@ALBUM: They By King Missile (Dog Fly Religion) Time wasted by Jonathan Chaffer I've done my best. If you can fill in the blanks or fix any errors, let me know. 1. Now (Hall/Dogbowl) 1:53 2. I'm Open (Hall/Dogbowl) 2:21 3. Mr. Johnson (David Keener) 1:53 4. She Had Nothing (Hall/Dogbowl) 1:56 5. He Needed (Hall/Dogbowl) 1:18 6. The Love Song (Hall/Dogbowl) 2:12 7. Margaret's Eyes (Dogbowl) 2:43 8. The Bunny Song (Hall/Dogbowl) 1:54 9. The Blood Song (Hall/Dogbowl) 4:01 10. Stonehenge (Hall/Dogbowl) 1:30 11. They (Hall/Dogbowl/Korbet) 2:30 12. When She Closed Her Eyes (Hall/Dogbowl) 1:58 13. Hemopheliac of Love (Dogbowl) 3:21 14. The Box (Hall/Dogbowl) 2:50 15. Fish (Hall/Dogbowl) 3:20 16. Leather Clown (Hall/Dogbowl/Korbet) 4:25 17. WW3 Is a Giant Ice Cream Cone (Dogbowl) 3:22 18. Farm (Hall/Dogbowl) 1:40 19. As I Walked Through Queens (Hall) 3:19 20. Hey Jesus (Hall/Dogbowl) 2:05 21. If Only (Hall/Dogbowl) 1:36 22. Double Fucked by 2 Black Studs (Hall/Dogbowl) 1:28 @SONG: Now Once there was nothing but nothingness Then something happened and now there is somethingness Now there is allness and tallness and smallness Now there is roundness, profoundness and soundness And silence and violence and now there are trees And CD's and disease And now there is now Now there is now Now there is now (Repeat) @SONG: I'm Open I'm open, you can enter me You can exit me, you never have to ask I'm open, open my head Cut open my head, take the lid off my head Empty out my head Plunge your hands into my open head Take huge handfuls of head stuff Make mudpies, make a sculpture Make a collage of blood and brains Make sweetbread and invite me to dinner Enter me and exit me I'm open I'm open (Repeat) You never have to ask @SONG: Mr. Johnson Mr. Johnson lives on the corner of our street And he laughs at our bell-bottom trousers and our bare feet And he calls us long-haired faggots as we walk by But we don't get mad, because we know he's uptight (Chorus) Hey Mr. Johnson Won't you wear this flower in your hair Then you'll start seeing Love is all around you everywhere Love is all around you everywhere I've known Mr. Johnson since before I was born But he still gets mad when we smoke pot on his lawn But we never get mad, we simply walk away He don't mean to be a drag, he's just brought up that way (Chorus) Love is all around you everywhere Love is all around you everywhere @SONG: She Had Nothing She had nothing to say She had nothing to say "Well, that's a start," she thought to herself And she picked up her pen and the small notepad And she laid down on her bed Paralyzed, she held the pen Oh, maybe eight millimeters from the page For at least a half an hour And then she thought to herself, "Oh, who am I kidding? I know I have nothing to say." She wanted to throw the pen away No, she wanted to take a hammer Pound the pen into her skull Blood gushes out like Old Faithful World engulfed in a red sea The final flood No, screw the pen Keep the hammer Get a chisel Sculpt away at the skull Reveal the ivory woman in agony Hidden within "No, screw those ideas," she said "I'm just gonna write," she said "I don't care if I got nothing to say I'm just gonna scribble away Until I find something" Yeah, but she's crossing out every other word She knows she's not fooling anybody She knows she has nothing to say Just like me @SONG: He Needed He needed more time He needed more space He needed more money He needed more friends He needed more music He needed more food He needed more drugs He needed more color He needed more sex He needed more mass He needed more height He needed more pull He needed more slack He needed to stop jerking around And get his stuff together He needed a job He needed a new direction He needed religion He needed a television set He needed some good advice He needed discipline He needed discipline He needed discipline He needed a ticket On the next train out of town He needed to try harder He needed less pressure on him He needed a T-shirt He needed to go to the bathroom He needed to chatter incessantly He needed to conquer universal themes He needed to wax poetic He needed an audience He needed a dancing partner He needed new clothing He needed a pet to run to He needed to feel Like he was getting in the way of progress He needed a dog He needed to get his apartment cleaned He needed to write a grocery list He needed to paint He needed a way out @SONG: The Love Song Faces on the walls Invisible faces on the walls Faces of criminals Faces of animals Telling me to cut up your corpse Telling me to paint in your blood Telling me to slice up your face (Chorus) Faces all over the wall Telling me to paint in your blood But I don't listen to them No, I don't listen to them (Chorus) No, I don't listen to them Because I love you @SONG: Margaret's Eyes Grayer than the widest overcast skies, these are Margaret's eyes Grayer than the cigarette falling on the sofa, these are Margaret's eyes Margaret has the grayest eyes I've ever seen Grayer than the cigarette she puts out on Grayer than the wall of a fallout shelter, these are Margaret's eyes Grayer than the face on the Statue of Liberty, these are Margaret's eyes Margaret has the grayest