Songs from PopCanon's other 1999 album Pricksongs & Descants

Little Green Men

The drunkest bar I ever saw
One sober night in the perfect place
Stood up & toasted me.
You should have seen the look on my face
Especially when I saw it move
Up & down & I thought of you
& escalators & falling leaves
Now I have seen & I believe.

The loudest guitar I ever saw
One mellow night in the perfect place
Took off like a spaceship.
You should have seen the look on my face
Especially when I saw it stop.
In the middle of the air like a helicop
Ter & for some strange reason I thought of you.
Now I have seen what the world can do.
& Little green men & Christmas trees
Escalators & falling leaves
& pop songs that sound like XTC.
Now I have seen & I believe.

Cult of Mary

Here she comes. She isn't dumb.
She can turn a glass of wine into a glass of rum.
Come along & get you some
If you think you're ready.

chorus

Along she comes. She almost runs
While Peter & Paul sit twiddling their thumbs.
She's alright. She doesn't bite.
She'll fight you 'til you're finished.

chorus

She'll send you mail. She'll make it hail.
She has a power that'll make you turn pale.
Come along & sing her song.
Maybe she'll buy you a danish.

chorus

Silly Putty

I'm on the edge of a stage
With my legs hanging down.
All around kids spit and scream,
And they all call me 'Mister'.
The kids, they call me 'Mister'.

:Chorus:
And if I meet you,
And meet your demands,
Am I silly putty in your hands?
That's something I think I can stand.

Fax me a note about the fucked up shit
That you've seen to day.
Can you come out and play?
Can you come over and drink all my beer?
I think I'd better buy some more beer.
(fucked up solo)
rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
rock, rock, rock, rock, ok - that's enough rocking.

chorus

I'm on the edge of a stage
With my legs hanging down.
All around kids shit and scream,
And they all call me 'Mister'.
The kids, they love Grit Kisser.

And you said you'd hold on to this one.
You said you'd hold on to this one.
You said you'd listen to this one.
You said you would hold on to this one,
And that meant a lot to me.

Tin Can

He's looking down, watching the pavement
Ignores the people who pass by:
He sees a crumpled can before him
In the street--in the streetlight.

Tin Can: kick it!
He's walking all alone...

Dave's walking along, and he sees that tin can
and it's kind of shhhhhhimmering in the light
and he thinks 'well, maybe if I would just
kick it, everything would be just a little bit better...'

When you're a Jehovah's Witness,
You get your kicks where you can get them:
David punctures his annoyance
With a timely intervention.

I saw David on VH-1 the other night, and RuPaul asked him,
"What do you say to people who say Pere Ubu has sold out?"
And David said, "You know, we've been at this for 20 years--
say HOW DARE YOU?!"

It's the summer, David's rocking--
He'll simply amble home, I guess
And dream about his loves in Cloudland,
About a Bus Called Happiness.

Tin Can: kick it!
He's walking all alone...

(Davis/Bill Stevenson)

Double Jointed

You pop your back, and you roll your tongue.
You tell me that when you were very young
You could put both your feet behind your head,
And you could hold your breath 'till your eyeballs bled.

:Chorus:
When you turn your arms around
And make the insides of your elbows pointed,
It makes me squirm, but it makes me proud.
I love you 'cause you're double jointed.

I thought of endless propositions
For making love in bizarre positions (like designated hitter),
But what I found even more thrilling
Was how you whistled while your tongue was trilling.

And I was enamoured beyond all doubt
When you spit in the air and caught it in your mouth,
And I knew that Cupid's arrow had hit
When you made that fart noise with your armpit.

chorus

Penis Envy

:Chorus:
Penis envy penis envy it's a false dichotomy.
Penis envy penis envy based on a false dichotomy.

Freudian slipped in proposing his theory of anatomy as destiny
Anatomy ain't destiny (no) -- Anatomy ain't destiny (no)
The first time I saw a dick I wasn't jealous, just made me sick
He was swollen and throbbing -- gasping for air, he begged me to touch it
But I just didn't care (no) -- No I just didn't care
But honey he said you should worship the phallus
Honor and care for it build it a palace
In your mouth (yeah) -- In your mouth

chorus

We debated we argued the rules and theories
He claimed to have read the latest in series
He said look at me now can't you see my obvious superiority?
Now my dick is large and that makes me smart 'cause I have the most perfect of parts
He continued on citing source after source
Of dead and decaying corpse after corpse (corpse after corpse) (corpse after corpse)

Penis envy penis envy it's a false dichotomy
Penis envy penis envy plays no part in my sexuality

[wanking sax solo]

Now with his attitude I decided he lacked in aptitude.
Didn't he know under Lacan and Chodorow
Freud and his theories were no longer more?
Cause Freud was dead (yeah) Freud is dead (hell yeah!)
So if you must shove your tool in my face I will simply unleash a can of mace
End of case -- End of case.

