Album:
Satan And Me (2001)
official release: april

01.///Translucent Lover.

Pump the bass pop a mint, shake out the belly lint---
Feel the beat hop, feel the beat hop,
let your pants down, cuz you know you can't stop,
be-bop, be-bop, drip drop, tick tock, tick tock///

Don't be the little man who missed the party van,
flippin like a fry cook in the frying pan,
there are tables everywhere, so get yourself under,
get your bad self blundered, were laying down thunder.
Come on come on, come on come on, come on///
Oooh mama, I think I like your style///

Yeah, translucent lover--
yeah, its alright.--
yeah, there she hovers--
yeah, outta sight.

Hey there hairy mama, why don't you have a saddle on my llama.

Get the records out, cuz we're down without a doubt,
but its gotta shake the butt while we twist and shout.
My man will kick bass, Freehly will drop Ace,
and we'll wake up in the morning with beats on our face.

come on come on.

Yeah, translucent lover--
yeah, its alright.--
yeah, there she hovers--
yeah, outta sight.

Album:
Satan And Me (2001)
official release: april

also appears on Syd Barrett Blues sampler

Andrea Michael on high vocal

Parker Ramsey on bass and backing vocals

02.///Four Dopes.

Hirohito's a cad, Malkovich is my dad.
If its not sewn in velvet, well it must be a fad.
Dearest Elvis he can hear me, though I'm only a tree--
If I fell in the woods well he'd get to his knees?
Through the tawdry sheen, like a recurrent dream gnawing on my psyche,
he stank of aquavelva, and a Special-Ed. prom queen.

Dikka doo dikka doo, doo doo doo doo doo, dikka doo dikka doo doo doo.

Slimming in that hat, I'm jonesing for fat--
yeah, how'd you get yourself into any of that?
Cruising round for cheap thrills, tiny yellow hell pills --
wash it all down with a mouthfull of old swill.
In the wake of blue, she was dressed but in shoes -gnawing on my finger///
if only mother knew/// Better ditch the goats head stew.

Dikka doo dikka doo, doo doo doo doo doo, dikka doo dikka doo doo doo.

She's the cream of the kill, away put your dill--
Your boogie nights are numbered, and your over the hill.
The neighbors have been pouting that your cranking No Doubt,
and I'd have to say I'm with 'em, cuz you're creeping me out.
Through the tawdry fuzz, like a recurrent buzz gnawing on my psyche,
they'll burn you just because-- Cant say just who you was.

Dikka doo dikka doo, doo doo doo doo doo, dikka doo dikka doo doo doo.

Album:
Satan And Me (2001)
official release: april

03.///Satan And Me.
Everywhere, I here the sound of.

Album:
Satan And Me (2001)
official release: april

Aaron Bellamy on Bass

04.///Said the Spider.

Just as I feared, another papsmear,
I can't keep it together, i'm a ball of tears.
Big Bad Wolf's on his way to beat the piss out of me--
But I'll be damned if i run like a cat to a tree.
As I cross the floor, there's a knock on my door,
As i pop my head out, I hear the mother roar--
I nearly messed my freakin' droors.

You're mine said the spider to the fly.

Peering through the peephole, I picked up my stuff,
I grabbed some new pants as he huffed and he puffed.
Wished farewell to gramma- I don't do goodbye.
Like a fly on a wall-- I made like a fly.
As i cross the floor, there's a knock on my door,
as I pop my head out, I hear the mother roar.
I nearly messed my freakin droors.

You're mine said the spider to the fly.

Album:
Satan And Me (2001)
official release: april

05.///Yoko Ono Knows.

I'm in the front, smoking a blunt--my toes go numb, I can't believe Yoko.
She's in the back smoking her crack--phoning her quack, I can't believe this Yoko.
Little blue turd jerking the bird, he'll never last- don't cross Yoko.

Yoko Ono, oh no no, I know she knows I know Yoko.
Yoko smiles, and for her that's fine--
but her piercing gaze burns in my mind.

Burning inside, just let it ride--formaldahide will numb your toes.
She's on our trail, like bread gone stale--much like Dan Quayle's potatoe.
Yoko stutters, "fluffer-nutters from cow's utters is nasty yo."

Yoko Ono, oh no no, I know she knows I know Yoko.
Yoko smiles, and for her that's fine--
but her piercing gaze burns in my mind.

Album:
Satan And Me (2001)
official release: april

also appears on Syd Barrett Blues sampler

Andrea Michael on high vocal

Humiliation Simmers

Humilation simmers on the back of the stove,
like teenage virgin lovers in the coconut grove.
Repressed I have a purpose- like a basket of warm eggs,
like Cheech & Chong in Reno with newly shaven legs.
After absences of malice and cold fronts of bliss,
I've wrapped myself in moist towel-ettes awaiting your kiss.
The things you did once irked me, so often they besmirched me
though my eyes we're crusted over- hypnotized by hurdy-gurdy.
Those lips are mighty perty

And though my dorsal fin--- vestigial and strange,
renders me inhuman--unfit to roam the plane.
He ain't not have called me "fat girl," thus I smote his sacred cow.
It was child-ish yes I will admit, but I'm over all that now.

