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World of Worlds
05:12
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World of Worlds
In this world of worlds
In this saga of sound
In this poem of people
In this grumbling of ground
In this robbing of rivers
In this manner of muds
In this beacon of battles
Flashing of floods
In this fountain of feathers
In this heartache of hate
In this coffin of candy
In this fable of fate
In this teardrop of teachers
In this student of stone
In this cabin of chaos
Birthmark of bone
Why is it impossible
To fly away and lose my form?
To be invisible
Like a child who's never born?
But until I die
I am rooted in this earth
Like in a flower pot
Is a flower all I'm worth?
In this world of worlds
That's the world where I live
In this sea of song
That's the gift that I give
In this life of days
That's the life I'm breathing
In this world of worlds
I'm living as I'm leaving
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2. |
Skeleton
05:09
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Skeleton
I am a skeleton, and bones are my past
The skull and the teeth were the longest to last
Always forgotten, and time out of date
I rattle my bones to the tune of my fate
So if you meet me in the graveyard of your dreams
Or in the double-take of surreal scenes
No need to wonder if the marrow man is real
Under your face of flesh, it's my face you'll feel
But the contract has not been signed!
(It's hard to tell just who's divine...)
I am a skeleton
I'm a man of bone and the bone of man
I hold your heart
I am a skeleton
I'm the naked truth underneath your skin
And through your eyes I see
I am a skeleton, and dying is my birth
And this is why you will deny what I'm worth
'Till you accept, I've got no choice but to wait
And rattle my bones to the tune of my fate
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3. |
Death on the Line
03:21
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Death on the Line
I was alone
I had things to do
But I was easily swayed by the outside forces
It was the phone
And it was death on the line
He had a meal to make and I was one of his courses
He came over coffee
Got me wasted
Spat on my floor and he made me taste it
I said “Wait a minute"
I had things to do
"I had a list around here somewhere”
All my good intentions
Oh I should’ve known
The gist of his intentions
I should have said I wasn’t home
I was a jerk
I had money to make
But instead I’d have a party with a guy who wouldn’t let me
To make it worse
He ate all my food
Told me I was lazy and then he tried to bet me
He said “Don’t get me wrong
But I must insist
If we’re gonna have a party, gotta burn this list”
He punched a hole in my wall
Signed it with a skull
And told me “Have a little more fun!”
All my good intentions
Oh I should’ve known
The gist of his intentions
I should have said I wasn’t home
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4. |
Nude
05:30
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Nude
I was walking down the street
A funny man came up to me
He said “What’d you do with all your clothes?”
I said “God only knows”
I was feeling kinda of down
Hard times I thought I’d found
I’d even lost my little sugar
Big city, well it took her
And as the sound rose up above
Surely push would come to shove
I’d have to fight my way to freedom
If I was ever gonna see them
And I was nude
I was nude
I was nude
I was nude
I was nude
I was nude
Nothing trailing from behind
No future plans were on my mind
All the mattered was the present
Bloody get you if you let them
I was nude
I was nude
I was nude
I was nude
I was nude
I was nude
Didn’t worry ‘bout the money
Couldn’t bother with the car
All I needed was my body
And my favourite twelve-string guitar
And I was naked as a baby
Happy as the western sun
You might think to call me crazy
But I’m just having some simple fun
And I was walking down the street
Funny man was standing there
And in his hand he held a sign
Said the end was coming near
I said “Brother if you want to survive
Stay alive anymore
Remove all of them silly clothes
Just before your sanity goes"
And be nude
I was nude
I was nude
I was nude
I was nude
I was nude
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5. |
Home Made Festival
03:49
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Home Made Festival
Well it’s finally the weekend
All week you work your fingers to the bone
To keep you going off the deep end
You party like it’s going out of style and…
Don’t even think about tomorrow
But you’re thinking ‘bout tomorrow night
Another drink will drown your sorrow
On the floor, a private war
So much fun, so much fun
There ain’t no moral to the story
Cause you’re the one who wrote the book
As if morals were an issue
As if you didn’t choose the route you took
No point in crying and regretting
Greater evils have been seen before
So get ready, get set
Here we go!
