Leery eyed and [feeling scared] [When worry map,] crash course in head [Eyes, eyes close] (I think he says here something like: 'I
') [Eyes close] In the day of [moruch] (What's 'moruch'? I can't find that word in my dictionary) She's not in touch Man of bizarre extremes Head of lies is they lost ('is they lost' doesn't make sense) Love machine Somebody's for his train [The horn and] windshield She leads by his side (I think it's 'she cleans') Head cracked Will to live Ordinex bride (I think he says 'old neck's' or something like that) Leery eyed [and feeling scared] Head into the light (or 'heading to the light) [Say won't you give the spoon to him] [The horn] and windshield She leads by his side ('cleans' here too) Head cracked Will to live Ordinex bride (and 'old necks') [Ordinex bride] [Ordinex] (he's saying something different here) White liquid
He sits under a tree, awaits patiently. Revenge to all that stormed him down, a freak in the cage. Pay to see, his horror is staged, they laugh. Dolphin and melted wax, skin that cracks. Lover of poetry and the rain, he's allowed one walk on a leash. He sits under a tree, smiling happily. It will all be done, before the sun. Bones crushed to pink liquid.
The canoe toast and marmalade, her umbrella for the shade. A picnic on a day, of red lips and sunshine. She whispers, desire He quivers, silvergun in the basket. Another carcass in the casket. Well done, Blacktongue. Fall in love with the next victim. Open heart, allows to be kissed on. He drives content, car explodes, he's heaven sent. She whispers, desire. He quivers, car bomb timer blown to bits by no one finer. Well done, Blacktongue Old now she lays in bed. He appears, a man thought dead. Smile teeth, ohh shimmer, silver gun he delivers. Goodbye, Blacktongue. She whispers, desire. He fires, silver bullet in the head. She canoes to the land of dead. Goodbye, Blacktongue.
Released from the castle of the mentally ill, to a broken down shack on a lonely hill the wings and the mask are just as they were; Yellow and purple. Through silver clouds in slow motion, monarch Man sips his power potion. To a gargoyle statue of withering heights, the sirens cry with glowing red lights. Cascade to the parade of toxic flesh, Flapping wings disappearing evil things, the head lines read he's a hero. Monarch man the fantasy by Mr. Zero; Mr. Zero and the castle of the mentally ill Does a butterfly stroke off the window cill, Through silver clouds in slow motion, To the butterfly heavens of withering heights, The Monarchs salute with firefly lights; Yellow and purple
You woke up lost, Same as you were born What is the cost To try and make sense of your shadow; Paint a picture Of the way it should be, Colors arranged carefully Transform to canvas, transpose, You can't speak, daily you are weak, Quietly, you weep Inside the frame, on the wall You paint your heart, under the waterfall Paint your world, the way it should be, So you can understand What you see
Time moves slowly, when you're not happy Fingernails tear at soft pale temples Pain meter reads, you're close to a breakdown Sit in the chair swallowed by sorrow Forecast tragic tomorrow Frozen lake, a life in numb water Unable to hold anything dear Squeezing the eye in hope for a tear Misery alarm, misery alarm, needle to arm Sit in the chair swallowed by sorrow Forecast shame tomorrow Frozen lake, a life in numb water A daily cold ache, slowly slaughtered Minds blissful nod rides the paisley trolly The clock melts slowly paints Salvador Dali
The television flickers, From behind the raised [curtain] Minds [over] minds, Brainwashed by the system The system is controlled by one dimension bitter Issues tossed away like useless kitty litter Trampolines [over brain] (it's 'in summer rain') Black and white [deju poster] ('change new hoster', I think) Four-leaf clover rollercoaster [Yeah, that's the way] In [the test, can see the motion] ('in my desk (I) can see I'm your son' is maybe closer) [On my mind is now a notion] ('rubber mind of down notion' - that doesn't make much sense) Laugh the [brother, eyes] that stutter ('rubber eyes') Its 9-5, or you're out [of line] [Once you're headin' down the bout] Join service for lack of purpose [G.I. Joe] looks good Tic-toc [the bull-fat time] Cinderella-Barbarella Bale of hides that heave from low Marilyn Monroe in the velvet snow [They buy what there is] There's a hole world in me [I'm like the fishing sea] (I think this could be: 'I'm