Jones Lyrics
Frankenbeans
Well Its Friday night and my day is done.
Time to put the costume on and start my weekend like all weekends should.
Well, I got cash, got plans, got friends in my van,
and got a steering wheel in my right hand.
And the ones we couldn't fit are on the hood.
Then I look for the map I brought
and all the car is sought without a find.
So we take our own you see--
with our tank near empty and a smile for the ride.
We're always late, and late will find an extensive ticket line,
but that's alright there's no set capacity.
Then I hear the drums start bumping and bass start thumping,
and I got the junkie in me now jumping.
Give me a dash of that three hown brass
and I'll wiggle wiggle away my evening.
The Groove Jumps and the players swing.
So hit the floor and move that thing.
The Groove Jumps and the players swing.
So bang bang bang got to move that thing. (Repeated)
High Tide
Stepping out. Blue sunshine. Can't seem to catch a break. Everybodies fishing.
Shallow water. No room to breathe.
Got to find a place to be cause I ain't up for digging.
Just keep on swimming. Oh the waters cold.
Just keep on swimming. The rising tide. (repeat)
Miles away. Heavy weather.
Cold water this time of year and El Nino's got me tripping.
Inner visions speak to me. What's it mean to be alive?
What have I been missing?
(Chorus)
I Wish I had Fabio's Pecks
I wish I had Fabio's pecks yeah, yeah, yeah.
I wish I had Fabio's pecks yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well I don't quite know how it happened.
All I know is now I'm stuck.
Stuck upon a rock in the mid atlantic (without a palm tree or a coconut).
When I awoke on the sandy shore--throughing up liquid like a drunk sophmore--
I saw something shiney before me. Gave it a rub and out popped a Genie named Ed.
Ed said, "Aloha! Welcome to Ed's Shangra Lai Where the sun is hot.
The rent is free and I'm giving you some wishes now totaling 3."
Well I said, "Ed that's awful nice.
Why don't you hook me up with new clothes and some Keystone Light."
Beer + Sand = women soon,
so I need something quickly that would make those women swoon.
(Chorus)
So there I was next to the sea thinking:
I'm the paragon of masculinity.
Waiting for the swedish bikini team to pull their rip chords and drop in on me.
T'was then my heart jumped through my throat,
for in wishing with my dodder I forgot a boat.
And now I'm stuck in my bid for sex. Left to stare peturbed (sp?)
at my pair of Fabio's pecks.
Road Trip
It's three AM in Albequerque and I'm on my way home.
Everyone has passed out leaving me to drive alone.
And since there's only silence here and I've got all night long,
I think I'll write a road trip song.
Radio on and a head light gone with my head cocked in the air.
Singing as though in a side show circle at the fair.
Making sure the backseat snoring won't be overheard over my fine tuned words.
And I sing,
Got the Doobie Brothers coming out one speaker.
Got a pound of road dust clinging to my head.
I like to moo at cows and honk at streakers.
And when I'm on the road I still keep passing by the Grateful Dead.
After seven cups of coffee and a shot of Tabasco,
I almost hit a billboard so I stopped at Conoco.
And as I did some jumping jacks a voice woke me inside.
It said, "Sing boy your alive!" SO I sing,
(Chorus)
Digits
A basement in suburbia holds lots of tattered things
Fishing hooks, and storybooks, and rusty paneling.
But the nails of Tim McGerkin are the most ragged yet.
For poor Timothy has memory lapses now and then
Chorus: He don't know, He don't know,
He don't know his girlfriends number (repeat x3)
He knows she sitting there with class not worried 'bout a thing,
But both inside are terrified that her phone won't ring.
There a 5, a 3, an 8 maybe--the rest is all so dim.
Oh the agony, please sing with me the Requiem of Tim.
(Chorus)
How Travis Got His Groove Back
Trav's got a groove inhibition he can't deny
Bloke got soaked in white folk, and there ain't soul to make him dry.
Brother's got a groove inhibition in his facade
Bad stance, can't dance, and he's convinced that Bach is god.
(Chorus) So I say, "Hey Mr. Keller with them stellar shoes.
Give up on them cigerettes and honky tonky blues.
And When the walls start shaking with your problematic vibe.
Don't you hold back don't you hold back don't you hold back.
Groove Inhibition done left you cold.
But light them bones with some J.B. tones and your thermostat won't hold.
Get off now groove inhibition. Trav thinks he's sick.
Caught an infection from the Funky One and that's it.
(Chorus) So I say, "Hey Mr. Keller with them stellar shoes.
Lay on Down that white boy sound with a pinch o' attitude.
When the walls start shaking with your get-up-daddy vibe.
Don't you hold back don't you hold back don't you hold back.
I've heard that coal can turn to diamond,
that swan duckling are black,
But those changes don't compare to when I saw Trav's groove get back.
When there's golden eggs dropping, you best hug your goose.
When real gifts come you gotta give a little Love to Hey-zoose.
(Chorus) So I say, "Hey Mr. Keller with them stellar shoes.
Lay on Down that white boy sound with a pinch o' attitude.
When the walls start shaking with your get-up-daddy vibe.
Don't you hold back don't you hold back don't you hold back.
