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Lorem Ipsum
02:03
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Lorem Ipsum
Quad demonstrum Est
Lorem Ipsum
Quad demonstrum Est
Come on Baby
“You gotta pass that Tukey Test!”
Saw it in a rad dream; Trinary green beam
Johndeegrimoire.com
Demon to entrance; Polyrhythmic undance
Invoke the dread HirKom
Show you my affection in my circle of protection
Look to the numbers to spell
Hypercubic symbol; Timpani and cymbal
Baby, hold my hand and yell
Lorem Ipsum
Quad demonstrum Est
Lorem Ipsum
Quad demonstrum Est
Come on Baby
“You gotta pass that Tukey Test!”
Multispectral sound Rumbling underground
Come on and hold me tight
Uncertain words are spoken; Circle has been broken
Should have double checked the site
Thought distortion vortex; Read the 404 hex
Hey now, I'm starting to pant
I can't lift the curse or Even move the cursor
One more kiss before we chant
Lorem Ipsum
Quad demonstrum Est
Lorem Ipsum
Quad demonstrum Est
Come on Baby
“You gotta pass that Tukey Test!”
Burning sage, hyperlinks, Pop ups ads and bloody ink
Baby, I think it's time to flee
Can't find the escape key; Hold me closer, baby
I'm so weak in the knees
Standing at the world's end; sacrifice my girlfriend
Ripped apart at the seams
Evil thoughts control me; I can't hit control Z
Now it's my turn to scream.
[screaming]
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Come on to the party
Come on everyone
Come on to the party
Out there in the sun
Come on to the party
Before the evening's done
Come on to the party
We're going to have some fun
I'm going to the party with you [X4]
Make sure to bring your blanket
We're headed to the sand
Make sure to bring your blanket
We're off to see the band
Make sure to bring your blanket
To where the water meets the land
Make sure to bring your blanket
Because I’m going to hold your hand
I'm going to the party with you [X4]
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3. |
I Think I've Had Enough
02:04
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I don’t want to listen; I don’t want to care
I don’t want to see them As they blankly stare
I don’t want their stink; I don’t want their smell
I don’t want their odor; That’s why I want to yell
I think I’ve had enough
Of birds in the air
I think I’ve had enough
Of people everywhere
I think I’ve had enough
Of what I’m supposed to do
I think I’ve had enough
Of people like you.
I don’t like their music; I don’t like their clothes
I don’t like the cars they drive Or their stupid goals
I don’t like their lovers; I don’t like their friends
I don’t like their means And I don’t like their ends
I don’t like their ruler; I don’t like their rules
I don’t like their planning, And all their ghoulish ghouls
I don’t like their housing; I don’t like their dreams
I don’t like their ideas About playing on their teams
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4. |
Soda Jerk
01:47
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Soda jerk the day we met you were working at the shop
You slid me a cherry coke across the countertop
Soda jerk you said you loved me and you said we’d never part
Soda jerk you said you’d always carbonate my heart
You might have gone off to school
You might think that you’re so co-oo-oo-ool
You might think you drive all the ladies berserk
But you’ll always be a soda jerk
Soda jerk, when you came home they threw you a parade
You opened an accounting firm and they said you had it made
Soda jerk, you wore a golden crown where you used to wear a paper hat
I tried to shake you up and drink you down, but your lovin’ had gone flat
You might have a CPA
You might drive a Chevro-let-et-et-et
You might have a fancy title at work, but you’ll always be a soda jerk
Soda jerk, you’re like an off brand cola:
All the calories but none of the taste
Soda jerk, you’re like a broken fountain
And it’s time for you to be replaced
Soda jerk, I fell in love with the shopkeep boy uptown
He might be poor, but he cleans up nice, and he never lets me down
So soda jerk, I’m writing you just one more secret note
It says: “Soda jerk, I hope you choke on a stupid root beer float.”
You might have a corner suite
You might think that you’re so ne-ee-ee-eat
But now I’m in love with a grocery clerk
And you’ll always be a soda jerk
you might have a CPA
You might drive a Chevrolet-et-et-et
You might have a fancy title at work
But you’ll always be a soda jerk, you jerk
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Honda Odyssey
01:30
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Odysseus was washed up on a foreign shore
If it’s good enough for Homer, It’s good enough for me
If it’s good enough for Odysseus, it’s good enough for me
If it’s good enough for Penelope, it’s good enough for me
It’s my Honda Odyssey. Hop in the Honda Odyssey.
