NOSTALGEBRA

Buttered Bagels

This is sitcom hour
For the thirtysomethings and divorcees
Inside a Christian cafeteria carnival bakeshop bakesale
Boyscouts, Girlscouts - all having fun
Alcoholic parents taking their Boyscout sons and Girlscout girls
To Carnival Christian Bakeshop Bakesale Cafeterialand
...buttered bagels
...powdered donuts

Morning Special

I wanna retreat to a sundrenched curtain retreat mansion
I sit at the table and you bring me breakfast, dripping sandwich
Creamery butter down your suntanned biscuit see-through fabric
We might not be there but when you're here with me, we still have it

Here at the breakfast table (Eating our breakfast under the table)
It doesn't matter where we are
You're so fucking special
You're my morning special
To think I just met you at the bar

Whipped butter cottage in an eggnog snowfall pancake pile
Watch out for the sausage, it is very mild
It's far too mild

Here at the breakfast table (Eating our breakfast under the table)
It doesn't matter where we are
You're so fucking special
You're my morning special
To think I just met you at the bar

You'd think that we do this every morn, but you're wrong
The Glendale Diner closes half past porn

31st Century Circus

How many men? How many months? How many mansions?
This stinking house could make a mouse smell like a million
That's why we're working on it but we're jerking around so fucking often
Because we have to love it and we have to love it, so we have to leave it
And now you find yourself slipping into a labor-induced coma
And you're waking up bent over on a futuristic corner
And the things around us look a bit plane-ish and a bit car-ish
Paper thin buildings flap like the leaves of a future forest

So now you find yourself stepping into a 31st century circus
And you're thinking "fuck" but I'm thinking "hey, ninja, I could work this"
It's with the help of angels that I slip so sexily into nothing
I breathe in deeply when so many other ninjas would be coughing
My twisted lines become a verse without a chorus
So many staggered at the time that they first completely saw us
Riding so bare-backed on the mighty horn of a stegasaurus
And keeping an eye out for a 31st century thesaurus

How many men? How many months? How many mansions?
This stinking house could make a mouse smell like a million
That's why we're working on it but we're jerking around so fucking often
Because we have to love it and we have to love it, so we have to leave it
So now you find yourself stepping into a 31st century circus
And you're thinking "fuck" but I'm thinking "hey, ninja, I could work this"
Riding so bare-backed on the mighty horn of a stegasaurus
And keeping an eye out for a 31st century thesaurus

NYC Rock 1972002

There she goes again, my 50s girlfirend
Leaning on the car and straddling the tailfin
And she drinks at 3 with the poolside guys
Stickball, slicked-back tanktop Italians
And I'm driving by on a Tuesday night
Blasting punk, the future of the stereo
And the punk rock beat is just putting me to sleep

C'mon
One more time, tell me what I'm supposed to do
New York guide, tell me what to listen to
What's a bio ninja supposed to do when it's 1972002?
One more time, tell me what I'm supposed to do
New York guide, tell me what to listen to
What's a circus ninja supposed to do when it's 1972002?
C'mon

There she goes again, late 80's girlfriend
Stone-washed jeans and Adam Curry hairdo
And my rock and roll is going out the door
With a skinny white tie and an Eddie Vedder vocal
And all the poolhall guys with their jams on tight
Hair gel protected, so they were not affected
And all the different Strokes, they're just putting me to sleep

C'mon
One more time, tell me what I'm supposed to do
New York guide, tell me what to listen to
What's a bio ninja supposed to do when it's 1972002?
One more time, tell me what I'm supposed to do
New York guide, tell me what to listen to
What's a circus ninja supposed to do when it's 1-9-7-2-0-0-2?
C'mon

One more time, tell me what I'm supposed to do
New York guide, tell me what to listen to
What's a bio ninja supposed to do when it's 1972002?
One more time, tell me what I'm supposed to do
New York guide, tell me what to listen to
What's a circus ninja supposed to do when it's 1972002?
C'mon
One more time, tell me what I'm supposed to do
New York guide, tell me what to listen to
What's a bio ninja supposed to do when it's 1972002?
One more time, tell me what I'm supposed to do
New York guide, tell me what to listen to
What's a nano ninja supposed to do when it's 1972002?

2.5 Decades

In my first decade I didn't roll down hills or skinny dip into a big lake
In my first decade I watched TV and roamed the city streets where I liked to play
In my first decade I felt a love in such a strange and such a powerful way
In my first decade I felt the wonder that's destroying me to this very day

When you do the best you can, they say you're bad
But when you deny your instinct's clues, they say you're good

Then you get thrown

In my second decade I hid from everything that stood upright or walked on two legs
In my second decade my sense of love consisted of thinking up new ways to beg
In my second decade the music guided toward an undescribable light
In my second decade confusion hampered me and made me question all that is life

When you're rejected by the ranks, you feel the angst
So when they start handing out the drinks, you say "hey, thanks"

And then you get stoned

I can't believe that it's been 2.5 decades
Cause it all went by like 2.5 seconds
And there's so much shit I can and cannot remember
Seems like every other day it's turning December

Then you get slow

In my last decade I hope to be exactly the same as I already am
In my last decade I hope to fight the root of evil from my spaceship Japan

That Hairdo

It's not short but it's not long
It fits your head to form
I bet it won't look right on me

Where is that hairdo from?
Not from 2001
The new head for 2003

(and so the conversation turns...)

