[Master Shake]
Nude Love
Moves over me,
Like a storm before you were born.
Nude Love
There is something in your eye,
And I realize, in the sky
Nude Love
Nude
Nude Love
Tapes available, out in the parking lot
Got ten dollars, for the tapes, and fifteen for CD
But drink your coffee and then see me
Out by my hatchback for copies,
Of Nude
Love
Nude Love
Nude Love
Nude Love
[Meatwad & Superchunk - "Misfits and Mistakes"]
I want a swing beat here
It needs to move,
It needs to move so the crowd can dance
You understand what I'm say'n
Ready and
1... 2 and 3... 1 2 and 3
OK that's not exactly what I said there but
We can work with that
This is Meatwad an a back of me's is the Superchunks
With a song of theirs, because I wanna show you a different side of Meatwad
An edgy side, a cynical side
I ain't all about rainbows an' French birds that dance over the horizon.
Although that is a big part of me.
I needs open s***es
With adoominal cover now
I stand up here
Reflecting all my fears on my own super team
And those p****ly faces
Where they just, disappear somehow
Behind the glass, to do your windows curtains and shades come'n down
In these bright, clear skies,
With adoominal piece of mind,
I'm out there cook'n all alone in the sun.
Put me away, I burn anyhow.
In those brand-new s***es
Where they all crumbling down
To turn the light shine away
From any shades that's dark
Like the glass
But you were never deli_cut
Paper plates and paper cuts
Rusty plates from out-of-state
And for the wedding glass
Say you will, say you will
Get a lot these in the bottle ???
Say you will, say you will
Put all the random pieces together
Love
What...ever
But you were never deli_cut
Paper plates and paper cuts
Rusty plates,
Plastic six-pack wins round the wrist of a worst full bus???
Say you will, say you will
Get a lot moves in the ghetto ???
Say you will, say you will
Put all the random pieces together
Say you will, say you will
There's a piece it has gotten letters ???
Say you will, say you will
Put all together like lines in your letter
Put all the random pieces together
Put all the random pieces together now
(Ohh yeah)
Put all the random pieces together (Put 'em all together now)
(Make a scrapbook)
Put all the random pieces together
(That's like a good gift, a scrapbook
Or a collage, you put on the wall
I got a Shawn Cassidy collage.)
That's at home.
A'ight, are we done
One more cotton-picking time
1.2.3..4
Come on ya'll do it
[Master Shake & Nashville p**** - "Face Omelet"]
Whoaa
I cut your face off
Ow with my knife
I sever your dreams.
I feed your face, to my dirty goat
And take it out to the street.
Slicing your face, is like a dream
Slicing your face was like a dream
My mighty Orc King, in the kingdom of trolls, controls your fate.
He's the one, who holds your dreams.
Part of him is pink, and the other, consumes flesh.
Octopus, on the plate, (he's coming for you,) and toast
Baste b***er on the toast, is coming
Where's all the bread?
Fat guy on the bus, you're mine, to serve (to my dark lord)
(I made an omelet for Satan, and I made it out of your face)
Satan...Satan...Satan
[Carl]
Dude, it's over there ain't no more hidden tracks
I got a hidden track for yah.
Hidden deep, within my b*** hole.
Here it is.
It's not comin'
It's not comin', give me a second.
Ahh that was a black widow, silent but deadly
Get the idea I tried to fart for you
No more hidden tracks
Seriously...
'cept for this last one
Then we're done
[Instrumental]
Nude Love
Moves over me,
Like a storm before you were born.
Nude Love
There is something in your eye,
And I realize, in the sky
Nude Love
Nude
Nude Love
Tapes available, out in the parking lot
Got ten dollars, for the tapes, and fifteen for CD
But drink your coffee and then see me
Out by my hatchback for copies,
Of Nude
Love
Nude Love
Nude Love
Nude Love
[Meatwad & Superchunk - "Misfits and Mistakes"]
I want a swing beat here
It needs to move,
It needs to move so the crowd can dance
You understand what I'm say'n
Ready and
1... 2 and 3... 1 2 and 3
OK that's not exactly what I said there but
We can work with that
This is Meatwad an a back of me's is the Superchunks
With a song of theirs, because I wanna show you a different side of Meatwad
An edgy side, a cynical side
I ain't all about rainbows an' French birds that dance over the horizon.
Although that is a big part of me.
I needs open s***es
With adoominal cover now
I stand up here
Reflecting all my fears on my own super team
And those p****ly faces
Where they just, disappear somehow
Behind the glass, to do your windows curtains and shades come'n down
In these bright, clear skies,
With adoominal piece of mind,
I'm out there cook'n all alone in the sun.
Put me away, I burn anyhow.
In those brand-new s***es
Where they all crumbling down
To turn the light shine away
From any shades that's dark
Like the glass
But you were never deli_cut
Paper plates and paper cuts
Rusty plates from out-of-state
And for the wedding glass
Say you will, say you will
Get a lot these in the bottle ???
Say you will, say you will
Put all the random pieces together
Love
What...ever
But you were never deli_cut
Paper plates and paper cuts
Rusty plates,
Plastic six-pack wins round the wrist of a worst full bus???
Say you will, say you will
Get a lot moves in the ghetto ???
Say you will, say you will
Put all the random pieces together
Say you will, say you will
There's a piece it has gotten letters ???
Say you will, say you will
Put all together like lines in your letter
Put all the random pieces together
Put all the random pieces together now
(Ohh yeah)
Put all the random pieces together (Put 'em all together now)
(Make a scrapbook)
Put all the random pieces together
(That's like a good gift, a scrapbook
Or a collage, you put on the wall
I got a Shawn Cassidy collage.)
That's at home.
A'ight, are we done
One more cotton-picking time
1.2.3..4
Come on ya'll do it
[Master Shake & Nashville p**** - "Face Omelet"]
Whoaa
I cut your face off
Ow with my knife
I sever your dreams.
I feed your face, to my dirty goat
And take it out to the street.
Slicing your face, is like a dream
Slicing your face was like a dream
My mighty Orc King, in the kingdom of trolls, controls your fate.
He's the one, who holds your dreams.
Part of him is pink, and the other, consumes flesh.
Octopus, on the plate, (he's coming for you,) and toast
Baste b***er on the toast, is coming
Where's all the bread?
Fat guy on the bus, you're mine, to serve (to my dark lord)
(I made an omelet for Satan, and I made it out of your face)
Satan...Satan...Satan
[Carl]
Dude, it's over there ain't no more hidden tracks
I got a hidden track for yah.
Hidden deep, within my b*** hole.
Here it is.
It's not comin'
It's not comin', give me a second.
Ahh that was a black widow, silent but deadly
Get the idea I tried to fart for you
No more hidden tracks
Seriously...
'cept for this last one
Then we're done
[Instrumental]