Penis envy penis envy plays no part in my sexuality
Penis envy penis envy plays no part in my sexuality
My sexuality.

El Gordo

:Chorus:
Well, the legend of El Gordo is old and sweet
Proud and Sacred is his name.
From the wax in his ears to the hairs on his feet,
He's wretched and he's grimy just the same.

He spent seven years in a Turkish prison.
That's where he learned to spit and to stink.
He carved his meals out of Pekinese poodles
That he bashed with a bathroom sink.
He's got small vermin living in his armpits.
He's got snails in betweeen his toes.
I heard that he once killed a buffalo herd
With a large wad of snot from his nose.

chorus

I only met him once, and it was just a brief show
He was corkin' a mess o' cattle he had stole.
I asked very kindly if he happened to have the time,
And he did something nasty with a mole.

chorus

(Hornbuckle/Will Prunkl, arr. PopCanon)

[The Shower Song was written by Hornbuckle's old pals Kent Brown & Tim Alenius and arranged by PopCanon.]

Suitcase

:Chorus:
I have no broken arrows to track down my despair.
I'm gonna leave that trash behind me,
Leave my suitcase in the air.
They want to bring me up & they want to tie me down.
They want to lock me up & they want to knock me down.

We're cooking up a storm to try & beat the rain.
I punch a wall -- a brick wall -- & I hardly feel the pain.
I've seen this house grow weary.
I've seen this well run dry.
I've seen a blurry demon when I try to shut my eyes.
So I'll leave my neck in the oven
While some fruitcake wears my ties.

chorus

They want to bring me up & they want to tie me down.
They want to lock me up & they want to knock me down.
They want to wake me up & they want to take me down.
They want to shake me up & they want to break me down.
Down down down down down down down.

I'm So Squeaky

She's an intergalactic fiesta.
She has a talent for unusual gift ideas.
She's a chiropractic bonanza.
She's an ace in the hole with her gardening shears.
She's an unpeeled plastic banana.
Yes, she is. Oh, yeah--and she's so squeaky!

But I am so squeaky.

I Stole a Mantra

Drawing pictures of myself.
Take the Tao down off the shelf.
Drawing pictures of my shelf.
Kill the Buddha in myself.

Parking Garage

It's got six or seven floors and an elevator
It closes at nine, but I would stay later
Cos I dig the curves, and I dig the ramps
And the mystical light of the parking lamps.
I'll put a bed in the office, and that's where I'll lodge.
I want to live in a parking garage.

I want to live (oh wo wo wo)
In a parking garage.
That's where I will go.
I want to live, and that's what I'll do
In a parking garage (ooh hoo hoo hoo).

There's a place for you there just like in my heart
When you go downtown or to the shopping mart.
If you come every day, you'll get a special rate
And on Friday night we can go on a date.
We can cruise up and down. We can drive real slow.
When we get to the roof, I'll turn the lights down low,
And we can make love in the back of a Dodge:
You'll rock my world in a parking garage.

I want to love (oh wo wo wo)
In a parking garage.
That's where I will go.
I want to love, and that's what I'll do
In a parking garage (ooh hoo hoo hoo).

We can change the colors of the bulbs in the lights,
And turn the tunes up when it gets late at night,
Fill the walls up with murals, perhaps a collage:
I'll have a disco in my parking garage.

I want to dance (oh wo wo wo)
In a parking garage.
That's where I will go.
I want to dance, and that's what I'll do
In a parking garage (ooh hoo hoo hoo).

I want to live
I want to love
I want to dance...
In my parking garage.

I want to work in a parking garage.

All songs written and performed by PopCanon, except where noted. All songs copyright © 1995-2000 PopCanon.
Pricksongs & Descants is comprised of songs recorded from 1996-1999 at multiple studios in Gainesville FL, and produced variously by PopCanon, Mike Rotolante & Ron Richter.

Last modified: Fri Feb 4 15:01:35 EST