Was it a Latin thing?
Some kind of offering
Unto a teenage head in Queens?

Something went wrong on top of your head
And I don't get it, someone please tell me
How does it grow? How does it go
All the way from Queens to Encino?
It's in the mold of a small fro
Wet but dry, a back to front spike
What is it called? I gotta know
WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK IS THAT HARIDO?
WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK IS THAT HARIDO?

And on my way home, I see about a dozen a day
A dozen what're-they-calleds on the heads of the teenaged
And I don't know why, but it fills me with so much rage
To see those what're-they-calleds every god damn day

Something went wrong on top of your head
And I don't get it, someone please tell me
How does it grow? How does it go
All the way from Queens to Encino?
It's in the mold of a small fro
Wet but dry, a back to front spike
What is it called? I gotta know
WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK IS THAT HARIDO?
WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK IS THAT HARIDO?

Top Of Your Head

At the top of your head there's no looking down
At the top of your head there's no looking all around
At the top of your head there's no making out
At the top of your head there's no focus round thing

At the tip of your tongue there's no room left for words
At the tip of your tongue it's nothing but absurd
Am I saying it wrong, that I'd do it for you?
Am I saying it wrong, that I know you're trying to?

At the end of your life there's no looking back
At the end of your life there's no sense of attack
At the end of your life there's nothing left but sound
At the end of your life there's no better time than right now

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Vegas

It's beginning to look a lot like Vegas

Get out your casino dance
Your popping Nenah's cherry from a buffalo stance
There's no snowing on the block
And Ton Loc is looking for the chips that you dropped
And now you're trying to beat him to it and you're under the chair
A-looking up at the bitches and you're breathing the air
And then you deal it and you drop it and you hit me and split
Or are you walking through Brooklyn just smoking that shit?

It's beginning to look a lot like Vegas

And now you're wondering, is it just those sleigh bells jingling?
(ring-ting-tingaling too)
You just can't get out your chair cause they're Christmas songs and they're everywhere
You want to hide under the chair but you are afraid you will see Ton Loc there
Because in your view... it's the same same scene

It's beginning to look a lot like Vegas
It's the same scene

Ginger Ale

Stopped in a diner off a rustic trail
There was no AC and it was hot as hell
I checked the menu for a beverage sale
Then came the waitress with a sweaty tail

I was inspired by a straight edged man
He was a-look a-like a Rollins fan
I kept on staring at my empty glass
So I ordered up a sweaty can

Put some ginger in my ale

My mind was dancing on an ice cold beer
But I was needing something crisp and clear
Then I saw that guy wipe his brow back hand
And there she was with my sweaty can

Put some ginger in my ale
Put some ginger in my ale
Type your tattoo on my tail
Cause I wanna put some ginger in my ale

I came to terms with my fascination
My hands was wet with condensation
I asked her nicely for a bubbly pale
I fell in love with that sweaty can

Put some ginger in my ale
Put some ginger in my ale
Type your tattoo on my tail
Cause I wanna put some ginger in my ale

Prizes Along The Moon

Now you've gone and made your best mistake
(I'm sick and tired of staring at the moon, y'all)
Now you've gone and made the Earth go quake
(I'm sick and tired of not knowing what to do, y'all)
All the peachy people in the middle have pitched their plates
(I'm seeing prizes floating round the moon, y'all)
And all the preaching pistons shooting rhythms into your face
(I'm sick and tired of staring at a moon dog)

Can you see all the shit that's shooting out?
Don't you know that we can use it now?
Right beneath the newer, meaner jumping-over cow
Are the prizes of the uber-now

Seems that you got too fucked up too soon
(I'm alive and breathing down your neck, y'all)
Prizes are lined up along the moon
(The type of prizes that y'all would like to get, y'all)
Haystack in the middle of the diddle diddles, kitten yawns
(yawn)
Sunken by the frequency of song

Can you see all the shit that's shooting out?
Don't you know that we can use it now?
Right beneath the newer, meaner jumping-over cow
Are the prizes of the uber-now

And you know where because your eyes are in tune
To the prizes along the moon
They're along the moon
And I know where because I've seen them too
Those prizes along the moon
They're along the moon
(moon... prizes along the moon... prizes along the moon... prizes along... the...)