like a fish in the sea of air') There's a whole world in me [I'm like the fishing sea] The television flickers, >From behind the raised [curtain] Minds [over] minds, Brainwashed by the system The system is controlled by one dimension bitter Issues tossed away like useless kitty litter Trampolines [over brain] (it's 'in summer rain') Black and white [deju poster] ('change new hoster', I think) Four-leaf clover rollercoaster [Yeah, that's the way] In [the test, can see the motion] ('in my desk (I) can see I'm your son' is maybe closer) [On my mind is now a notion] ('rubber mind of down notion') Laugh the [brother, eyes] that stutter ('rubber eyes') Its 9-5, or you're out [of line] [Once you're headin' down the bout] Join service for lack of purpose [G.I. Joe] looks good Tic-toc [the bull-fat time] Cinderella-Barbarella Bale of hides that heave from low Marilyn Monroe in the velvet snow [They buy what there is] There's a hole world in me [I'm like the fishing sea] (I think this could be: 'I'm like a fish in the sea of air') There's a whole world in me [I'm like the fishing sea]
Stop the white car, shaded with rust Walk through the stain meadow, to the moss covered rocks A twist of the neck, the past is behind you In pieces, like Humpty Dumpty Part the gray sea, part the grey sea Wind blow away this weary
Like a raindrop, He falls from the clouds With the word of what's ahead And what's in store for future It's going to get cold, Now one will know old The thick air black, Causing skin to peel back And blood to spill forward Sex is a form of payment, Bone's click against bones Sex is a form of payment Skin that bleeds, inhales disease Erects with the needs for skin, for skin, for skin Eyes that see, a world to a freeze Eyes that see, a world to a freeze
Another day, worthless [prey] ('pray' - it's impossible to say which word it is) [Some round facts, their so Mex] ('surround facts' maybe) [Neger tear inflates,] explodes to [blank] [Bring holy water or something to drink] ('brain lowly watered' this is one of the nearly impossible-to- figure-out parts ;-) [On and in] this land of [dance] Footsteps I hear from shadowless clouds Footsteps I hear from shadowless clouds [Carry me and flowers] so I can breathe ('Bury me in flowers') Stitch my eyes; there's nothing to see [Carry me and flowers] so i can breathe Stitch my eyes; there's nothing to see [Scrappy's] world ('Scrap this world' is better) [Open up] (don't know this) [Scrappy's] world [Sick again] ('set it ?' - or something) [Scrappy's] world [Open up] [Scrappy's] world [Sick again] Another day, worthless pray(/prey) Wilting hearts, translucent thin Another bag of empty skin, Goes straight through the air [Like lover alone that go] (another impossible sentence) [Of shadows up here] from shadowless clouds ('Shadows...here...') Footsteps I hear from the clouds above Bury me in flowers, So I can breathe Stitch my eyes; there's nothing to see Bury me in flowers There's nothing to So I can breathe Stitch my eyes; there's nothing to see [Scrappy's world] [Open up] [Scrappy's world] ('scrap this world') [Sick again] [Problem's aid] to heaven Celebrate something Gravitate to heaven Celebrate something Nothing Celebrate nothing Gravitate to heaven
Your proud scars, you saw stars You drew blood, bathed in mud Physically damaged, what got in the way Your fists, meat tenderizers Pride crushed at an early age Vocabulary of rage, brooding, boiling, a snake, coiling Ripping flesh, no significance anymore Your skin sags as you lay on the floor All that you hate, all the meat you ate lays rotting
Version 1 A person never knows what they're into, Till they feel like they're up against I've got an invisible battlefield going on these days And though I can hear the screamin' and the Splattering, the pleading, ... and then ... laugh of The conqueror. I mean, I'm invisible And I find no place to turn Innocent pets shriek wherever I put my feet And I wander from corner to corner, from room to room, From bed to mirror, from challenge to cowering denial, All in a single spinning dream in that lasts forever Hating what I am for seeing what I could have been Loving those who are free of this nausea and disgrace I can see but I can't do I can hear but I can't see I know my name but I never want to say it Or hear it said I manage to contaminate 100 people a day, and all of Them thinking that I know something And they're right, I do But the joke is, I learned it 20 years ago And I haven't