1.Suddenly
Lyricist：Billy Campion, Bill Ryan
'I know she's home', 'Hello？'
'Ah yeah, hello, can I speak to Darlise, please？'
'She's not in right now'
'Yeah, but that woman's never in
I mean can you just tell her that Freddie called？', 'Sure to'
'And one more thing, if she doesn't want to talk to me
Why doesn't she just tell me herself, I mean
Why's she got to get her roommate to do it？'
'I'm sorry, Freddie, this is Darlise
I didn't mean to leave you hanging on a string like I did'
'Yeah, well, I mean, if you're seeing another '
'No other man, Freddieâ
â½It's just that I've got my own home now
My own life, my own job, I'm a working woman'
'Yeah, just 'cause a man loses his job
Doesn't mean you got to go dumping him on his ass'
'I can't talk any longer, I gotta go'
'All right, baby, I guess I'll talk to you later then
Some point, have a nice life, do what you want, yeahâ
Suddenly a woman leaves me
I've got no job, machine relieved me
Suddenly I've lost my piece of pie
I'm now in mourning and I wear all blue
That's the color you wear when the dead one's you
Suddenly I am living in a lie
My woman's off with some other guy
I can remember the first time I saw her
Hanging out in one of those singles bars
Women wear really fancy dress
She was drinking a really expensive mixed drink
And smoking one of those Marlboro 100's
With the big fancy plastic filters on the end
Made her look like she had class, least I thought so
But then suddenly, bitch left me
All of a sudden like something suddenly
Suddenly I'm on my own
I don't hear no rings on the telephone
And all the rings that I've given her
Have been returned
I cling to clothes she used to wear
Then I try them out and I style my hair
Suddenly I could never be as fine as she
I've got her eyes but I sure don't have her teeth
And I can remember when we would take walks
Around the public pool and the way she would look at me
And the way she would do this whistle and how I would feel
I'm gonna try, I'm gonna try and show you what it was like
Oh man
Suddenly I found myself drinking from the lowest shelf
When all of a sudden I just could not believe my eyes
There goes some guy walking down the street wearing my tie
Suddenly I'm not gonna let another man take my woman
Not even death can do us part because when I'm an angel
I'm gonna come down from Heaven
And I'm gonna buy her a brand new Cadillac
I'm gonna buy her a brand new Cadillac
Let me tell you why, let me tell everybody why
Because in the â~50s it was pompadours
And in the â~60s it was peace
In the â~70s it was bell-bottoms, I don't know why but
In the â~80s Ronald Reagan, BMWs, sushi
Back home I used that for fertilizer
But in the â~90s, it's love, love is the new fad
I love you, good God almighty
Suddenly I have found myself alive
2.Yellar
Lyricist：Billy Campion, Patrick O'connor, Bill Ryan, Brendan Ryan,
Clive Tucker, Mark Wike
I've leaned too hard on my crutches
Wherever I walk I'm as easy to stalk
As a scrapper without the punches
And it tastes just like it smells
From the first bite I could tell the cake was poison
It tastes just like it smells
From the first bite I could tell the cake was poison
Now in order to get around in a matter that's sound
I have to throw all suckers
But the thing that sucks is that it only works once
On one dumb sucker
And it tastes just like it smells
From the first bite I could tell the cake was poison
And it tastes just like it smells
From the first bite I could tell the cake was poison
I don't know why
I took that bite
With moves like an alley cat
Hey are you gonna finish that？
We'll be knocking over garbage cans
But if they're home there'll be a change in plans, plans, plans
I'm a habit former, should I structure my life
With all good habits and a motherly wife？
It's just another excuse so I can never grow up
And I can pee in my pants like a two-week-old pup
In my eyes my tears are all wellared
I'm proud to admit that I'm a cowardly fellar
You'll be taken care of if you admit that you're a yellar
Admit that you're a yellar, you admit that you're
You're yellar, you're yellar, you're yellar, you're yellar
You're yellar, you're yellar, you're yellar, you're yellar
Yellar, you're yellar, you're yellar, you're yellar
Yellar, yellar, yellar, yellar, yellar
3.What's Behind Your Coat？
Lyricist：Billy Campion, Patrick O'connor, Bill Ryan, Brendan Ryan,
Clive Tucker, Mark Wike
He says that he's an honest man
Taxes not included
He's pinstriped and naturally tan
Tan from all of the shine
He's running under your noses
He says that he's a moral man
It's easy when you've got the money
He claims that he's a law abiding man
What's so great about that
When you control the law？
Let me see your hands
Your, your, your hands
Your, your, your, your hands
This particular feller says he's a religious man
And he sips his wine with reverence
His faith is locked in the can
And he drinks it down until it's almost empty
There's a rumor this one's a second class man
And pushed into the corner
It's all part of the suppression plan
This is after he ditched his wife and family
Let me see your hands
Your, your, your hands
Your, your, your, your hands
You say that you're a hard working man
And the rest of the world is lazy
You lead the world in production
All work, no play yet people are all fucking crazy
Tell me you're a proper man
Your manners overshadow your morals
You devised the suppression plan
