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- · ∙ -── T H E·-·W O R D S ─-- ∙ ·
- ·Rewritten·by·Black·Fox·
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- (1) - T O D E F Y T H E L A W S O F T R A D I T I O N -
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- What if christmas didn't come this year
- And no one paid for christmas cheer
- Who would cry the biggest tear
- The child or the store
- Why do brides wear virgin white
- Most do not deserve that right
- But to choose a color of their delight
- Would surely bring on the frowns
- To defy the laws of tradition
- Is a crusade only of the brave
- Suppose the taxman
- He comes to town
- And you don't lay your money down
- Yet Mr. Jones he killed
- Mr. Brown the other day
- Well I wonder, who's
- gonna go to hell
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- (2) - G R O U N D H O G ' S D A Y -
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- When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang
- I was hungerin' for some apple pie
- Stumble in the bathroom
- Hung my hog a little bit
- Washed the sleep out of my eye
- Oh yeah, it's gonna be a fine day
- Scratched myself a bit
- Poured me out a bowl-a cornchex
- Closest thing I could find to apple pie
- Lingerin' taste of toothpaste made the milk go down a bit funny
- But you know,
- Them chex they do satisfy
- Oh yeah, this'll be a fine day
- So, after my mornin' rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean
- Had my mind set to hit them streets
- Drizzle from the night left the cold puddles out
- Had my black stomp-boots on my feet
- It's my day
- Since I was in kneepants my pop had tried to make me realize
- If I set my mind down to it I could be a big man in the public eye
- So with my big blue collar on, I set out to find the easy way
- What an ice cold bath it was when I found you had to pay to play
- To taste the taste it's a tease that never would subside
- The taste is strong but soured by my learned eyes
- Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood, he'd get down on his knees to pray
- This little snappy boy might see the light this ground hog's day
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- (3) - T O O M A N Y P U P P I E S -
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- Too many puppies are being shot in the dark
- Too many puppies are trained not to bark
- At the sight of blood that must be spilled
- So that we may maintain our oil fields
- Too many puppies
- Too many puppies are taught to heal
- Too many puppies are trained to kill
- On the command of men wearing money belts
- That buy mistresses sleek animal pelts
- Too many puppies
- Too many puppies with guns in their hands
- Too many puppies in foreign lands
- Are dressed up sharp in suits of green
- And placed upon the war machine
- Too many puppies are just like me
- Too many puppies are afraid to see
- The visions of the past brought to life again
- Too many puppies, too many dead men
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- (4) - M R . K N O W I T A L L -
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- They call me Mr. Knowitall
- I will not compromise
- I will not be told what to do
- I shall not step aside
- They call me Mr. Knowitall
- I have no time to waste
- My mouth it spews pure intellect
- And I've such elegant taste
- They call me Mr. Knowitall
- I sup the aged wine
- Oh I could tell such wonderous tales
- If I should find the time
- I must be Mr. Knowitall
- For ideas they come in bounds
- I am Mr. Knowitall
- So spread the word around
- They call me Mr. Knowitall
- I am so elequent
- Perfection is my middle name
- And whatever rhymes with eloquent
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- (5) - F R I Z Z L E F R Y -
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- Hello all you boys and girls
- I'd like to take you to the inside world
- It's quite an irregular place to be
- But never fear you're safe with me
- Well, maybe
- Golden hair of macramé
- Against the face that's cut from stone
- The white porcelain is screaming ayee
- Thank god the boy is not alone
- I don't believe in santa claus
- I don't believe in spite
- I have no use for beauty dolls
- Especially on this night
- I don't believe in miracles
- I don't believe in lies
- I don't believe in holograms
- For I am the frizzle fry
- Andy's painting green again
- This time they might take him away
- When Barrington starts to breathe again
- It may just take us all away
- I don't believe in charity
- I don't believe in sin
- And if you don't believe in me
- We'll play this tune over again
- I don't believe in pinochile
- And I don't believe I'll try
- I do believe in captain crunch
- For I am the frizzle fry
- Yes I am the frizzle fry
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- (6) - J O H N T H E F I S H E R M A N -
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- When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school
- His mind would turn unto the waters
- Always the focus of adolescent ridicule
- He has no time for farmer's daughters
- Alienated from the clique society
- A lonely boy finds peace in fishing
- His mother says "John, this is not the way life's supposed to be"
- "Don't you see the life that you're missing?"
- And he says
- "When I grow up I want to be
- One of the harvesters of the sea
- I think before my days are done
- I want to be a fisherman"
- Now years gone by we find a man that rules the sea
- He sets out on a dark May morning
- To bring his catch back to this small community
- He doesn't see the danger dawning
- Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled
- The fog rolled in, it started raining
- "The starboard bow"
- "Oh my god we're going down!"
- They do not hear his frantic mayday
- And he says
- "When I grown up I want to be
- One of the harvesters of the sea
- I think before my days are done
- I want to be a fisherman
- I'll live and die a fisherman"
- Calling John the fisherman
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- (7) - Y O U C A N ' T K I L L M I C H A E L M A L L O Y -
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- (8) - T H E T O Y S G O W I N D I N G D O W N -
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- An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today
- The first time in his life he's made that step
- Be numbered by the society and plagued by insecurity
- He's entered a race that must be won
- One of the animals has left it's cage today
- In search of better things so it seems to be
- But in this land of polyurethane
- Things are apt to get a bit hot
- As the toys go winding down
- C.G. the mexican is a friend of mine
- We used to sit around the house watching Evil Dead
- Talking about the way it used to be
- We used to pull the stripers out of San Pablo bay
- Now the delta waters go down so, Cal
- and the stripers start to fade away
- It's pudding time
- It's pudding time!
