Naked Baby Photos
| 1.
Eddie Walker |
| 2.
Jackson Cannery [Original 7" Version] |
| 3.
Emaline |
| 4.
Alice Childress |
| 5.
Dick Holster |
| 6.
Tom & Mary |
| 7.
For Those of Ya'll Who Wear Fannie Packs |
| 8.
Bad Idea [Original Demo Version] |
| 9.
Underground |
| 10.
The Ultimate Sacrifice |
| 11.
Satan Is My Master |
| 12.
Julianne |
| 13.
Song for the Dumped |
| 14.
Philosophy |
| 15.
Twin Falls |
| 16.
Boxing |
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Eddie Walker, This Is Your Life
Won't you smile, you look so shocked,
put the name-tag on your smock.
We've come to see ya,
Eddie Walker.
And we may pack a little tight,
the nurse up-front says it's alright.
And look there's more of us still getting off the bus.
We wish you'd come back home with us.
Eddie Walker this is your life.
This one's you when you were small,
and you learnt how to walk.
They pick you up and you keep falling down.
There you are with Aunt Louise,
you're bouncing on her knees.
Remember all those trees behind the garden?
They're gone.
They all got cut down when she died.
Eddie Walker this is your life.
You never had a son or a wife,
you sure had a hell of a time.
Eddie Walker this is your life.
You never had a son or a wife,
you sure had a hell of a time.
This one's you and Mary Jo.
Well she couldn't come, she's says hello.
No, Eddie Walker, she doesn't hate your guts.
It's just the whole thing shook her up.
How they picked you up and you kept falling down.
Eddie Walker this is your life.
You never had a son or a wife,
you sure had a hell of a time.
Eddie Walker this is your life.
You never had a son or a wife,
you never had a reason to cry.
This whole stack, and all of these,
for your semester overseas.
We're gonna leave ya,
Eddie Walker. |
Stop the bus
I wanna be lonely
When seconds pass slowly
And years go flying by
You gotta stop the bus
I'll get off here
Enough's enough
I'm leaving this factory
All she wants
Is food on the table
I won't be able
To bring it home
All she wants, come on,
All I need is free
I'm a factory
(chorus)
Did Mother Nature tell you
Boy you come and go as you please
That's what she said to me
Big brother got the keys
And I got Jackson Cannery
Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here,
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from earth
What's he worth
The same as you or me
In this factory
(chorus)
It's 4 in the morning
Mother don't know
That I'm going far away
She's whispering to the moon
I hope he don't join you soon
Baby boss
Climbs up on his soapbox
But Great Caesar's ghost
Knows what's best for me
He says stop the bus
(chorus) |
I wish it was last September.
So we could lose ourselves in crowds everyday.
'Cos Emaline, don't walk in time,
she's not the same that's all you can say.
That we've learnt our lesson, but I,
Don't wanna walk away from Emaline.
They're talking now.
Does she know what they're saying?
She's got the air, to float above it.
I'm sinking in the summer champagne.
She's dear to me, and so expensive.
Now I'm not talking 'bout money.
Money talks,
I hate to listen,
but lately it's been screaming in my ear.
When I've heard enough, I tell myself-
That we've learnt our lesson, but I,
Don't wanna walk away from Emaline.
It only took me one look to understand Emaline,
sometime I don't know what she's saying.
Sometimes I do,
Sometimes I don't,
know what she's saying.
But I know,
I know,
I know what she wants to believe.
It wish it was last September.
Don't let me walk away from Emaline.
For stupid reasons,
now I'm talking 'bout money.
Money talks,
I hate to listen,
But lately it's been screaming in my ear.
Yeah, what advice! Girls need attention.
Or are you diffrent than all mine?
For all it's worth, she's got attention.
But people accuse you black and white.
Now I've heard enough, I'll tell you what.
Really shouldn't sit here and whine,
I'll take you down to see my Emaline. |
Some summers in the evening after 6 or so
I walk on down the hill
And maybe buy a beer
I think about my friends
Sometimes I wish they lived out here
But they wouldn't dig this town
No they wouldn't dig this town
(chorus):
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Anymore, no not anymore
Alice, the world is full of ugly things
That you can't change
Pretend it's not that way
It's my idea of faith
You can blow it off
And say there's good in nearly everyone
Just give them all a chance
Now let's give them all a chance
(chorus)
No it didn't work out
No it didn't work out the way we thought it would
No it didn't work out
An arranged marriage is not so good
Thank God it's you
Y'know your timing is impeccable
I'm not fooling you
I don't know what to do
Some dude just knocked me cold
And left me on the sidewalk
Took everything I had
Everything I had
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
It's getting late where you are, Alice Childress
Anymore, no not anymore |
| Instrumental |
For the benefit of Tom and Mary,
before our guests arrive.
If they haven't found out already it's gonna blow their minds.
Will they find the strength to find the will to testify?
there's something we can't hide anymore.
Everybody here knows the story,
some have fabricated extra parts.
See the sisters shouting whispers,
feeding heartache to the sparks.
