Little Green Men
"We know ya' come a long way
We hope that your ship is O.K.
We hope you're gonna' stick around
Maybe to save the day.
Liw Liw, Liw Liw,
Liw Liw, Liw
You look - a real keen
Even though you are green
With those big, large heads
Something off of the movie screen.
Liw Liw, Liw Liw,
Liw Liw, Liw
(Chorus)
Little Green Men, they look so funny
Funny green men
I want one to have and to hold and to
Silly green men
Where do they come from?
Should we run away, should we start to pray
Or is it a movie that they're filim'?
Are the people on your planet
Usually in a frantic panic like they are here
Most of the time?
(Bla...I'm freakin' out...)
Wait a minute, you, it is true about
Einstein's theory and Darwin's too?
What about war, the soul, the mind
Love, Death, God, Divine?
Little, little, little, little, little, little, little
Ladies & gentlemen of the world, it is my utmost privilege to announc to
you that these Little Green Men actually do exist, for they are part of the
eternal past and venture from all regions of our galaxy to find homage in
our earth's center. Governments of the world have been very good at
concealing these little visitors and preparing the public with loving movies
and pleasent melodies. (Ya' see, like that one - did ya' hear that- yes.)
Controlled media as to cushion the arrival of our little friends. You see,
throughout history many people have claimed to see strange lights in the sky.
(OH NO.) Well, the truth of the matter is that these light, and beings, will
only reveal themselves to those who are pure of heart, for these enlightened
aliens leave permanent imprinted information on the psyche of those chosen
human only to be revealed to our deteriorating planet at the point in which
our civilization shall enter the new age of 'Light Without Heat.'
Little Green Men about four foot one
Maybe they want to have some fun.
Little Green Men about 4 foor two
Maybe he wants to mate with you
(OOH, AH, EEE, ETC...) (Simulated alien sex sequence)
Little Green Men about four foot three
Maybe they wanna' be set free.
We're hoping that the human race will become part of endless time. We love
you all and want you to know that in your heart and in your soul there is
peower bigger than the world.
Little Green Men about four foot
Maybe they wanna' kic some butt.
MO FO
UUUU, AAAA, EEEE, GRRR...
(Chorus) (Chorus)
E.T.I.O.U. E.T.I.O.U. E.T.I.O.U
Ba-v-ni-ni na-ni-new,
Ba-nu-ni-ni-na-ni-new Bda-da
Ba-nu-ni-ni-na-ni-new Bra-da-di-dat."
Viv Woman
Used to be called Hollywood Movie Studios and had lyrics. But at the time of
this recording, no singers were available, so it's a dance tune (I guess) and
is dedicated to Vivian Carley, a good friend of ours. And if you could put
yourself in the groove this tune lays out, you would know a bit of the way Viv is.
"Just go for it!!!"
Lovers Are Crazy
"He looks a lot like Blondie Bumstead
When he lies in bed
He cries a lot like Shirley Temple
When he's lost in his head
He sings a lot like Greta Garbo
When he's drunk instead
He died a lot like Marilyn Monroe
When he ate those reds.
He's giving it all to her
He asks for nothing back
He died for the love of her
And many people think that's sad.
(Chorus)
Lovers are crazy
e I'm tellin' you
Lovers are crazy
Say I'm your baby
e I'm beggin' you
Say I'm your baby
You can't say maybe
e or I'm leavin' you
You can't say maybe
Are we just crazy
e am I hurtin' you?
Are we just crazy
She looks a lot like John Belushi
When she needs a fix
She cries a lot like Ronald Regan
Whe she gets a zit
She sings a lot like Elvis Presley
When she gets the clap
She died a lot like Jimi Hendrix
And that's too bad.
She's tryin to love him back
But it doesn't seem to work
She's striving to make it last
But it's tearing up her heart and soul.
(Chorus)
Sometimes you
Feel like you're alone
Maybe you better feel again
Don't get so strung out
You're not even near the end.
They look a lot like Astaire and Rogers
When they dance a lot
They cry a lot like Tony and Maria
When they're out of luck
They sing a lot like Martin and Lewis
When they run amok
They died a lot like no one I know
When their love dried up.
No one can fantasize
What life without love's like
You can just pantomime
Someone else's silent night,
(Chorus)
Salamanders In The Sun
(Instrumental)
The Boy-Girl Song
"What am I gonna' do with that girl
What am I gonna do with that girl
What I am gonna do with the firl
You know she drives me wild.
That girl she's makin' me crazy
But ya' know dat I love her so
And dat girl she don't mean maybe
Even do' she might tell ya so and
Dat girl she gets so lazy
I gotta give her all my dough
But dat girl is my baby
And you know that I
Can't let her go."
(I think you can figure out the rest)
The Attitude Song
(Instrumental)
Call It Sleep
(Instrumental)
Junkie
I need some junk
To shoot in my veins
Would you give me some
To relieve the pain?
