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Judy Introduces the Band
00:45
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2. |
Les Joux Sont Fait
01:44
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Tu as raison, tu as tort.
Je n’ai pas la fois pour tu homme.
Les jeux sont fait pour toi.
Moi je suis, ici toi tu et la.
Tu est inconnu mais tu est lom de moi.
Les jeux sont fait pour toi.
Je dorme en une somme d'amour.
Je n’ai pas Ia fois pour tu homme.
Les jeux sont fait pour toi.
Nous n‘avons pas.
Les jeux sont fait pour toi.
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I wanna leave my brain to science
I’m going on a thinking man’s diet
But it looks like i’ll have to pawn it
I can’t find a doctor who says he wants it.
You oughtn’t keep what you know you can't use
Why conserve what’ll give you the blues
I want to leave my brain to science,
But they don't want it.
I'm as wide as a painted Cadillac
i’m a dirty dirty love ‘cause you’ve only seen my back
a wild cat-a bear hunter walking cane
I’m being slowed down because of this brain.
I wanna leave my brain to science
I’m going on a thinking man’s diet
But it looks like i’ll have to pawn it
I can’t find a doctor who says he wants it.
You oughtn’t keep what you know you can't use
Why conserve what’ll give you the blues
I want to leave my brain to science,
But they don't want it.
I'm on the cusp of science, I'm on the cusp of science.
Little dog, little dog blue, I wanna leave my brain to you,
Little dog, little dog blue, i want to give my brain to you.
I'm on the cusp of science, I'm on the cusp of science.
Little dog, little dog blue, I wanna leave my brain to you,
Little dog, little dog blue, i want to give my brain to you.
Tried to leave my brain to science
Thought I'd go on a thinking man's diet
But it looks like I'll have to pawn it
Dawg-onnit!
I gave my brain too little dog blue
Little dark blue has my brain
I gave it to him
Run, run away
Run with my brain
Little dog, little dog blue, I wanna leave my brain to you,
Little dog, little dog blue, i want to give my brain to him.
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One life, one match, and one kiss
One 38 caliber pistol in my fist
Don’t come around here no more
Don’t come around here no more
One fist, one fist, one fist
One job, for one man, in one day
One dollar forty-nine, that’s my pay
Don’t come around here no more
Don’t come around here no more
One life, one match, one kiss
Don’t come around here no more
Don’t come around here no more
One life, one match, one kiss
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5. |
Las Vegas
01:34
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Went to Las Vegas, got caught in a tub
Lost all our money, no way to get grub
Look out now, love love love’s not doing us any good
Tried to play cards, but it was craps
Lucky number seven was a snake in the grass
Look out now, love love love’s not doing us any good
Gonna try my luck tonight
Gonna see what comes in sight
Maybe a lemon, mabee a lime, tangerine, sure would fine
Gonna put a quarter in, and i’m gonna sit and watch it spin…
...Nuthin’
Drove through the desert to the city of lights
Wanna go home, my toothbrush is brown
Look out now, love love love’s not doing us any good
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6. |
Johnny Was A Schoolboy
01:50
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Well Johnny was a schoolboy
He played his guitar every night
He called his baby on the phone every night
He said listen to this: [guitar riff]
He said listen to this: [guitar riff]
He said listen to this: [guitar riff]
He said listen to this: [guitar riff]
But then Johnny quit the geetar when he heard John Lennon playing the sitar.
Well Johnny plays the sitar every night
He called his baby on the phone every night
He said listen to this: [sitar riff]
He said listen to this: [sitar riff]
He said listen to this: [sitar riff]
He said listen to this: [sitar riff]
But then Johnny quit the sitar when he heard Richard Starkey became Ringo Starr.
Well Johnny plays the drums every night
He called his baby on the phone every night
He said listen to this: [drums riff]
He said listen to this: [drums riff]
He said listen to this: [drums riff]
He said listen to this: [drums riff]
But then Johnny quit the drums.
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7. |
I'm Not Drunk
01:51
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When I woke up this morning I had you, you on my mind
When I woke up this morning I had you, you on my mind
I’m not drunk, it's just me
I’m not drunk, why can’t you see.
Because:
If I was drunk, I wouldn't be in this place
And if I was drunk, well you know, you know,
You wouldn't wanna see my face
You wouldn't see my face.
When I woke up this morning I had you, you on my mind
When I woke up this morning I had you, you on my mind
I’m not drunk, it's just me
I’m not drunk, why can’t you see.
Because:
If I was drunk, I wouldn't be in this place
And if I was drunk, well you know, you know,
You wouldn't wanna see my face
You wouldn't see my face.
I’m not drunk, it's just me
I’m not drunk, why can’t you see.
Because:
If I was drunk, I wouldn't be in this place
And if I was drunk, well you know, you know,
You wouldn't wanna see my face
You wouldn't see my face
You wouldn't see my face
You wouldn't see my face, face, face
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8. |
Just Imagine
02:17
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Just imagine
You and me
Man in truck
Child in...crib
Let’s name it Chris
I do
So why can’t you...do
Hop on the buss
Don't forget about...us
You and me
I do
So why can’t you...do
Hop on the buss
Don't forget about...us
You and me
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I want, I need, I feel, I ache, I am, I said I am.
Don't make fun of my six bucket turntable, 16 head overdrive, dual cam carburetor, kick it in the back UH sports stripe, ski rack and jack, beige 24, 1979: Pinto.
Don't make fun of my pin-stripe, belt buckle, polyester two-tone, hanging in the front, can't see my boots (maybe they’re shoes), French-cut: Pants.
