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Guided By Voices - Delicious Pie and Thank You For Calling
 

Thanks to Judson Picco!!!!
 

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I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-know

I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-feel

When Iím alone I feel alone yeah all alone hey Iím alone

I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-know

I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-feel

Yeah, Iím alone, Iíve been alone, Iíll stay alone, I feel alone

Itís fine Iíll be alone

 

Back to Saturn X

 

Iím moving all around

Iím moving on the ground

Itís hard for me to tell

But maybe this is hell

Back to Saturn X

 

Youíre never too old for ethyl!

 

So many things to do

So many sights to see

A perfect place for you

But Iím not sure Ďbout me

Back to Saturn X

 

Youíre never too old for ethyl!

 

 

H-O-M-E

 

Bobby, hey Bobby, you know who this is?  Hey, BobbyÖ.Tryín see ya, wanna see ya, weíll see Q tooÖ.Are you there?Ö.Answer the phoneÖ.Answer the phoneÖ.Do it now, right nowÖ.Hey BobbyÖSummertimeÖ.

 

Baby girl, how can it be, got kicked out of school did she go see

Danced a bit, smashed a bottle, ??? but sheís not cominí home

Stay together, stay apart, cuz fatherhoods a thankless art

Taking pills and alcohol, you can hear fists bangin on the wall at the home

 

H-O-M-E

 

Youíre the Special

 

Try real hard to be special cuz youíre something and you try so hard to be special

You feel new cuz youíre new cuz thatís what happens when you think like you

Hide a straw ??? and know it cuz you knew it

Before she or he or me or you or them and us and them and you and knowin it

And showin it cuz yer blowin it very gradually, very sadually cuz we want it

And we grab it but its slipping away from it

 

Perhaps We Were Swinging

 

Through four of us, whoís the sign? Better left alone

Postals for everyone, hold your ground, tote that gun

Hankered down but free to choose, take a chance, win or lose

Organized chaos, itís a mess, we know where everything is

Weíre so lucky to be just bored, faces in the crowd, patients in the ward

Close your eyes, make it real, exercise the way you feel

Not in a million laughs, this is for you

Look between photographs, nothing is true

Google meetings of the minds, many make us smile

Miracle cure for the pain, badges and flags to keep us sane

In the time it will take for the cradle not to break or fall

Perhaps we were swinging, itís true

Iím glad if itís something for youÖNot me

 

Mother & Son

 

This is something for a boy to speak

This is something for you to think about

Donít have to fret, donít have to work, donít have to think, donít have to

This is something for a child to like

This something for us all to wander through the boundaries

In your head

To think that you wonít be coming back alone

Thatís what you said

 

This is something for a man to dream

This is something for a girl to keep

Donít have to work, donít have to wait, donít have to touch, donít have to

Wander through the boundaries

In your head

To think that you wonít be coming back alone

Thatís what you said

 

Címon, thatís what you said, címonÖ..

 

7 Strokes to Heavenís Edge

 

Mother, mother, itís just not fair

We were so close to death

When the snakes were at your breast

We almost took a pledge

We were seven strokes from the cliffs of heavenís edge

 

Mighty pillars of shaky dirt

Conceived and planned in an office

We had the power to break the spell

We had the knowledge, we just couldnít tell, oh

 

Mother, mother itís just not fair

We were so close to death

When the snakes were at your breast

We almost took a pledge

We were seven strokes from the cliffs of heavenís edge

 

You want to know practical answers

Learn something old every day

Wish hard and hope that the dead walk the cave

Like fossil fuel in the wheelchair relays

 

Mother, mother itís just not fair

We were so close to death

When the snakes were at your breast

We almost took a pledge

We were seven strokes from the cliffs of heavenís edge

 

Fire Ďem Up, Abner

 

(This is a tough one thatíd be great if I could sing alongÖ.)

 

OK, everybody

 

If you can take that sign

And plant it in that yard

You can probably can overcome your fears

Community of leers

Another house on fire

And please present solutions to real peers

Fire Ďem up, now!

Because youíre working to be

Another ???? to me

And donít forget to catch the ???? in ice

Spread the happy face all over the place

And the bigger and the bigger and the bigger and the bigger

???? age is gonna leave the beer in ice

Fire Ďem up, now!

