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Interröbang Cartel: The Last Days of the Crazy People’s Supermarket
1. The Sun! She Explode!
Lyrics: M Otis Beard / Arrangement, vocals: Kerri / Additional vocals: Everyone / Guitar: Manfire
2. Ballad of the Eire Canal (a capella)
Lyrics: Ranjit / Arrangement:: jwgh
3. Ballad of the Eire Canal (NES)
Lyrics: Ranjit / Arrangement:: swt
4. Green Meat Sandwich
Lyrics: TWillis / Arrangement: Talysman
5. Rewind (Simonesque)
Lyrics: Talysman / "Arrangement and Vocals: jwgh / Additional vocals: Kerri
6. * Peroxide Piranha (unclean version)
Lyrics: Stacia and Jeremy / Arrangement: Talysman / Guitar: Manfire / Additional Vocals: AT&T
7. * Fuck The Bees
Lyrics: jwgh and Zixia / Arrangement: jwgh
8. Planting Geraniums
Lyrics: Doctroid / Arrangement: Casey B
9. Not Bitter Blues
Arrangement: Charlie
10. I Wanna Get Your Cal-Dal
Lyrics, Arrangement: Manfire (baed on a dream about Gary Puckett)
11. Eighth Rank
Lyrics, Arrangement: Tagutcow
12. I'm Not a Tuba Player, But I Play One On TV
Lyrics: swt and Doctroid / Arrangement: Doctroid / Additional vocals: jwgh
13. Rewind (eltonian remix)
Lyrics: Talysman / Arrangement and Vocals: Talysman
14. She's A Geek Freak
Lyrics: Doctroid and Major Zed / Arrangement: Major Zed / Additional vocals: Doctroid
15. Captain Marvel's Lament
Lyrics: jwgh / Arrangement: Not R
16. Hole in My Black Levis
Lyrics / Arrangement: M Otis Beard
17. Editors at War
Lyrics: Plorkwort / Arrangement: jwgh
18. Rewind (ROKK!)
Lyrics: Talysman / Arrangement and Vocals: jwgh / Guitar: Charlie
* Not safe for radio.
Booklet front cover art: Kerri’s friend Robin. Booklet back cover art: TWillis. Inside photo: Doctroid. CD back cover art:
Window. All songs and artwork copyright ©2003, 2004 by their various creators.
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Booklet cover and page 1
The Sun! She Explode!
Ballad of the Eire Canal
She sits and sighs and pets her dog
It's cold outside, she wipes the fog
From the frozen window. Snow is fall-ing
From Buffalo to Derry,
Three thousand miles and more,
It was the first canal, me boys,
What dared to stretch offshore.
They said that we were crazy,
They said it was in vain,
For just as fast as we dug the trench
It filled right up again!
Oh! What a dreary day
If only she could go outside and play...
Her daydreams all turn summerish
She sits and sighs and makes a wish
That flies so high the eye can hardly foll-ow
Oh! Bring us a sunny day
Ninety-three million miles, so far away...
THE SUN! SHE EXPLODE!
THE SUN! SHE EXPLODE!
THE SUN! SHE EXPLODE!
THE SUN! SHE EXPLODE!
Burning buildings burning streets
Burning faces burning feets
Burning ears and burning hair
Burning water burning air
THE SUN! SHE EXPLODE!
THE SUN! SHE EXPLODE!
THE SUN! SHE EXPLODE!
THE SUN! SHE EXPLODE!
A dog is man's best friend tonight
Inside a dog there is no light
So wipe away that boiling tear
We'll all be safe and cool in here my dear
Some say you still can see them,
Walking o'er the waves,
Ten thousand mules, as many men,
Each one strong and brave.
And sometimes when I'm good and drunk
I seem to hear my pals
Calling me to a hard day's work
On the good old Eire Canal.
The mulewalk made of oak and steel,
The channel lined with stone,
But the winter storms in the mid-Atlant'
You feel right to your bones.
Fourteen good men died there
Just a-building Iceland Lock
And we buried them at sea, each one,
Far from land or dock.
The barges lined up on each side
To cross that first spring day.
The hundred-fifty waypoints
Were stocked with ale and hay.
And when in summer's heat they met,
The westbound and the east,
The celebration went right on
For seven days at least.
Eight years was all she lasted, boys,
Eight years, two months, five days.
I still recall the day they let her
Sink beneath the waves.
