've always been our strong ones.
All the gifts you have to give are the wrong ones,
and our weaknesses, you know they've always been our strong ones.

You were better in the winter.
You were almost a human then.
Then you got cold and then you splintered.
But sometimes I love someone else,
the heart of someone else.

No, really, we are too kind.
Like me, you're a pervert. You love to watch it all unwind.

All the gifts I have to give are the wrong ones,
and your weaknesses, you know they've always been my strong ones.

You were better in the winter.
You were almost a human then.
Things go cold and then they splinter.
But sometimes I love someone else,
the heart of someone else,
the heart of someone else.


Promises

(one, two, one, two, three, four)

Baby, you caught me on the sly
I'm tired of being the nice guy
All of your problems, I try to solve them
But I'm coming back to who I am

I am running out, running out of promises (promises), promises (promises)
I'm running out, running out of promises (promises), promises (promises)

See the smile that's soon gonna crack
Going fast and I'm not coming back
Now the monster in me will attack

My better side is running out
My every interest headed south
Where it's warm, wet
So shut up, shut up, and open your mouth

I'm running out, running out of promises (promises), promises (promises)
I'm running out, running out of promises (promises), promises (promises)

See the smile that's soon gonna crack
Going fast and I'm not coming back
Now the monster in me will attack
Yeah

And so remember what I said
Goodness is like givin' head
Sooner or later you're gonna choke on it, Sweetbread

I'm running out, running out of promises (promises), promises (promises)
Running out, running out of promises (promises), promises (promises)

See the smile that's soon gonna crack
Going fast and I'm not coming back
Now the monster in me will attack

So remember all that I said
Goodness is just like givin' head
Sooner/later we all choke on it


Turnaround

Turn around, turn around
How I want to let you
Hear the voice, make your choice
For the one who forgets you now and again
But not you turning me down

Burning now, burning down
The whole world exploding
And win the raid, this charade
There's no one worth knowing

Yeah, like I said, Dumbhead
These are the worst of times
(These are the worst of times)
But they're the best years of our lives
So turn around and see me there
Beyond the disco ball and descending stairs
Meet me once again

Turn around, turn around
How I thought that you might
Find me out, find me now
In the blue TV light
Easily lost don't mean easily found

Yeah, like I said, Dumbhead
These are the worst of times
(These are the worst of times)
But they're the best years of our lives
So turn around and see me there
Beyond the disco ball and descending stairs
Meet me till the end, yeah

Turn around (turn around), turn around (turn around), turn around (turn around)
Turn around, turn around

Turn around


I'm pretty certain all of these songs are
copyright by the artists who wrote them
and the companies who published them.

Most notable are these credits:
Music by The JudyBats
Lyrics by Jeff Heiskell
Copyright ReachAround Music, BMI /
Warner Tamerlane Music, BMI

Not to be forgotten is Gary Numan for "Cars."
Or Soft Cell for "Tainted Love."
Or SOS Band for "Take Your Time (Do It Right)"

Lyrics reprinted without permission.
I hope no one minds.
Please use for private research and study only.
Any other use is on your head.

I'd like to give huge thanks and No-Prizes
to Michael Dombrow, for going through the
hassles of getting HYH printed and suffering
the slings and arrows of many a listmember,
and Paul Noe, for supplying the outtake material
and helping me figure out some of the lyrics.

I would also like to extend personal thanks
to everyone who helped me with the lyrics.
Sadly, I no longer have the account where
I archived the mail, so I can't list you by name.
One person I do remember as especially helpful
is Moira Stone. For this and other reasons
I am grateful to her.


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