Drive the Honda Odyssey. It’s my Honda Odyssey
If it hides you from the bacon, it’s good enough for me
If it can haul all your gear, it’s good enough for me
If it can pass you on the pavement, it’s good enough for me
It’s my Honda Odyssey. Ride in the Honda Odyssey.
It’s my Honda Odyssey. Wanna race my Honda Odyssey?
Mustangs and Chargers and S-55s
Impalas and Furies; I’m barely in drive
[fine print]
As long as it keeps running, it’s good enough for me
As long as it keep humming, it’s good enough for me
As long as it stays together, it’s good enough for me
It’s my Honda Odyssey. Ride in the Honda Odyssey.
Dig my Honda Odyssey. It’s my Honda Odyssey
H - O - N - D - A
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6. |
Cradle Coven
01:29
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I'd rather program secret codes
Than wear a homemade ermine robe
I'm more into politics
Than casting all your stu-pid-tricks (on the beats)
Cradle Coven
Cradle Coven
I was born a wacky wiccan but I really want to be a diplomat.
I'd rather study astronomy
Than all of your astrology
I'm more into geometry
I’m sick of all this nu-di-ty
Cradle Coven
Cradle Coven
I was born a wacky wiccan but I really want to be a scientist.
I don’t want to be a magic user
I just want to be a paper pusher
I don’t want to cast no spells
I just want a product to sell
[instrumental verse: DEx4]
Cradle Coven
Cradle Coven
I was born a wacky wiccan but I really want to be a diplomat.
Cradle Coven
Cradle Coven
I was born a wacky wiccan but I really want to be a scientist.
Cradle Coven
Cradle Coven
I was born a wacky wiccan but I really want to be a diplomat, a scientist, the president
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7. |
Mary Lou
02:55
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New in town, saw you at the bus stop
Now I want, to take you to the malt shop
Hit me like, you were an atomic bomb
Wishing that, I could take you to the prom
Compact mirror, putting on your makeup
If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up
Eyes of green and dress of blue
I think I’m in love with you, oh
I just want to get a look at you
I just want to get a whiff of you
Pass this note to you
I just want to go out with you
Driving around, with my leather jacket on
Parked my motor-cycle on your front lawn
Start to neck, and I leaned in for a kiss
That’s when I, saw another fair miss
Hit me like, she was an atomic bomb
Wishing that, I could take her to the prom
Eyes of blue and dress of green
She’s my brand new teenage dream, oh
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
I don’t want to be seen with you, oh
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
I don’t want to hurt you, oh
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
I don’t want to be mean to you, oh
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
But I gotta stay away from you, oh
Maaaaary Lou.
(literally just “Mary Lou” a bunch of times -- while maybe some soloing is happening?)
I don’t like, your voice or the way you talk
I don’t like, your face or your golden locks
Too lukewarm, you’re too hot and too cold
Tried to get, between me and the open road
Pavement calls, Get on my bike and ride
No surprise, if you hear that I died
I can't deal with your low IQ
I'd fake my death to get away from you, oh
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
Nothing that I said was true, oh
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
I don’t even like you, oh
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
I can’t even stand you, oh
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
I just gotta get away from you, oh
Maaaaary Lou. (4x)
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8. |
Kill Baby Hitler!
01:42
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In the darkest days of WW2
Secret lab in Timbuktu
Super science warping time
To prevent a hideous crime
Chrono displacer flashing blue
prep your gear we’re going through
Leave your guns, leave your tags
remember the baby-sized body bag.
Winston said “Tally-ho”
Billy was beyond gung ho
“Da-it’s time,” said burly Boris
Fair Pierre’ he’ll fight for us
When we . . .
Travel back in time to kill baby Hitler
Wipe that smile off his face
Travel back in time to kill baby Hitler
We’ll show him who's the master race.
1890 Braunaugh Inn
Who said infanticide’s a sin?
In '42, our friends are dying
It’s him or us, now we’re trying
All we have is a street address
Two false starts we must confess
Adolph R, and Adolph K
Covering our bases, won’t get away
Three weeks later, candy lure
This was him, we knew for sure
Perfect tree, branch that broke
Find another way to make Hitler croak.
When we...
Sabotaged pram
Pushed into a tram
Gave his baby head
A baby head slam.
Nanny pacified
Binkie electrified
We’ll teach that baby
There’s nowhere to hide
When we....
Traveled back in time to kill baby Hitler
Wiped that smile off his face
Traveled back in time to kill baby Hitler
We showed him who’s the master race.
