Hold Your Tongue (and say apple)



The Day It Rained Pigeon Shit

Man it was a hot day - summertime L.A. - Mercury saute - know what I mean?
But when I opened my eyes, much to my surprise - Lord it was a super white world outside
While opaque windshields - bleached out ball field
Couldn't tell the time 'cause the clocks were blocked
Yuppies on skid row - bums in beamers - losers in limos - Know what I mean?
Parking meters panicked - freeways frantic - from this pasty white reality
Though I saw an O.G. drinking spo'ty'otty - Or was it white trash forty to the head?
Up on the lines; the feathery freaks - One billion wings - yeah, the scavenger meek
Because it was the day it rained pigeon shit

The Valley So High

The valley so high - morality low - I lost my true lover all buried in snow
They peered through the lenses - she peeled off her clothes
They shot her in places where nobody goes
The sweethearts so lonely - they live on the phone - Reside in Reseda and cum to the tone
The valley so hot; the living so cool - Encino and Noho - Burbank and all
The mullets amazing - the vanity pure - the plastic so perfect - a silicon mall
The valium high - the vicadin low - the acid amazing and everyone knows
The coca so awesome in everyone's nose - the poppy so pure - a quadruple dose...
The valley so high - morality low - I lost my true lover - they cut off the phone

Black Eyed Blues

Whatcha been singin'? I think I know that tune
Whatcha been thinkin'? I do not know the mood
Black eyed blues - she got 'em, heard the news?
Heard the news? She got 'em; black eyed blues
Whatcha been drinkin'? I think I know the booze
Baby I'm thinkin' - I'm thinkin' 'bout yer blues
Black eyed blues - she got 'em, heard the news?
Heard the news? She got 'em: black eyed blues
Ain't no time to choke on sentimental shit - black eyed blues - I think I got it
Ain't no angeleno gunna resurrect - ain't no time to fix - let alone correct
Hey, what's hangin' babe? I haven't seen the noose
Got me thinkin' baby - thinkin' 'bout yer blues
What's been hangin' honey? What's the noose? - Ain't deranged - it's just the black eyed blues
Whatcha singin' honey? What's the tune? - Why ya smilin' honey? What's the use?
Black eyed blues - it's got you battered and bruised
Black eyed blues - it's got you makin' news
One less angel in this city of sun - Maybe I am just the only one
Maybe she is just too wonderful - She's too small to be big about it all
Now give me that left hand Andy....
I heard you singin' Jenny Jenny Jenny - heard you sing it plenty
But the city got mean as the angels had been when the devil plotted his course
I know you wanna get back to that big apple away from this big flat map and get back to that high
Where the neighborhoods know you and the sun never shines - 'cept in a smile
And the moon hangs in mute beauty all night
You got me humming your black eyed blues
And don't it make my blue eyes blue!

Queen's Lead Helmet

Woke up one morning - couldn't believe my eyes - Without a warning trouble was on the rise
It was a super sonic shaker or just a mad mad hat
And I really couldn't make her cut the power to the - Polychrome rubber metal machine device
Lend me your hand, dear - Giv me the manual - Polish the palm tree - magical carpet ride
It was a supersonic shaker...
Jesus can crucify me but you can't deny me the stainless steel
Wearing her jackboots, stukas were on the dive
Beautiful blitzkreig - really that ain't no jive
It was a supersonic shaker...
Jesus! You can crucify me but you can't deny me the stainless steel
Woke up one morning - couldn't believe the haps
Without a warning the toaster was in my lap

Sugar Breath

Up all night with baited breath - Cast the line beside the bed - Got me in another mess
I don't know the state you're in - You don't know the shape I'm in - Time to toss the towel in
Maybe it's the attitude - Up all night on bitter truth - Maybe it's my attitude
Sugar breath call - leave your candy coat behind - I taste the sweetness of it all
Sugar breath call - leave your monotone behind - When I recall she receives
Got a hundred ways to make the minutes crawl
Breathe inside the tone or don't say a word at all
Lord knows, it's a beautiful thing - To shoot the breeze is a beautiful thing
But to hear a siren sing - Mesmerized by a siren song - Make it last - Make it last long
Sing me your song - your twenty minute song
Sugar breath call - leave your candy coat behind - I taste the sweetness of it all
Sugar breath call - leave your monotone behind - I know the truth about it all
Sugar breath call - leave your candy coat behind - I know the sadness of it all
Sugar call - leave your candy coat behind - I taste the freedom of it all
Maybe you could set me free - Libido lobotomy
You're my late night / midnight dial - And I hang up when I die...

Gnashville

Son of a bitch, tore a permanent stitch in the deepest recess of my jeans
Take all you choose/pack a bag of yer blues and remember the pain of Nashville...
Look out the window of a ninety-five Ford on Highway twenty-four North
Unable to strut through the Tennessee moon on some lazy boulevard
Was it just my imagination or did pleasure turn to pain that night?
I think how... did the fire turn to blues that night? ....
Son of a bitch got a permanent glitch in the deepest recess of my brain
Took all my moves with the Saturday grooves and I left all my troubles in Nashville... shit
Maybe it's crazy to limp in the wake of some stupid dirty dive of a night
With a sweat drenched heart and a pair of dirty soles to boot
Was it just my imagination or did pleasure turn to pain?
And I think how did the anger turn to blues again?