Put a damper on the party,
it'll lighten up this room.
And for the benefit of Tom and Mary,
they've got to see the truth today.
Miss Powersson says here they come.
And all the chatter and the smiles have come undone.
And you could here a pin drop on the carpet floor,
everyone's pretending not to hear them knocking at the door.
For the benefit of Tom and Mary,
before our guests arrive.
If they haven't found out already it's gonna blow their minds.
If they haven't found our already,
And all the seams all seem to show,
and for the benefit of Tom and Mary we gotta let,
the truth be known. |
oh god damn I saw it god damn fucking god damn
god damn (woa)
oh god damn oh god damn oh god damn (shit your ass cool)
oh god damn oh god damn oh god damn (shit your ass cool)
oh god damn oh god damn oh god damn (shit your ass cool)
play it on the radio
(shit yeah it's cool)
(shit yeah it's cool)
(shit yeah it's cool)
gimme a little time whats up ya'll yo I got this record here
going ask out can I have a shout out to my home boy
out there in L.A. whats up ORB let's go come on!
Yo this goes out to my home boy Dre going out to Chapel Hill
yea shouts at him AKA known as "Roadie Killa"
(New York City)
(New York City)
(New York City)
(New York City) Ya'll shouts out to my main manager man Al Walmark
known as AKA you buy the Mother Fucker
(See These C.D's)
(See These C.D's)
(See These C.D's)
(JAM) Bring in the bass ya'll
Yea man I thought that's how you felt about the Mother Fucker
Yea I thought that's how you felt
Yea Sledge Bring in the Bass Yea
For those of ya'll that wear fanny packs COME ON
For those of ya'll that wear fanny packs COME ON
For those of ya'll that wear fanny packs COME ON (and pony tails)
For those of ya'll that wear fanny packs COME ON (and pony tails)
Yea my boy Sledge on the bass in your face
My boy Ben on the piano coming in let him in let him in
Yea my boy ben Alright Yea
Hey D Hey D
Yo What's up
You Gonna Let Me in D
Whats up
You gonna Let Me in
Ah let that piano solo in
LET ME IN!
Been around the world
I seen tate rappin'
I don't mind shit and I don't mind rappin'
like a granna nicha hacha if you get my shit
Yo god damn that's some fucking SHIT!
Yea I said for those of ya'll fanny packs
This song's coming out it's coming at YA!
I want to borrow an allen wrench
I want to borrow some duct tape
I want to borrow a mic cable
Facing your face
Facing your face (uh)
Facing your face (uh)
Facing your face (uh)
UH! this is O.G. singing
Let's break it break it
break it break it down
We gonna break this shit on down
Gimme some bass ah that's pretty good
BRING THAT SHIT IN!
oh god damn
oh god damn
oh god damn
oh god damn (shit your ass cool)
shit yeah it's cool
shit yeah it's cool
shit yeah it's cool
(yea)
these mother fuckers
Play that solo man play that tasty tasty High-Hat
Ah bring that tasty High-Hat work it
Bring that shit in RIGHT NOW
a ha ha ha
a ha ha ha
a ha ha ha
a ha ha ha
Yo this sound goes out to my man at the point in Atlanta
What's up G gimme a mother fucking monitor (bernie)
I'm sorry I can't give you any more monitor than than that
it won't go ant higher than that
because the transistors the resistors
they won't go any higher
Alright take this mother fucker out with a mother fucking piano
solo
GOD DAMN UH!
Ha
Oh god damn
Alright turn that shit out
1 2 3 4
UH!
I hope you taped that
That's our next single
Oh they left they gave up
These guys are fucking idiots
that sucked |
Pull over the car
Pull over the car
I think I see a fly fisher
Pull over the car
Pull over the car
My dad wants to break up with your sister
You make me feel so retarded
You make me feel so...
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
You make me feel
Make me feel
Make me feel retarded
Can't leave it alone
Jerk off on the phone
I want you to come on over
Pretty Bad Idea
Pretty Bad Idea
Really Really Bad Idea
You make me feel so retarded
you make me feel so...
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
You make me feel
make me feel
make me feel retarded
When I stood you up
I thought that you'd give up
Now I realize your just like a dog
You make me feel so retarded
you make me feel so...Pull over the car
Pull over the car
I think I see a fly fisher
Pull over the car
Pull over the car
My dad wants to break up with your sister
You make me feel so retarded
You make me feel so...
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
You make me feel
Make me feel
Make me feel retarded
Can't leave it alone
Jerk off on the phone
I want you to come on over
Pretty Bad Idea
Pretty Bad Idea
Really Really Bad Idea
You make me feel so retarded
you make me feel so...
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
You make me feel
make me feel
make me feel retarded
When I stood you up
I thought that you'd give up
Now I realize your just like a dog
You make me feel so retarded
you make me feel so... |
I was never cool in school
I'm sure you don't remember me
And now it's been 10 years
I'm still wondering who to be
And I'd love to mix
In circles, cliques, and social coteries - that's me
Hand me my nose ring (Can we be happy?)