Paradise Glued To The Dashboard Tight

Accidentally torched by the sunrise
I awoke in a plastic ornament
Something sacred that was hanging upside down
And everybody just stood there all the same
They continuously repeated a refrain
Something ancient, unprotected by evil sounds

(sounds)

Feel the wooden rake scrape against you
It's combing your childhood woes
See Diablo dance behind you
He's wrapped in swaddling clothes

Monumentally froze in a state park
I awoke with the same general shape
But harder than the stone that's beneath the ground
And everybody just circled round the base
Laughing loud at the droppings on my face
And how it signified the saints of the future now

(now)

Feel the wooden rake scrape against you
It's combing your childhood woes
See Diablo dance behind you
He's wrapped in swaddling clothes

Innie Mountain

It's not the mountain
That makes you high
It's not the fountain
Makes you not dry
It's been awhile since you reached the bone age
You think you're hot but you don't see there's more
In any second you'll be entering the stone age
There's nothing else that I can help you for

(Hey, it's so sad that you won't be here again, on the mountain)
So, let's slap upon our backpacks
And head up to the mountain
And tie our boots tight
I'll be inverting the mountain
And making it a valley
Your molehill's too high

It's not your headdress
That makes you shy
It's not your boyfriend
Makes you not mine
It's not your fault that they're cloning in the phone age
And that's the reason I'm hung up on you
Well you can bet they'll still be phoning in the clone age
And when I'm gone, you will be phoning you

(Hey, it's so sad that you won't be here again, on the mountain)
So, let's slap upon our backpacks
And head up to the mountain
And tie our boots tight
I'll be inverting the mountain
And making it a valley
Your molehill's too high

For The Past 3 Years From Now

Well she was like the best damn thing I ever seen
With her lipstick stains on the glass
Sitting in a smoke-filled room I turned my head
As the photos altered my past
And someone said that New York City's been closing down
For the past 3 years from now
And I can see myself falling down a flight of stairs
Into a cartoon planet of trash

And everybody looks like someone that doesn't exist
It's like a slow motion dream on a train
And I've been astro-moving milleniums
With the devil in his deli in Queens
And I could feel the sitar ringing round my head
As she makes her way to my bed
And I could see myself falling down a flight of stairs
For the past 3 years from now

Someone offered my a trip to far away
But for the past 3 years from now, it's every day
And someone said that New York is lost again
But for the past 3 years from now it's been his brain
Someone stole all of my Atari games
But for the past 3 years from now they'll be the same
They'll be the same
But for the past 3 years from now they'll be the same

Fuxtheposition

Fuck's the position that is your mission
Fuck's the pose everybody knows

Fuck's the position
That's what you're wishing
Fuck's the pose everybody chose

Leaving 82

Woke up one morning to TV
And I saw the best block of videos
Put on my heavy metal t-shirt
Walked outside, stepped into my aeroplane
And I never saw all of Purple Rain
But when I drive I like to listen to the soundtrack
And every day it feels
Like a brand new year
But I just can't leave
198...2
But I'd do it for you
Yeah, I'd do it for you
If you really want me

And I just don't care about the weekends
Cause I do my striptease on a Tuesday
And I get to watch a few movies
Take it, press play
Stop, eject, then back agian
And I never saw all of Purple Rain
But when I dance I like to listen to the soundtrack
And every day it feels
Like a brand new year
But I just can't leave
198...2
But I'd do it for you
Yeah, I'd do it for you
If you really want me

82 is just days from now
But many thousands of years from now
But somehow, it is the same as now

Breath Of The Mastodon

If I could change the world
I would change it with a song
Cause there's a possibility
That an alien could catch on
No it's not so hard to see
That we're killing off ourselves
And this dream of peace on Earth
Won't be made by Santa's elves

It's hard to think
But from each moment on
There's the possibility
It could all go wrong
Just keep thinking no
And it gets more strong
Someone slips
And we're gone

If I could change your mind
Could I change it with this verse?
I've seen possibilities
Evolve into a curse
When you're dancing out with death
There's no keeping up with the steps
There's no mathematical chance
That there'll be rememberance

Listeners,
You have just turned on
The possibility
Of an old, dead song
Just keep in mind
That one night of wrong
Could throw it all away
And you're gone

As you breathe in the breath of the mastodon
You can be sure that in time that the fight for life's gone
As you breathe in the breath of the mastodon
You can be sure that in time that the fight for life's good gone

Because all that happens only happens here

One Day At A Time

This is it (this is it)
This is life, the one you get
So go and have a ball
This is it (this is it)
Straight ahead, but rest assured
You can't be sure at all
So while you're here, enjoy the view
Keep on doing what you do
Hold on tight, we'll muddle through
One day at a time (one day at a time)
So up on your feet
Somewhere there's music playing
Don't you worry none
Just take it as it comes
One day at a time (one day at a time)
Nah-nah-nah-nah
One Day At A Time

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2002