Alan the Leper

hey, kids, let me tell you a story
I’ve gotta warn you the details are gory
missing fingers half a rump/ his left leg is a bloody stump
for most people it would be a tragedy
to find you’ve contracted leprosy/ but alan gets along quite comfortably
with the help of his friend…a giant bumble-bee!
rescuing princesses, traveling through time
he may be missing an arm, but he’s got a sharp mind
clobbering crooks, yeah, he’s a menace to crime
whether he’s dressed to the gills or all smothered in slime
a more sporting chap you’re not likely to find!

hold yourself together, alan the leper
in fair or foul weather, alan the leper
don’t dare ever say, “Never,” to alan the leper
he’s losing his limbs in pursuit of adventure, adventures of alan the leper
adventure, adventures of alan the leper whoa-oh!
“if, and only if”

(music & lyrics; Fisch)
David Guy: guitar
Lukas Warm: sound effects, sax sample riff
Steve Fisch: guitar
Scott Underhill: bass guitar
Steve Smith: drums
Tim Connolly: lead vocals, guitar solo
SUPERNOVA: backing vocals

 

Tumble Dry

(music: Guy & Warm)
David Guy: backward lead guitar
Lukas Warm: samples, keyboard
Steve Fisch: guitar
Scott Underhill: bass guitar
Steve Smith: drums

 

Execute the Law

Everywhere something is menacing, pretensing, informing, neglecting
Empty order attempting to execute the laws
Dirty hands grab dirty filthy, from the earth and out of sin
Repressed, obsessed, moderately wealthy
Proud to be an American

Tumor grows malignantly, sometimes it even causes me
To vomit, shit, piss, shriek and cry, but I’ll wipe the mote out from my eye
I must heave a heavy sigh, I’ve come to execute the laws

Tumor grows malignantly, sometimes it really bothers me a lot

Tumor grows malignantly, but it
doesn’t really bother me at all.

(music: Warm, lyrics: Fisch)
David Guy: lead vocals, lead guitar
Lukas Warm: samples, keyboard
Steve Fisch: guitar
Scott Underhill: bass guitar
Steve Smith: drums

 

Dressed for Lunch

you can have the last banana in the bunch,
you can treat your orangoutang to lunch

with a tutu on and Doc Martens
dancing along to the table awaiting you there,
shrimp cocktails swim through the air

like the breath of a whale as it splashes the ocean
and hopes that it doesn’t get nailed by the harpoon
of some Japanese whaling vessel

you can have a peanut butter sandwich on rye,
you can eat the whole banana cream pie,
in your gabardine suit and your tap dancing shoes,
shuffling away on the back of an unwilling rhino
the whole herd is trailing behind you,

like the fish in your hat as it fries in your pan
with the dream it can jump from the grease to the safety
of some big blue bay of the ocean

(music; Fisch, lyrics; C. Hakim, G. Ferrara, S. Fisch, S. Underhill)
David Guy: lead guitar
Lukas Warm: horn samples
Steve Fisch: guitar
Scott Underhill: bass guitar
Steve Smith: drums
Tim Connolly: lead vocals

 

Grumpy Man

Grumpy man
on a grumpy day, mows his lawn in a grumpy way
Kicks the cat, spits and yells, hates the sound of wedding bells (repeat)
Grumpy Man, do what you can, mixing household cleaners in a can
Grumpy Man
sprays the bugs until they’re dead, wants to get his children fed
Cleans the garage and throws away all your toys in a violent rage (repeat)
Grumpy man, you left your vacuum cleaner on the porch, the water hits
the motor, now you’re torched
– Grumpy man.

(music & lyrics; David Guy)
David Guy: lead vocals, lead guitar, additional percussion
Lukas Warm: samples, harmonica, backing vocals
Steve Fisch: guitar
Scott Underhill: bass guitar
Steve Smith: drums

 

Grey Lady Byte

Shrieked,”Deceived!” and groped around,
for a single stone eye which in darkness wouldn’t be found,
only one of them had tooth enough to wail their song,
so the other two just hissed and hummed along …
“Who holds the pebble which serves as the eye,
of the sun and the moon and the earth, sea and sky?”