The sea was wracked by wailing,
The mulewalk shook with sobs,
When the Trans-Atlantic Railroad
Cost us all our jobs.
Green Meat Sandwich
Green meat! Sandwich!
Lunchtime! Deathwish!
Toxic! Garnish!
Eat It Eat It Eat It Eat It
Eat It Eat It Eat It Eat It
Eat It Eat It Eat It Eat It
Eat It Eat It Eat It Eat It
Vending machine carousel
RENEW!
Rewind
travellin' down the road, thinkin' about the
code,
and dreamin' about the days I spent with you,
you were always by my side when I laughed
and when I cried,
but you're gone now, and those memories
make me blue.
Booklet pages 2-3
in the chill wind of november, my life is like an
ember,
and a spark of hope is all that warms my soul,
to find you again, my friend, a message I will
send
to my allies beyond the galactic pole.
because my warp field generation
puts out so much radiation
my chronetic destination seems unreal,
I need dimensional assistance
to cross the temporal distance
and overcome the resistance that I feel.
I want time to rewind,
and send back my mind
to the girl I left behind so long ago,
you may think that I am dumb,
but I can hear my vortex hum,
and a change is gonna come, as time will show.
well, I know where I went wrong, known it all
along,
I missed my chance and now I pay my dues,
looking for a sign, wishing you were mine,
I live my life, but not the way I choose.
you know, I'm quite aware how people point
and stare,
they pretend my earnest mission is a joke,
you may think that I am lyin', but I saw agents
from Orion
slippin' nano-probe tracers in my coke.
I think that I should mention
that I'm leaving this dimension
for chronetic intervention, if I may,
I will scream out my defiance
in the name of temporal science
and renew an old alliance in yesterday.
I want time to rewind,
and send back my mind,
to the girl I left behind so long ago,
you may think that I'm insane,
but I will duplicate my brain
and put an end to all my pain, as time will
show.
I can hear my vortex hum,
I'm going back to where I come from,
and a change is going come,
as time will show.
I want time to rewind,
and send me back where I can find
the friend I left behind
so long ago.
but, time... time will show.
Peroxide Piranha
Oh look!
Oh look!
It's a terribly effete fagort name plus a bad
pun.
It's a terribly effete fagort name plus a bad
pun.
It's a terribly effete fagort name plus a bad
pun.
It's a terribly effete fagort name plus a bad
pun.
It's a terribly effete fagort name plus a bad
pun.
Fuck The Bees
Planting Geraniums
I get these headaches!
After these gigs!
They make me angry!
You fucking pigs!
They all irritate me
Talking on their folding cell phones
Instant message from the back row
And they aren't really here
FUCK THE BEES!
FUCK THE BEES!
FUCK THE BEES!
Lucky fucking you to have such a wonderful
band name.
Lucky fucking you to have such a wonderful
band name.
Lucky fucking you to have such a wonderful
band name.
Lucky fucking you to have such a wonderful
band name.
Lucky fucking you to have such a wonderful
band name.
Lucky fucking you to have such a wonderful
band name.
Stupid sinuses!
Why can't you go away!
Worthless Ibuprofin!
Why can't I get laid!?
They all irritate me
With their precious little theories
Make us happy little robots
All with happy self esteem
Now, if you don't mind, my little peroxide
piranha,
I am off to plug in amps which will peel the
pancake
makeup right off your hairless chests.
Hairless chests.
Hairless chests.
Hairless chests.
FUCK THE BEES!
FUCK THE BEES!
FUCK THE BEES!
FUCK THE BEES!
FUCK THE BEES!
FUCK THE BEES!
I guess I could stop playing loud music!
But that's just what they're expecting!
Or maybe it's the pengins
Hanging from my nose ring!
Maybe I could think of better words!
If my head wasn't pounding so much!
It's really hurting a lot!
I can't even think of a fucking rhyme!
FUCK THE BEES!
FUCK THE BEES!
FUCK THE BEES!