And Mussolini too
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9. |
Here Comes the Now
02:10
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Here Comes the Now
Here Comes the Now
Here Comes the Now
Here Comes the Now
Here Comes the Now, Here Comes the Now, Here Comes the now
it's coming now and it's powerful,
it's coming at you and it's wow-erful,
look at it like your glass is half full,
seize the moment it's now-erful
It's time to show us your future face
It's time to unlock your psychic safe
You can find it in your inner space
Become a member of the chrono-race
Here Comes the Now
Here Comes the Now
Here Comes the Now
Here Comes the Now
Here Comes the Now, Here Comes the Now, Here Comes the now
Now Now Now Now Now
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10. |
Trapped in a Lab
01:00
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SIREN
I was working in the lab late one night
Easy job, grad students' delight
Making some graphs in Excel
That's when it all went to hell
Flashing red above the door
Signals interdimensional horror
Diving down onto the floor
I need to type one number more
Trapped in the lab
No place to run
Trapped in the lab
Starts with the number one
Trapped in the lab
Mashing fingers against the pad
This is looking very bad
Door' s bending more than a tad
Where is that card I once had
Trapped in the lab
Doors slamming closed
Trapped in the lab
What's the stupid code?
Trapped in the lab [X2]
Birthday, Pet's name,
High school, favorite game
First crush, last car
Drink you order at the bar.
Sister's cat, brother's dog,
Uncle's friend, Mom's egg nog.
Best man, worst date,
Think quick, too late.
Trapped in the lab
Forever sealed in
Trapped in the lab
'cause you forgot the PIN.
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11. |
Moonshine (On the Moon)
02:24
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Countdown - Blastoff
Red white and blue chuck wagon roving into space
We are the saviors of the American race
Exporting the values of life and equality
While we set up our den of iniquity
Making...
Moooooooon-shiiiiiiine
(just vocals)
ON THE MOON
Touchdown - Exit
Out of the spacecraft and onto the plains
Out onto the distant lunar waves of grain
We found our competition reflecting in the light
A bottle with the label of Stalingrad Delight
Moooooooon-shiiiiiiine
(just vocals)
ON THE MOON
Business - Profit
Now we have it set: our booze monopoly
Running all across the Sea of Tranquility
Drilling in a crater and much to our surprise
Thousands of moonshiners beneath the government eyes
Making...
Moooooooon-shiiiiiiine
ON OUR MOON
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12. |
21st Century Love Song
01:38
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My body's perfect
My blood is chilled
Always computing
Our electro-thrills
Nothing's gonna change it
Nothing's gonna change our love
My skin is gleaming
My fluids' warm
Forever working
to ecstatic swarm
Nothing's gonna change it
Nothing's gonna change our love
My body's human
it's prone to fail
Too many questions
Our electronic jail
Something's gonna change it
Something's gonna change our love
Painting pictures, romantic bliss
I want the choice of unhappiness
You watch me sleeping with binary eyes
Oh we all want to be alone sometimes
ReverseCymbalCutOut > Instrumental Chorus
Something's gonna change it
Something's gonna change our love (x2)
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13. |
Egghead
02:19
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Grandfather worked for Lincoln; Dad was a VP
Adlai will work for peace and democracy
Sure he shot his friend when she was just a teen
But he didn’t let that kill his presidential scheme
Vote for Adlai, Adlai, Adlai, Stevenson
Vote for Adlai, Adlai, Adlai, Stevenson
Kennedy might be handsome; Kennedy might be a dream
Kennedy might be taken from one of your magazines
But Kennedy didn't go on tv with a hole in his shoe
What would he do, for me and for you
Vote for Adlai, Adlai, Adlai, Stevenson
Vote for Adlai. He’s not an average guy. Vote for Adlai Stevenson
He’s been to
Akron, Binghamton, Charleston
Camden and Kalamazoo
Beaumont, Birmingham, Battle Creek
St. Paul, St. Louis, too
Springfield, Cincinnati, Syracuse
Peoria and Dubuque
Youngstown, Allentown, Your Hometown
Touring since ‘52
People call him Egghead, but that just means he’s smart
He's going to fund. all the liberal arts
When you get into the voting booth and decide whom to check
Remember our little slogan: Third time, what the heck?
Vote for Adlai, Adlai, Adlai, Stevenson
Vote for Adlai. Adlai. Adlai Stevenson
Vote for Adlai, Adlai, Adlai, Stevenson
Vote for Adlai. He’s not that other guy. Adlai Stevenson
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14. |
A-Bomb Boogie
05:35
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The Red Eyeballers Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Lo-fi, high energy merriment from the deep basement. Obscure 50s rock, pre-1970s Halloween music, and pre-rock country mixed together to make, well, to make something.
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