They extended a single scaly claw,
foretold fulfillment of ancient law,
of pestilence breaking like waves on the sand,
devouring the breadth of the land
“Who steals from the gods, unveils the light,
reveals the wrath of the Grey Lady Bite”
the Grey Lady Bite, not very nice

(Music: Warm, Lyrics: Fisch)
David Guy: guitar, backing vocals on chorus, percussion
Lukas Warm: lead vocals, samples
Steve Fisch: guitar, backing vocals
Scott Underhill: bass guitar
Steve Smith: drums

 

I saw it all

scratching the ground,
with muscle tightened fingers
tap, tap tapping,
I saw it all
In the graveyard, strange words she was singing
chant, chant chanting,
I saw it all

the life in between her and all around her
each night I watch, as she must find worms
I don’t eat, I don’t drink I just think of her
hunting and digging and looking for worms

I saw it all, I saw it long before this
I was just waiting,
to make sure I believed it

the life in between her and all around her
each night I watch as she must find worms
I don’t eat, I don’t sleep, I just dream of her
chanting and singing and looking for worms
in life there are worms
eating away at the core of existence
old man you’re the worm
she hunts for you

(music & lyrics; S. Fisch)
David Guy: lead guitar
Lukas Warm: samples, keyboard, backing vocals on chorus
Steve Fisch: lead vocals, guitar
Scott Underhill: bass guitar
Steve Smith: drums

 

Man in the Park

“I’ve been alive for my Lord
I have pointed the ways to the Light
well of course, wouldn’t give him my own Life
after all, Suicide is not right”
Man In The Park, Sits On the Bench
Feeding the pigeons
Man In The Park, Stands on the Bench
Preaching Religion – HaHaHa
Man In The Park -“You, you will be the Fire of all Hell”
Sleeps on the Bench -“You will be the Laughing Red Bulb”
Dreaming of Midgets -“You will be the Fresh Bread of Peace”
“I will show You, you will see”
Man In The Park, Leans on the Bench
Winking At The Women
“Everybody always knew it would End this Way…
Now, I Got You Babe…”

(music: Guy, Warm, lyrics: Warm)
David Guy: acoustic guitar, percussion
Lu kas Warm: keyboards, flute sound, chorus vocals
Steve Fisch: chorus vocals, lead guitar
Jim Swenson: inspired preacher, bass guitar
Jeff: saturated guitar

 

Liquids

(music: Fisch & Lavalle)
David Guy: percussion
Lukas Warm: keyboards, samples
Steve Fisch: rhythm guitar
Jim Swenson: bass guitar
Jeff: lead guitar

 

Driver’s Seat

I am oblivious to what goes on around me
if I think before I speak
and then you think before you speak
You never noticed
so many strange things about me

I’m in the Driver’s Seat
(and everything is different when I’m …)
I’m in the Driver’s Seat
(and anything is okay when I’m …)
I’m in the Driver’s Seat
(and everything is different when I’m …)
Driving

Something’s on my mind & I can’t think clearly
if you must know the truth
and I must know the truth
I’ve changed my mind
about everything lately
(chorus)
I am impervious to What goes on around me
if I think and then I speak
and then I think and then I speak and then I-
You never noticed
Too many strange things about me

(music & lyrics; Fisch)
David Guy: percussion
Lukas Warm: backing vocals, keyboards, samples
Steve Fisch: lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Jim Swenson: bass guitar
Jeff: lead guitar

 

LabMen

They Chew the Fat – They chew it twice
He works on Rats – He works on Mice
He takes a slice – A Slice of Life
With a sharp, shiny…Knife

He drugs them, he cuts them
He’s the one to Blame
We Pay Him –
(Isn’t that the Same Thing?)