Well there’s a party, you’re invited
Another home made festival
Oh but don’t get too excited
‘Cause I’m sure that you’ve been there before and…
Even though you seem delighted
Another homemade festival
Well here’s the bullet, just bite it
All the same, you know the game
It’s too much fun, too much fun
All you can do is grin and bear it
Still believe that you are having fun
It’s everywhere, you gotta share it
Too absurd, spread the word, a bad joke
It’s like the old roller coaster
When you’ve had one too many rides
And like the bread in the toaster
The table’s turned, the toast is burned
And so are you, so are you
Well the story’s getting gory
You can tell the way the faces looked
Everybody’s getting weary
You can tell the way the bodies shook
No point in crying and regretting
Greater evils have been seen before
So get ready, get set
Here we go!
Well there’s a party, you’re invited
Another homemade festival
Oh but don’t get too excited
‘Cause I’m sure that you’ve been there before and…
Even though you seem delighted
Another homemade festival
Well here’s the bullet, just bite it
All the same, you know the game
It’s too much…
All the same, you know the game
It’s too much…
Too much fun!
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6. |
IMU
05:05
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IMU
All that I have saved
I'll give it all away
That's okay, you gave
It to me anyway
So if I should fall
A piece of you will die
Writing's on the wall
We've got to testify
Maybe I could pave a road from me to you
That's how much I crave
To know just what you do
Why do we just crawl?
We both know how to fly
Hurdle's just too tall
Don't even want to try
I am you
You are me
We are them
They are us
Air we breathe is sick
And still we wonder why
Veil of lies is thick
We're making poison pie
Barefoot in the tar
Beneath the beaming sun
I will be as you are
We two will be as one
I am you
(We are the same, I am as you are)
You are me
(We two as one, you are as I am)
We are them
(We are the same, we are as they are)
They are us
(We all as one, they are as we are)
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7. |
Preying Mantis
04:16
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Preying Mantis
Mean jaw
Fine waist
State of the art seductress
Suddenly, this killing machine turns to you and begs
Smiles and says that she might just
Give you a kiss on the cheek
Make you less of a beast
Make you a lover, man and more
A lot of pleasure
A little death
The price you pay to score
You could avoid this
This praying mantis
Still have the bite marks from before
But in your state of manly conquest
Your head would always leave you
Making love and pinned against the floor
Feed him to the kids!
Preying mantis
Preying mantis
Like angry lovers
Like tempered blades
Preying mantis knows you loathe it
It has a tear for you but that can’t stop a grinding waist
Preying mantis knows you love it
Give it a kiss on the cheek
Call it a beautiful beast
Call it a dangerous thing and more
A lot of pleasure
A little death
The price you pace to score
What’s with the man dance?
Love ceremony?
You know it’s senseless anyway
‘Cause while you’re showing off your feathers
She’ll chew right through your leathers
Rather easily, then the mantis's gonna say…
Feed him to the kids!
Preying mantis
Preying mantis
Oh you’ve lost your easy rider privileges
Call it all in the name of love if want to
But you’re still food for the kids
Preying mantis
Watch out. Here she comes
Preying mantis
Oh, she’s got you now
You can’t resist
Some warrior you are
She’s your preying mantis
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8. |
Grab the Lion's Paw
04:33
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Grab the Lion’s Paw
We have come to do some plumbing
And other types of rearranging
We are all for new age healing
We find the rituals exciting
It’s so touching and it’s tragic
Pink flesh will always turn to blue
So when I see an epileptic
I’m an epileptic too
Yours, yours is made of straw
Mine, mine is made of gold
Grab, grab the lion’s paw
Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight!
We’re thinking maybe that it’s pointless
And what a waste of time it’s been
We’re waiting for his resurrection
Some kind of sexy revolution
Don’t you know it makes me nervous
Old dogs don’t teach the new improved
Monotones are much less jarring
Neutered men are what we use
Yours, yours is made of straw
Mine, mine is made of gold
Grab, grab the lions paw
Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight!
Grab the Lions Paw
Grab the Lions Paw
Grab the Lions Paw
Yours, yours is made of straw
Mine, mine is made of gold
Grab, grab the lions paw
Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight!
Grab the Lions Paw
Grab the Lions Paw
Grab the Lions Paw
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The voltaic Omnibol: Ascendent during the heady, early 90s PNW music scene, marinating in the music of Sound Garden, Fishbone and the Red Hot Chili Peppers, schooled by giants like Led Zeppelin, and Frank Zappa, Omnibol electrified with at times unabashed, triumphant anthems to awesomeness and others, ironic testaments poking fun at their own debauchery...but always bristling with raw energy. ... more
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