The Singles - Season 4

by Kicksville

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The Singles - Season 4 was a serial release (y'know, like a TV show) that originally aired from Sept. 20, 2011 through Nov. 22, 2011

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released September 20, 2011

recorded and mixed at Kicksville Dept. of Works
engineered, edited, and mixed by Conrad St. Clair
additional recording at:
- Mastersuite, engineered by Jay Frigoletto
- The Lab, engineered by Lou Caldarola
- Beeftone, engineered by Biff Blumfumgagnge
additional editing by Lou Caldarola
mastered by Jay Frigoletto at Mastersuite
cover art by Kristie Lee
all songs written by Kicksville (Dept. of Publishing/BMI)
c/p 2011 Kicksville Dept. of Records
produced by Kicksville

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Track Name: Going Where I've Been
I'm going down, down, down, down
I'm going where I've been
You know that one's going places
but I'm going nowhere but in

Now it's water now it's blood
I'm perched on a round white stone
This fool's pool is a remarkable tool
Yeah, help me find my way home

I'm walking
between the shadow and the fear
I'm walking after midnight
I'm walking in the moonlight
I'm more
I'm a midnight creep
I'm walking on the water
with the farmer and his daughter
I'm walking down Canal Street
knocking at every door
I'm going down, down, down, down

Now it's water now it's blood
I'm perched on a round white stone
This fool's pool is a remarkable tool
Yeah, help me find my way home

I'm going down in the valley where my love it grows
I'm going down the place where the babies' toes grow
I'm going down.....
I'm riding on the water with the hostesses...the airline ghostesses....
The nurse she cried god save his soul
and all I said was jelly roll
and all I cried was jelly roll
Track Name: Woof Woof
Fardrei dir dayn eigenen kop ves du denken as ist meiner.
[woof woof]
As ist meiner
[bow wow woof woof]

Go mix up your own head until you think it's mine
If you did that you might just have an eye on why
I try and try but in the end you're the same
Go mix up your own head until you think it's mine

Nisht gefonfet
As der Mama shlug der Tata, gain der kinder tantzen
[woof woof]
As ist meiner
[bow wow woof woof]
Fardrei dir dayn eigenen kop ves du denken as ist meiner.
[woof woof]
As ist meiner
[bow wow woof woof]
Track Name: Isithandwa Sami
Ntando yami
Buyel' ekhaya we
Ntando yami
Buyel' ekhaya we

Ntando yami
Mina ngiak' khumbula we
Ntando yami
Mina ngiak' khumbula we

Ntando yami
Buyel' ekhaya we
Isithandwa sami
Buyel' ekhaya we
Track Name: Happy Charlie
gonna kill me half a dozen
then they’ll drag me arse away
don’t want a trial don’t need a jury
please let's just leave today!

[ i got a porsche engine in my dune buggy mother fuckers ]

spector has come to join us
gives new meaning to wall of sound
he’ll produce all our wailings
as his face we'd like to pound!

i wanna go live with charlie manson
i must go, do more wrong
i wanna go live with charlie manson
go and write this groovy song

i wanna go live with charlie manson
i must go, do more wrong
i wanna go live with charlie manson
go and write some far out song

don’t pretend that you're not thinkin'
you don’t want me offin' you
but i can't live without charlie
so that's what i'm gonna do!

i wanna go live with charlie manson
i must go, do more wrong
i wanna go live with charlie manson
go and write this fucked up song

[ got my dune buggy attack battalion coming down the wash. got a cheetah skin wrapped around the top of the roll bar. got a big ol' carving knife stuck there next to the handlebars. gonna fix me up with the biggest-ass machine gun you fucking ever seen... ]
Track Name: The Middle Way
Never asking for warmth
It continues to
Shine a light upon everything
Always giving with arms stretched
In a wide embrace

Always burning back the darkness
That fills the void
Shining a light upon everything
Always lighting clearly the path
To the middle way

When it’s up in the sky
Providing light to those below
And when the day is done and it’s time to set
Alone it remains
Never asking for anything
It continues to be alone
Never asking for anything
It continues to be alone

Never tempted to give in
And fade away
Always provide, never subside forevermore
Never asking for warmth
It continues to burn

Never took for granted all the things
You have done
Na-na-na-na…..
Always moving forward
Carry on homeward bound
Track Name: And Ever the Pyres of the Dead Burn Thick
I. And Ever the Pyres of the Dead Burn Thick
Great Phoebus Apollo
Unbend your silver bow for mankind is weary of the slaughter
The proud the meek, the foolish and the wise
The guilty and the innocent alike
Die beneath your vengeful shafts
And never is there an end to the hot blood smell

This woman now of Port Said
Barefoot in her dress of rusty black
Mounting a basket on her head with cans of food raided from some sacked store
Or flaming army dump
Buys perhaps another week of life for herself and orphaned brood
What is the crime of such as she
Condemned to suffer so?

II. Report to Herod
Sir, resistance was encountered
from a bomb crater made by a B-52
and so a private in my patrol
threw a grenade into the crater
but somebody threw it back and it blew up
and injured three of my men
I went myself then and took a grenade
pulled the pin and waited just long enough
before lobbing it into the crater
That put an end to the resistance
we checked in there
and found one dead VC baby
three VC kids also dead
and two VC women one still living with her left leg blown off
Sir, the chaplain asked me
if I'd serve mass for him again tomorrow
OK, sir, if I go?

