1. |
Virgin Metal Theme
00:33
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2. |
Let Me Crazy
00:59
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Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Hee, hee, hee
Let Me Crazy
Let Me Crazy
Leave me alone
Go home
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3. |
Lazy Bastards
01:37
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Let me ask you a question, yeah, I know it's hard to choose
When the revolution comes around will they point the cannon at you?
Private property, free economy, public domain don't mean a thing
Wash it down with a Coke and a Crown and fake the American dream
You know things are getting bad when the city's closing schools
Building goddamned more strip-malls, and buying more bar-stools
Soccer moms, drunk at 28, in the early afternoon
Why is it that the American dream is to have nothing to fucking do?
Private property, free economy, public domain don't mean a thing
Wash it down with a Coke and a Crown and fake the American dream
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4. |
Any Day Now
02:56
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I saw you just the other day, you said you were in town
You looked a little strange, I hope you're doing well
Yeah, did you hear from so-and-so? He moved across the Sound
He got a new turntable, and put the needle down
“Any day now”
I saw you just the other day, you said you were alright
Yr mom and dad were fighting, you couldn't spend the night
I asked about yr boyfriend, you said you didn't know
Yr telephone was ringing, and then you had to go
“So it goes”
Easier said than done, better done than said
Who am I to judge what's inside yr head
You say you'll quit tomorrow, why not quit today?
“It’s easier said than done” depends on what you say
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5. |
High Time
02:12
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A thousand miles to go
I got the radio blasting and my foot's to the floor
A lot of miles ahead, a lot of miles behind
Memphis, Tennessee
White lines as far as the eyes can see
We gotta cool down, get down, down to New Orleans
Four-sixty-five, we swallowed all the speed
One hand’s on the wheel, and the other’s on my rosary
Hi time / red lined / five-o / let's go
From the North to the South
The Atlantic and Pacific coast
Don't matter where we go, because we're always lost
From the West to the East
From the Tappan down to Needle Beach
Anything we want's within our reach
Hi time / red lined / Old Crow / let's go, go, go, go!
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6. |
Restoration Blues
02:12
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Started out like any other day
I woke up on the wrong side of the floor
Dressed in the dark and took the Grand Central Parkway to work
I thought I'd make it on time
Pretty soon it's 7:59
I thought of an excuse, I don't need the abuse from that jerk
I’ve got the restoration blues
Mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes
We're doing the best that we can do, woo hoo
I’ve got the restoration blues
Ronnie’s in the Abbey, he’s drinking his booze
We're doing the best that we can do
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7. |
Attitude Adjustment
01:49
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Everything's shit, the shoe didn't fit
Mom and dad are worrying about what the neighbors will think
Off to the shrink, she says I’m alright
As long as I take one every morning, noon and night
Took fifty milligrams of Valium today
No wonder this coffee doesn't keep me awake
This attitude adjustment’s a mistake. MISTAKE
Rolled out of bed, skipped all my meds
The light hits my eyes, I’m feeling more dead than alive
And now everything is complete
The wind at my back and the world at my feet
The sound of skateboard wheels on the street
Hang ten
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8. |
Outta My Hair
03:03
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Little Suzie come on, I don't know what I did wrong
You wrote me letters, and I wrote you a song
So baby, pick up the phone
She don't want me here, she don't want me there
She don't want me anywhere
I should have just left her alone
Our song is on the speakers
I really wanna see you
I wrote yr number on my Converse sneaker
But I wore them away, hey, hey, hey
Katy, Katy, hello? I don't know where it will go
I never said that I would love you
But now I really know for sure
I don't want you here, I don't want you there
I don't want you anywhere
So just get outta my hair
You got me running in circles
You got me jumping hurdles
My eyes are flashing red and purple
But you have got a lot to learn
And so the record turns
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9. |
Optimum Power
03:30
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optimum power, optimum power, optimum power, etc.
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10. |
Fragmentation
02:47
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Split in two, split like a log, folded into a box
Asleep in the day, abandoned dreams
Scars on the face of the clock
Hallucination tears me apart, I stare into the wall
Unfolded again, pieced back together
And they can do no harm at all
It happens every time
Stay the course, ride the party line
Nobody suffers, there is no crime
When the enemy is undefined
Split in two, split like a log, folded into a box
Asleep in the day, abandoned dreams
Scars on the face of the clock
The Sun, it crossed the sky as night raged into day
We shook hands and said goodbye
We shook hands and said goodbye
We shook hands and said goodbye
It happens every time
Stay the course, ride the party line
Nobody suffers, there is no crime
When the enemy is undefined
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11. |
Weep Day
01:53
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I never went to a tropical island,
though everybody said they saw me there
And it wasn't me you punched a hole in,
at the West German protest march
Simultaneous events don't happen,
they are isolated temporally
And a part is never called a whole thing,
though it bothers it to know it's so
And every man is made of two opinions
And every woman has a second half
And it's samba time for Tambo and weep day for Urine Man
And it's samba time for Tambo and weep day for Urine Man
I didn't write the words you hear me singing,
I didn't sing the line before this one
And I am not the one you were addressing,
that person took a train to Africa
Where he met a consulate from Belgium,
who is now a Buddhist in a cave
Who was pitching for the Oakland Raiders,
striking out the batter she became
And every man is made of two opinions
And every woman has a second half
And it's samba time for Tambo and weep day for Urine Man
And it's samba time for Tambo and weep day for Urine Man
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12. |
I Am
03:01
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I’m a bicycle in a rapid transit world
I’m a carousel in a theme park
I’m a sea shell in a gift shop
And I am, I still am
I’m a coin in the Stone Age
I’m a stone in the Bronze Age
I’m a stamp in cyberspace
And I am, I still am
Yeah, I still am, ha-ha
I’m a grain of sand melted into glass
I’m a bottle adrift at sea
Messages inside of me
Will never be, will never be
Will never be received
I don't belong, why is that so wrong?
She don't belong, why is that so wrong?
He don't belong, why is that so wrong?
We don't belong, why is that so wrong?
And I’m gone, and I’m gone
And I’m gone, so long!
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13. |
Nameless, Aimless
03:11
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Let Me Crazy New York
2006-2012
Members:
Chris Baltrus, Jake Freeman, James Hagmaier, Chris Morell,
Jimmy Doyle, Russel Hymowitz, Ron Demay, Eric Milam, Sam Gentle
members went on to form Beach Craft Bonanza
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