sweated in a moment's labor since Just layin' here with my hands crossed over my chest And my eyes closed My sleep, deep and driving me like a nail Deeper into another exhaustion I see ya, all of ya Hopeful, courageous, still a little naive Innocent in efforts center Gonna fail ya, anex all of ya And take your lives down a dark stream Where there's no comfort and less air Until your lungs collapse and your eyes bulge And you look down and see me watchin' from a distance It looks safe, but it's really only a small place In a hell that avoided you But until then, you're all peakin' Yeah, on top of it Risky and threatened with ruin and unconcern I don't know, like a, like a boat or somethin' You're standin' the prowl Lash to the anger housing and having your Conversation interrupted but not perterbed With those intermittencies Reasonal reyune and cold foam And I hear ya I mean the words are just audible No words that I want to send Loud-ended whispers and always meanin' the same Freedom that you keep so close to your heart Fuck it That's all ya say And I can see the strain of the effort Cause most of your blue lips You're absolutely nonchalant hero's the very best kind Your efforts aren't wasted I mean, there's many, many signs of approval But there are drowned out seeds of Exploding around you And sure there's somethin' that passes for life And there is life Are you are livin', and I think you get energy From the people stand for who you are And describing and copying for themselves What you're not And when others get you wrong, it doesn't seem To bother you at first sight And when you seem to have the capacity to say 'It's their problem.' Not that its inhuman to believe To me, I knew the whole thing backwards That need to elevate That tendency to build up Because, we know what wrong with him So I find the nearest dog shit to step in, Gum to sit on, or horrible belch to burp like, Like a compulsion I can't stand for anyone to be more awkward, Self-hateful, stupid, or inappropriate than I am But it's only a defense because with most of them, I don't care Not a bit In fact, I'm ashamed to admit that the Act of fuckin' them, confusin' them, and makin' them Feel superior to me Is my most malicious act Knock me down, and get zero Back to nowhere And there's my method of abuse for the deserved Mistrust and repulsion that I feel for about 99% of the psychological and spiritual lives of most Of my brothers and sisters Dog shit, gum, and bad air The problem is, it ends a big fuckin' problem The problem's being with that the ones we find and love I mean, it's nearly suicidal Because to those you love, 99% of the time You're in practice of dodging and distorting yourself I mean, you miss the switch When you're ... with the ones you love And, and then, the train rolls right past And then you begin to lack the skills that Make sense to those you care about You get uncool You get self-destructive, in a Viciously, painful way Too much, and too little at the same time I mean, you tell a friend not to hold his breath So, I mean, like I said A person doesn't know what they're into, Until they know what they're up against Figured all this out, right here Took me a couple days And I'll always feel so shitty trying to Communicate to anyone I love Long distance, short distance And I've learned to stand aside and Stay quiet most of the time So, I guess you know what I'm sayin' Being there in my life, Even if it is justified I mean, when you examine the people around us So with you, and with those I have, And those I will have, hell. They're the last people I would ever Want to see me like this Version 2 person never knows what he's into...till they feel what they're up against. I've got an invisible battle field going these days...and though I can hear the screaming and the splattering and pleading and the laugh of the conqueror, I'm invisible. And I find no place to turn...Innocent heads shriek wherever I put my feet, and I wonder from corner to corner, room to room, from bed to mirror, from channel to cowering denial, all in the single spinning gray minute that lasts forever . it ain't seeing what I am but what I could have been. Loving those who are free of this nausea and disgrace. I can see but I can't do... I can hear but I can't see. I know my name but I never want to say it or hear it said . I manage to contaminate 100 people a day, making them think I know something...and their right I do, but the joke is I learned it 