Little Sahara

Don't let yourself be fooled by what the name might imply
The girl's a fluid machine you know she never runs dry
The way she's smiling there can only herald danger
Don't even bother asking, I'll never change her

If you plant potatoes you will get potatoes
There's no way around
She is awful grumpy, grumpy like her daddy
She didn't lick it off the ground

Who? Little Sahara
Hoo. Little Sahara

I'd have her waiting table by the time she's twenty.
Paying off the mortgage for her uncle Lenny.
But her daddy don't understand he said that he'd call me son
Only over his dead body and he's the one with the shotgun

If you plant potatoes you will get potatoes
There's no way around
She is awful grumpy, grumpy like her daddy
She didn't lick it off the ground

Who? Little Sahara
Hoo. Little Sahara

Bring

Hold my breath for me awhile I try to get my legs to hold me steady there was something I was supposed to do tomorrow, run on sentence I knew better last time also. Another favour for the taller sister dilettante

I run a tight ship sinking and no one runs for cover
I don't remember thinking about you as a lover

Bring, bring, bring me silver
Take the weight away and send for Margaree
Bring, bring, bring me smoke
Late again, just wake me up and let me be

Hold the fort a little tighter I am getting anxious. Create a border between disappointment and that appointment. Sixty-nothing, well, I didn't ask you didn't offer. A rich kid primadonna, two year tits and charm piranha.

I run a tight ship sinking and no one runs for cover.
I don't remember thinking about you as another

Bring, bring, bring me silver
Take the weight away and send for Margaree
Bring, bring, bring me smoke
Late again, just wake me up and let me be
Bring, bring, bring me folly
Cut my liver out and chain me to the mast
Bring, bring, bring me lead
Build me a cabinet fill it full of things I will outlast

I Never Meant

I never meant to take heroin I didn't want this pain to begin
Thought I was driving straight to the store, turns out I ended up picking up that whore

Now I got a social disease, now I'm drowning in a sea of misery

I never meant to take LSD. I'll never live to a hundred and three
Won't be a midget on the Isle of Mann. Won't be a spaceman wih a number 9 plan

Now I got a mental disease, now I'm drowning in a sea of misery

I never meant to hit the big man. I didn't want to see him sent to the can
I didn't want my ribs and jaw broke. I didn't want my drunkness to go

Now I got a disability, now I'm drowning in a sea of misery.

Where Did The Kid Go?

Every day I wake up. Every day I fake it
The clothes that I am wearing. The contradictions glaring
I feel people staring at me, I feel I'm off balance
A growing paranoia, am I unbalanced

You need money to get along, now's no time to be singing some song
Ooh, where did the kid go?

Flying my spitfire I think I'll take it higher
Then I finally lost consciousness and I woke up in a world of shit
Where everyone is a liar and nobody can cry
I guess he said he was better off dead
Couldn't take a holiday even in his head

You need money to get along, now's no time to be singing some song
Ooh, where did the kid go?

I wish that I was five, surrounded by brothers and sisters
Mother and father nursing my blisters but now I've signed a contract
I'm surrounded by hustlers and grifters
Getting pulled off behind the bush doesn't mean you can have what I'm worth

You need money to get along, now's no time to be singing some song
Ooh, where did the kid go?

Don't want to get out of bed. Don't want to wash my hair
Don't want to pick up the phone, just want to be alone
Don't want no part of your corporation, I know I'm under investigation
Don't want no part of your corporation, I know I'm under investigation

N.F.B.S.G.

I am the National Film Board Security Guard
My job is to guard Canada's films
Films about the buffalo, films about the railroad
Films about the Iroquois and Norman Bethune
Films about the Iroquois and Norman Bethune

And though I'm all alone, I don't feel alone
And though I'd like to phone there's no one to phone
I do my rhymes all night and I turn the boilers on,
I love my job

Now that I'm on U.I. I sit at home alone and I cry
I receive a hundred and eight dollars a week
I get up in the morning and lament in the evening
That I can't be guarding Canada's films

I miss my coffee breaks. I miss staying awake
I wish that I could greet the courier again
I wish that I could greet the bread man again

And though I'm all alone, I don't feel alone
And though I'd like to phone there's no one to phone
I do my rhymes all night and I turn the boilers on,
I love my job

I am the National Film Board Security Guard
My job is to guard Canada's films
Films about the buffalo, films about the railroad
Films about the Iroquois and Norman Bethune

I am the National Film Board Security Guard
My job is to guard Canada's films
I haven't got a gun and I've been advised to run
If you come to conquer Canada's films

The Greatest Story Ever Told

These Four are Fantastic.
They started their very own space program
They had to beat the Russians
Because they are American
A space storm of deadly gamma radiation
It changed them gave them special powers
On fire one of them started stretching long
The lady had special mental powers
With pure thought she could bend bars of iron, and the newspaper said

The damage is so extensive, I don't know how much longer you'll live
You're looking so apprehensive and talking so optimistic
Even household pets look cryptic with you acting such a dipstick
We can barely afford the warehouse and strangers come here to get soused

Meanwhile in the alpines of Latvia
There dwelt there a certain doctor Doctor Doom
His weapon was his very big brain yeah
His problem, well he's going insane again
And with an army of deadly robots
More dangerous than the threat of communism
In his way, stands the Fantastic Four
The journalists say that there's gonna be a war
The journalists say that there's gonna be a war
And the newspaper said

The damage is so extensive, I don't know how much longer you'll live
You're looking so apprehensive and talking so optimistic
Even household pets look cryptic with you acting such a dipstick
We can barely afford the warehouse while strangers come here to get soused

Samantha

Hear me cry.

Samantha when I got back home from the Oscars I was so shocked to find your note on my doorstep, believe you me salty tears filled my eyes. And though elated from the zest and the zeal of the major metropolitan American event, I have to admit, you decapitated a piece of my heart. Samantha, I know you have to be free, I know you have to pursue your life-long dreams of being a famous European fashion designer. But Samantha, that doesn't stop me from waking up in the middle of the night calling your name, holding the phone and dialing a number that no longer exists

253-6769

Hoooo

Samantha, Samantha, Samantha, Samantha

Hear me cry

Samantha I remember the first time we met in that black and white photo gallery in New York City and we were studying pictures of landscapes and a picture of the moon seemed to bewitch us both. We went back to my penthouse later that night for a fine Szechuan stir-fry and a beautiful bottle of brandy. But now, Samantha, I sit at home alone, no more stir-fries, no more brandy, I drink ale and eat pretzels. But Samantha, that doesn't stop me from waking up in the middle of the night calling your name, holding the phone and dialing a number that no longer exists

253-6769

Hoooo

Samantha, Samantha, Samantha, Samantha

Deadeye Dick

Mommy said that radiation would kill her
But it didn't even bother her all those brain tumours
She still had the time to critique the arts center
And now I am wealthy cuz my mommy was poisoned.

Daddy enjoyed spending time with Hitler
Discussing watercolours over schnapps and schnitzel
Flying the Swastika in the state of Idaho
An upper-class twit but the uniform thrilled him

Daddy said I can use the gunroom any time I like
Dadyy said I can use the gunroom any time I like
Deadeye Dick

Then I had murdered a mother and child
I catered to my parents and my sex is denial
Did nothing creative just protected a cash till
Worked graveyards for years and then I bought the Mercedes.

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