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Let's smoke some reefer
Have a little party
Let it roll for the good times
'Cause they may never come around again
Your life it sucks
Got in a fight with your girlfriend
All she wants to do is pretend
That you're some motherfucking guy you ain't
And your job it sucks
Got in trouble with the boss again
All he wants to do is pretend
That you're some motherfucking guy you ain't
Let's smoke some reefer
Have a little party
Let it roll for the good times
'Cause they may never come around again
Your truck broke down
Middle of the interstate
Not a punk ass anywhere
To help a motherfucker out
Ain't no police
Seen one at the gas n go
Thirty five miles or so
To give a high flying fuck
Let's smoke some reefer
Have a little party
Let it roll for the good times
'Cause they may never come around again
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2. |
Drivin' Again
02:52
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I drove my truck right on down to the water
Right up to the Chesapeake Bay
Stared out at my destiny fading
Spun out on that slick Maryland clay
Everyone spends their time a-yelling
Listening a thing of the past
Harass me with verbal gymnastics
And stupider opinions than that
So hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
Hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
What are the terms of a failure
Then again who really cares
Strip every word of its meaning
Stretch out and bathe in the glare
So hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
Hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
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3. |
Day to Day
03:54
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I'm thinking of a thing from long ago
I don't know what it is
And I'm looking at my life just like it's something
That I can not give
I don't give a shit
For anything at all
Oh no
Oh no
I made a record before I could even buy a beer
By the time I was 22 I'd played more shows than I could hear
Sang in smoke filled rooms
And drank for free all night
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
I seen 'em come and go I seen 'em rise and fall
I've made a billion fliers and made a million calls
I went from the mailing list to emails to evites
But it ain't no different if you're signing through the night
Alright
I been around this whole damn world
It's bigger than the sky is wide
But one thing everywhere is when everything seems just right
Play the night away
And sing everyday
Every day
I'm thinking of a thing from long ago
I don't know what it is
And I'm looking at my life just like it's something
That I can not give
I don't give a shit
For anything at all
I'm just day to day
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4. |
To Be a Badass
02:41
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My lifelong quest is to be a badass
But it's made a mess of my whole damn life
Oh to be to be a badass
Or to be a chump
That is lifeI've been around
I've seen the worst
That folk can do
And do to you
Such a shame
Here in this rat's nest
That is this life
That is this life
It's time to go
To get to gettin'
It's a bit more fun
When you just don't care
Everything conspires with nothing
All the time everywhere
I can’t recall the sound of laughter
If when it’s free for all to hear
I can’t recall I just can’t remember
So I have to ask you
What’s it like to fear
And when it’s done and when it’s over
Then I will laugh and I will cry
Because then I won’t have to wonder
Or ask the question
What’s it like to die?
My lifelong quest is to be a badass
But It’s made a mess of my goddamned life
Oh to be to be a badass
Or to be a chump
That is life
Don’t be a chump
Take my advice.
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5. |
John McKaye Am I
06:42
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You know I saw my momma cry when I sailed across the sea
To the new world to see what's in store for me
I never again will see the Irish countryside
Or Sally Maclennane why she should have been my bride
All because I shot that British soldier twixt the eyes
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You know I don't feel like a terrorist I feel like a stout
My brother's IRA but me I'd rather gad about
That British soldier touched my Sally Maclennane
He shouldn't even be here so I shot that prick and ran
To the states one day I'll bring my
Sally here to me
I will make my home where the whiskey won't run dry
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One misty day in Canton Sally came to me
I kissed her on her soft pink lips and held her close to me
Then she through me on the bed and kicked me in the spleen
It turns out all along Sally was working for the queen
She asked if I had any last words before I died
And I said
"John MacKaye am I
And I'm proud I shot that British soldier right between the eyes!"
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6. |
Open Road
03:47
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I want an open road I want to drive away
But nobody got a second chance
Giving up too fast I want to play my hand
But nobody got a second chance
I Will crawl to you
I will die for you
But I warn you
I cry too
I want an open road where the wind it sings out loud
A tune that's meant to drown another's pain
I need an open road I got to fly away
'Cause the pressure's enough to drive a man insane
What'd you say to me
Oh why can't I see
What's so goddamn wrong with me
Oh why can't I see
Break it down
I want an open heart so I can say just what I feel
But it's hard to start when you got to sonic boom
I want an open book I got to write my story true
So the end won't eber no never come too soon
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7. |
Let Me Plug Your Product
06:43
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Save you bucks jingle time
For your jeans here's a rhyme
And your beers any kind
Buy them all I don't mind
Here's some shampoo for you
Conditioner too here for you
Save you time jingle bucks
Sing for a dime it really sucks
Product I'm a product
You're a product
We're all product yeah
Let me plug your product for you
I'll do anything you tell me to
Pepsi and Miller and my 501 Blues
7-Eleven, Budweiser and Nike shoes
Give me a check and I will sing for you
Art translates money consumer product too
Product
I don't know the truth but then who does
Maybe all I've know is lies, never was
How can you lead when you're blind, deaf, and dumb
Everyone else just looks out for number one
Product
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8. |
Home is Home
03:56
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No man can catch her eyes
She don't think much of guys
With their macho bullshit talking trash
To her it just ain't funny, man
She's made her way to Beta 9
She heard New Earth's a damn good time
She's seen it
Yet she's coming back again
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Them love machines are fine for some
When you're all filled up with Martian rum
With their whizzing gears sometimes
Why they seem just like a person
But they don't talk and they don't laugh
Unless the program tells them to
It really ain't spontaneous
But most the folk just don't care
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No man can catch her eye
Nor r-600s with custum thighs
But loves where you can get it
Take that plunge and don't regret it
Her eye is roving still
Forever, man, it will
Every day's an oppurtunity
That's all she wants to see
She leaves New Earth alone
Might as well go back home
At least her home is home
Home is home
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9. |
Dirty Shame
04:52
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What a shame
Dirty shame
All the same
Dirty shame yeah
It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame
Lordy me
Glory be
Mercy me
Glory be yeah
It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame
JOE!
Holy shit
It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame
Oh looky here
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10. |
John MacKaye Reprise
04:46
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Dave and Brian, as the band Society Fringe Players, are psychedelic punk rock opera hillbillies who are using this podcast to roll out their 84 song narrative entitled THE BIG OPERA.
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