Cause your groove inhibition can't leave you cold
When trumpet licks are melodic exposures of your soul
They ain't such a big surprise when you got the Man in you
Man, what have you got to do, got to do?
King's Clothes
Dideley dideley dideley .... dum -- Can't snap if you don't have thumbs.
Like lips with no tongue have nothing to say, and a Scarecrow's cloth if he don't got hay.
Or a marionette is a useless thing if someone like Jeppetto failed to put on strings.
You cannot groove, if you cannot move, so is the funky chicken when its spins removed.
A horse with no legs might as well be glue, and its the picture of me when I don't got you.
Naked.
Man on stage--looking at the audience for assuage.
Hoping that part has a part for a depart off stage
Yet I'm gaged like a rabbit in a cobra cage.
What do I do? what do I do? My options don't have bid Adieu,
And every mask I hide behind suddenly becomes see through.
At that point the point I fold complexed, the director in the back yells, "next"!
Flashers feel that touch of cold,
Like the posser in a centerfold,
All men stand in the end exposed
Merely covered by the emperor's clothes.
Average Joes and status quo line the streets of Old Jerusalem like Dominos.
Standing with a jest, and a stare, and a smile, and a hoot,
for the king in his birthday suit--Jiving.
What do you think he's thinking all the folks outside aren't blinking,
And his politics are sinking, well its like a time bomb ticking.
Tick-i-tee-tock-tock-tick-tick-i-tee-tock-tock
The Boy is a Maniac.
So Ha Ha Ha tell me what we are, just a couple suckers satisfied by sex and cars
Well treasure ain't pleasure, It's a little more than a Half-clad floozie and a two-door.
David in a Loin cloth, like chicken broth,
Just as see through but one don't hip hop.
(Somthing)
We're all naked before the Lord.
Pyro
"It is God's will that you be sanctified: that you should avoid sexual immorality;
that each of you should learn to control his own body in a way that is holy and honorable,
not in a passionate lust like the heathen who do not know God." -1 Thes. 4: 3-4
Hell's an advertiser pushing me a product full of steam
A couple hussies on a billboard
Soak enamored groans in kerosene
I smell something smoking but its not pelvic desire
I've lit my old man's body and the flames are lurching higher
O ... Burning on Fire, baby.
O ... Burning on Fire. (x2)
Crematorium don't open their doors to everyone
Got to bring a dead man baby
Leave 'em on the grill until he's done
Wisemen know testosterone is torrid when attire
I prefer the flame of God to cause me to perspire
O ... Burning on Fire, baby.
O ... Burning on Fire. (x4)
Weak Ago* Music and Lyrics by Pegtop
She comes in like a lion. She goes out like a lamb.
And either seem lethal when she seizes the easel
and easily seizes and paints what I am.
But I don't like my portrait. No this can't be real.
So, then how come she marches right in and disarms me
And feeds me the same poisonous meal.
Never again. I'm so sick of my sin. Never again,
That was a weak ago. I'm okay now.
I've rediscovered the lover of my soul.
Though I tripped and he ripped my hand from the plow,
That was a weak ago, I'm okay now.
He leads like a lion. He bleeds like a lamb.
The mixture is fatal like fate from the cradle,
To die and define what I am.
Then he paints my portrait and its me at my best.
He's whispering again of removing my sin from me
Far as the eat from the west.
I need to believe it. Can't even conceive it, but I need to believe it.
Please help me believe.
*Used with permission.
Hobo
Moon on the track
Riding a rail stretching to Texas
We awoke before night made its exit
And as the purple sky turned to wave goodbye
I said, Hey... oh....Where do we go now Freddy.
Hey... oh.... I feel like something's calling me. (Repeat)
Fred turned and laughed
Shaking his wings like wet retrievers
Looking out with smiles upon a frontier
And Lavender eyes
And Lavender eyes
JoJO the Wahle
"Forgive, and you will be forgiven." - Lk. 6:37
and I sing Stephen's song
full of tender but the flavour's gone
rub a bruise wrongly and the pain will pass
from a jab, to a scab, onto bitterness
when I sip the devil's brew, the devil's brew
"who's the one who vindicates?"
well I do.
and it's all about as huggable as christmas tree
when the sin's in him and the pains in me.
like ichabod starved for an apology
from menicious men and an amputee.
"who makes whole perforated souls
when the shotgun tone of the pernicious tools?"
another day? another swallow? another life?
kick the elegy through your tailpipe
and breathe. breathe.
let the worm of men recede.
"who stole your feet? who stole your feet, george?
don't need no feet to be walking when the walking ain't done anymore."
walk Jesus groove
don't exactly mean the path is smooth
"give that sucka what a sucka earns"
ain't a godly means when pride is spurned
his stab won't grab your ring
nor take His grace nor anything
that's real. real. let the fallen nature kneel.
pain is pain is platitude
when the jesusman takes a jesusmode
all ends are fallacious dreams
when they leave behind what the master schemes
and what the master schemes ain't nothing new
but the living him in the living you
so breathe. breath. let the son of god proceed.
Ecudaor
Ecuador--I don't want to live there anymore. (repeat incessantly)
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