These city streets
Are drivin' me insane
I tried laundry detergent
But it's not the same.
I need some food
To stuff in my face
But the garbage man
he took the trash away.
These city streets
Are makin' me crazy
I tried to eat rocks
But they have no taste.
My face is a wreck
My brain's decayed
I need a fix 'n' I'll
Be O. K.
These city streets
Are makin' me crazy
I'm chewin' on glass but I
Don't even bleed
I don't even bleed
I don't even bleed
I don't even bleed.
I'll pray tonight
To the king of kings
Won't you pull me out
I'd rehabilitate those
City streets, you know I can't keep straight
Will I murder somebody? Well, ya'
Can't fool fate
Ya' can't fool fate
Ya' can't fool fate
No you can't fool fate.
I need some help, I
Need some help, I'm
Fallin' apart
Will I die in my sleep
Or will I live in the streets
In agony?
Bill's Private Parts
(Instrumental)
Next Step Earth
(Instrumental)
There's Something Dead In Here
When I was building this little 8-track studio in Sylmar where I recorded
this stuff, something crawled in the studio. Before my boa constrictor
could eat it, it managed to crawl in the wall and die and I never could
find it. So this song is a representation of what the place smelled like for
about 2 1/2 weeks.
So Happy
"Ya' know, Steve, I wish we could just always have fun, and never, never, ever
have to be sad. And just always smile and laugh, and sing, and play. And
just always just be having so, so, so, so much fun. And never cry, never be
sad, never have to frown, never have anybody mad at us. Just always having
fun, always laughing, and laughing loud, and getting other people to laugh,
too. And have so much fun and never, never, never be sad for any reason.
And if anyone would ever try to make us sad (or mad), we wouldn't be, because
we would just be too glad. And th' we would make everyone else glad because
our "Gladys" would be so big, everyone else would have to be glad, too. And
Steve, I never, ever wanna' cry, and I know you don't either. And I hope that
we will never, never have to cry. And if we just laugh a real lot, and laugh
loud 'n' hard and log, we will never, ever have to cry. And if anyone tries to
make us cry, we will make them laugh instead; we will make them glad, and we
will keep them from feeling bad, and we will never be sad. 'Cause it's so
fun to be happy, and I always wanna' be happy with you, Steve. I never want
it to be a cloudy day; I always want the sun to shine. And even if one day
the sun doesn't shine, we'll pretend the sun is shining. And we'll be so happy,
and we'll just laugh and laugh anyway. And pretty soon, all the dark clouds
will go away. Because we can't have those dark clouds, no! We will always
be happy, and ha~rving fun instead. And if it should ever start to rain
(little drops of rain), we will pretend it isn't raining. We will go inside
and pretend there's no rain, and sure enough, our gladness will make the rain
go away. ("They told me I was gonna get a balloon.") And Steve, you and I
are so happy; and, and, Steve, we will just take our happiness with us
everywhere. We would go into bad neighborhoods where very sad and very bad
people live. But we'd make them happy, and they wouldn't be sad, or bad,
anymore. And we would walk the streets of the worst places in the world,
and make everyone so happy, make everybody happy. Why, why, we could go to
New York, Steve, and make all the people in New York so happy. Why, we
could even go to Tokyo. Why, Steve, we could go to all the big cities, all
over the world, making people happy wherever we go. And make 'em laugh, and
make 'em sing. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do. Make them sing. So many little,
come on; everybody sing along with me now; just everybody go, do-do do dodo
do do, do-do-do; whatever you feel like singing; just go, do-do-do-do-do-do-
do-do do do do etc...."
Bledsoe Blvd
Wa-wa-de-di-de-ew
Bew-e-da-m-de-n-da-pwep
Poo, poo, pwep, bewp, be-de-dup
I, yai, tai, ta-ha-wei dew, dew, dew
Bundu-le-do-do-le-a, boop, boop, budu-le-a
Bu-du-dew dea wa da da, da dew
Bew-dew-dew-dew-dew, da de-de
Ba-da-de-de, dew do-wo-de-de-do
Bew-wa-do-de-la-de-le, lew, do, do, do, do, do, do, dent
Ba-ba-be-yewp-ba-bewp-ba-da.
(indistinguishable Mars lingo)
Thren keld wing nut;
Why not rheam?!
Burnin' Down The Mountain
Burnin' down the mountain,
They burn it to the ground;
Burnin' down the mountai,
Till nothing can be found.
Burnin' down the mountain,
Fire in the sky;
Burnin' down the mountain,
So new life can survive.
Burnin' down the mountain,
Full moon in the sky;
Burnin' down the mountain,
Nothing really dies.
etc....
(Make up your own)
Chronic Insomnia
This song is a representation of what I felt like after I was up for 3 days
writing music one night.
8 guitars palying a written melody, all evenly quantitized in the intercal of
a minor 2nd. That's right, octatones. It's also backwards. Rather thick, eh?
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