Album Notes

No Compulsion

Who made you God’s police?
Who put you in charge of me?
I don’t see your divine release
I only choose when my heart is free.

There is no compulsion in religion
Everyone makes their own decision
No one should be under suspicion
There is no compulsion in religion

Your god can’t be better than mine
God is God and you ain’t it
I don’t need your party line
But I’ll vote for you if you don’t shit.

There is no compulsion in religion
Everyone makes their own decision
No one should be under suspicion
There is no compulsion in religion

If you hurt other people there is no paradise
Anything else is a pack of lies
All you’ve really learned is divine treason
And the virgins are virgin for a reason.

If you want Jihad, I’ll tell you where to look
Inside your ego it’s an open book
You and God are in collision
Because you think God needs revision…

Translations of Koran:
Al Baqara 002.256
YUSUFALI: Let there be no compulsion in religion: Truth stands out clear from Error: whoever rejects evil and believes in Allah hath grasped the most trustworthy hand-hold, that never breaks. And Allah heareth and knoweth all things.
PICKTHAL: There is no compulsion in religion. The right direction is henceforth distinct from error. And he who rejecteth false deities and believeth in Allah hath grasped a firm handhold which will never break. Allah is Hearer, Knower.
SHAKIR: There is no compulsion in religion; truly the right way has become clearly distinct from error; therefore, whoever disbelieves in the Shaitan and believes in Allah he indeed has laid hold on the firmest handle, which shall not break off, and Allah is Hearing, Knowing.

Bulldozers
I was driving one day when I had to stop
I couldn’t believe my eyes
I’d heard about it from some of my friends
But I thought it all was lies

But there it was in front of me
Something I couldn’t deny
It was the very last piece of property
That old Mother Earth supply

There was a fence around it, some boards had fallen down
And I could see some actual weeds
I’d forgotten things used to grow like that
I mean when plants had seeds.

It’s funny now when I think about it
Now that everyone’s on the phone
What it would have been like in the past
When nothing was every cloned

Think about it, I know it’s hard
When all there is to see is concrete
That in that time not so long ago
There were living things on every street

They had to develop and grow rich quick
And build and build and build
I was only fine but the memory will stick
Of that last piece of wood that was milled.

It was on TV and when they showed its roods
My mother brought out a book
She showed me pictures of the forests of the Earth
And said, “Honey this is your last look.”

I had parked my car across from the lot
Closed my eyes to think
When I opened my eyes I wasn’t surprised
To see the boards replaced by chain link

They’d already started, the bulldozers were there
And the mayor was making a speech
That’s when I decided to make this time machine
And you would be the people I would reach

I’m a voice from the future, a long distance call
And you are the people of the past
I hope I’m getting through, can you see the view
Of this city of endless malls?

I trust you understand that I can’t show you more
If you could see what you’ve done you would scream
So let me instead let go of your head
And you can go back to your dream.

The Business Meeting

Gentlemen, this meeting will come to order.

You all know that our rivals outbid us last year
And what they plan to do is everything we fear
If it happens one more time we’ll have to sell our yachts
So I move we liquidate our assets and buy the bastards out.

Let’s buy them out
Yes, buy them out
Let’s buy those bastards out.

If that doesn’t work I have another plan
Dig up all the dirt to the very last man
We’ll buy up several hours on the major networks
And run a documentary on those jerks

Let’s buy up time
Yes, buy up time
Let’s buy those bastards out.

If that doesn’t work I have another scheme
That military contract isn’t just a dream
Our spies have brought us all the plans
All we have to do is sell it to Japan.

Let’s buy them out
Yes, buy them out
Let’s buy those bastards out.

We’ll build it in Mexico where labor’s cheap
Sell it on the black market and the price so steep
Our profit margin will be 1 thousand per cent
Gentlemen this problem’s really heaven sent.

Make it cheap
Sell it steep
Let’s make those bastards crawl.

Tom?
Yes Jack?
Tom, I think we should merge, then buy up all the stock. We’d be solid as a rock. There facts are here…I’ve added it all up
Jack, that’s one option, and it sounds very fine.
But our contact with the Mafia makes us draw the line
Tom, don’t do it, they’ll take us for a ride. Instead, let’s infiltrate and destroy them from inside.

Let’s buy them out
Yes, buy them out
Let’s buy those bastards out.

Our CIA connection’s always said to me
Since we helped them out in Turkey they’d loan us troops for free
Let’s start a revolution in our competition’s plant
And since it’s in Iraq, we’ll get that weapons grant.

