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Jackhammer Man
03:33
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The Devil should not scare you
Unless your heart's a rotten stump
This guy thinks he fell out of the sky
But really he's a chump
A vicious murder monkey
A fireball junkie
The king cowboy flunkie
Counting blood money
Under a burnt and branchless tree
At the tar truck factory picnic
A golden coin sun
shines benevolently upon
fat kids with big tits eatin barbecue ribs
And the freedom-lovin' folk are dancing in the smoke
of burning meat
And seven men blow blood through a black rubber hose
That's how their garden grows
In the upside down town upside down town
That's how their garden grows
And seven men blow blood through a black rubber hose
That's how their garden grows
In the upside down town upside down town
That's how their garden grows
And I'm a jackhammer man in a jackhammer town
And I'll hammer my hammer till the sun goes down
I'm a jackhammer man in a jackhammer town
And I'll hammer my hammer till the sun goes down
I'm a jack hammer man in a jack hammer town
and I'll hammer my hammer till the sun goes down
I'm a jackhammer man in a jackhammer town
and I'll hammer my hammer till the sun goes down
I'm a jackhammer man in a jackhammer town
And I'll hammer my hammer till the sun goes down
I'll hammer my hammer
Till the sun goes down
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Fourth of July
03:42
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On the fourth of July we drove down to Montana
Drank a bottle of rye sittin at the border
Whiskey all night and Maalox in the morning
Watched crows eating breakfast on dead dogs in Browning
And if drinking don't kill me
Her memory will
Sung by George Jones
Twelve times in a row
On the fourth of July we drove down to Montana
In a field fulla fireworks a kid shot us with a Roman candle
Ducking and weaving for cover we ran
Feeling just like two soldiers in Vietnam
But I guess I don't really know
Cause I was too young to go
And anyway
I am a Canadian
On the fourth of July we drove down to Montana
Took more'n a day to get loaded on pissy American beer
Then I passed out on the roof of a metal shed
With fevered dreams burning in my head
And I dreamed the moon wept gasoline tears
And I dreamed Baghdad was on fire
While the Mormon Tabernacle Choir
sang like lusty Greek Gods
And children were devoured by packs of roaming dogs
And grotesque naked men with good old American know-how
Were sucking on the teat of a dying golden sow
Fourth of July and the sky is filled with fire
Illuminating a bloody coagulated quagmire
Fourth of July and I don't wanna die
When stars rain like rockets from the sky
I think I'll dig me a hole just about six feet deep
When the sky falls upon my chicken little fella's got a place to sleep
I think I'll dig me a hole just about six feet deep
When the sky falls upon my chicken little fella's got a place to sleep
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Sunday
02:25
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A pale peach sun glows through a sullen drizzle
pecking on a broken bone two crows
shiny like an old black telephone
in the rain
A burly back suit boy comes with holographic Jesus card
bluster tongue blabbing his jaw is working hard
and his face is shining red
got a big bulging head
The drunken barfly's story uncoils like a twenty-one foot tapeworm
all covered with shit
while the naked servant gyrates whipped cream upon her dangling tits
the men are licking it
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The Clarity of Whiskey
02:24
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The clarity of whiskey
is rarely sustainable
sitting like stones
at the breakfast table
pretty blue sky
smudged with smoke
we ate bacon and eggs
and nobody spoke
As the end drew near
to our farewell bender
and I balanced on my head
a vague agenda
to leave you
to leave you
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Holy Pies
04:35
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The swarming star-striped sky
is the place where they bake the holy pies
and the holiest pies are baked in
the swarming star-striped sky
but if the holy pies start falling from the sky
if the holy pies start falling from the sky
Then the bunnies might choke on honey
and the birds will say "I refuse to fly"
The milky river will run red
and your spinning head
cracks open like an egg
I just found out that heaven's in the belly of the sun
and apparently it's really stinking hot and dark in the
heavenly belly of the sun
but if the holy pies start falling from the sky
the holy pies start falling from the sky
then you'll eat it
and you'll like it
you like it
or lump it
digest it and dump it
you'll eat it and you'll like it
you'll eat your holy pies
and you'll like it
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Obituary
01:41
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I know the lady in the obituary
I know the lady in the obit
lookin kinda like a lizard a little like a hen
with a curled and receding lower lip
I know the lady who just died
kept a jar of home preserves
clenched between her thighs
smoked Cameo Menthol King Size
I painted the house
of the lady who just died
Her back porch curtain was blue plastic
cut into flapping strips
she had one lazy eye and wide load swinging hips
"You boys want a Coke?"
leaning from the window she would say
her husband died quite young
his name was Ray
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Teen-Age Drinking Song
02:29
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Once I drank a mickey of Smirnoff in about seven minutes
crouching in the bushes of the hospital grounds
I chased it with a can of C Plus
Then I went to the high school dance
and when that liquor hit me
I professed my love to a certain girl
we'd been friends for a while but she wasn't inclined
towards a fuzzy-headed acne-bitten
liquor sodden fella
A lot of people at the dance were drunk
including this one major babe
she was sitting in the bleachers slumped
her head held between her hands
the fabric of her dress stretched between her knees
formed a small basin containing the contents of her stomach
Well I headed to the cafeteria
where I ate some donuts
later that night I puked in my sleep
my Dad woke me up there was vomit in the sheets
he said "Have you been drinking rye?"
