BHlyrics

Hard To Compete

Triple J Radio Session

Hard To Compete

KCRW Radio Session

Heartland Feeling

Golden Feelings

He's a Mighty Good Leader

One Foot In The Grave

High 5 (Rock The Catskills)

Odelay

Hollow Log

One Foot In The Grave

Hotwax

Odelay

Hard To Compete

You said go

You said stay

Got so confused

I tried to do both

So I broke out in a sweat

Cashed my check

And I spent it to death

'Cause its hard to compete

It's hard to eat

When you're beating your fist on the ground

And it's rude

Did you ever even think about the impression you gave to the pigs

To the kids

With the hazardous waste in their wine

And their eyes

Their gasoline hairstyles

Workin' their magic for you

You said go

You said stay

You said try a combination

Didn't know where to start

I was lost

I was beige

I was over and under my age

Like a video

Like a chick

Like a dead man moving to quick

In my way

Had no plan

Dealin' out papers into the wastecan

Tryin' hard to stay awake

And the rest of the best was a big mistake

So let's drive

Right into the ground

Hold it down with the garbageman-clown

'Cause it's a deal

It's a noose

It's news

It's pennies

Hard To Compete

You said go

You said stay

Got so confused

I tried to do both

So I broke out in a sweat

Cashed my check

And I spent it to death

And it's hard to compete

And it's hard to eat

When you're beating your teeth on the ground

And it's rude

Did you ever even think about the impression

That you gave to the pigs

To the kids

With the hazardous waste in their wine

And their eyes

And their gasoline hormones

Accessories accessorising

You said go

You said stay

You said try a combination

But I din't even know where to start

I was lost

I was beige

I was over and under my age

Like a video

Like a chick

Like a dead man moving too quick

In my way

Had no plan

Passin' out flyers for some punk rock band

From San Diego

A freak show

It's purposely out of control

Soakin' it like a sponge

She's tidying up the grunge

The expectations were pulsing so pure

Over-rated bleakness

So hard, so easy to endure

'Cause it's plain and it's real

Back to the future

Make a new deal

With the distortion soundin' fake

And the rest of the best was a big mistake

So let's cruise

Let's freak

'Cause it's payday everyday of the week

(Go, baby, go, baby, go)

Heartland Feeling

INTERLUDE:

[I'm totally fucked up. I can barely speak. I'm totally fucked up. They gave me so many drugs. But, uh...I'm gonna be here...Alright, what we're talkin about here is...is kind of a...it's a heartland feeling...like, uh, Mellencamp, you know, kind of a Mellen feeling. Ok, what you gotta get together is a... some...a heartland folk singer. Uh, we're gonna need a real quick... Uh, John Cougar Mellencamp, Bruce Spingstein, Bob Seeger...that type of feel. A Mellen feeling. You know, real, uh, powerful, approving music, uh...of a heartland quality, uh, just powerful straight-forward music. And if you can't get just the right type of feeling, find someone who will pass and change them.]

old man johnson got his head in his hand

makin his way across state in a fiddlin band

with hair all down in his eyes

and the microphone all covered with flies

when he gets done playin, goes back to his room

climbs in the bed in his cowboy boots

and he picks up a magazine, turns on the tv

lights a cigar as he's fallin asleep

well he's only a person

who doesn't know shit

yea, nothin happenin

that's about it

yeeaaaahhh

well little Rosanna came from Texarkana

had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana

came into town not lookin for much

well she found a hound dog and she named him Dutch

she got a job at the arcade takin' quarters

but she was never too good at takin' orders

so one night she stopped givin out change

she kicked the boss in the shin and unplugged the games

she's only a person

who doesn't know shit

nothin' happenin

that's about it

ooo ooo,

yea yea yea

Sam got canned at the cannery

he punched out the clock that night

his knuckle was bleeding as he walked home

he was cold and he had a headache

well his wife was cookin canned beans

he took out all the money out of his jeans

and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink

as his wife handed him a drink

he was only a person

who didn't know shit

nothin happenin

that's about it

oh yeaw

ooo ooo ooo

Smiler was lookin' for handouts

sleepin' in an abandoned lighthouse

down at the mini-mall shakin his hat

washin' windows with his bare hand

he found a sports car

with the keys in the ignition

it just seemed so easy

he took a joyride, drove it into a hedge

came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head

well he's only a person

who doesn't know shit

nothin happenin

that's about it

ooo ooo yea

well Janie was born in a small town

everybody just standin around

they had bingo games and the raffle

everybody chewin tobacco

well she grew up kinda restless

all her boyfriends wanted to be dentists

well, she got a job at the truck stop

and she got old fast and never did what she wanted

she's only a person

who doesn't know shit

nothin happenin

that's about it

yea yea yea....oh yea, etc.