Fire Ďem up, itís Abner, letís echo now!

Fire Ďem up for rainy, tall, and proud

 

Harboring Exiles

 

And what it was, and what it was is what is true

And what I see and what it is is not for you

In all the world there is no finer place

As such the dream up here is falling

Iíll keep it close until the pattern breaks

And when it breaks the dream is over

The kind of thing that makes me sing

 

And here he gets quite apparent and not ????

The time to live and pull out stitches as we go

In all the world there is no finer place

As such the dream up here is falling

Iíll keep it close until the pattern breaks

And when it breaks the dream is over

The kind of thing that makes me sing

 

Still Worth Nothing

 

Senseless child, see you now

Still worth nothing

Never stop til it stops

Rise and shine, fall in line

Still worth nothing

That we know seems to show

 

See him walking around

Itís a known fact that the only thing he knows is this

Hear him talking so loud

Itís a rough world, let him find out for himself, heíll see

 

Speed up, slow down

Go all around in the end

 

Came to see, donít even leave

Still worth nothing

After all some must fall

 

See him walking around

Itís a known fact that the only thing he knows is this

Hear him talking so loud

Itís a rough world, let him find out for himself, heíll see

 

Speed up, slow down

Go all around in the end

 

Never

 

Not enough seasons in the sun

Not enough notches on one gun

Thinking of ways to bring you down

Plucking the jewels from the crown

 

Enter and exit as we please

Wink of an eye and we become free

Live with the promises we sold

Believe every story weíve been told

 

Such a shame, ??? and sad

Never too breathe, never have

 

Slave Your Beetle Brain

 

(all the vocals on this track are recorded backwards)

 

It Is Divine

 

Every scab is breaking up to bleed

Every leech is taking what it needs

All of the judgements gone without a trace

All of the cards are falling back in place

Youíll have what you want

Youíll go where you want to go

Youíll say what you mean

Try to hear the endless ?????????

Angels of the barrell collect our bones

Monstrous gossip creeping to the crew

Feed the nursery dear the bloodstained bib

And have what you want

And go where you need to go

And say what you feel

It is divine, my child and it only lasts a second

And it will hide yourself, so get inside yourself

And you can wrap yourself into a ball and roll yourself away

And youíll get wild, and youíll get wild

Drown your ???? tears and let it go

And though youíve waited years, itís sad to know

Confidence is often not instilled

Die to live your world creation skill

So take what you want

And go where you have to go

And say what you must

It is divine, my child and it only lasts a second

So get behind yourself, so get inside yourself

And you can wrap yourself into a ball and roll yourself away

And youíll get wild, and youíll get wild

And we sound so very self-assured but we donít know what to say

So letís get wild, yeah youíll get wild

 

They

 

Garden spirits, is there danger?

Memorial gemstones in the hot woods

In the hurled words splashing, spitting, crashing, shitting

Idiot pictures of black-eyed cruisers

Who test the chemical waters

The smoke with moon and artificial sun

And this is how we have fun

They, they, they, they, they

 

I Invented the Moonwalk (And The Pencil Sharpener)

 

When I offer them over is it best not to paint on a page of our shadow-life?

Come lonely

I invented the moonwalk, I discovered the saints

And that the saints are misgiven

Quite homely

 

Who knows when one of them will call?

We know without them we are small

Without them we go through withdrawl

And hear the talking through the wall

Without them weíre not brave at all

 

When we offer you over come lonely

 

Fly into Ashes

 

Fly into ashes, oh hoh

They will polish you bright blue wherever you go

Theyíre ashes of truth

Theyíll bring knowledge unto you wherever you know

 

Unofficial study guides will help you when youíre ready, boy!

Superficial lacerations, they wonít hurt you

Exert you into growing out

 

Fly into ashes, oh hoh

They will follow you onto wherever you flow

To ashes so slow that the knowledge you acquire will help you

Seedlings now are clawing gold, they need something reverent and bold

Holding out for the heavens to unfold

 

Unofficial study guides will help you when youíre ready, boy!