By the glass bowl full of faces that I keep by the door,
she poked me in the eye, cuz I'm sometimes a whore.
Feeling pensive, staying home-- all alone in the dark,
I judge myself unworthy--at the cars I do bark.
Surprised by my actions I check my self in
at McLean's down the street cuz I'm looking pretty thin.
Out of maggots, pissing steam, skating on the thin ice,
my glutton fried mushball turned out to be lice.
I told you once, don't make me say twice.

Arthur C. Clarke controls our every thought--
He's been programmed by the government to teach us what we're taught.
I know my dorsal fin--- vestigial and strange \
renders me in-human--but I sware I'm not insane.

la la la la

Album:
Satan And Me (2001)
official release: april

Joey Slliks on backing vocals

07.///Here at Home.

Bought me a vowel to win back my bowels
that I lost down in New Mexico.
Never kid a kidder when his pants are are on fire,
that's when he'll steal your mother's panty hose.
Nothing I can do, "Egads, Danny's eating poo,"
he can pick his friends on his own.
Lenny beat me down, glad it didn't get around,
or I'd soon be wearing Danny's sorry shoes.

Here at home and alone, I doubt you even care.
Over there, my underwear grew hair upon its hair.

Bob swiped the punch, thus lost Mondays lunch
and went into these nervous fits.
Even as a wino, I'm just better off dead,
I've got one good eye and two horrotious armpits.
Nothing I can do, "Egads, Shirley's eating poo,"
she can pick her friends on her own.
Lenny beat me down, glad it didn't get around,
or i'd soon be wearing Shirley's sorry shoes.

Here at home and alone, I doubt you even care.
Over there, my underwear grew hair upon its hair.

Album:
Satan And Me (2001)
official release: april

Joey Slliks on backing vocals

08.///Oh My God.

Oh my god, boo beep boo da dee doo,
Oh my god, they've taken my brain.

Keep it short and sweet, there are buggers in the street,
Unkle Jim has learned to swim, and he's groovin to the beat///
the second one he's botched while silly on scotch--
Suicide is painless, but its better just to watch.
I layed the golden goose who dosed the mighty Seuss
Dabbling in the fine art of jerking off the truth...
Kodos, Kodos, thrust a finger up his nose.
When he yanked, out fell Edgar Allen Poe.

Oh my god boo beep boo da dee doo,
Oh my god, they've taken my brain.

In a bright and firey ball at the East river mall,
the tweakers dropped it down, the freaks were getting small.
Their words they rang true, as they blasted through J. Crew,
I sat and stared, there was little I could do.

Eeenie, meenie, meenie, meenie, meenie, miney moe.
Buck Rogers is the man, but Twiggy stole the show.

Bum didda bum didda bum didda bum.
Argle Bargle or a Fooforah

Oh my god boo beep boo da dee doo,
Oh my god, they've taken my brain.

Album:
Satan And Me (2001)
official release: april

music by Rod Webber

lyrics: Keith Butters, Matt Grennon and Rod Webber

09.///Dever's Lawn.

I've got a def denim jacket-I make a lot of racket,
I get my fix from a zip lockin packet.
I drink hard liquor, play a fly metal kicker--
Slayer, the player, plays all the more sicker.
I am the man who makes a bowl from a can,
put in the leaf from the deaf sucker Dan--
With looks like Ozzy and some beer from Buzzi,
licks from Jimi make me warm and fuzzy. Fuzzy.

This guy named Ron took out my lawn.
To my dismay, my name is Sean.
I buy kind-bud-- my style's Elmer Fudd,
but you can't dis me cuz I got the mean green shrubs.
Got the shrubs.

I'll steal your money, it may not be so funny,
but I can't hold my liquor, and my underwear is runny.
Bing bang boogle, S.D.'s my logo,
I drop fat jams on the weed that's loco.

I'm a heavy Metal singer,I like a lot of Winger--
The girlies don't like me, cuz I got a stinky finger.
You know I'm on the level. I'm rhymin and I revel,
John Lennon was the Walrus, but I am the Devil.

satan laughing spreads his wings

Album:
Satan And Me (2001)
official release: april

10.///Computer Hero.

Upon the cold horizon, floating through time with Barbara Streisand.
Bumped heads with Steven Hawking, metaphysically computer rocking.
Pushing buttons, popping sprockets, dropping rocket science in his left breast pocket.
Barbie slapped the skins at the People's Choice, while Steven rocked the mic with his robo-voice.

Put your hands in the air- and shake em round like you just don't care.
Put your feet on the floor- move 'em round like the days of yore.
Gettin' down with my computer--Don't you look at me like you can dispute her.
Poppin out those ones and zeros--Gettin on down, computer hero.

Dentists are insane, its common knowledge, doing twenty years at smile college.
Let me see your teeth, my name is Randle, Tony was a Tiger, not my handle.
Pushing buttons, popping sprockets, dropping rocket science in his left breast pocket.
Barbie slapped the skins at the People's Choice, while Steven rocked the mic with his robo-voice.

Put your hands in the air- and shake em round like you just don't care.
Put your feet on the floor- move 'em round like the days of yore.
Gettin' down with my computer--Don't you look at me like you can dispute her.
Poppin out those ones and zeros--Gettin on down, computer hero.