III. Viaticum
It was a heartfelt confession
Perhaps the most contrite I ever heard
I found a small spot on his cheek where I could anoint him
All the rest of his poor body being burned
His death, I think, was happy
But what a pity
Just 22, and his life ahead of him
A human torch
He said we’d burned so many with our napalm he wanted us to know what it was really like.
Fantastic how the young get things mixed up
It comes from reading
But he repented honestly and made a Christian end.
Track Name: Hell Jelly
When I got home last night
there was a bullet in my bed
When I got home last night
there was a bullet in my bed
I sucked it up from the sheets
and it lodged inside my head
In the morning when I woke up,
this is what I said:
What's for breakfast kids?
Ghost toast and hell jelly,
courtesy of the Air Brigade

And when I woke up, like rising from the dead
I found the bullet had burrowed deep inside my head
I got my red gloves, I got my bullets
I got my hand grenades - the Air Brigade is on my side

What's for breakfast kids?
Ghost toast and hell jelly
Courtesy of the Air Brigade

Put on your red gloves mama
Reach on up in that chicken
That's where they store the hand grenades

When I got home last night
there was a bullet in my bed
I sucked it up from the sheets
and it lodged inside my head
In the morning when I woke up,
this is what I said:

A lovely breakfast starts off with agent orange,
ghost toast and cinna-bombs, hell jelly on the side
Track Name: The Standard
You’re not around to see-saw
You’re not around to free-fall
Never around at all

You’re not around to fight me
You’re not around when I need
Never supposed to leave me here

I’m ready, but I can’t decide if I’m prepared
I could be happy, but I need to be in pain with you
I go and pound the door until it starts to hit me back
You’re the key I need to open up my wounds

You're not around to nose dive
You're not around to landslide
Never around at all

You're not around to save me
You're not around to break me
Never supposed to leave me here
Track Name: Filthy Piss-Soaked Monkey
Wake up in the morning, headin' to the bar
I really need a drink before the 10th hour
Slew foot and sideways I make it through the town
My flask is empty, my head is down
Stopping at the corner, I take a little break
My bones they hurt, my head it aches
Looking for a corner to drain my little head
Fuck - but it's too late, it's running down my leg

Filthy piss-soaked monkey, thirsty for a stout
Dirty little bugger, he's wavin' it about
Others did not like this, gave him a mighty clout
"Out the fucking pub cunt!" they began to shout
Bleeding on the corner wall, he hides his shame to pout
Let this be a lesson learned - don't be a drunken lout!

Booted out of one bar, trolling for another
To get me next pint, I'd cut me own mother
Stopping at the corner to beg a little change
The bystanders flee before I get in range
Empty out me pockets to see what I can find
There's a piss-soaked twenty I didn't know was mine
I pork pies a rub-a-dub a little up the street
I sweet-talk the bouncer 'fore he smells the pee

Filthy piss-soaked monkey, thirsty for a stout
Dirty little bugger, he's wavin' it about
Others did not like this, gave him a mighty clout
"Out the fucking pub cunt!" they began to shout
Bleeding on the corner wall, he hides his shame to pout
Let this be a lesson learned - don't be a drunken lout!

Swayin' in the tea time, lookin' for that sign
Gotta get a Guiness, I really got no time
All the senses rushin' back, pannin' in my head
If I dont feed the liver fast, I'll prolly wake up dead
I have no clue of what 'n how 'n who or where I be
Help me try to stand, or get me to that tree
Never get enough, I never learn before I pay
Driftin' in a black out, the brain has gone away

Filthy piss-soaked monkey, thirsty for a stout
Dirty little bugger, he's wavin' it about
Others did not like this, gave him a mighty clout
"Out the fucking pub cunt!" they began to shout
Bleeding on the corner wall, he hides his shame to pout
Let this be a lesson learned - don't be a drunken lout
Track Name: Johnny's on Smack
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah ha ho
it's such a sad tale
little johnny and his horrible life
and how he had to live in a trailer
his momma used to beat him
with a shovel in the trailer
it was bad it was really bad
and now he's playing guitar
and having fun with the boys

bob's in the front room sucking on crack
johnny's in the back room hooked on smack
go johnny stupid fucking johnny
bob's in the front room sucking on crack
johnny's in the back O.D.'d on smack
hurray fucking johnny
candy's out looking for someone to own
lots of money and listen to her moan
like johnny stupid fucking johnny

oh johnny oh johnny oh johnny the ambulance says
oh johnny oh johnny oh johnny and they're taking him away

little johnny's out, having lots of fun
he's not dead but he might as well be
cause he's a stupid fucking cunt
the only thing worse than his guitar playing
is his fucking singing give me a fucking break

oh johnny oh johnny oh johnny
would you shut the fuck up now oh johnny
oh johnny oh johnny oh johnny the ambulance says
oh johnny oh johnny oh johnny and they're taking him away

find some cunt in the Hecht company
shouldn't have been on his knees
looking for some money hahahahaha
stupid fucking johnny
on his knees

johnny's in the back room O.D.-ing
oh god somebody call the paramedics
he's really fucking blue
he's in the toilet and nobody's flushed