Superficial lacerations, they wonít hurt you

Exert you into growing out

Seedlings now are clawing gold, they need something reverent and bold

Holding out for the heavens to unfold

 

 

The Various Vaults of Convenience

 

A piston pumps its pulling shafts around me

In the various vaults of convenience

Where I cry, where I cry, where I cry

 

Should you happen to collapse down in brainville

Aloof with Faustian travellers and next-in-jails

Where I cry, where I cry, where I cry

 

Walk roads out to the blue sky

Sticks bow up and down these eyes

Leaving good men slaughtered on the fields

Breaking off stalks that bring no yield

Where I cry, where I cry

 

Trashed Aircraft

 

Trashed aircraft, baby

Sheís got a mouth too babe we got a mouth feast

Trashed aircraft, baby

Shouldíve got a mouth piece, yeah

Sheís coming down like a brick, shit be on my home

One of these days, get a cool girl, shaking my head and my brain now baby

Took my brain where everything grows, beautify breaking from my brain now baby

 

Trashed aircraft, baby

Sheís got a mouth too babe we got a mouth feast

Trashed aircraft, baby

Shouldíve got a mouth piece, yeah

One of these days, get a cool girl, shaking my head and my brain now baby

Took my brain where everything grows, little bombs breaking from my brain now baby

 

Last scarecrow last you forever even the way you went through the weather

Store it, ignore it, it will serve you in your time of need

Trashed aircraft!

 

Running Off with the Fun City Girls

 

Generous samples rising in me and in heaven

Doesnít pretend she even cares, things change and leaven

Sheís running off with the fun city girls

Sheís running off with the fun city girls

 

She threw away a treasure chest of nice tomorrows

And anyway itís such a thrill to loosen

Every tightened trinket, impossible to think what makes it go

 

Doesnít acknowledge ever knowing prescription savior

Shunning advice and clearly showing odd behavior

Sheís running off with the fun city girls

Sheís running off with the fun city girls

 

She threw away a treasure chest of nice tomorrows

And anyway itís such a thrill to loosen

Every tightened trinket, impossible to think what makes it home

 

Bulldog Skin

 

Alright this first songís called Bulldog Skin

 

Played the part, played to start, and made a table out of clay

Placed my hand upon the friends and waited for a cheap display

Played around and heard the sound of certain trouble on the way

Iíve got bulldog skin

 

I took a car, I drove it far, I dug the quality of steel

I crashed my nerve, I made it swerve, I made it back, was no big deal

I tasted blood, a date with scud, and now I donít know how to feel

Cuz Iíve got bulldog skin

 

Kickass part, with a lead

 

Iíve got bulldog skin

 

Portable Menís Society

 

Makes good sense to me, proud men wear it only

Brings good company, and how am I so lonely?

So run away the sun is outside of a world at play

Awaiting the solid gold display

 

Mysterious engines run to keep the dream from ending

Cloak obscures the gun to keep whatís worth defending

The best of days, the ones to remember, are crumbling now

And vandals come for rummage

 

The portable trends in anxiety, especially the ones that make you roam

A portable menís society, now I mention, now I mention these things

 

Lead, wild lead in this midsection

 

The ??? of days, the ones to remember, are crumbling now

And vandals come for rummageÖ

 

The portable trends in anxiety, especially the ones that make you roam

A portable menís society, now I mention, now I mention these things

 

Choking Tara

 

Hey, in the cheek, she rattled my mind

We sat out all night and got happy this time

She fills empty space, kinda need it that way

Crybaby says lie to me

Canít imagine that all out troubles will go away

But I could catch her and break the falls

I could scratch her with beaks and claws

Today when every fake-it decides to make it, they just canít take it away

Shove it cuz Iíll just stay, like an ugly unwanted stray, donít care what you say

 

 

Man Called Aerodynamics

 

Alright this next song is an apology to the crickets

 

Find deep within your memory coat a cricket that you ate from

Itís sweet, smiling apology, acceptance awaits you, donít be afraid to cherish it

Look it up in the bookmobile, look it up in the gun rack

And the magazine rack or the map, yeah, the map

For it is only after the fence comes down that the cultural bubble explodes

And the new party begins, invitation only, itís still in a senatorís suitcase

Let them out and dance for the ant god, like scary monsters who pounce upon command

Upon the man, the man called aerodynamics.


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