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I Politician
02:24
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I’ve got a little think tank
I call it home
I ain’t too highly paid though
Just flesh and bone
I’ll put a little thingie out
On video cassette
And hope the Minister of Propaganda
Don’t get too upset
Chorus:
Still it all comes though
The United Matrix of America
Pagan rhythms out of Africa
Pagan shipments out of Kathmandu
From the Aztecs to the Ming
Genetic carnival on wings
We’ve got a little freak show
We call it “The Hunchback Squeaks”
And then I politician
I get on up and I speaks
“I got a lotta rage” he cries
“And lots of irony”
You’re baboons in a cage” he lies
“I’m going to set you free”
Chorus
Gotta get back to L.A. now
Got a media jones
Talking with the network boys
and taking out more loans
I get 3 minutes on NBC
Attack the ruling class
I've got 4 friends at NASA now
If I have to move my ass
Chorus
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He is the air controller
You are the air
The people are proud of their father
Foreigners beware
He’s got a neutron charge card
He’s a mighty tough customer
He’s the glorious defender of the homeland
He just might play tough with ya
President Mussolini makes the planes run on time
Oh dig it little Arabella
He’s a strong man
Keep ‘em flyin’
Newspapers scream “He’s a winner.”
Nobody’s sayin’ what’s being won
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What exactly is being done?
Send a little aid down south just to
Kill a few San Salvador nuns
Down in South Africa on civilized business
Trying to get gold for guns
Couldn’t be easier to know just what to do
If you were holding out all the money
Just a-looking for an easy going mechanic of depression
And then to wind up with your teeth against the wire fence
Wind up in the smallest of worlds crotch to the angriest lips
One deadly little spasm in the B.F. Skinner cancerteria
One deadly little spasm and what did this money buy?
Keep ‘em flying
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3. |
Gut Sandwich
03:01
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I went out tonight
Just to see the light
Got a helping of
Gut sandwich
I didn’t ask for it
Person in a dish
Art for arts’ sake
Cut the birthday cake
I don’t feel right
I think it’s the flu
Went to the phone and I might give someone a call
Phone is ringing anyway
Shower and a shave
Someone’s guts sandwiching again across the front
I don’t feel right
I think it’s the flu
Went to the phone and I might give someone a call
If it doesn’t drive me crazy
If it doesn’t make you crazy
Is it my health again or is it something in the air
If I look out my window
I might see a constellation
Someone’s screaming out there I hope she’s only joking
If it doesn’t drive me crazy
If it doesn’t make you crazy
Is it my health again or is it something in the air
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4. |
On The Beam
03:12
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She’s so fine
On the beam
And she’s so high
On the beam
On the beam on the beam
All the time
In the world
Well if you try
You’re a lucky girl lucky girl
If you can feel it
You can dance forever
If you can deal with it
Live forever live forever
Everything
Will be ours
From the planet
To the stars to the stars
We’re getting on the beam
Things are just as they seem
Immortality in the age of the clever
Live forever live forever
On the beam
Live forever
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5. |
Girl With A Radio
01:57
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by Pat Lowery
I just saw the girl with the perfect hair
Dum dee dum dee dum dee dum dee dee doo
I just saw the car with the perfect keys
Dum dee dum dee dum dee dum dee doo wah
Let’s steal our lives with the keys of the rich
Dum dee dum dee dum dee dum dee dee doo
Here comes a little cutie with a fish in her hair
There goes a wave with some cheap glasses on
Everybody’s waiting for the weekend
My hands are waiting for her pants
I’m the one who needs those keys
To finish dum dee dum dee dum dee doo doo
Now I’m a communist with a cynical eye
See me riding with my leather whip
To the end of the sea with my dum dee doo doo
To the end of Russia with my radio
Dum dee dum dee what the fuck ever hahahahahaha
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6. |
Romping Thru The Jungle
02:28
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by Pat Lowery
We’re all going romping through the jungle
We’re gonna be saving Mr. Uncle
Through the windows on top of the brush
Standing on the rooftops wearing a scarf
He wears a face of paper
You can’t tear it off
Because it grows back
Darker
We’re all going swaying near the ocean
We’re all going waving through darkness
Through all the caverns listen to the brush
Standing their naked in sweat rings around starlight
He wears a mask of ivory
He stands up tall and he stares
Because he knows all the glory
Of his land
We’re all going romping through the jungle
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7. |
Glad Handed
03:48
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Stand tall
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy
Madly happy
Keep on rappin’
What me worry?
Glad handed
Stand tall
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy
Have a ball
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy
Madly happy
Keep on rappin’
What me worry?
Glad handed
Stand tall
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy
You could be a Christ creator
Answer those things you find in the paper
Don’t be afraid to call that number
Don’t hesitate to fulfill that hunger
You could be a Christ creator
Don’t hesitate to fulfill that hunger
You would make a lovely dictator
A wizened rising hip little scene maker
Don’t be ashamed we need a hen house lover
Don’t be afraid to be our real cool comer
You would make a lovely dictator
Don’t be afraid to be our real cool comer
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8. |
It's A Groove!
02:28
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Pat wrote a song with this name before
I like it a lot this is just one more
First we stop into the kitchen
Then we get ourselves a beer
It’s been a groovy year
It’s been a groovy year
It’s a g…roove!
They’re always laughing on their way outside the door
They’re always laughing on their way back in the door
First we stop into the kitchen
Get a beer
It’s been a groovy year
It’s been a groovy year
It’s a g…roove!
It’s a groove!
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R.U. Sirius & Various Bands San Francisco, California
Photo above by Eve Berni
R.U. Sirius and his various bands past, present and future.
R.U. Sirius was Editor in chief of legendary cyberpunk magazine MONDO 2000 in the early 1990s. Since then, he swallowed the sun in entirety and has given up acid for antacid. Bands include Party Dogs and Mondo Vanilli among others
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