Let’s buy a war
Let’s start a war
Let’s start a healthy war.

Frank

My name is Frank and I’m built like a tank
I’ll buy you a beer if you name my sport
I’m a football hero got my name in the paper
That shiny custom painted van in the lot and the blond is mine

I’m proud to be a man
An American man
I’m proud to be a man
An American man

I got CB in my van and a bar in the back
A flag on the side and a gun on a rack
It’s my bedroom on wheels I can pick up some chicks
Take ‘em to the country and have some kicks

I’m proud to be a man
An American man
I’m proud to be a man
An American man

My father told me not to be a wimp
And not one tear has ever left my eye
My old man would be proud of me
Cause I beat my wife and love my country

I get Penthouse every month can’t keep my eyes off those chicks
I get horny when I walk downtown
I want to lift up their skirts I want to pull down their panties
I want I want…Mommy!

I’m proud to be a man
An American man
I’m proud to be a man
An American man

My father told me not to be a wimp
And not one tear has ever left my eye
My old man would be proud of me
Cause I beat my wife and love my country

I’m rough and I’m tough don’t mess with me
Have a cigar, some bourbon or whiskey
I get what I want use my fist if I need to
Bust some heads, work my way to the top

Guru Land

I’m on my way to Guru Land
Where everything is perfect, nothing can go wrong
I’ll be so very happy in Guru Land

My guru’s very smart, he tells me what to do
And when he says to jump I jump
Everything is fine when I toe the line
Here in happy blissful Guru Land

All my friends, we don’t need to talk
We just stare into each other’s eyes
And when we speak, we write with chalk
And whisper cosmic lies.

Here in happy Guru Land
Here in happy Guru Land

My guru is the best, there’s no one quite like him
He is perfect, he is calm, he’s as blissful as can be
I want to be like him, I want to be in Guru Land

Everything is perfect, I am never sad
When I see a bomb I look away
I don’t see why the world doesn’t try
To change their evil ways and be like me.

All my friends, we don’t need to talk
We just stare into each other’s eyes
And when we speak, we write with chalk
And whisper cosmic lies.

Here in happy Guru Land
Here in happy Guru Land

It Ain’t Much I Ask

If you want to get along in this world
And money or fame’s your goal
I think we can work out a deal
Just gimme little bit of your soul

A bit of your soul
It Ain’t Much I Ask

It’s really not much I want
you could be the star if a show
it could be a diamond bracelet to flaunt
Or a government you want to overthrow

Now just for free
I’ll give you some advice,
You can take it or leave it it’s my sacrifice
Just a sample, I thought you might
Some have found it worthwhile
So grow it like a seed

You gotta cheat a little
And you gotta lie a lot
You gotta play those power games
Whether you like it or not

If you’re trying to climb out of hole
And you don’t know which way is up
I’ll take on the mentor’s role
Just take a sip from my cup

Now just for free
I’ll give you some advice,
You can take it or leave it it’s my sacrifice
Just a sample, I thought you might
Some have found it worthwhile
So grow it like a seed

If you want to get along in this world
And money or fame’s your goal
I think we can work out a deal
Just gimme little bit of your soul

A bit of your soul
It Ain’t Much I Ask

Long Distance Lover

I want a Long Distance Lover
No roller coast rides for me
I want a Long Distance Lover
Tropical trees by the sea

I want no bumpy rides
I want it safe and sound
Cause if I don’t go up
I know I won’t come down

I want a Long Distance Lover
I don’t want you here with me
I want a Long Distance Lover
It’s a shame you live in proximity

Call me when you’ve moved away
Somewhere in New Mexico
I’ll fax a letter everyday
And once a year we’ll say hello

Call me I’ll you if you call me if I call you if you call me I’ll call you when you call me....