‘Cause that’s the man I am
A product of a trailer and it's bed
Don't love me for my mind
I'm no filmmaker in disguise
Cuz that's the man I am
I would not tell a lie, that man was I
Don't love me for my mind
The things I'm thinking best be left behind
And I'm no success story, really
I said I am no success story, really
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10. |
Pop-Up Book
02:21
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I can't believe that beer’s half full, and it's all mine
I smoke cigarettes from the ashtray
I eat food that people throw away
I wrote a pop-up book about me.
I had a date, she said she was a shaman
She kissed me here, and I said amen
Come on baby, let's go do some farming.
I got a hoe, and you got a shovel
Come on baby, we got to hustle
Rustle and bustle in the leaves with me.
We’ll write about it
Let's write about it
We’ll write a pop-up book about me.
I can't believe….that beer is half full
And I can’t believe that it's all mine
I smoke cigarettes from the ashtray
I eat food that people throw away
I wrote a pop-up book about me.
I had a date, she said she was a shaman
She kissed me here, and I said amen
Come on baby, let's go do some farming.
I got a hoe, and you got a shovel
Come on baby, we got to hustle
Rustle and bustle in the leaves with me.
We’ll write about it
Let's write about it
We’ll write a pop-up book about me.
I can't believe….that beer is half full
And I can’t believe that it's all mine.
That beer’s all mine.
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11. |
Baby's Got a Car
02:41
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The worst day I ever knew was when baby turned sixteen
That's the day her permit expired and left my seat empty
I remember teaching her the ways of the road
Last time I saw baby she was doing it in the road.
Because baby's got a car
And she's driving it real far
And I don't know where my baby’s at
Because baby's got a car.
Buried my pants under tar soaked lands, hoping one day they’d grow
But her genie’s working overtime, and my seeds they won't get sown
I remember teaching her the things that I know
Last time I saw baby she was doing it in the road.
Because baby's got a car
And she's driving it real far
And I don't know where my baby’s at
Because baby's got a car.
Red light, baby says she loves me...tonight
Green light, baby she says “go”
Yellow light, nothing's going to slow us...down
Because baby’s doing it in the road.
Because baby's got a car
And she's driving it real far
And I don't know where my baby’s at
Because baby's got a car.
Baby's got a car.
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Hello, it is I, thee intolerable bastard.
It is I, the child genius.
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13. |
Soap Soap Soap
02:23
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Soap soap soap, and Lucy Lucy Lucy
Makes for a very clean clean girl.
Soup soup soup, and a stack of soda crackers
Makes for a very fine fine meal.
When you put it all together, you've got it all
Five feet of heaven and a ponytail makes love.
Five feet of heaven and a ponytail makes love.
A piece of Wonder Bread and Jiffy Jiffy Jiffy
Sticky sticky sticky sticky sticky sticky sticky
35 + 15 add 5 is 50 50 50 50 50 50 50
When you put it all together, you've got it all
Five feet of heaven and a ponytail makes love.
Five feet of heaven and a ponytail makes love.
I poisoned my sister, and I play some twister, to change all shapes
I can't seem to slow down, if I'm coming or going, or is to begin
I believe in my mom and my dad and
I believe in the things I've never had, ‘cause I believe in, I believe in
I believe in the workers revolution and
I believe in the final solution, ‘cause I believe in, I believe in
There is no love in this world anymore
There is no love in this world anymore
There is no butterflies ‘round here no more
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14. |
Olympus
01:28
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(The conch bellows; the mythical creature wails it's awful cry. The angry Vulcan gods from below, beat they rhythms of battle upon their giant drum; beating in time to the sobs of the woeful God of Thunder who, standing up on a cliff overlooking the very edge of the word, laments the loss of his love with the mortal slave girl - whom he had battled passionately for, in the most recent of conflicts with the trickster god Loki - Besides which, confronting his fearsome father, Odin, before an audience of all those who resides deep within the halls of Valhalla, high above the Earth in the ancient city of Asgard. The angels of Valhalla perform their timeless number, perhaps soothing the great, saddened hero. And, well, one of his hammer? Is it of no consequence that his most trusted companion - lo, the sadness of the slave girl - must forever only be that of a tool of vengeance? Does the lord of the nighttime sky have a prayer? Hear his agony. But perhaps from a distance)
I scream from the mountaintops
I want love
Olympus! Olympus!
I am the Mighty God of Thunder
I raise my mighty hammer, and I shake my weary head
It is a very awful fate
(Olympus was his name)
I scream from the mountaintops
I want love
Olympus! Olympus!
And I hover above the planet Earth
Flying through the sky, looking to the ground below
I am just a sad and lonely superhero
(Olympus was his name)
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15. |
The World Ain’t Square
02:29
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The world ain't square.
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You can follow me.
You (are) all I know.
It's a long way back to Germany.
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17. |
You look like Sheila
02:05
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You say your name is Celia
I think you're a liar
You say your name is Celia,
You look like Sheila
I think you think I'm crazy
It doesn't matter
You say your name is Celia
But you look like Sheila
You look like Sheila
You look like Sheila
You look like Sheila
You say your name is Eileen
I think you're a liar
You say your name is Eileen,
But you look like Sheila
I think you think I'm crazy
It doesn't matter
You say your name is Eileen
But you look like Sheila
You look like Sheila
You look like Sheila
You look like Sheila
1, 2,
1, 2, 3, 4
Sheila you are my girl and I want you home
She la la la
Sheila you are my girl and I want you home
She la la la
You might think i don’t want
you around
Sheila you are my girl and I want you home
She la la la
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Judy & the Loadies Arcata, California
Formed in 1990.
Judy: Judith Denery (nee Krauch). The Loadies: John Denery, Jess Hilliard & Chris Imlay. For some reason they always wanted us to play art openings.
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