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Lyrics to some of Babe's songs
Pleasure's in the Flesh (from Adora Ajara)
Tired of all the yip-yapping
Billboard sickness in my face, nowhere I can gaze
Want to head back, land of milk from my honey
Rocking motion just for me, lulling me to sleep
Drove the straight lines of the highway
Nothing to grab onto there, I could not stay awake
My boat's on the ocean, riding heady waves
Swelling ripples I reach out for something that can shake
Girls fall away, time for a woman
A soft warm place that I can make my home
Bone to pick with skeletons in the closet
Pleasures in the flesh that I can call my own
Get so worked up, I cannot slow down
Someone's got to put their foot down and get in my way
With no insulation to break my fall
Walls of plywood, bruised and brittle, both of us would break
Girls fall away, time for a woman
A soft warm place that I can make my home
Bone to pick with skeletons in the closet
Pleasures in the flesh that I can call my own
Mean darting eyes
Insignificant size
Clings to bony thighs
See how hard she tries
Try to get her to stay
The wind blows her away
She ain't got time of day
Or all that much to say
We're only going one time around
Gotta let go and laugh from deep down
Numbers are no way to measure
When you take it off I wanna find myself drowning in a bountiful booty of treasure
Posion the world to stay thin
Cigarettes make the look
Poison yourself to stay rich
Do you want to see yourself everywhere you look?
Laying in bed I don't wanna shiver
Warm blanket wrapped around me, feel the rise and fall
Holding your breath, you won't feel a thing
You can keep your moderation, I want it all.
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The Bully (from Adora Ajara)
Can anyone stop the bully?
I know he's big and tough
Can anyone stick their neck out?
Has anyone had enough?
Does anyone hate the bully?
I know he wears nice clothes
Can anyone go their own way
and stop following where he goes?
He's not just pushing you around
He hit your friend too
You can't just stay out of his way
He's laying for you
Can anyone see the bully?
He's out there robbing banks
Our undefended border may soon be lined with tanks
His appetite's voracious
He's eaten all that's there
He's coming for a water, our trees, and our fresh air
I know that things seem pretty good
and I'm causing a fuss
But once he robs everyone else
Who'll stand up for us?
There's got to be at least ten times as many of us
So why can't we do something about his justice?
Well, if we are all too godammned pussy
To trip him and slam his face to the ground
At least we can stop giving him all our...our...our...our...our money
Can anyone see the bully, he's buying up our land
He's giving us commercials, the stars, and sleight of hand
Smiling, winking, cheating
We believe it all
He's showing us the great view
Promising us we won't fall
I know that he's our biggest friend
At least that's what he said
Funny how all of his friends
End up missing or dead
There's got to be at least ten times as many of us
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Big Whores (from Live at Queen Alex Hall)
Oh, how I wish I could be one of this generation's big whores
I'd write a song cleverly disguised to not sound like it was written for a software company
Maybe the current target market for advertising for brand-new automobiles would be familiar with my work
And I would get paid to do the things that I stay home and do anyway in my spare time
With the unimportant exception that I'd hate myself and probably commit suicide
I'd be a savvy young kid jumping on the gravy train riding through the hills of the United States of Advertainment
And I'd have no friends apart from other sell-out losers who also have no friends
History books of music would remember me as absolutely nothing
But I would get paid to do the things that I stay home and do anyway in my spare time
With the unimportant exception that my songs would suck and no one respect me
I'm just a naive hippie living in an idealistic fantasy
Some day I'll have to grow up, cut my hair, and face the music
Like yuppie capitalist baby-boomer dinosaurs
Living off of their '80s Reagan-era, rape-the-land money
Driving in SUVs, listening to Jimi Hendirx, Janis Joplin, Bob Dylan, John Lennon
And Mr. Mojo Risin'
I'd settle for a big house in the suburbs, contributing to urban sprawl, proud of my career in dentistry
I'm easy to please. I don't read non-fiction. I don't like to rock the boat. It's all good as long as...
...I'm getting paid, which would demonstrate I'm a good guy, a productive, responsible member of society
Oiling up the economy, cheering on the war machine, while watching TV.
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