They need more tests – they raise the Cost
The work Complete – the Mouse’s loss
They chew the Fat – they chew it twice
He works on Rats – He works on Mice

(music: Warm, Conklin, Guy, lyrics: Warm)
David Guy: percussion, shaker
Lukas Warm: lead vocals, keyboards, samples
Steve Fisch: backing vocals on chorus,
rhythm & spastic guitar
Jim Swenson: bass guitar
Jeff: lead guitar

 

August

The days are Liquid Gold
The Big Hot sun crawls all over and within
No plain Mosquito – will you stop swatting Me?!
I’ll insert my piercing proboscis
into your skin
Then I will Slurp your Blood
And leave Some Awful Disease

The days are something to Behold
The Big Hot sun crawls all over and within
Like Yellow Fever – Malaria
curse – Scratching – Bumps
completely cover your skin
Then I will Slurp your Blood
And leave Some Awful Disease

Although my life is short – It’s Sweet
And I know when it’s time for me to Die
So I Bite You – Just once
I taste your Blood –
It’s Delicious!
I’m Through –
Good Bye.

(music: Guy, Warm, lyrics: Fisch, Warm)
David Guy: acoustic & electric guitar, percussion
Lukas Warm: keyboards, samples, chorus vocals
Steve Fisch: lead vocals, acoustic & electric guitar
Jim Swenson: bass guitar
Jeff: guitar

 

Alfredo Drives

I’m a toad in a tuxedo, I fire my torpedo
I think I’ll take a ride in my limo
A toad in a tuxedo, the guys say,
“Hey, that’s neato!”
So, I take ’em for a ride in my limo
I just drove into town,
I think I’ll look around
For a place to get a steak and potato
I tell my chauffeur,”Don’t you say a word,
Just take me to my hotel, Alfredo!”
Bounce, bounce, bounce, “I like to bounce around,
So, take me to my hotel, Alfredo!”
I’m a toad in a tuxedo, the guys say,
“Don’t that beat all?”
So I roll up the automatic window
I like to bounce around, I bounce right into town,
“So take me to my hotel, Alfredo!”
I’m a toad who’s shy and quiet, the guys say,
“What a riot!”
So suddenly I fire my torpedo
I’m a toad with a full deck, the guys say
“What the heck?”
So suddenly I fire my torpedo

(music: Lukas Warm/Steve Fisch; lyrics: Fisch)
Dave Guy: percussion, lead vocals
Lukas Warm: tone generator, drum programming, harmonica, back ground vocals
Steve Fisch: tone generator, background vocals

 

Execute the Law

Everywhere something is menacing, pretensing, informing, neglecting
Empty order attempting to execute the laws

Dirty hands grab dirty filthy, from the earth and out of sin
Repressed, obsessed, moderately wealthy
Proud to be an American

Tumor grows malignantly, sometimes it even causes me

To vomit, shit, piss, shriek and cry, but I’ll wipe the mote out from my eye
I must heave a heavy sigh, I’ve come to execute the laws

Tumor grows malignantly, sometimes it really bothers me a lot

Tumor grows malignantly, but it
doesn’t really bother me at all.

(music: Warm, lyrics: Fisch)
David Guy: vocals, lead guitar
Lukas Warm: samples, keyboard, drum programs
Steve Fisch: vocals, guitar

 

That Scab on Your Leg looks Like a Fried Egg

That scab on your leg, looks like a fried egg
-fried egg, FRIED EGG!
The yoke that runs down, will make a young man frown
-runs down, runs down
And that look in your eye, could make a snowman cry
-your eyes, your eyes
ahhh, the hurt from the past, is just a pain in the ass
-the past, the past

Stockpiled hate from so long ago
Where do you shop at, who do you know?
Revenge on your mom, for the things that she’s done
The doctor is waiting, he’s got the cool pills

Sit back and relax, for Mother Nature’s attack
-attack, ATTACK!
Prepare and release, a thousand angry bees
-prepare, release
Them pants that you wear, in the shopping bag’s care
-beware, beware
divorced twice but happy, with milk it’s so snappy
-so happy, so snappy

(music: Guy, Warm, Lyrics: Guy)
David Guy: lead vocals, lead guitar, keyboard, drum programs
Lukas Warm: backing vocals, sax samples, keyboard

March 5, 2016

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