In Transition (the main cuts)
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American Idyll
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Progress and Livers
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fishfin
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180
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Anna
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Trippin'
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Iron Lung Blues
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about
a collection of tunes culled (and I DO mean "culled") from the previous few years
credits
released 30 May 2008
all material written and performed by SMorton
all material written and performed by SMorton
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May 2008 -
May 2008
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- Track Name: Smells Like Pork (tastes like chicken)
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Smells like pork,
Tastes like chicken.
Smells like pork,
Careful what you're lickin'.
Never once, but all at once,
The implements know what you're thinkin'.
Apprehensively they wait-
As if aware of all the stinkin'.
Grumble softly to yourself
As you treat the item badly.
No one comes to render aid
So you whale upon it madly.
Smells like pork,
Tastes like chicken.
Smells like pork-
Your brain starts clickin'.
Never done, but overdone,
Experience can be so maddening.
But with all the different colours
It can also be quite fattening.
So, buckle up, and knuckle down
There's no time to be a chowder.
Pick your brain up off the shelf,
Or else kindly take a powder.
Smells like pork,
Tastes like chicken.
Where's my fork?
The better for the stickin'.
I have a metal plate...
I'm having trouble with that plate...
And, it is not pleasant.
Something is happening!
Who would believe?
Who would believe!?!
Find it in the supermarket
Put it on the table, gotta
Get it on the thaw before it
Chases after Mable. Never
Noticed where it came from, never
Cared to know it's past. And if I
Come across its kind again I'll
Kick it in the ass- hey hey!
You can't blame God for existance, If you're agnostic. - Track Name: Progress and Livers
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Ladies and Gentlemen-
Those of us who began our lab labours,
at the operator's key, 50 years ago;
Have been permitted to see, and assist,
In the whole modern, industrial developement of electricity.
About twenty-five years ago,
a man from Boston,
who was a furniture dealer,
Had a very bad case of Liver Complaint.
So, he went to Californy
and rigged out a team,
and started down the San Joaquin Valley
With the idea of testing
All the mineral springs
That were in that valley,
So that it might relieve him
of the terrible pains he had
from his Liver Complaint.
Well, he traveled down the
Valley floor all summer
and he had no relief.
But, towards the end of the valley
He came to a spring-
And it...
Managed to relieve him of his pain.
Well, he was a very wealthy man,
So he started a sanitarium.
And that ... all over the world,
and- by and by,
There were people came
From all parts of the world
And stayed (at the) sanitarium
And their Liver Complaints was cured.
And they're relieved of their pain.
Well, about twenty years after it-
The man died,
And at the coroner's inquest
They had to take his liver out,
And kill it with a club! - Track Name: 180
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Hidden - Hidden motives
Hidden meanings - Hidden plans
Undercurrents - Under the alibis
Under the touch of a trembling hand
It's not what you say-
It's how you say it.
It's just another senseless
Game we're playin'.
Hollow - Hollow sentiment
Hollow memories - Hollow eyes
Between the incidents - Between the sighs
Between the elements - Between the lies
You never know which
Way the wind may blow
In other days the
Feelings did not show
And then the light of day
Gives meaning to the words we say.
With every breath, we fall.
Beyond the pale, beyond the wall.
And every chance we take
Just validates the choice we make.
Despite our deepest fears
We grow in the emerging years-
from out of darkness. - Track Name: Trippin'
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One who goes out through this door,
and enters it again,
will never be the man as the one that went out.
We assure ourselves that our destination will be heaven.
I have a feeling this is what "Alice Paradise" must be like.
Green and blue patterns are pouring
all over me like a deck of cards.
To say they are beautiful
is a word too shallow to use.
All over the ceiling are
geometric patterns of light.
It IS a spiritual experience.
I'm having the most perfect hallucination.
For many years medical science has
proven that the brain is electrochemical.
The two simple chemicals of the human body-
potassium and sodium-
generate about a tenth of a volt of electricity,
which gives the brain it's normal functioning power.
Man has found that these electric
impulses enter the sound department
of the brain- giving hearing,
and they enter the sight department
of the brain- giving sight.
But, if man disrupts the normal function
of the brain, either electrically
or chemically,
the electric impulse which normally
would enter the sight department
of the brain, they may be diverted to the
hearing or the sound department,
causing weird and unusual noises.
By the same token, the electric impulses
on the auditary(sic) nerves which normally would
reach the hearing department of the brain,
These may be diverted chemically into
the sight department and cause
flashing lights of the most amazing nature...
Please help me, I've taken LSD..... - Track Name: Iron Lung Blues
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I bought myself an iron lung, I found it at the Army surplus store.
It's eight feet long and shiny and it took five guys to get it through the door.
I turn it on 'round midnight 'Cause it makes a noise the neighbours can't ignore.
I got it for a C-note When the owner of the surplus store kicked off.
It came upon him quickly As he ate his rancid dogfood stroganoff.
I polish it on weekends As I wait for a protracted smoker's cough....
I start to thinkin' as I raise my glass of booze:
I'd like to try it once, before puttin' on my dyin' shoes
I climb inside, and as I take it for a ride I know-
I'll never shake these Iron Lung Blues... - Track Name: Smells Like Pork (extended version)
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Smells like pork,
Tastes like chicken.
Smells like pork,
Careful what you're lickin'.
Never once, but all at once,
The implements know what you're thinkin'.
Apprehensively they wait-
As if aware of all the stinkin'.
Grumble softly to yourself
As you treat the item badly.
No one comes to render aid
So you whale upon it madly.
Smells like pork,
Tastes like chicken.
Smells like pork-
Your brain starts clickin'.
Never done, but overdone,
Experience can be so maddening.
But with all the different colours
It can also be quite fattening.
So, buckle up, and knuckle down
There's no time to be a chowder.
Pick your brain up off the shelf,
Or else kindly take a powder.
Smells like pork,
Tastes like chicken.
Where's my fork?
The better for the stickin'.
I have a metal plate...
I'm having trouble with that plate...
And, it is not pleasant.
Something is happening!
Who would believe?
Who would believe!?!
Find it in the supermarket
Put it on the table, gotta
Get it on the thaw before it
Chases after Mable. Never
Noticed where it came from, never
Cared to know it's past. And if I
Come across its kind again I'll
Kick it in the ****-hey hey!