I think you've got your soup spoon too far up your ass
Name that man, name that man
Name that man, name that man
Name that man, name that man
Name that man, name that man
4.Highway of Shame
Lyricist：Bill Campion
It's a nice day out for a stroll in time and space
Memories have married and they've laid their eggs
Right angles held captive by a square
It takes four to tango and a steady hand
But you let the past get so out of hand
Now when you're offered a seat you insist on standing
Wounds heal with time, come time
Wounds heal with time, come time
I felt a brand on my back
Go join the rest of the pack
You're a number, pick a number any number
You're hitching on a highway of shame
You think you're free but you're riddled with pain
Got a ride with a car crash, I caused it
Wounds heal with time, come time
Wounds heal with time, come time
Time to pop that bubble that you're in
It's gonna take a lot more than a pin
It's gonna take some revelation from a past life
You're hitching on a highway of shame
You're all alone and you're only to blame
All alone now, no direction, no emotion
5.It's a Fast Horizon
Lyricist：Billy Campion, Patrick O'connor, Bill Ryan, Brendan Ryan,
Clive Tucker, Mark Wike
All my bulbs are burning out
I've flipped the switch too much, too soon
Now, in the dark I just sit still to the rising of the moon
I would howl all night and all day
But the moon would not just go away
I searched too hard to ever find beautiful peace of mind
It's a fast horizon, it's a fast horizon
It's a fast horizon, it's a fast horizon
I am lost without a trace, the world's turning at too fast a
pace
Sun, you've lapped me a thousand times
I just want a settled mind
And to the stars who have treated me so kind as to have waited
behind
You may now go ahead and make me dizzy with your speed
It's a fast horizon, it's a fast horizon
It's a fast horizon, it's a fast horizon
And I'm on my way, yes, I'm on my way
Out of the door and on to the new day for the day
I'll just step back and study the dance, these feet are not
ready to lead
I'll step back and study the dance, these feet are not ready to
lead
No, this life, it will be my lesson and I too one day plan to
dance
With the stars that are filling the space but still I'm just a
child
It's a fast horizon
6.Light a Candle for Me
Lyricist：Billy Campion, Patrick O'connor, Bill Ryan, Brendan Ryan,
Clive Tucker, Mark Wike
Hello, I say, over here in this dusty old vase
Light a candle for me, I haven't yet gotten to the end of this
maze
There are no jeanie escapes, your rubs would all be in vain
But you could relieve me of my pain by lighting a fire in my
name
Don't throw my writings in it, you might just burn my diary
The only thing I left behind besides these ash remains
Ashes to ashes, body and pages
Let my mind live through the ages
7.Englewood
Lyricist：Billy Campion, Patrick O'connor, Bill Ryan, Brendan Ryan,
Clive Tucker, Mark Wike
I just finished putting my seventh drink away
A week now since her death and a drink for every day
Soon it will be fifty, I won't be worrying about ulcers
No longer do I dream and my mind is far away
I'm thinking like an animal, almost unconsciously
Soon I'll be nocturnal and knocking over your garbage
And I'll walk and I'll find solace
And the sun will shine upon me
Like a mother keep me warm
And my pulse goes
Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut
Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut
I see hallucinations of figures like yourself
I feel like I'm on acid and you're alive and well
Hope you get well soon wait 'til you see your new grandson
And we'll walk and we'll part in a nice way
Because I don't think I was ready
When you left so suddenly
And if I could just set this date up
It would out my mind at ease
To say the things I had failed to say
And my pulse would
Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut
Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut
Dirty water, dirty water, dirty water
(Drink it all down, smell the surprise)
Dirty water, dirty water, dirty water
(Drink it all down, smell the surprise)
Drink it all down, smell the surprise
(Dirty water, dirty water, dirty water)
Drink it all down, smell the surprise
I just finished putting my fiftieth drink away
I think, I've been patient and waiting for this day
I'll have another before I go into the party
I think, I've been patient in waiting for this day
After putting my fiftieth drink away
Forget the girl and take the drink like a real man
And I walked and I found solace
And the sun it shined upon me
Like a mother kept me warm
And I walked and I found solace
And the sun it shined upon me
Like a mother kept me warm
And my pulse goes
Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut
Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut
Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut
And the sun it shined upon me
Like a mother kept me warm
The sun it shined upon me
Like a mother kept me warm
The sun it shined upon me
Like a mother kept me warm
And the sun it shined upon me
Like a mother kept me warm
8.Dr. Jerome (Love Tub, Doctor)
Lyricist：Billy Campion, Patrick O'connor, Bill Ryan, Brendan Ryan,
Clive Tucker, Mark Wike
As the page gets wider this song gets longer
As the burden gets lighter the man become able
There's a hole in my pocket Elijah, Elijah
A hole in my shoe my skin hits the ground
