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This expansive double CD set caused the Village Voice to proclaim The Brain Surgeons "wizards of hard rock." Guests include SoozieTyrell (Buster Poindexter, Bruce Springsteen) and Crispin Cioe (Uptown Horns, Rolling Stones). Songs include:

Biloxi

Last Angry Woman

Simple Man

Swamp Thing

Alpha and Omega

Rock and Roll Is Dead

Competition

Rain Rain

On The Road (Again)

Hot Dog Man

Victory Boulevard

Lady of the Harbor

Rain Rain

Every night it rains I think think about you

Every little drop makes me stop remember

The curtain rising on our love

Now I say what the children say

Rain rain go away

I can't I can't stand the rain

The storm blew up in Memphis

Cut clear through New Orleans

And as we battened down the hatch

Taped an X across the window it seemed

Our movie would have endless scenes

Now I say what the children say

Rain rain go away

I can't I can't blame the rain

Now every night it rains I gotta think

Every little drop makes me stop

Remember

How I wasted love

Rain rain go away I can't I can't stand the rain

Rain rain go away Come again

 

On The Road (Again)

You're born alone

you die alone

you pull into a truck stop

In Gallup alone

where every trucker

looks like the devil

like pictures

of the devil

Kerouac never drove

so he never drove alone

like they'd kill you

worse than cops

or buy you a beer, two beers

if they knew what you were thinkin'

about their lookin'

like the devil

or killing you

or buying you beers

but no beer

at this stop

so it's only

devil, killing...

 

Practice Makes Perfect

What does it take to get a message to you

I been trying

Where's break I need to get through

I'm a dying

Operator gimme New York on the line Operator you've taken my last dime

Practice makes perfect

What can a poor girl say

Practice makes perfect

Rome wasn't built in a day

I think I got it right where are you tonight

I been looking in the mirror as if it understands

It's not a pretty picture

I wish I felt your hand

All these busy signals

prick the promise of my dial tone

Connect me to the weather recording

so I don't have to do this on my own

Practice makes perfect

What does it take

Practice makes perfect

I want cake

Practice makes perfect

Let me eat cake

Talkin' 'bout my p-p-p-practice makes perfect

 

Swamp Thing

Livin' here, In the city

Sportin' season seems so far away

It's a shame, it's a pity

When nature's callin' you to play

Goin' down, fishin' hole gonna do the swamp thing

Better bring, ten foot pole gotta do the swamp thing

Say hello to Mr. Cottonmouth

Owl hoots, moon on the rise

Trouble leaves as the crow flies

Pack your boots and alibis

We gonna do the swamp thing

Grab your waders let's find the gators

We got to do the swamp thing

Get neck deep in the big big muddy

We gonna do the swamp thing

How do you do Mr. Cottonmouth

If you're searchin' for the funk

Hook line and sinker and the fish'll jump

Get on down to the ole mud hole

We got to do the swamp thing

Up a creek, without a paddle

You need to do the swamp thing

Get cha back, in the saddle

You got to do the swamp thing

Gotta touch it with a 10 ft pole

We gonna do the swamp thing

 

Alpha and Omega

You looked like Robert Plant in Harvard yard

Reading Melody Maker under a tree

You said Honey don't you play the guitar

Why don't you come over and practice with me

That was just the beginning

of a fabulous career

The past was so distant then

the future was so near

Between alpha and omega

you can't get there from here

You were Aladdin Sane every Halloween

'Till you went to London to meet the Queen

You bought a postcard of her vacation home

Pinned it next to the Rolling Stones

That was just the beginning

of an illustrious career

The picture was so perfect then

the present was so dear

Between alpha and omega

you can't get there from here

I saw your ghost crossing swords

Backstage at the House of Lords

Giving interviews in the loo

And previews of your next tattoo

That's just the beginning of a fabulous career

The past was much kinder then

the truth is all too clear

Between alpha and omega

you can't get there from here

 