and I said "No"
and he believed me not because he was dumb
but because he wanted to believe his son
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Monday
02:37
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I think I'm gonna get rid of my heart and get myself a brain
it's a little more complicated it's a whole let less pain
think I'll cut my dick off
send it to the Pope of Rome
inside my empty pants I'll stuff a dried up turkey bone
gotta get up
go to work on Monday
Think I'm gonna get rid of my tongue get myself a gun
ain't so good for talking but it helps to get things done
think I'll light my head on fire
kill an important man
get up
go to work on Monday
I think I'm gonna get rid of my heart and get myself a brain
it's a little more complicated it's a whole let less pain
pretty girl's hate-filled eyes
burn holes in my body
my guts spill on the sidewalk
scatter like a basket of snakes
gotta get up
go to work on Monday
I like Chinese food but this stuff smells like an animal's bum
and the carpet rodent scurries in to gnaw upon the crumbs
Assistant Manager type
says I don't wanna gripe
but I gotta get up
go to work on Monday
I think I'm gonna peel off my skin sell it to a robot
I will be no one and the robot will be me
my naked soul will run away
unfettered and free
and the robot
will go to work on Monday
I think I'm gonna get
think I'm gonna get
think I'm gonna get
think I'm gonna get rid of my
think I'm gonna get rid of my heart get myself a brain
it's a little more complicated
it's a whole lot less pain
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New Possum Pie
02:27
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Well I done spent my welfare on chicken strips and liquor
weepin' Jesus on the cross I ain't never felt no sicker
Honey garlic, BBQ
26 of Golden Wedding
I got a hangover like a wound
need a sack to put my head in
I got me an offshore credit card and a really slow care
spent eleven days on the road from Nanaimo to Moose Jaw
livin' on Jolt and Twinkies
learned Judo from a tape
There's a voice inside me saying
"boy, this ain't the great escape
CHORUS
I'm too smart to really care
I'm too dumb to die
pass me another slice of that possum pie
I'll change your diaper
if I don't have to wipe ya
give my liver a punch
big boys don't cry
Think I'll get me monkey suit so's I all look like a flunky
find me a brand new job become a paycheque junkie
amass a wide arry of objects
for my better home
singing knick knack paddy whack
give the dog a bone
CHORUS
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Calgary Acid Song
01:15
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Once I dropped a couple of hits of blotter
and walked around Calgary all night
and the glowing purple cityscape
seemed like a bright icon for the future
Till the sun came blazing up
igniting fields of stinkweed
and I felt excruciatingly lonely and vulnerable
like an ant under a magnifying glass
with the rays of the sun burning out my brain
and I went and hid in the photo booth at the bus depot
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Worst Job
03:51
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A drunken pornographic stallion
berserk in a china shop
while the fate of mankind is balanced on a beer can cumshot
If the moon had a swimming pool
she'd execute a swan dive
the sun would she a single tear
if he had a solitary eye
The worst job I ever had
was eating shit out of a bucket
the second worst job I ever had
I used my face as a shovel
No - wait a minute
come to think of it
the worst job I ever had
was dusting all the candy bars
in a convenience store
Striving for a new tomorrow
can wear a fella right out
when the trees are growing backwards
down into the ground
There's a lot of bad men in the bad old world
digging deep and dangerous holes
driving cars built of flesh down crooked roads
don't you go down that crooked road
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Days of the Week
06:21
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Booze party Saturday
slack-jawed Sunday
Monday Monday
regularly a travesty
two-fisted booze day
Tuesday
Wednesday the sun is a poached egg
wobbling
up in watery sky
Thursday everyone is impressed by
the authenticity of the twinkle in my eye
Friday the sun is a bruise
aubergine
the sky is a one-eyed sailor
when words fail you
don't bother to speak
these are the days of the week
these are the days of the week
these are the days that I'm weak
The lord high king of jack-asses
skull filled with poisonous gases
pandering to his ashtray heart
meanders to the handy liquor mart
there are few things in the universe stupider
than a man with a head as big as Jupiter
daylight unflinching reveals
what darkness kindly conceals
dawn arrives inexplicably bleak
these are the days of the week
these are the days of the week
these are the days of the week
these are the days that I'm weak
and I'm in a daze this week
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13. |
December Rain
04:37
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CHORUS
December rain came
for seventeen days it rained
rain pounding to the ground
December rain came
down
down
down
down
Come and drink some whiskey with me
in my watery tomb
here's my infected heart
smelling like an old war wound
you can meet the ghosts who dance upon my head
I'd never sleep a wink
if I weren't drunk when I went to bed
CHORUS
Ho Ho Ho I say
on an ill-tempered December day
the lightless sky unfurled
upon a monochrome world
where numerous shades of grey
conspired to make the day
as cheerless as the funeral
of a stolen life
as cheerless as the funeral
of a stolen life
CHORUS
Osmosis
hypnosis
December psychosis
let this rain be my excuse
for these deep deep blues
and when life-size robot Santa sings
I feel the need to buy some things
and if the Canadian Tire girl
happens to go berserk
where can you point the finger of blame
CHORUS
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Untitled
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David P. Smith Victoria, British Columbia
David P. Smith is a songwriter accordionist and multidisciplinary artist who in the past 18 years has released six full length recordings, numerous ep’s, and led a variety of musical projects that have consistently defied convenient genre classifications. ... more
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