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Carl/Karl
00:32
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I know what it's like to split a red Slurpee and spill some on your shirt and
Laugh at the bloodstains
I know what it's like to brush sand from your hair and
Shake sand from your socks and floss sand from your teeth and not care
Not give a single microscopic fuck
Because everyone smiles
Where does everyone go
I am not a normal boy
I am odd I am green I am spiky I am Cactus
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2. |
Sunder
02:10
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In the desert with no one you find yourself
Waving your hand in my vicinity
I am the only one around
Someone’s gotta haunt this ghost town
I won’t be fulfilled till you up and die
I’ve been in the ground for 13 years
Join me here Lucifer’s really nice
He’s no tease like that there Jesus Christ
Yeah I know el diablo grows a fire
But what do you think it is that keeps you warm
And out here you might not fear frostbite
But it gets colder than a heart deep in the night
I love you like a pitchfork in my ribs
Hurts worse then being invisible
You’re Christian and I’m an apparition
I guess we’re both on murderous missions
Half my epitaph says loving husband
The rest reads that I was a real swell guy
Dear if you depart we’ll go on dates
The two of us’ll enchant this damn state
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3. |
Roadgunner
01:06
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Made my last attempt to launch myself into the sun
But I can barely fly so I’m just dying for a gun
Buy a Colt and bolt it to the inside of my beak
All the other birds have heard of my brand new physique
I will never die
Shoot sparrows straight from the sky
I’m sure a dinosaur
Small snakes better hide indoors
I will never die
Run the road so fuck the sky
This is desert lore
The roadgunner will endure
Guzzle up lizards then nuzzle with my barrel
Time to get decked out check out my bandit apparel
Medicine bird you nerd word is I cure each case
A predator ahead of your draw shoot you in the face
I will never die
Shoot sparrows straight from the sky
I feel ostracized
You needn’t worry I’ll survive
I will never die
You look pretty in paisley
Yes I am a lie
You needn’t worry I’ll survive
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4. |
Bug Eater
02:24
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Bugs are friends don’t eat them
Have no one but some spiders we’re outsiders
Had no one but some beetles we hate people
Bugs don’t ever bite treat you just right
Have no one but some spiders we’re outsiders
Had no one but some beatles we hate people
Step on every creepy crawler that I ever see
I hate buggies like you hate me
Keep cracking jokes but I feel really bad
I’ve been squished with everything I ever had
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5. |
Dirtbag Death
01:29
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I been down and diggin’ down further
I been down and diggin’ down further down
Great big grave a deed indeed oh
Great big grave a deed indeed he’s dead
I got dirt up on my shirt and
I got dirt up on my shirt right now
Blood on my hands but man oh man
Blood on my hands but listen to my plan
Diggin’ in the dirt and killing perverts
I ain’t heard just whatchu said
But you as good as dead
Dead dead dead dead dead
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6. |
Chantelecaster
02:44
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Well I don’t mean to get emotional on ya but there’s something I gotta say and
I wager it’s in danger of being depraved
Bite down hard I want a mark
Draw blood no false starts
Scream in my ears so they ring
That’s it babe I’m hurting
Gimme stitches that I don’t need
I got itches you force-feed
Cutter is dead but now instead
The roadgunner has been bred
Now I know you don’t want to hear this but it’s true, ya hear me, very true
At least about as true as any of the other horseshit being flung around this sorry excuse for a town
Take my finger break it good
Get a splint if you could
I go numb with injury
Yes babe I heard your plea
I’ll stick with you but if you ever go
I’ll limp along just wantchu to know
Need help hitting my head on walls
You’re a guitar you’re nothing at all
Baby baby baby please please hurt me
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7. |
Hyena Employer
01:17
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Hyena
How you know
Hyena
‘Lleatcha you slow
Just got a job
Serving slop
The hyena
Is my boss
Hyena
Have an idea
Hyena
Hand me a tortilla
Customer
Red or green
Revolver
Shot me in the spleen
Bury me out in the parking lot
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8. |
That Bird Shot Me
00:23
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9. |
Satan's Affair
02:24
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When I was a boy in Santa Fe
I saw Satan
There on that blistering day
I made up my mind
Satan is a swell guy with a goatee and cigars
Even though he has some demons he’s my favorite superstar
I love the devil he loves hell
Isn’t a soul I would not sell
I been under Satan’s spell
To put it in a nutshell
The devil is taller than a baller he stands 8 foot 5
Doesn’t torture the dead, no no, instead hangs with the alive
We went to Tasmania the tickets were on him
Got a rental car and searched for his brethren
I love the devil he loves hell
Isn’t a soul I would not sell
I been under Satan’s spell
To put it in a nutshell
I love the devil
He’s my special
I love the devil
He’s my special guy
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10. |
Bad Booster
00:56
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I think you need a boost
It can't be me so forget it
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11. |
Uncutter
03:55
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Been climbing up hills with blood dripping down my back
Bouta lose my grip or maybe trip in a bear trap
Like cacti you shred right through my rubber soul
Have no dice but I might play another role
You are a gem and I am not a contender
You are a femme fatale and I surrender
Like one of them pretend 10 foot tall ants
I shriek when I speak and I’m not really from this land right here
For I am a mutant and you are a human girl
But I’m transient and saw enchantment through a portal swirl
And in this world, you glimmer like a shiny stone
Let’s merge us as you’re gorgeous and I’m alone
Maybe we’ll have ourselves an escapade
If you ever get hurt I’m alert and know first-aid
Even though I metamorphose to a fly
I’ll never get swatted in my allotted time with you
I think I’m tired of being another bug
I know I’m plain but my brain needs more than a shrug
If I buzz it’s because I’m changing forms
Just try to find me amidst the abyss of swarms
I’ll overthink till I’m on the brink of collapse
I’ll stink like the gasoline I drink to advance
But unlike a car I have real scars I’m a humanoid
And if you’re too annoyed you can form a ploy to avoid or destroy me
I am the geologist
And you are a rock
Might be idealistic
But it’s not a total crock of shit is it
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Cactus Warmuth Albuquerque, New Mexico
A roadrunnerologist by trade, Cactus Warmuth has recorded numerous sides for the Spaghetti West label on 78 rpm records (all
of which are rumored to have been destroyed). Here are there digital transfers.
See reviews:
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