It's all about living, giving and forgiving
Not about worry in a hurry make things blurry
Clear above the clouds all the time
I'm going to have to see you some more times
Dr. Jerome love tub, doctor
Dr. Jerome love tub, doctor
You've created your boundaries it's okay to explore them
Within the fences in your head but if you stray outside you'll
wind up dead
Tell me of your childhood, did you learn to take a shit right？
Did you always wear your pants this tight？
Was it insubordination？ An Oedipus relation
Why'd you slay your daddy？ Why'd you total the caddy？
You've gone above the clouds you've left the okay corral and now
I'm sitting in the tower talking you down to the runway
Dr. Jerome love tub, doctor
Dr. Jerome love tub, doctor
Although you feel much clearer, although you feel much lighter
Although you've pioneered those natives in those dark
undiscovered
Lands inside your head are waiting to pounce on you
It's the same thing with the spirit as the mental and physical
You're a fish out of water but still close enough to shore to be
revived
When I snap my fingers you'll remove your clothes
And climb into the tub with me
Dr. Jerome love tub, doctor
Dr. Jerome love tub, doctor
Dr. Jerome love tub, doctor
Dr. Jerome love tub, doctor
9.The Big Burn
Lyricist：Billy Campion, Patrick O'connor, Bill Ryan, Brendan Ryan,
Clive Tucker, Mark Wike
I haven't seen you since the big burn
Now you look like a Boston fern
We had a pig roast with the earth
And it spun on its axis like a pig on a spit
The older you get, the younger you look
Slide me a recipe from your cookbook
All lies, it's all axioms
That's life in a microwave, sign today
In a microwave, sign today
Button your lip, you're talking out of turn
Another cell out of your brain, another marble from the urn
Certain things we can't replace
Once you're a raisin, you can never be a grape
The entire world is counting on a team of scientists
To figure the solution if they do indeed exist
Fallacy and fantasy and anonymity
Turned on us all at once
Viola! Viola
Fricassee, rock soup every day
You can read it in the dead sea discs
You can read it in the dead sea discs
I really don't know what I'm going to have to say
It's only the beginning of a shitty day
What am I to do, and how am I to prepare
For the loneliest beginning on this day of despair？
I haven't seen you since the big burn
No you look like a Boston fern
We had a pig roast with the earth
And it spun on its axis like a pig on a spit
Everybody pickin' at it
Like a pig on a spit
Everybody pickin' at it
Like a pig on a spit
10.The Third Rail
Lyricist：Billy Campion, Bill Ryan, Brendan Ryan, Mark Wike
Dear Mr. Good I'm writing to tell you about my child
He's in the fifth grade and very dangerous
He thinks he's smarter than you and I and everybody else
So play him like a Maestro would play a cheap violin
Let him think he's the ringleader
Then in mid-circus pull the rug out from under him
My fear is that he's nearing the third rail
He's kneeling to another angry idol
And I can see it as his face is getting pale
That he's on his way out of this world
This sudden spat of insanity needs a good fat dose of humility
Otherwise a dictator will arise in class and rule by fear
So, before he gets too old to know what we're doing right now
Before he gets too old to turn a deaf ear, turn it back my way
My fear is that he's nearing the third rail
He's kneeling to another angry idol
And I can see it as his face is getting pale
Getting nowhere on no one's referrals
Getting nowhere on no one's referrals
He's on his way out of this world
He's on his way out of this world
He's on his way
11.The Doubter's Glass
Lyricist：Billy Campion, Patrick O'connor, Bill Ryan, Brendan Ryan,
Clive Tucker, Mark Wike
Color blast the beautiful
I feel antsy and political
Always doubt the cynical
They want to ruin the world
The air is so polluted
Like Poseidon's halitosis
All the bellies that are blowing it
Whose necks are hung with pearls
The time of our arrival
Is key to our survival
And I have not yet been bitten
By the flies of pessimism, 'mism
Castigate the criminals
Bury the subliminal
The overflow of undertow
Has got us by the balls
But I don't care about negative
Still it sells but doesn't sacrifice
Why should we all pay the price
To build these prison walls？
The time of our arrival
Is key to our survival
And I have not yet been bitten
And the doubter's glass is filled up, filled up
Say hello to sunshine
Say hello to sunshine
Say hello to sunshine
Gimme little moonshine
Say hello to sunshine
Say hello to sunshine
Say hello to sunshine
Say hello to sunshine
Say hello to sunshine
Say hello to sunshine
Say hello to sunshine
Shoot anything that crawls
12.Raga
Lyricist：Bill Campion, P J O'connor, Bill Ryan, Brendan Ryan, Clive
Tucker, Mark Wike
See the rain dancing on the snow
It writes the names of all the people going
To their grave walking one by one
Into the sun, into the sun
Traffic jam in the middle of the day
Headlights are on, I wonder where they're going
I stop to ask but no one wants to say
I want to know, I want to know
Nothing is fixed and the wind is sweeping
Sweeping up the bodies that litter the earth
See the rain dancing on the snow
It writes the names of all the children floating
From their graves crawling one by one
Out from the sun, out from the sun
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