I want a Long Distance Lover
That would be my first choice
I want a Long Distance Lover
Someone with an intimate voice

I’d run up the bill on my phone
You could send me souvenirs
I could still be alone
That way there wouldn’t be so many tears

I want a Long Distance Lover
No roller coast rides for me
I want a Long Distance Lover
Tropical trees by the sea

I want a Long Distance Lover
No roller coast rides for me
I want a Long Distance Lover
Tropical trees by the sea

No Time

I’ve got no time I’m a very important person
I’ve got to run my appointment book is full.
Don’t bother me with questions, I haven’t got the time
Please write your suggestions or call tomorrow at nine

I’ve got no time I’m a very important person
It’s getting late I’ve really got to go
I don’t need to talk to you, I’ve no time for that
After all I’m famous and you’re not where it’s at

Please go away don’t bother me
I don’t want to be seen with you
It will hurt my fine image
And I’m afraid what you might do

I’ve got no time I’m 5 minutes late
I’m 10 minutes late
An hour late
A day late
A year late
10 years late
my life…

Labyrinth of Dreams

In this labyrinth of dreams
No one is appearing as they seem
Twenty- thousand doors and gates
Twenty- thousand separate fates
In this labyrinth of dreams
Big and little thoughts flow into streams

Sally takes her clothes off dives into the pool
Sunset at the time is looking mighty cool
Slasher with his eyes flaming all aglow
Dancing with his hands he makes a mighty fine show

Screamers and their scarves
Revolving in the air
Giving everyone a heart-thumping scare

A fire in the water everyone jumps out
Smoking with the best of them she lets out a shout
Lanker in his underwear throws a blue towel
The stink from the factory is pretty damn foul

Better cover your eyes
Better check on your size
Better not tell any lies

In this labyrinth of dreams
Underneath the surface are the schemes
Hallways curving, lengthening
Don’t forget your ball of string
In this labyrinth of dreams
Your opinions flow into streams

Bobby’s got a shop by the hardware store
When he needs a part he calls Marjory for more
All the favors that he’s done would qualify a saint
But Bobby likes his foreign cars with a new coat of paint

Rev ‘em up, Bobby
Tune ‘em up, Bobby
Wind in your hair…

Doris’ worked for Bobby for 23 years
Seems she’s had a crush on him - her husband’s got fears
All that Bobby cares about is turning the gears
And knocking back some ice-cold microbrewery beers

Doris is a pretty good wife
Doris has a fantasy life
And the world and wheels keep on spinning…

In this labyrinth of dreams
What you see is not what it seems
Thirty- thousand doors and gates
Thirty- thousand separate fates
In this labyrinth of dreams
Right and wrong flow into streams

The DA from Miami says we’re legally bound
To bury the contaminants deep under state ground
Prison riots bother me shut down those clowns
I’m sorry, Mrs. Fuentes but your daughter’s not been found

Call out the National Guard
Let’s play the special interest card
Don’t let the press come down so hard

Lawyers rule the world: we’re the ones who make the laws
We get away with so much and stick you with a clause
Corruption’s not a problem when you’re already rotten
Who we represent we have already forgotten.

We legislate our own pay raise
Let’s pass some more vacation days
It’s all about the winning
And world keeps on Spinning

In this labyrinth of dreams
No one is appearing as them seem
Forty- thousand doors and gates
Forty- thousand separate fates
In this labyrinth of dreams
Big and little thoughts flow in streams

The Foreign Ambassador
(For Jill Borque’s mockumentary for the last straight man in San Francisco)

He’s one of a kind, a treasure for sure
Truly a find, a woman’s cure, he’s
Straight to the core, he’s the
Foreign Ambassador

He’s the cock of the walk
The talk of the town
The top of the mark
The shining crown.
Who could ask for more
He’s the Foreign Ambassador

Ladies Cry, Women sigh
Whenever he walks by
Clocks are ticking
Nothing’s sticking
Everyone wants a nice licking

He’s one of a kind, a treasure for sure
Truly a find, a woman’s cure, he’s
Straight to the core, he’s the
Foreign Ambassador


Cats
I was there. I saw it.


Apocalypses Are Fun

I want to join an apocalyptic cult
Why? Because I am an adult
And I’m very, very smart
Got an eye and ear for art
I am educated to a fault.

The end of time is coming to an end
I think I see it round the bend
The heavens open up
The angels come down
The earth cracks open and
Demons poke around

But don’t you worry, the time is getting near
The apocalypse is coming but don’t you fear
Because the end of the world is my goal
And when it comes I’ve got a special role

This is the laughing section:
Apocalypse now
Don’t have a cow
The end is coming it won’t be long
Apocalypse now
Don’t have a cow
I’ll prove I’m right and you’ll be wrong

I want to join an apocalyptic cult
Why? Because I am an adult
And I’m very, very clean
Don’t see why everybody else is mean
This madness must come to a halt.

I’ll take over when the dust has cleared
A clean new world, one that’s bioengineered
With bicycles and scooters everything will be so neat
Living in the future will be a jolly good treat.