Booklet pages 4-5
And they could have been
Doing something useful
Doing something useful
Planting geraniums
They annoy me now
Driving like they're crazy
Cross the double yellow
Just to stop first at the light
They annoy me now
Standing clapping at the concerts
Yelling when I'm trying to listen
To the guys up on the stage
And they could have been
Doing something useful
Doing something useful
Planting geraniums
They're all criminals
Bleeding dry the corporation
Hiding in corrupt accounting
You won't take your pension home
They're all criminals
All their lies and their hypocrisy
Amend the constitution
Just to win one in the fall
And they could have been
Doing something useful
Doing something useful
Planting geraniums
I Wanna Get Your Cal-Dal
When I... saw you at the audition, my heart
skipped a beat
I knew at that moment that I was destined to
love you
From your face like the young Jane Pauley
To the painted toes on your feet,
That's why I want your cal-dal, Laurie my
sweet
Hey little gal, I wanna get your cal;
Hey little gal, I wanna get your cal-dal...
Baby... cal is short for calendar and it means
birthday
Dal is short for dial and it means telephone
number
Does your star sign entwine with mine, dear?
Are you a local call away?
That's why I want your cal-dal, that's why I
say:
Hey little gal, I wanna get your cal;
Hey little gal, I wanna get your cal-dal...
I'm Not a Tuba Player, But I Play One
On TV
I'm not a tuba player, but I play one on TV
I don't act like an actor, but I'm in the SAG
I've never starred in Hamelet, but I am a little
ham
I'm not Popeye or the son of God, but I am
what I am.
I was never lying when I said I would be true
And I won't pretend that I am not in love with
you
I stand before you naked (metaphorically, of
course)
There's no sticker on my Geo saying that my
other car's a Porsche
I'm not a chimney cleaner, though I've come
down with the flu
I'm not a latin lover, but ego amare you
I was never lying when I said I would be true
And I won't pretend that I am not in love with
you
If you could read my mind, oh, what a tale my
thoughts would tell
I'd give you earth and heaven but you'd
probably give me hell
I'm good at taking bad advice and bad at
taking hints
Kiss me and I will not turn into a handsome
prince
I was never lying when I said I would be true
And I won't pretend that I am not in love with
you
I won't discuss your politics and won't bore you
with mine
If you're nice to my lager then I won't insult
your wine
I've never been a roadie but I'll always take a
stand
I only wish that I could play a tuba in a band
I was never lying when I said I would be true
And I won't pretend that I am not in love with
you
She's a Geek Freak
She's a geek freak, maybe show him some
hooter
She's a geek freak, by the supercomputer
She's a geek freak, and she needs a nerd to love
tonight
With her freckled tomboy cheekbones and a
dose of female hormones
She goes looking for the doughboy with his
janky shirt and corduroy
Hair a nightmare, bad complexion but she's
404 on finding him
She's a geek freak, tries to be an attractor
She's a geek freak, at the breeder reactor
She's a geek freak, and she needs a nerd to love
tonight
...Copy down and copy down and copy down
and copy down...
Copy down and copy down and copy over in
your room and
Read it damn it read it gotta know it get it grok
it gotta
Think about it think about it learn to do it soon
Left cosets regular polytopes, knot invariants
and Cauchy sequences
Right cosets regular polytopes, knot invariants
and Cauchy sequences
Butterfly catastrophe, Grassman bundle
surgery
Normal subgroups regular polytopes, knot
invariants and Cauchy sequences
Well she knows he knows he knows it and she
knows he thinks he's got it
So she wants to get him somewhere tell him
she wants to see his software
She can't grep a spool in Unix still she feels
some real magnetics
So she tries the T.A.s later says as far as
commutators
Go she doesn't see the point so could they talk
about neutrinos
Maybe slip one in her pocket - maybe give
them both what they wanted
Booklet pages 6-7
She's a geek freak, get a little romantic
She's a geek freak, with a quantum mechanic
She's a geek freak, and she needs a nerd to love
tonight
Copy down and copy down and copy over in
your room and
Read it damn it read it gotta know it get it grok
it gotta
Think about it think about it learn it do it soon
Well she....
Captain Marvel's Lament
I used to cry because I have no gloves
Then I met a man who had no brane
And it makes me think about my luck
HOW HARD IT IS FOR ME TO
EXPLAIN!
And if I ever lose my hands
You'll see me jumping around
Yelling, "MY HANDS! MY HANDS! MY
HANDS!
OW! JEEZ! WHERE ARE MY HANDS?"
Because I'm lucky just to have my hands.
You see?
I'm lucky just to have my hands.
And if I ever lose my legs
You'll see my rolling around
Yelling, "MY LEGS! MY LEGS! MY LEGS!
WHAT'S NEXT, MY FREAKIN' NOSE?"
Because I'm lucky just to have my legs.
You see?
I'm lucky just to have my legs.