Show me the mosh pit (Can we be happy?)
We can be happy underground
Who's got the looks, who's got the brains
Who's got everything
I got this pain in my heart, that's all
Hey you with the long and lonely face
There's got to be something else
Let me tell ya something else
There was this girl who passed me by
She gave a smile but I was shy
I looked down, so down
Don't look there no no, go go underground
But now there's a place to go
It's the morning, it's the evening
It's everything
I click my heels and I'm there
Underground, underground
Everything's happy underground
You been kicked around
Did life bring you down here
Everything's heavy underground
We'll be decked in all black and
Slamming the pit fantastic
Officer Friendly's little boy's got a mohawk
He knows just where we're coming from
It's industrial, work it underground
Get down, get down, get down
Underground, underground
Everything's happy underground
You been kicked around
Did life bring you down here
Everything's heavy underground |
Now are you ready to rock
Now brace yourself
Brace your fat asses for some gut wrenching metal
It's time for the ultimate sacrifice
The final hour is approaching
The ultimate sacrifice
The ultimate sacrifice
Oh God
Here I sit broken hearted
Came to shit, but only farted
The ultimate sacrifice
Metal, heavy-metal
It's too late to crawl
It's too late, it's too late
No supper for you
The final hour approaching
The ultimate sacrifice |
Satan is my master
He has always been
He tells me what to do
He buys my Metallica records for me
And sometimes I think...
Satan is my master |
I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose
Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes
In the morning put my feet on the floor and thought
Being awake never felt like this before
And Julianne y'know she wouldn't approve
Spent all day on the phone 'cause I had nothing to do
Got rid of Axl by the afternoon
Being awake never felt so clear and blue
That's all I knew
Guess that I was innocent too
I'll sing a song and it won't be the blues
I don't miss Julianne
A friend she told me she felt sorry for me
She said the truth would come crashing down on me
That I'd be sorry but the truth of it is
That I feel guilty for not giving a shit
I got my bag of trash
I got my bag of trash
I drag it up and down, I drag it up and down the road
How could she miss a man
Who drags a bag of trash down the road
This week I feel like I been born again
I know that Julianne would have a fit
She'd find a reason for the things that I did
And gave me credit for the things that I've never been
That's all I knew
Guess that I was innocent too
I can try just as hard as I can
But I don't miss Julianne |
So you wanted
to take a break
Slow it down some and
have some space
Well fuck you too
Give me my money back
Give me my money back
you bitch
I want my money back
(And don't forget to give
me back my black T-Shirt)
I Wish I hadn't bought you dinner
Right before you dumped me
on your front porch
Give me my money back
Give me my money back
You bitch
I want my money back
and don't forget
And don't forget. |
Won't you look up at the skyline
At the mortar, block, and glass
And check out the reflections in my eyes
See they always used to be there
Even when this was all was grass
And I sang and danced about a high-rise
And you were laughing at my helmet hat
Laughing at my torch
Go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down
I see that there is evil
And I know that there is good
And the in-betweens I never understood
Would you look at me I'm crazy
But I get the job done
I'm crazy but I get the job done
So go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down
I pushed you cause I loved you guys
I didn't realize
That you weren't having fun
And I dragged you up the stairs
And I told you to fly
You were flapping your arms
Then you started to cry, you were too high
Now you take this all for granted
You take the mortar, block, and glass
And you forget the speech that moved the stone
And it's really not that you can't see
The forest from the trees
You just never been out in the woods alone
So you can laugh all you want to
But I've got my philosophy
And I love you you're my friend
But you got no philosophy
Now it's time for this song to end |
Christmas Twin Falls, ID is her oldest memory
She was only 2 it was the first time she felt blue
Cafeteria, Harrison Elementary
Beneath a parachute I saw her without shoes
7up, I touched her thumb & she knew it was me
Although she couldn't see unless of course she peeked
My mom's good she got me out of Twin Falls, ID
Before I got too old you know how that goes
That's where she still was the summer she turned 17
In 1983, 2 weeks after me
last I heard was she had twins or maybe it was 3
although I've never seen except for in my dreams |
Howard, the strangest thing
Has happened lately
When I take a good swing
And all my dreams
They pivot and slip
I drop my fists and they're back
Laughing Howard
My intention's become not to lose what I've won
Ambition has given way to desperation and I
Lost the fight from my eyes
(chorus):
Boxing's been good to me, Howard
Now I'm old, you're growing old
The whole time we knew
In a couple of years I'd be through
Has boxing been good to you?
Howard, I confess I'm scared and lonely and tired
They seem to think I'm made of clay
Another day, not cut out for this
I just want to say, I say
(chorus)
Well sometimes I punch myself as hard as I can
Yelling nobody cares hoping someone will tell me how
Wrong I am
(chorus)
Has boxing been good
Has boxing been good to you?
I don't think I need a rubber room,
But that might be nice
I'm not a manic depressive,
Paranoid or schizophrenic so I
Don't need your advice
'Cause I'm just crazy just like you
I am crazy just like you.
Barenaked Ladies |
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