More Than Truth

I am weak I have yielded

To temptation One too many times

I did not heed Your warning

At the crossroad Where you post your famous sign

How could I be So dumb and blind

How can I refuse Your life line

More than the truth I know nothing

I dropped the ball Too many times

I've been turned down I've been chosen

I am charged With no special crime

 

Hot Dog Man

Some gals need a banquet

A bonafide gourmet feast

But I like it simple

With a little bit of mystery

Hot dog man

Who's got a kosher pretzel

Sprinkled with rock salt

Squirts it with the mustard

And serves it nice and hot

Don't give me some health food

No itty bitty sprouts

Gimme somethin' greasy

Smothered in sauerkraut

Hot dog man

Do ya toast buns?

 

Bad Hair Day

Looking in my mirror can't stand what I see

I'm wanting something different

I need it desperately

Gimme cornrows twist up some braids today

Get me some cornrows

a hair style that will stay

the way it stays

Tired of being a grease ball

long hair's gettin to me

I want a thatch job that really goes with me

Give me a flat top shave my dome today

Give me a flat top a hair cut that will stay

Butch wax baby super freak girl

Give me a flat top to go with your spit curl

Make me a skin head my hair's gotten to me

Chop me a Mohawk it's gonna set me free

Gimme cornrows twist me in braids today

Gimme cornrows a hair style that will say

that I am cool

 

Last Angry Woman

I'm no career victim with awards from MTV

For 50 ways to market my early sodomy

You lie you steal You back the wrong pony

Taming of the shrew indeed

I'm the last angry woman that you'll ever need

I wear eau d'brimstone

I use a cobra snake for a tampon

Got a tongue like barb wire

and a necklace of old fire

I'm no girly blizzard

from a department on some hill

Smiling as you swallow all its poison pills

You lie you steal You back the wrong pony

Taming of the shrew indeed

I'm the last angry woman that you'll ever need

 

Way of the World

They'll say it can't be done

That's the way of the world

They'll say you're too young

You know how the west was won

That's the way of the world

That's the way it's always been done

You can't fight city hall

If they don't believe us

That's the way of the world

Let nothing

Nothing come between us

That's the way of the world

Fair weather friends will always leave us

That's how it always turns

That's the way of the world

 

Pink Roses

Every flower has its own cosmology

Its relationship to the air we breathe

There is one story one story alone

Pink roses

Every morning she paints the same two views

Potted plants on Park Avenue

There is one story one story alone

Pink roses

She made an artist slit his wrists

She made a poet cease and desist

There is one story one story alone

Pink roses

Every flower has its own cosmology

Its relationship to the air we breathe

There is one story one story alone

Pink roses

 

Rock 'n Roll Is Dead

I hate everyone

I hate everything

I don't care

There is no god

And rock 'n roll is dead

Everything is stupid

Everybody lies

Everybody knows the answer

Nobody tells you why

Rock 'n roll is dead

I got a hole in my heart

You got a hole in your brain

Everything is broke

There's nothing more to say

There is no god

And rock 'n roll is dead

 

Confession #9

It's almost 5 in the morning

Nobody wants to go to sleep

The radio people talks for hours

'bout what's on the TV

We've all been either bought or sold

by the men from the company

And you're hoping that I won't remember

what you're tellin me

Guess it's time for true confessions

So confess to me Maybe it's alright

Confess to me Maybe it's alright

Confess to me Oh baby that's OK

The night is gone anyway

It's almost 7 in the morning

Guess it's starting to show

I was tryin to pretend that I

never done this before

I'm so scared I'm so unprepared

I just can't relax

Tomorrow we'll chalk this up to

Albanian sealing wax

Yes it's time for true confessions

When I look back at my first mistake

I wonder has it been that long

Between then and now, where and when,

I thought I knew right from wrong

I'm so scared I'm so unprepared

I just can't relax

We're not gonna print this story

nobody's going to check the facts

Now it's time for true confessions

So confess to me Maybe it's alright

Confess to me Maybe it's alright

Confess to me Oh baby that's OK

The night is gone

 