And if I ever lose my ears
You'll see me walking around
With a quizzical look on my face
Saying, "EH? HUH? WHAT'D YOU SAY?
I'M SORRY, I HAVE NO EARS! SPEAK
UP!"
Because I'm lucky just to have my ears.
You see?
I'm lucky just to have my ears.
And if I ever lose my tongue
You'll see me running around
Humming, "Hmm! Hmm! HMMmMMM
HMmMM!
HMM HMM HM HMM HMM!"
Hmm hmm hmm HMMMmm hmm hmm
hmm hmm hmmm.
Hmmm hmm?
Hmm HMMmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
hmm.
Hole In My Black Levis
I stumbled home this morning
I don't know where I've been
It seems like one night's never enough
For me to get my fill of sin
I got a hole in my black Levis
And a belly full of gin
Please now honey, won't you take me back
again?
Let's not get to fightin'
I can see that's where we're bound
Seems like one fight's never enough
Every night we go another round
I had my wedding ring in my Levis
Do honky-tonks have a lost and found?
Please now honey, won't you take me back
again?
Well there's a whole lot of barstools
And there's a whole lot of shine
There's so many pretty women
Sometimes I forget about mine
I don't know what I was thinkin'
How could I be so cruel?
I was so wrong, honey you were so right
And you sent me straight back to school
If you'll just bail me out, Colleen
I'm gonna get right on the Golden Rule
Please now honey, won't you take me back
again?
There's a whole lot of barstools
And a whole lot of shine
There's so many pretty women
Sometimes I forget about mine
'Cause there's a hole in the ozone
A hole in the bottom of the sea
There's a hole in my black Levis
There's a hole runnin' straight through you
and me
Booklet pages 8-9
I'm gonna stumble home tomorrow morning
I won't know where I've been
It seems like one night's never enough
For me to get my fill of sin
I'm gonna fall right off of that wagon
So quick it's gonna make your head spin
And when I come home honey, won't you take
me back again...
Again?
Editors at War
The night was dark and storms were near,
And thunder shook the floor.
The turbid air was filled with fear,
And editors at war.
With one fell macro, a paragraph filled
And BBedit roared;
And in gnus a poster was killed
In a single keychord.
Throughout the night, the titans clashed
And only dawn would see
If BBEdit crashed, by emacs bashed
Or who would the victor be.
Interröbang Cartel: The Last Days of the Crazy
People’s Supermarket
1.
1. The
The Sun!
Sun! She
She Explode!
Explode! (3:09)
(3:09)
2.
2. Ballad
Ballad of
of the
the Eire
Eire Canal
Canal (a
(a capella)
capella) (2:52)
(2:52)
3.
Ballad
of
the
Eire
Canal
(NES)
(0:38)
3. Ballad of the Eire Canal (NES) (0:38)
4.
4. Green
Green Meat
Meat Sandwich
Sandwich (4:28)
(4:28)
5.
Rewind
(Simonesque)
(3:39)
5. Rewind (Simonesque) (3:39)
6.
6. Peroxide
Peroxide Piranha
Piranha (unclean
(unclean version)
version) (1:57)
(1:57)
7.
Fuck
The
Bees
(2:05)
7. Fuck The Bees (2:05)
8.
8. Planting
Planting Geraniums
Geraniums (4:37)
(4:37)
9.
Not
Bitter
Blues
(2:47)
9. Not Bitter Blues (2:47)
10.
10. II Wanna
Wanna Get
Get Your
Your Cal-Dal
Cal-Dal (3:12)
(3:12)
11.
Eighth
Rank
(1:29)
11. Eighth Rank (1:29)
12.
12. I'm
I'm Not
Not aa Tuba
Tuba Player,
Player, But
But II Play
Play One
One On
On TV
TV (2:58)
(2:58)
13.
Rewind
(eltonian
remix)
(6:14)
13. Rewind (eltonian remix) (6:14)
14.
14. She’s
She’s aa Geek
Geek Freak
Freak (3:11)
(3:11)
15.
Captain
Marvel's
Lament
15. Captain Marvel's Lament (4:39)
(4:39)
16.
16. Hole
Hole in
in My
My Black
Black Levis
Levis (4:13)
(4:13)
17.
17. Editors
Editors at
at War
War (1:48)
(1:48)
18.
18. Rewind
Rewind (ROKK!)
(ROKK!) (3:22)
(3:22)
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cover
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