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Flum Rampage-The Man's Clever, The Man's Good Paul Flum- bass, drumkit on 9, percussion on 3,5,6,11; vocals, guitar Randy Rampage- drums, percussion, bass on 9, vocals on 5,11 featuring special guests: Christian Sturgis - guitar on 2,5,6,9 Colin Seven - lead vocals on 2 Matt Richardson - lead vocals on 5 Iris Von Schmeckle - spoken words on 9 plus The "Able" Choir on 11: John Chriest, Laura Chriest, Charley Jamison, Mychele Sarchiapone, Randy Rampage, Lara Des Poitras, Colin Seven, Iris Von Schmeckle All words by Paul Flum except where noted Dos Mara Cos (Flum-Rampage) It Came In The Form Of A Holy Rowhouse (Flum-Rampage-Sturgis-Seven) Sometimes We Sometimes we all wish We are Free That we were somewhere else Sometimes We A Kiss on my cheek, babe We Are Free Stars fade on a shelf We Are Free Sometimes we all touch Sometimes We Where the beach meets the sea We Are Free I bid you a fond farewell Sometimes we I'll be back on my knees We are Didn't You Think You'd Miss Me? So Why don't you kiss me! In a room full of strangers In a room full of strangers |
Free Watch My Lips go down Sometimes We Find Your taste so sweet We Are Free A first drop of red Sometimes we We beckon and believe We are Didn't You Think You'd Miss Me? So Why don't you kiss me! Start With A French One That Fits on a TightRope We're out of our coffin In our Love Resurrection (…and it goes like this) Manatee Misplaced By A Charlatan (Flum-Rampage) A Treasure Chest For The Modern Man Rests Submerged In The Countryside Glowing Burned Red Sable Candles Kissing The Willows detached as The Robin Flies Borrowing Skits from The Charlatans Proposing a Banquet; The Fruit Falls From The Sky Tripping Out In The River Bed She Unfurled The Flags Instead Over and Out in the Riverbed we packed up our things and fled like the manatee whose misplaced by the sea A Treasure Chest For The Modern Man She Traces A Stick Through The Yuma Sand Coating The Sunburn From An Aloe Jar Kissing The Fabric - A Dueling Scar Borrowing Fits like a Charlatan A Convenient way around the truth, we humble by |
Epiphanies, Diseases, And Puzzle Pieces (Flum-Rampage) Please excuse the mess, my thoughts lay strewn across the bed as a pile of dog-eared papers dim with wit spilled from my head a collection of diseases, epiphanies, and puzzle pieces So if I journey to your shore Walk up your beach your oceans roar could I canvass out the landscape which we seek to make up the lines we shouldn't speak Opened up your books your lines flowed calmly up ahead as a 1000 rushing rivers inked your pages around the bend Your great spiral words unending, seperated by your pen in conclusion, you cracked a smile, hid the book under your bed So if I journey to your shore In ways I've taken to explore If you haven't got the gas to make it last we could stare out at the sea until we laugh Sugar On the Sabbath (Flum-Rampage-Sturgis-Richardson) Won't you give up my speed Won't you play to my needs Won't you drive me up the hard way fall on down to my knees That's when the maintenance comes in If your rocket fits the sack all you do is bring me back if you chase me to the morning all you do is make me horny thats when our language sells sin Won't you give up my sin Won't you stop and then begin Won't you find another button Feel the rhythm make me scream thats when the breathing burns out |
phrases concocted at the base of a statue by leaders who don't have the guts to stare at you he said…and then she said well…why do ya have to fuck America in the ass all the time and then he said… and then he said…again eye to eye sea to sea between ocean and ocean it works for me get it to work for you get it to work for YOU! Calling a state of emergency when someone burned down the Fourth Of July Kiss My Proletarian Ass (Flum-Rampage / The Uniform) The Man's Clever, The Man's Good (Flum-Rampage-The "Able" Choir) The Man is Clever at arranging Rendez-Vous points on the street The Man is Good, there's no complaining All Affairs are kept discreet She thinks he's clever for a dope She thinks he's good at holding hope So He'll get her to the table If she says that She is Able Then she said that "I Am ABLE!" Uno Mara Cos (Flum-Rampage) {Jewel Case photos - Colin Seven} |
The Body Rises (Flum-Rampage / Public Image Ltd.) When You run around Without precautions You'll get diseases need abortions up til now no vaccination could give you back your reputation I could be wrong I could be right When you ball the world with no protection you'll regret that stiff erection Dicking around In correctional Places Your world now those grimy faces I could be wrong I could be right may the road rise with you Liquid Rock (Flum-Rampage / Liquid Liquid) Holidays, Monuments, and Previously Viewed Porn (Flum-Rampage-Sturgis) To be numb By the dumb words inscribed wrote by fools who aren't bold when alone |
If your raging in the cage And your climbing up on stage If you grab on to the moment And find you turned another page That's when we gather ourselves Gimme Sugar on the Sabbath Gimme Sugar That's when we let ourselves in That's when we let ourselves in That's when we let ourselves in Dopplar Daybreak (Flum-Rampage-Sturgis) As we slept upon the persian bongjuiced rug a guitar hungover rhymed and drummed when we skipped through fog and fog returned the favor a cool count as morning becomes our savior If we strung along connected by our gazes We'd see the beauty baked in our patience Keep going if visions are contagious A cool breeze gives nothing else away Since dreams are turning several pages rushed out to greet we gave the wave Been gone so long we fell unconscious Sleep soaked in Aura's left unchanged |
1. Dos Mara Cos (1:44) 2. It Came In The Form Of A Holy Rowhouse (2:14) 3. Manatee Misplaced By a Charlatan (3:08) 4. Epiphanies, Diseases, & Puzzle Pieces (3:19) 5. Sugar On The Sabbath (2:27) 6. Dopplar Daybreak (2:52) 7. The Body Rises (2:21) 8. Liquid Rock (1:12) 9. Holidays, Monuments, & Previously Viewed Porn (1:35) 10. Kiss My Proletarian Ass (2:04) 11. The Man's Clever, The Man's Good (7:09) 12. Uno Mara Cos (2:36) |
PRODUCED BY DOUG SHANAHAN © FLUM RAMPAGE 2003 |