20 years ago and I haven't sweated in a moments labor since. Been laying here with my hands crossed over my chest and my eyes closed. My sleep deep been driving me deep like a nail deeper into another exhaustion. I see ya.. oh yea! Hopeful, courageous, still a little nieve, innocent and efforts better is gonna fail you, and exult you, take your lives down a dark stream where there's no comfort and less air until your lungs collapse, and your eyes bulge and you look down and see me watching from a distance that looks safe its really only a small place in a hall that is avoiding you. But until then your off peaking. Yea, on top of it, risky, threatened with ruined and unconcerned. like a boat or something, like your standing the prowl. Flash the anchor and having your conversation interrupted but not disturbed, but those intermittensed seen freezing over you and cold foam... and I hear ya. I mean the words are just audible, the words i said loud and in whispers and always meaning the same freedom and you keep so close to your heart. Fuck it, that's all you say. I can see the strain of the effort convulsing your blue lips. your absolutely nonchalant hero but the very best kind. Your efforts aren't wasted. I mean there's many, many signs of approval. but there are, round out seas exploding around you. sure there's something passing for life and there is life and you are living it and I think you get energy from the people sensing who you are, describing and copying for themselves what you are not. and when others get you wrong it doesn't seem to bother you for a second. When you seem to have the capacity of saying "it's their problem". I'll bet it phases you at least to me I did the whole thing backwards. That mean to elevate, that tendency to build up because we know what we know is following us. So I'll go find the nearest dog shit to step in, gum to it in, or horrible belch to burp like a compulsion. I can't stand for anyone to be more awkward, self-hateful, stupid, or inappropriate them I am. But it is only a defense because most of them I don't care, not a bit. In fact I'm ashamed to admit that the act of fucking with them, confusing them, and making them fell superior to me is my most militias act. Knock me down get zero back to nowhere. There's my method of even with a distrust and repulsion that I feel for about 99% of the psychological and spiritual lives of most of my brothers and sisters. Dog shit, gum, and bad air. Problem is, and it is a big fucking problem, problem being under the 1% of the kind I find to love. I mean it is nearly suicidal when it comes to those you love. 99% of the time your in the practice of dodging and distorting yourself. I mean you miss the switch when your with the ones who you love and then the train just rolls right passed, and you begin to lack the skill to make sense to those who you care about, you get uncool, you get self destructive in a viciously painful way. too much, too little at the same time. I mean you tell a friend not to hold his breath. so, like I said, a person doesn't know what their into until they know what their up against. Figured all this out right here, maybe a couple days. I always feel so shitty trying to communicate to anyone I love, long distance or short distance. then I've learned to stand aside and stay quiet most of the times I guess you know what I'm saying, be an error in my life even if it is just a fine. I mean when we examine the people around us. Go with you and those I have and those I will love hell your the last people I would ever want to see me like this.
Ian Varriale - Stick Tom Butler - Guitar Tim Alexander - Drums Toby Hawkins - Vocals All songs written by Laundry. Except: 19 music by Laundry, lyrics by Don Majema. Published by: Launderland Music (BMI). Recorded, stressed, mixed, impatiently produced at the Log Cabin. Mastered by George Horn at Fantasy. Monkey's Wrench was recorded at Spoot Industries and the Log Cabin. 19 recorded at Ultra-Sound. Don Bajema - voice, words, wisdom on 19. Sorbet - purrrrrrrrrrrring Management: David Lefkowitz, 3470-19th Street, San Francisco, CA 94110 Tom plays Paul Reed SMith guitars Tim plays Zildian cymbals, Vic Firth sticks Ian plays the Chapman stick
All lyrics were typed in by SV, except for 19 Version 1 transcribed by Dave Sheen and Version 2 transcribed by Brian Galgiardi. The lyrics to Windshield, Hole, and Stitch were transcribed by Dave Sheen, but in parenthesis are comments by SV.