He's a Mighty Good Leader

He's a mighty good leader

he's a mighty good leader

all the way

all the way, lord

from up to heaven

he's a mighty good leader

all the way.

He led my mother

he led my mother

all the way

all the way, lord

from up to heaven

he led my mother

all the way.

He's a mighty good leader

he's a mighty good leader

all the way

all the way, lord

from up to heaven

he's a mighty good leader

all the way.

Hidden Song #1

Stuck out here in the sand, they shot my mule and burned my wagon

yeah...ran out of sourdough three days ago, ain't got no more lard,

God bless all you folks

Hidden Song #2

[talking in background]

[slowed down speech] [???] someone take 'em off me [?]

[some of the strange noise is probably slowed down speech that

has been distorted]

[???]

How can I play footsie?

[???] the footsie

[The following indented text is reversed and has lots of echo

plastered onto it, not to mention a double track of "ooohs" and

"aaahs" which we've left out for simplicity's sake]

Oh, molasses

Please bend over

And if you grasp this

Just bend over

In the clover

Ah...

[???]

[???] you and baby

Beneath the catfish tank

Oh, molasses

Please bend over

And if you grasp this

Just bend over

In the clover

Just bend over

Mmm...

Just bend over

Over...

Fly, little sparrow

Oh...

Oh, yeah

Muggafuckie mahn

Oh, my goodness

Muggafuggie

Ow, yeah

Come on, bring it on down, honey

Oh, yeah

You got it goin' on and on

You get it goin'

Someone's gettin' busy

All o' nobody's dirty business

Gimme some bass

Some got down [?]

High 5 (Rock The Catskills)

High 5, High 5!

[sample]: " C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5!

Aw, yeah, I like that shit."

When I rock it's like a high 5

Or a slap in the face I love the taste

All my days with my wheelchair ways

Watch me die in my suicide high

I don't mean it 'cause I only come on to you

When I step to the room with a powerful motion

Leopard skin let the records spin

'Round and round with the speed of sound

High 5! More dead than alive!

Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

High 5! More dead than alive!

Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

Rocky mountain low we gotta go

Put that gadget in the random mode

Cripple candy rocking the Tandy

Rhumba, brickshot, doing the foxtrot

In my car sweating like a dog

Beers and cheers, new frontiers

On my way from the 'Frisco Bay

Dixieland, soda-pop man

High 5! More dead than alive!

Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

High 5! More dead than alive!

Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

[spoken]:Yeah, put that machine in random mode

Talking about popping jugger(?)

Like...like the last century

[sample]: "Turn that shit off, man! What's wrong with you? Man, get the other record!...Damn!"

High 5! More dead than alive!

Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

High 5! More dead than alive!

Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

High 5! More dead than alive!

Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

High 5! More dead than alive!

Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

[sample]: "Ok, now. Do like designer jeans. Everybody, designer jeans! say,

say, say, say, say: Ooh, la la, sasoon! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Everybody! One more time, let

me hear you say: Ooh, la la, sasoon! Just do it everybody, c'mon! Now I want the

ladies. All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente! Sing it, girl. Let me hear you say: Sergio

Valente! Say: Jordache!"

Hollow Log

Go where you want to

do the things you feel

walk around with a broken leg and a hundred dollar bill.

Get yourself a pistol

get yourself a dog

stay up all night getting drunk sleeping on a hollow log.

Walk till your restless

sleep till your tired

wake up without thinking you're the one that I desire.

Hotwax

It takes a backwash medecine to backwash soul

Like a frying pan when the fire's gone

Driving my pig while the bear's taking pictures in the grass

And my radio's smashed

And I like pianos in the evening sun

Dragging my heals 'til my day is done

Saturday night in the Captain's clothes

Tin horns blowing with my jewelry fros

Yo soy un disco cabrado*

Yo tengo chicle en cerabo

I can't believe my way back when

My Cadillac pants going much to fast

Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack

Community service and I'm still the mack

Shocked my finger spicing my hand

I been spreading disease all across the land

Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen

Wishing I was living like a hit man

Face down in the guarantees

Jaundiced marshalls getting busy with ease

Because I get down I get down

I get down all the way

Yo soy un disco cabrado*

Yo tengo chicle en cerabo

Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders

Western Unions of the country westerns

Silver foxes looking for romance

In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants

And you got the hotwax residues

You never lose in your razor blade shoes

Stealing pesos out of my brain

Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes

Radar systems using the souls

You never get caught with the wax so rotten

All my days I got the grizzly words

Hijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birds

Yo soy un disco cabrado*

Yo tengo chicle en cerabo

who are you?

I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm

why did you come here?

I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe

*chorus translation: "I'm a broken record I have bubblegum in my brain"