Voices In My Head

Can you hear the voices in my head?
Some are silky and others are red.

I think one says I should take my life
The other one just might be my wife

Why do they pick on me?
Why won’t they let me be?

Can you hear them calling me?
It’s never quiet, it’s buzzing like a bee

One is whispering I should rub my face
Another one says I should say grace.

Why do they pick on me?
Why won’t they let me be?

Latakia talking rooster fly watch maker bugger three
Pancake model number theory pop the jumper lady free
Mumble granny cracking toga tiger forklift winter speaker
Smoking cobra sandwich hater take my hand don’t make a creaker

Too many spatulas
Spank her in the hidden spas

I can hear them calling you
You know you can, you hear them too

Don’t pretend, they’re quite attractive
And intelligent, perhaps pro-active

Why do they pick on me?
Why won’t they let me be?


Merv Is a Were-Kangaroo (Merv’s Song)
By Victor Spiegel

Merv is a were-kangaroo
Now the foot is on the other shoe
There’s nothing that he can’t do
Now that Merv’s a were-kangaroo

Instructions in genetic code
Tell the tissues to unfold
Life expanding brash and bold
A new species to love and hold

If you want to make a new creation
You need a gene mutation
Merv is taking on a new life
But he’s got a nasty problem with his wife

Merv, Merv, don’t go bad
Don’t get angry, don’t be mad
We know the situation is bizarre
But look inside to know who you are

I’m a cranky son of a bitch
I don’t care if you’re poor or rich
I’m the only were-kangaroo
What she did to me I’m gonna to do you


Marjorie (1975)

Thank ya Lord, Thank ya Lord, Thank ya Lord,
Thank ya for the clothes I wear
Thank ya for the food I eat
Thank ya for the air I breathe
Thank ya Lord, Thank ya Lord, Thank ya Lord,
Thanks for everything

I went to bed drunk last night
I woke up and I felt all right
My friends all claim I killed my wife
But all I remember is I held the knife

Marjorie my honey
Marjorie my honey
Don’t you believe everything you hear

The judge told me I would have to pay
30 years of my life away
I asked the judge if he killed his wife
Would he put himself away for life

Marjorie my honey
Marjorie my honey
Don’t you believe everything you hear

I been sittin’ in this cell for 11 years
And good behavior hasn’t reached my ears
Marjorie comes to me at night
And tells it’s going to be all right

Marjorie my honey
Marjorie my honey
I believe you when you’re here

Got up today
Want to cry
But it doesn’t matter if I live or die
‘Cause Marjorie’s been by my side

Marjorie my honey
Marjorie my honey
I believe you when you’re here

Thank ya Lord, Thank ya Lord, Thank ya Lord,
Thank ya for the clothes I wear
Thank ya for the food I eat
Thank ya for the air I breathe
Thank ya Lord, Thank ya Lord, Thank ya Lord,
Thanks for everything

Shadow’s Song

Wouldn’t you like to come with me
Down the slippery stairway
Underneath tower and see

You won’t find any beer or wine
And it isn’t Big Sur
But it is my home and it’s mine.

I know what you’ll say
And I say it’s passé
You’ve got to learn to think for yourself
Now listen to me
I’m gonna count to three
Then we’ll jump and you’ll see what I mean.

Isn‘t this lovely falling down
Down the slipper stairway
Deep into the shadows round and round
Isn’t this just the time of year
To take a leave of absence
Travel and let destiny steer.

I wouldn’t scream so loud
Or act too proud
This isn’t the most friendly crowd
Now don’t squirm or swear
It’s not that I care
But your presence here is quite rare.

Wouldn’t you like to come with me
Down the slippery stairway
Underneath tower on a journey.


I am special

I am special
I’ve got special needs
I’ve got special problems
And even special feeds

Wherever I go I stand out well
I suffer with the best of them as you can tell
The special clothes I wear and the
Special things I bear
Make me feel special in my very special chair

I am special
I’ve got special needs
I’ve got special problems
And even special tweeds

Wherever I go makes it a special place
Everyone can sympathize with my problems and my grace
Having special issues doesn’t come free
So don’t you ever try to be more special than me!

I’ve got so many problems, you should know about them all
My journals are so full that I’ve started on this wall
I think I’ll build a pyramid to my special pain
And then rest my head inside with my special brain.

I am special
I’ve got special needs
I’ve got special problems
I’m a special breed.