Motorslap

by Freak Seen (1991)

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1.
Down! Who's that knocking on my door? Who's that walking in my house? Who's that sleeping on my floor? Who's that stealing away my couch? People talk a lot and they say what they want. People walk inside and they take what they want. Spice it up with an adjective. Put you down with an expletive. Build your image 20 foot tall. and break you down with a wrecking ball. 10 foot, 12 foot, 15 foot, 17 foot, 20 foot megalomaniac. Down! Down! Who's that knocking on my door? Who's that walking in my house? Who's that sleeping on my floor? Who's that stealing away my couch? People talk a lot and they say what they want. People walk inside and they take what they want.
2.
What's happening in the White House? People moving in and out And none of them seem to know What I care about. Do you know where I'm coming from And do you know where it's at? I've been there a million times And I don't know for sure. What's happening in the black house? A lot of folks are fighting back. Kicking down the walls that keep them in Who wants to own a shack? Fly on. What's happening in your house? Is it built on shallow ground? Is it white on white or kaleidoscope No fences to be found.
3.
Well I've tasted all the bad things long enough And my baby brother's life has just been snuffed And a man kills a man who killed my brother With a chair that's hooked up to a generator. Some people's jobs never get finished. While other's lives just diminish. Well I've trampled through the flower garden And I've crushed a bug beneath my toe But the lives that I've taken to my knowledge Never hurt my karma for a moment. And the days go on... And the day goes on... Now you close the curtain But you can't stop the sun. And you can drown your sorrows And try to have some fun Or you can just go out And buy yourself a gun And blow it all away. And the days go on... And the day goes on... I ought to hurt somebody. There's a grey-faced lady with a burden And her back is breaking from the weight She falls to the ground without silence And she never ever leaves this place. Is it all just the same day? Is my year like a minute to your hour?
4.
Cataclyptic 02:31
Sitting at the table the brain loss is cataclyptic. Will it be different this time? I don't think so. Sucking on bottled space Hitting me inside my head Harder than a slap to my face But twice as damaging Lying down in my bed Waking hours are less alert Am I killing time with joy Or hiding my own hurt? We are in a desperate situation All around the world And all around the nation Lost the art of communication But laughing more and more Tomorrow I'll play the fool again To tally up another score. Spending all of my dough To make me feel this way. I guess I might have something to show But I burned it with a flame All the hours that I've spent On these fun and games Do they add up to a winning Or just go down the drain
5.
Passed a hill with tumbleweed on the right side Barbed wire fence split the land in two Cut away section to a flat field In a snow covered paradise. Dug a hole to the depths of the Skeleton Tree Cultivation of reality Arms are shooting through the wind Roots are digging in. Hey brother can you spare a dime cause you see I'm kind of broke. Been squatting here for quite a while and I got no better place to go. No home to call my own, no one to cook my food, No place to call my love. so won't you spare a dime? I reached in my pocket and I scrounged around And I found that guy and I gave it to that clown. I felt sort of good helping out that guy. Next time you see a hobo don't just pass on by Give dough!
6.
The sound of the city, as you probably know, is comforting sometimes. The normal sights just blend right in with your mind. Green grass island sandwiched in concrete paths Entice my eyes to reality Motorslap On the road, feeling the load, losing time Nowhere to go, pardon my show, feeling fine Picked a bone. Skipping down a flowered lane with daisies on both sides I passed by a window pane and grabbed an apple pie Whistled a tune so very fine went on my merry path Saw an elf and I rolled the dice Motorslap On the road, feeling the load, losing time Nowhere to go, pardon my show, feeling fine Picked a bone. Tension building standing tall Burst my bubble I've worked on Selfish greed turned purple Picked a bone out of your shellfish

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released November 1, 1991

Kristian Dunn - Bass
Tom Krieger - Guitar
KCA - Drums
Shane De Leon Sauers - Vocals

Recorded in 8 hours at Sounds West Studio on August 31-September 1 1991.
1991 Don’t Touch My Music Inc.

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