- As the toys go winding down
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- (9) - P U D D I N G T I M E -
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- You can have a lolly pop a candy bar a jelly bean
- I'll buy you a rainbow to hang above your door
- It's pudding time
- Laughter is a sweet you can't put a price on
- When laughter's all gone daddy won't buy you more
- It's pudding time
- It's pudding time children
- Money money money
- To buy you things
- Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring
- Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
- Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
- All the kings horses and all the kings men
- Couldn't put humpty together again
- San Fransisco bay the striped bass are dying
- But you're gonna get that brand new bike
- Oh joy
- It's pudding time
- It's pudding time children
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- (10) - S A T H I N G T O N W I L L O B Y -
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- We are gathered here in these halls of old
- To honor a man they call Sathington Willoughby
- There's a joke or two, a pun or three
- I feel that must be told then I go on
- To speak of Sathington Willoughby
- Sathington Willoughby
- The legislator that penned us up a bill
- That banned the use
- Of certain things like this and that
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- (11) - S P E G E T T I W E S T E R N -
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- Why do we do this
- CG and I?
- Every night vegetables
- Minds numbed up by THC
- I've got my pen, CG the remote
- Laurel and Hardy's the best bet at four am on a friday
- No dreads about the working day after though
- Funny thing about weekends when you're unemployed
- They don't mean so much
- except you get to hang out with your working friends
- Well we got us a spaghetti western on 36
- I like spaghetti westerns
- I like the way the boots are all reverbed out
- Walking across the hard wood floors
- In fact, everything's got that big reverb sound
- Well what'll I do now?
- Go to sleep
- Pull the pud
- We need new pornos
- Well I guess I'm still writing...
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- (12) - H A R O L D O F T H E R O C K S -
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- It was a weekend's eve,
- I had sex on my breath
- I was lookin' for something to see
- With a borrowed black leather and my best fishin' hat
- Well it was just Wendy O. and me
- We called old swamp up on the telephone
- And said we was comin' on down to pick him up and then
- He said "Hey snappy, me and greeny'll come along,
- But only if we can bring a friend
- His name is Harold"
- I said "Okay"
- Now we had a Swamper, Greeny, Wendy O., Stanley, Harold of the Rocks and me
- We hopped into my dart
- And headed for the nightbreak
- To see a man they call Schooly D.
- Harold he's a friendly guy
- He rambles on and on
- He'll talk the balls off a rhinosaurus
- Fact is he just doesn't make much sense
- Well Stan said "This guy's pretty bizarre, Gus"
- Harold of the Rocks
- I saw Harold at a party Trouzy threw late one night
- I said "Hey man, do you remember me?"
- He said "O' course I do Snapdad and let me tell ya
- Right 'bout now I'm lit up like an ol' christmas tree"
- "Hey bro' you know I'd like to thank you once again for
- let'n me hang with ya' all across the bay
- When I look back at that night I get me a warm spot across my heart"
- Then he shook my hand, and walked away
- That's the last I ever seen of Harold
- Harold of the Rocks
- So in the end, Swamper and Greeny finally succumb to the ways of Harold
- And in doing so each gave just a little bit of his soul away.
- What a couple of dumbshits.
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- (13) - T O D E F Y -
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- - C R E D I T S -
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- Produced by Primus and Matt(Exxon) Winegar
- Engineered by Ron Rigler
- Second engineer Matt Murman
- Recorded at Different Fur, S.F., Christmas '89
- Mastered by John Golden, K-Disk, L.A.
- Sculpture by Lance "Link" Montoya, Airbrushed by Snap
- Cartooning by Snap
- Jacket design and photography by Paul Haggard
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- Tim Alexander(Herb) Drums
- Larry LaLonde Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
- Les Claypool Electric Bass, Electric Fiddle Bass, String Bass, Vocals
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- Fart Sandwich Posse: Trouz Cuevas, Mike Bordin, Clem Donahue, Deanne Franklin,
- Brian Mantia, Flapjax Libby, Smiley
- --"Calling John the Fisherman", Sathington Stomp
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- Todd Huth Second Acoustic Guitar on "Toys"
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- Sathington Willoughby Orchestra:
- Todd Acoustic Guitar
- Chunker Archtop Acoustic Guitar
- Exxon Toy Piano
- Herb Toy Organ
- Snap Banjo, String Bass
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- Stan Hearne "This guy's pretty bizarre, Gus"
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- All songs written and arranged by Primus
- Guitar Melodies on 1, 2, 3, 6, 9, 12, 13 by Todd Huth
- All Lyrics by Claypool, Published by Sturgeon, (BMI)
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- All lyrics by Claypool
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- Special thanx to Susan and Howard for letting us spill bong water into their
- console (The Exxon/Puffy Conspiracy)
- Good Luck and Good Health to Sadie-O
- And... A hearty "Hey, Hey, Hey..." to those who stood in the "hell line" at
- the omni to see us bastards
- "Later days, Willie Mays"
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- Management
- David Lefkowitz
- 3470 Nineteenth Street
- San Fransisco, California 94110
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- (C) and (P) 1990 Sturgeon, All rights reserved
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- - T R A C K L I S T -
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- (1) To defy the laws of tradition
- (2) Groud hog's day
- (3) Too many puppies
- (4) Mr. Knowitall
- (5) Frizzle Fry
- (6) John the fisherman
- (7) You can't kill Michael Malloy
- (8) The toys go winding down
- (9) Pudding time
- (10) Sathington Willoby
- (11) Spegetti western
- (12) Harold of the rocks
- (13) To Defy