Billy's Song

The street is filled with sorrow

Seems like it's high tide for tears

If the wind don't change tomorrow

Won't you lend someone your ear

It's an oft told story

You think it won't happen here

I can see them

They fade away

I can hear them laughing at me

Fade away

The time I have is borrowed

But the road to take is clear

Yesterday rings hollow

Now the crying game is here

I long for home sweet comfort

And the flood to disappear

I can see them

They fade away

I can hear them laughing at me

Fade away

Fade away

Away

Fade away

 

Simple Man

Mama told me when I was young

Sit beside me my only son

Listen closely to what I say

If you do this It will help you some sunny day

Oh take your time don't live too fast

Troubles you'll find (will come) and they will pass

Go find a woman and you'll find love

And don't forget son there is someone up above

Be a simple kind of man

Be a something you'll love and understand

Baby be a simple be a simple man

Won't you do this for me son if you can

Forget you lust for the rich man's gold

All that you need is in your soul

You can do this if you try

All I want is for you my son is to be satisfied

Don't you worry you'll find yourself

Follow your heart lord and nothing else

You can do this if you try

All I want is for you my son is to be satisfied

 

Victory Blvd

Everybody wants a ride to heaven

Open up babies climb on board

We gotta move We gotta motorvate

We gotta groove Down Victory Boulevard

Everybody wants a winning ticket

Pony up baby what's the score

Ya gotta move Ya gotta gravitate

Ya gotta groove Down Victory Boulevard

Everybody loves a brand new lipstick

A new color that says va va voom

Ya gotta groove Ya gotta motorvate

Ya gotta move Down Victory Boulevard

Everybody wants to feel like a million

Nobody wants to sing the blues

Ya gotta move Ya gotta motorvate

Ya gotta groove Victory Boulevard

Victory Boulevard Victory Boulevard

 

Madame X Factor

Madame X What's the fascination

Is it your Sophistication

Is it my Imagination

Madame X What's the fascination

Ride into a town Shooting on location

Walk into the room Alter the equation

Madame X What's the fascination

Do I need An explanation

Or a good Examination

Madame X What's the fascination

Bought a ticket to Unknown destination

Finger and a gun Dangerous combination

Madame X What's the fascination

Will you move The earth and stars

Will you change The fate of nations

Madame X What's the fascination with you

Tell me how you work

Tell me how you live

Tell me what you done

Who you done it with

Madame X What's the fascination

 

Lost

Memories get a little lost

like leaves being burned

Summer won't you roll around

rinse this all away

They tell me time is going to bring acceptance as if that's consolation

I'm just wandering 'round loosing myself

Oh daddy, what can I say, what can I do

This time of year I'm always weird

All the tea in China

and all the king's sentiment

You're still Humpty Dumpty

down on the pavement

I'm the queen of disaster collecting sadness bigger than mine

Searching for the magic button

Make this life rewind

Oh oh what can you say what can you do

This time of year it's always weird

Memories get a little lost like leaves getting burned

 

Competition

I been runnin hot Show you what I got

Findin my best shot I'm gonna take it

Goin for the win That ain't no sin

Slam that baby in We gonna make it

Never gonna stop Reachin for the top

Heart and desire Feed the fire

Burnin' in the heat of competition

Playin in the zone Flowin from the dome

Bring the party home I can feel it

Comin from behind Step up to the line

Now is the time We're gonna rock it

Burnin' in the heat Burnin' in the heat

Burnin' in the heat of competition

 

Lady of the Harbor

I know you're weary Lord knows you're poor

Bearing the scars of a thousand private wars

Where's the lady of the harbor

to call your ship to shore

Do you have a dream?

Do you have a dream that you're dreaming

Do you have a dream?

Wake me when the twilight's gleaming

We're all pilgrims in the desert

Crawling cross the burning sand

Waiting on delivery

from the village of the damned

Where's the lady of the harbor

with her outstretched hand

If anything ever mattered

now it doesn't anymore

And you can't remember

What we ever came here for

Lady of the harbor will always promise more

 

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