1. |
O No Yoko Ono
02:48
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Down here Dakota House
Up there Dakota Sky
I’m going down
Uptown
Went to the Dakota House on my way uptown, I
Peered in the door to see what’s going down (why?)
The doorman said that I should get outta there
But then I saw them in the lobby (o dear)
O No, Yoko Ono
She said get outta the way son
O No, Yoko Ono
Oi, where’s the fucking bar John
I said you know John’s up there in the Dakota Sky
Imagine what he must be doing there (lie!)
She shrieked at me sonny shut your trap
John’s always right here with me (o crap)
O No, Yoko Ono
He’s bigger than Jesus, don’t tell me he isn’t
O No, Yoko Ono
He’s not there, for he has risen
Dammit John really stood there looking at me
I said ‘Ex-Beatle gone solo’s not something to be’
But that’s how Yoko Ono’s always got her thrills
She let me have it with her 9 inch heels
O No, Yoko Ono
My head bashed in at the Dakota House
O No, Yoko Ono
And John, he just stands there and cries
Stands there and cries
O No
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2. |
Sheep Song
03:41
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I’m a hardworking robot
A capital asset
Not drinking hard liquor
Also not taking acid
Effective and placid
A PC
I take everything as it
Comes up and that’s it
Never take five
I’m barely alive
I do my job well
I report to the board
I’m so fucking bored
I’m so fucking bored
O my robot report
O this meeting’s so import(ant)
I count cattle, I fall asleep
I must not, I must not
I’m no weirdo I’m no creep
I must not, I must not
Beep beep beep boop
Boop boop boop beep
I must not fuck sheep
I must not fuck sheep
I resent presentations
Require acquisitions
I tally tall tales
And count accounts
I stick up for stocks
But as the revenue drops
My clock signal stops
And my fuse blows out
I shit on balance sheets
No more robot things
But there’s still one rule
That I’ve got to keep
No boops and no beeps
But still I’m no creep
I must not
Simply must not
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3. |
Not So Bad
03:49
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Went out to the grocery (not so bad)
Smoked a pack of cigarettes (not so bad)
Got out of bed (not so bad)
Even fooled with the cats (not so bad)
You know, one has to have a certain bravery
to be able to do these things
Found out about a choir of anonymous melancholics in town and they sing like (not so bad)
They have a room full of memories of memories of memories of (not so bad)
There's a cupboard half full of half empty glasses of hemlock (not so bad)
The glasses are tuned to different pitches but together they sound (not so bad)
This line has been left intentionally blank (that's so rad)
I'm gonna build such an asylum for all my ugly knitted sweaters (not so bad)
I'm gonna try everything to make today not so sad (not so sad)
You know, one has to have a certain bravery
to be able to do these things
You're a true domestic hero, an empowering weirdo,
they should be grateful
Not so bad
That's really not so bad
The grocer’s a dick (that’s really not so)
The charges won’t stick (that's really not so)
Buses don’t run (that's really not so)
My savings are gone (that's really not so)
No power, no heat (that'a really not so)
This shit’s on repeat (that's really not so)
It’s breaking my heart (that's really not so)
I’m falling apart, but that's really not so bad
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4. |
Block Universe
03:43
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Been looking for a pretty block universe
To take me in for better or worse
Heat me up, cool me down
Tell me I’ll always be around
Space is empty, my hands are full
But I’ll never-ever not feel the pull
To get to the center and show you how
The past and the present are the future now
Whimsical yet unchanging
All but a blessing and a curse
Whenever I think of escaping
I’m trapped in the block universe
But the Past is not a bad place to be
if Future is a regular too;
She knows I’m always bigger than me,
Just as you’re always bigger than you!
It’s square, it’s fine
It’s always been around
It’s cold, and old
At least I have been told
No ends, or bends
It only just pretends
to be something other
than a block universe
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5. |
Intermission
01:27
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It’s nothing dear, I promise it’s nothing
Don’t try your best, it’s meaningless
Trying hard just goes right down the drain
Nothing works, nothing helps
Work hard with our nothing selves
Nothing takes the edge off of my brain
I wish there would be something to explain
Nothing I say is profound
Do not fall apart dear, turn around
Turn around to find the last resort
‘cos nothing happens for no reason
Sow the weather, reap the season
The more there is the more I can distort
Nothing goes the way you went before
I thought there would be nothing there
But there is something everywhere
Nothing
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