Desert Sessions Lyrics Brought to you by the fade.org Desert Sessions vol. 3 Set Co-ordinates for the White Dwarf Nova Feels so good to have it Can’t stop that broken faucet Now and again, spill to the floor I’m up to my neck and I’m swimmin to you Step in the nude, I’m singin the blues If I can’t sing my blues Can I drink my booze I have paid my dues You can hide like fools, oh yeah Feels so good to have it Feels so good to have it There’s no more we can do Hey, it is true Now I am through If I can’t sing my blues Can I drink my booze I have paid my dues You can hide like fools, oh yeah Feels so good to have it Feels so good to have it At the Helm of Hell's Ships spoken: Cat’s eyes Circle the globe on protruding white stock Dancers with green trays, baskets Snakes slither and probe A bridge of dog size A bench, a chair She’s so fine that naked lady of mine Slight turn in repose The lings out on the moan The churbs so small A chorus of fogs step on into streets Of forest greens, lanes We all walk in the straight line Nice and tight We all walk in a straight line Nice and tight spoken: Elvis bleeds from the eyes Madonnas light up the skies Kneel before the potato And kiss the forehand of Siva Sunset and Vine Walk in the straight line With my knee on My knee on Walk in the straight line Nice and tight spoken: Jesus t-shirts Airport chieftains Blow-dried smiles Nothing is sacred No one is safe Whispers of secrets walk Through these streets where my lady lies Sacredness Walkin with my knee on Knee on Walkin the straight line Nice and Tight spoken: Human chases at their Jesse Helms Guiding the gnomes and Their clone children, the king’s dominion Here, kitty, kitty Here, kitty, kitty With my knee on Avon I see you go Through a park in a haze I don’t listen For traffic going the same way A simple system I string em up I cut em down Dare I say A perfect vision Some simple ways to let you know Free range humans all cooped up Naked clone is playing lame I string em up I cut em down Dare I say Sugar Rush spoken: If he senses hostility towards me He’ll rip you apart Listen, I’m King. Huh? King. I don’t care what these computers say I know this man-- *computer nosie* Listen, I’m King. Huh? King. I don’t care what these computers say I know this man, and he just-- *computer noise* Listen, I’m King. Huh? King. I don’t care what these computers say I know this man, and he just-- *computer noise* Desert Sessions vol. 4 Hard Walls and Little Trips The Gosso King of Crater Lake spoken: I am the gosso king Oh, oh, this is a great comfort I am the gosso king I am the gosso king Oh, oh, this is a great comfort I am the gosso king The drug wore off Monsters in the Parasol The walls are closing in again, oh well The walls are closing in again, oh well I seen some things I thought I never saw Covered in hair (hair) Paul’s dad is warped and bubbling, oh well Paul’s dad is warped and bubbling, oh well And my mind is up here on another wave Covered in hair (hair) She won’t grow You’ve got a monster (distress) in your parasol (why, yes) You’ve got a monster (divorce) in your parasol (of course) You’ve got a monster (displeasure) in your parasol (my treasure) You’ve got a monster (your pain) in your parasol (drives me insane) Paul’s sister is an alien, oh well Paul’s sister is an alien, oh well I seen some things I thought I never saw Covered in hair (hair) She won’t grow You’ve got a monster (distress) in your parasol (why, yes) You’ve got a monster (divorce) in your parasol (of course) You’ve got a monster (displeasure) in your parasol (my treasure) You’ve got a hole (your pain) in you I never saw (drives me insane) In your parasol, in your parasol (insane) (drives me insane) spoken: I'll cut your pretty face Jr. High Love spoken: Old school, new school, shit, I didn’t go to school! There’s a party in your mouth And yeah, I wanna come Lift your skirt up Spread your legs and unload my gun I unload my gun Cause we were young In jr. high love, we were young In jr. high love, oh yeah Well then I think you over for showing up your cunt Fuck your ass, kick you out never doubt I kick you out Cause we were young In jr. high love, we were young In jr. high love, oh yeah Jr. High Love In jr. high love, yeah In jr. high love, go Cause we were young In jr. high love, we were young In jr. high love, oh yeah Eccentric Man My chest is a 36 My overcoat is full of poison My trousers end six inches from the ground Three inches from my shoes Tied up with a piece of string and Held together with free spoon glue Call me eccentric man I don’t believe I am Call me an eccentric man But I don’t believe I am My bed is a four-savin chamber Sheets and blankets on these paper pages The people think I’m crazy But I know I’m wiser than all the saviors Cause I have money, they think that I’m a fool to them when I do but I know it’s right Call me eccentric man I don’t believe I am Call me an eccentric man But I don’t believe I am If ever I want to I could have the comfort of my country home But until that time I’m quite content to have Walls made of bridge stones A carpet of moss, a ceiling of sky And a brown rat for a watch dog Call me eccentric man I don’t believe I am Call me an eccentric man But I don’t believe I am Hogleg spoken: Because of the mark on my forehead Made by the Good Witch of the North The wicked witch couldn’t harm me. This made her very angry. - Dorothy The North’s kiss? But listen to what I have done to your friend. Beware. - Wicked Witch I’m just a common man. - Wizard You’re more than that, you’re a humbug. - Tin Man How do you feel now? - Scarecrow Why do you seek me? - Wizard Where are you? - Dorothy all lyrics unofficial all interpretations © thefade.org 2000-2001 You Keep on Talkin spoken: The hours, days, and months of trial Which represent the change or modification In any one of the millions of components Of today’s search for the future May best be translated by the following Sound series That you need to know It’s cloggin up your mind Before we start playin Man, I thought you were college people here You must have some questions That’s why you goin to school You don’t know shit I beg your pardon, I couldn’t hear ya Get up and do anything It’s hip, the way you dance now-a-days You know, you used to have to get a lady Walk out on the floor and dance Shit, now you can just walk out there And be dancin That’s real hip But you could never get a lady Three, two, one, release One test One of many tests Each one has been a step Forward and upward Into the vast deep blue unknown main | songs and releases | the band | tour history | articles and gallery | qotsa online Thank You For Your Patronage