eyes I've ever seen Grayer than the cigarette she puts out on me She sits on the sofa Me, I'm lying on the carpet On the carpet She smiles on the sofa Me, I'm rolling on the carpet On the carpet There is a collar around my neck There is a collar around my neck There is a leash in her hand Grayer than the blood that flows from a snowman, these are Margaret's eyes Grayer than the cigarette falling on the sofa, these are Margaret's eyes Margaret has the grayest eyes I've ever seen Grayer than the cigarette she puts out on Grayer than the cigarette she puts out on Grayer than the cigarette she puts out on me @SONG: The Bunny Song Sometimes on the subway he felt like a little bunny rabbit With a cute little bunny nose And long floppy ears And a brand new submachine gun And a big bushy tail Because the little bunny wanted to kill everyone Because the little bunny wanted to kill everyone In the barn @SONG: The Blood Song I remember the last time I donated blood The nurse put a bandage on my arm. She told me Not to remove it for six hours The time was five o'clock, and at about ten to six I was having an early dinner with some friends In a pretty nice restaurant I was embarrassed enough that I had short sleeves on The bandage made me look downright silly So I removed it slowly, surreptitiously So no one would see Suddenly, a thin but powerful stream of blood Started gushing out of my arm It hit a man sitting directly opposite from me Splashing off of his head and onto the floor A waiter delivering a bowl of chicken noodle soup To a nearby table slipped, The bowl went flying and landed on his head I was completely covered with noodles And I disappeared Well, I learned my lesson that day And the next time I give blood I'll wear long sleeves And I'll leave the bandage on @SONG: Stonehenge I want to go to a place where nobody knows who I am And come back to a place where everyone forgot who I was I want to bury myself and rise from the grave and shower and shave and start over again I want to be somebody else again So I want to go away and come back and start all over again I want to be somebody else again I want to be somebody else again I want to be somebody else again @SONG: They They can put a man on the moon They can make soap out of people And food out of wood They can build machines that do the jobs of Billions of human beings They can feed the entire world They can go zero to fifty in Three point nine seconds They can grow oranges in the desert And tomatoes underwater They can predict or affect the weather Sometimes They can create a disease And then claim it's the cure They can build superconductors That will permanently alter The way they live forever They can make a coffee I like without caffeine They can blow themselves up or away Or the sun to explode @SONG: When She Closed Her Eyes When she closed her eyes She saw her planet explode When she closed her eyes She saw her head explode Then she saw that her planet And her head were one She saw everything When she closed her eyes (Repeat 2X) She saw everything When she closed her eyes She saw everything When she closed her eyes She saw everything When she closed her eyes @SONG: Hemopheliac of Love When I drive through the great northwest The snowcaps on the mountain tops A pack of wolves surrounds my truck And my fingertips are so cold All this beauty and all those wolves They surround me with their eyes so blue The mountains high, the wolves I love And all I see is you All I see is you (Chorus) When I see you I bleed like a hemophiliac of love When I see you I bleed like a hemophiliac of love I remember the blood I bled Those wolf-like eyes upon your head Lover, oh, lover, you tear my flesh And the wolves are at my throat And vapor is my breath in the cold Mack truck Surrounded by the wolves, they're the ones I love I'll bleed for them like I will bleed for you The never ending stream of love The never ending stream of love (Chorus 3X) @SONG: The Box They put him in the box And they gave him toys to play with They gave him the best of Beethoven And a bowling ball And they told him to invent games They told him to play music They told him to write stories They told him if he did these things They would let him out of the box They would let him out of the box They would let him out of the box And he did these things And he did them incredibly well But they didn't let him out of the box They lie (13X) This is what he learned When they put him in the box @SONG: Fish And now, I would like to speak about fish I have never spoken about fish before At least, not that I can think of So now would most certainly be a good time to do so After all, there's plenty of fish in the ocean And a fish in time saves nine This leads me to my next point @SONG: Leather Clown Back in elementary school Fourth grade, I think it was I had this friend, Ethan During lunch hour We used to go to eighth street For pizza and jelly donuts Sometimes we got an orange Julius Instead of a donut Sometimes we got the donuts But instead of eating them We'd put them out on the street And wait for cars to drive over them But the most fun we ever had was After eating Sitting on a stoop Exchanging sexual