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The Acclaim
04:25
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I shot a movie, it was a bomb
Even the hangers-on didn't hang on
I scored an opera, nobody came
The prima donna said that I was to blame
I cut a record, it didn't sell
My car radio told me to go to hell
I wrote a book on the death of print
The publisher said to take the hint
My self-portrait, it was still wet
The gallery flushed it down the toilet
I danced around, in my underwear
The New York Times said, "Why Should We Care?"
I am prepared to receive the acclaim that I deserve
I am happy to acknowledge the applause that I deserve
I am ready to accept the award that I so clearly deserve
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2. |
Blue Car Graveyard
03:45
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Well they're covered in mud
And they're coughing up blood
They're just buckets of rust
The pistons ready to bust
It's the blue car graveyard
Well they're way past their prime
They can't stop on a dime
They're decrepit and old
And they're blue from the cold
It's the blue...
They ride in single file
Down past the miracle mile
They're in need of a lube
They'll end up as a cube
In the blue car graveyard
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3. |
All In All
03:55
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4. |
The Fish Upstairs
03:35
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I hear him in the morning
Doin' his exercise
Floppin' around the living room
Workin' on his thighs
He's up til' way past midnight
Splashin' in a pail
Blowin' on his trombone
Practicin' his scales
Ooh, ooh, the fish upstairs
He doesn't pay the rent
Like some ectothermic squatter
If he don't chip in
I'll be underwater
I got some news for Nemo
He better take the bait
I better see some clams
Or he ends up on a plate
Ooh, ooh, the fish upstairs
He's got until next Fry Day
Or I'm callin' the police
I got a school of flounder
Ready to sign a lease
You know I'm gonna get
What's comin' to me
You think that you're the only
fish in the sea?
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5. |
Ladies & Gentlemen
04:40
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6. |
Mrs. Bezier's Curves
03:26
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Old Father McKenzie
Got the dreaded call
Cuz Bishop McVinney
Wasn’t pleased at all
The altar boys are striking
The Deacon’s up in arms
The organ player’s bitching
About the choice of psalms
We think it’s time to retire
You’re only preaching to the choir
They cancelled holy communion
You drank up all the wine
You fell asleep in confession
It happens all the time
You’re hanging out at the convent
And hitting on the nuns
Sister Gertrude hasn’t felt that way
Since 1971
We think it’s time to retire
You’re only preaching to the choir
So Father Mckenzie
With a tear in his eye
Made the final arrangements
And said his last goodbyes
And now you’re leading the chorus
At St. Peter’s in Rome
You’re drinking buddies with Francis
It’s so nice to come home
We’re happy now you retired
No more preaching to the choir
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8. |
Those Far Distant Days
02:52
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9. |
Levee Death Song
03:28
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10. |
Filler Song
04:33
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The band had wrapped it up
The cases in the van
Headed for the afterparty
One more LP in the can
But the label was hungry
“We need more buck for the bang”
A deep track for the flip side
Less yin and more yang
And that’s how I was born
I am the filler song
I just go on and on and on
I’m seven minutes too long
Outtake, demo, extended jam
We can’t help being who we am
Mono mix or take 32
For the love of Spector
They know not what they do
The riff was pure Bo Diddley
With a touch of gritty glam
First take was a keeper
Toss the gear back in the van
The record never charted
Headed for the cutout bin
Where a college DJ found it
And gave me a spin
And then I was reborn
Now I’m a killer song
It may not last for long
But it’s where I belong
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11. |
The Model
03:40
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