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Feather In Your Cap

It's All In Your Mind

Feather In Your Cap

subUrbia, Sissyneck

Feelings

Golden Feelings

Flavor

Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - Orange

Flavor

Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - Experimental Remixes

Forcefield

One Foot In The Grave

Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods

One Foot In The Grave

The Fucked Up Blues

Golden Feelings

Fuckin With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock)

Mellow Gold

Fume

Loser

Feather In Your Cap

bust a move with what you can

dead phone machine piled on the table

dissapointment is a feather in your cap

you want the truth

not when it's unplanned

there's no map

that could tell you where you are

you're in between things

that only go half-way

you want the best

you want contests

where everybody loses on purpose by mistake

Feather In Your Cap version 2

Make a move with what you can

dead waters rise higher than your mind

disapointment is a feather in your cap

you want the truth so you can crush it in your hand

theres no map that can tell you where you are

your inbetween things that only go half-way

your tangled brain, tired old refrain

you'll singin' it in your tired old asylum

you want the best

you won the contest

my eyes are filled with prizes you been showin'

disapointment is a cut off your sleeve

place your bets at the door before you leave..

Feelings

she is gettin flaky

doesn't wanna take me

she's a special lady

gonna shake and bake me-----

feelings, i have so many feelings

and i know that i'm dealing

i'm dealing with all these feelings

feelings--oh, feelings

lord, i have so many feelings

and i know that i'm dealing

i'm dealing with all these feelings

i'm feeling all of these feelings

lord, i know that i'm healing

i'm trying to feel all of my feelings

feelings that make me feel

that there's something more to be real

lord, i'm dealing with these feelings

feelings feelings feelings

oh no no, all of these feelings

when everything is turning

turning into my feelings

and i know that something is feeling

all of my feelings

Flavor

Feel so good about a piece of trash

the birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass,

the worms are hungry, looking for my guitar,

white lightnin' and old fruit jar

i get juiced from africa to spain

ghetto blastin' down the lane,

the pigs flush trains and the sycamore shades

dig my grave with a silver spade,

makin' a list, takin requests

ripping the blues out of the your vest

stricnine

hit it with a club, stripmine

you felt the plugs

when you dig up the path, the (?)

beat your fists through the static and noise

cause i got the blues, and i can't be satisfied..

get the blues, gonna catch that train and ride..

{scream}

yeah

Jon Spencer: you got it!

is that good?

Jon Spencer: you got it!!

alright, sh-, lemme- you want me to do one more?

Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!

you want me to do one more?

Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!

you got the flavor

Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!

you got the flavor!

Flavor

Got the Flavor

Feel so good about a piece of trash, the birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass

White lightning and an ol' fruit cup

(?)(?)box rock where you are

Dig my grave with a silver spade

juiced up, from africa to spain

ghetto blastin to the drivin' lane

insane in the mundane

pass the bucket, drink your wheels,

spinnin it back

black shit

cause i got the flavor

yeah i got the flavor

cause i got the flavor

yeah i got the flavor

Gah what the fuck? got the flavor.. OH!

damn!

Out in the moonlight takin' requests,

rippin' the blues out of your vests

stripmine the built to flood

stricnine with head down with a thud

cause i got the blues and i can't be satisfied..

yeah i got the blues, we're gonna catch that train and ride

Flavor..

Got the taste..

Got the taste...

Yeah got the taste..

got the taste

got a bucket?

Oh got the flavor in my gut

oh yeah shake your guts

Cause i got the taste

GOT THE TASTE, FLAVOR!

cause i got-!

Forcefield

stand outside with a suitcase

(there's a forcefield round my neck)

walk around all the while

(and it stands just where I sat)

look at the people driving backwards

(and the stance I took on that)

no particular style

(leaves that forcefield round my back)

don't let it get near you

don't let it get too close

don't let it turn you into

(and the stance I took on that)

the things you hate the most

(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

roll out your silver-dollar coffins

pull out your buckskin gloves

tell them anything you want to

the sound comes from above

don't let it get near you

don't let it get too close

don't let it turn you into

(and the stance I took on that)

the things you hate the most

(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

don't let it get near you

don't let it get too close

don't let it turn you into

the things you hate the most

(there's a forcefield round my neck)

(and it stands just where I sat)

(and the stance I took on that)

(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

(there's a forcefield round my neck)

(and it stands just where I've set)

(and the stance I took on that)

(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods

Fourteen rivers

fourteen floods

send your body to the heavens above.

Don't get drunk

don't get dry

just bring your money next Saturday night.

Forty miles on a cattle trail

with a happy mule

and nothing on my mind

all my life I've been talking fast

taking all the things

that I should have let pass.

Throw my hat on a coffee mill

put another brick

in the fire place.

Well I don't know about you or me

but some got loose

back on down.

The Fucked Up Blues

i got the fucked up blues

lord what can you do

about the fuckin fucked up blues

well the beans have been bakin

upon the camel's hump

like a voodoo curse in an old lady's purse

confetti on my grave

i got the fucked up blues

lord what can you do

about the fuckin fucked up blues [repeat]

i woke up on the futon and my boots were on fire...

Fuckin With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock)

I ain't got no inclination

Give away my sweet sensation

Sleepin' in an old toolshed

Scumbag cryin' on his pillow

[Backing vocals:] Oooh...

When you wanna be with me then we will see

Who's fuckin' with my head

Hey hey hey hey

Fuckin' with my head

Hey hey hey hey

Found myself in New Orleans

With a scarecrow in my jeans

Feed my forehead through the ceilin'

Drink my coffee with a hubcap

Yeah

[Backing vocals:] Oooh...

When you want to be with me then we will see

Who's fuckin' with my head

No no no no

Fuckin' with my head

Hey hey hey hey

Devil's got your [???] on his [???]

Oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got's cornbread

Well, you turn my body into a crutch

And now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch

Oh yeah

Oooh...

Float out on my checkout boot [?]

Runnin' wild on the bayou

Now I'm talkin' on a walkie-talkie

Credit card glued to my hand

Feels good

[Backing vocals:] Oooh...

When you wanna be with me then we will see

Who's fuckin' with my head

Hey hey hey hey

No no no no

Fuckin' with my head

Make me feel like an asshole

I ain't got no soul

No no no no

Fume

My friend picked me up about quarter past 5,

we stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive,

we had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up,

now we're breathing deeply, breathing deeply

and there's a fume, in this truck, and i don't know if we're dead, or what, the fuck