fantasies Sometimes they involved One of our classmates Sometimes It was a movie star And sometimes It was our teacher Who we both suspected Was sexually repressed Sometimes I claimed My stories were real Like the story about the leather clown She had short, spiky black hair Small, but perfectly formed breasts And was always kitted out In the same outfit Leather skirt Fishnet stockings Floppy shoes A big, red nose A pair of leather wrist bracelets With spikes A big, red smile painted on And a big, shiny horn Which she would honk and honk during sex Until she had an orgasm Whenever the circus would come to town I would tell Ethan all kinds of kinky Clown-domination stories Involving the leather clown Like the time She forced me to have sex with her In the little car Or the time She kept spraying me With the seltzer bottle Until I obeyed her every command Ethan and I We laughed and laughed at these tall tales But I could tell Deep down He was wondering Whether the leather clown Was really real or not And I would let him wonder @SONG: WW3 Is a Giant Ice Cream Cone Cherry on the top Like a nuclear warhead Nuclear bomb Gonna lift the trigger I had a Dog Fly Religion Neutron On a chocolate sundae Look, mom Fallout is stuck between my teeth Atomic toothpick Picks the ???? Clean it out Like a yum, yum, yum Then blow out my brains With a shotgun gun I had a smile Like old Jim dandy Radio, radioactive candy Yum, yum, yum Cherry on the top ??? and ??? and ??? and ??? Bloody tons of snot And blow out my brains With a shotgun gun Fun, fun, fun In the sun, sun, sun Potato dogs Dogs that fly Real dogs ??? ??? (Pluck out my eyes) Pluck out my eyes on Sunday Blow out my brains on Tuesday World War Three is a giant ice cream cone (8X) No more nukes, pluck out my eyes (2X) World War Three is a giant ice cream cone (6X) @SONG: Farm "Oh, how delicious!" The pig boy squealed As another rush of pure pain came over him Then Pig Boy declared "This is what Pig Boy truly lives for Pig Boy shall wallow And sing in the mud and the blood If only Pig Boy's eyes could be eaten by ants If only Pig Boy could postpone joy forever If only Pig Boy could become bacon boy Pig Boy is tired of the struggle." Just then Farm Boy came And chopped off Pig Boy's head As Farm Boy ate the bacon, He began to feel queasy "Say, Ma," said Farm Boy "Are you sure this pork was prepared properly?" "Why, of course I'm sure, Junior," Ma quickly replied "Why would I want to poison my only child?" Just then Farm Man burst through the door Followed by the baby Jesus "I think you're evading the issue again, Martha" The big burly man shouted accusingly "And I think it's about time someone taught you a lesson or two" "You tell 'em, Dad," said Farm Boy Who by this time was rolling on the floor in agony Farm Man stomped the boy into the ground Walked over to the stove and turned on the gas He would have lit a cigarette But he didn't have any He had never smoked in his life And this was no time to start He stared coldly into Martha's understanding eyes Farm Man began to weep And he asked Martha if she wanted to go to a movie They went to see Sallow They loved it so much That they sat through it twice Completely forgetting the baby Jesus Who was accidentally locked in the broom closet And slowly suffocated @SONG: As I Walked Through Queens The brick house The green trees The parked cars The rainy street The brick houses The green trees The parked cars The rainy streets As I walked through Queens I saw these things I saw these things As I walked through Queens The brick houses Next to the green trees Growing over the parked cars On the rainy street I saw the brick house I saw the green tree I saw the parked car I saw the rainy street As I walked through Queens I saw these things And I thought of you And I don't know why The brick house The green trees The parked car The rainy rainy street @SONG: Hey Jesus Hey, Jesus Where ya goin'? (2X) Hey, Jesus @SONG: If Only If only (8X) If only we could turn our heads into melons Then we could squeeze them and they would produce delicious juice If only we could turn our heads into breads We could slice ourselves up and make sandwiches If only we could turn our heads into cheeses We could jump into a mushroom omelet and make it taste oh so much better If only we could turn our heads into leaves of lettuce Hang out in the salad bowl with tomatos and carrots with some bleu cheese dressing on top That would be quite fine I think If only we could do that But we cannot We cannot turn our heads into any kind of food at all It simply cannot be done We must look elsewhere for answers @SONG: Double Fucked by 2 Black Studs (Chorus) Double fucked by two black studs Double fucked by two black studs Double fucked by two black studs In the back of Sophie's Bar (Chorus) I was at Sophie's Bar on Fifth Street ??? ??? This woman was trying to impress me or something She told me she had done it all sexually She had heard it all She had seen it all And she had done it all sexually She said she was jaded So I asked her if she had ever been double fucked by two black studs And she didn't tell me She just got up and left So I figured she probably hadn't (Chorus 2X)