Hind Sight

The practical people use their trash compactors
The beautiful people rely on Max Factor
And the hind sight of the blind mice is the butcher's wife with the carver's knife
The green grass that side ain't as nice
I guess I've been around the block
Of course you can tell by the size of my ...drink
But the hind sight of the blind mice is the butcher's wife with the carver's knife
The green grass that side ain't as nice
Look at you now: you're still alive

Ass Kisser's Union

Drown the masses in liquid molasses - bend over backwards U.S.A.
Batten the hatches and snuff out the matches - shake the greasy hand of fate
Ass kisser's union - ass kisser's union - see you at the local 96
Kiss the apple: the Manhattan hassle - the parasite hogs of Hollywood
Ass kisser's union - ass kisser's union - see you at the local 96
Ass kisser's union - ass kisser's union - brown nose banquet U.S.A.
Douse the fire - the fervor entire - nip the thinkers in the bud
Dull sensations for the X generation - too many singers in the tub
Suck on the bones of the mindelss drones - climate control U.S.A.
You're the pope and we are the dope and you couldn't lick us if you tried
Ass Kisser's union - ass kisser's union - see you at the local 96
Ass Kisser's union - ass kisser's union - see you at the local 96
Luke warm waves - memory saves - keep on smilin' ear to ear
Ass Kisser's union - ass kisser's union - brown nose banquet U.S.A.

Water

When I get to drinkin' water from the sink I'm tapping in the local reservoir
Then I hear the drippin': somethin' I ain't sippin' - Maybe it's the absolut water
Never been to Sweden - heard it's nice and sweet and maybe there's a pretty face at the bottom
Now I know the essence - the purity of essence - the precipitation - the oceans
What about the message through subtle iridescence - the mud and the clarity of water?
WATER! Maybe I'm furious     WATER! Don't take me serious
Ever thought a while - a Mississippi mile? Ever seen the tap water shuffle?
Never seen the Nile pouring from the sky and ever heard the sound of tap water?
WATER! Tap dancing water     WATER! Ball 'n chain water
Maybe it's the tickle of the solid volume liquid - the taste of getting wasted on water
Lack-a-brainical and uh supernatural - thought I could relieve the relative humility
And I thank all the banks of the big water rivers
I withdraw all my thoughts from their memory banks
And I cash in the thankful water
And I ache to owe to the H20
And I spend all my bread and my doe and my butter...
By way of osmosis I swear I saw Moses
He parted the sea of the eternal green glass rose WATER!!!....

Air Plant

Once a life... Cross the path... The sum of misconstruing math
Sanskrit or fiddle-faddle?... Fortune sublime... Muddling up my time
Why?... Why???... Fortune sublime... Muddling up my time
One a week in the shade spread water to drip wet

Formaldehyde

Memory's a goner - ran it through a gauntlet of fuck-u ups
Memorizing volume - soaked in green grass formaldehyde
Deep in yer spinal - maybe it's finally hit ya hard
Now I remember - left my head in the jar - deep in the jar
FORMALDEHYDE
Leapt in the pitcher - soaked my eyes in the liquid
Felt like a rich man - man, it felt like it never did
Deep in my spinal - maybe it's finally got to be
When I was down there, left my brain in the jar - deep in the jar
Send me your water - lend me your tears - Make me an offer I can't refuse
DOWN! DOWN! Wounded and wound up in vertigo
SOUND! SOUND! And it's safer than sour milk
Deep in your spinal - maybe it's finally got to y'all
Then you remember - left your head in the jar - deep in the jar
Send me your water - lend me your tears - Make me an offer I can't refuse
Saved like a fossil - mindless and mute - lft in the lab with the timeless dilute
Saved like a snapshot - perfect in print - Tonight I'm 20 - I need some fixitive
You gotta preserve me one more time!!!
Send me your water - lend me your tears - Make me an offer I can't refuse
Formaldehyde - make me feel right Send me your water....

Caravan

Night - the stars above that shine so bright - the mystery of their fading light that shines upon this caravan
Sleep upon my shoulders as we creep across the sand so I may keep this memory of our caravan
This is so exciting! You are so inviting! Resting in my arms as we thrill to the magic charm of
You - beside me here beneath the blue - my dream of love is coming true within our desert caravan
Sleep upon my shoulders as we creep across the sand so I may keep this memory of our caravan
This is so exciting! You are so inviting! Resting in my arms as we thrill to the magic charms of you...

(all lyrics copyright 1997 (BOJAL Music, ASCAP/Hi Jimmy Music, BMI) except Caravan lyrics my I. Mills (Mills Music))

Jon Wahl - vocals/guitar/harmonica/alto,tenor,baritone saxaphone/kazoo
Christopher Baggarozzi - guitar/brass finger guitar/backing vocals
Bob Lee - drums/backing vocal/tambourine
Rob Walther - bass/backing vocal
Andy Kaulkin - piano/clavinet
Produced and mixed by Jim Dickinson