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LES CLAYPOOL / COLONEL CLAYPOOL'S BUCKET OF BERNIE BRAINS
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Lyrics: The Big Eyeball in the Sky

Track: 1
5:56 minutes
BUCKETHEAD

He didn't like to jostle in the light
Finding it much soother in the night
With his face as pale as pancakes
And his posture in rebellion with his height

He was raised to respect Father he was loving to his Ma
Being kind to all the children and the animals he saw
In his youth he looked at Jacko with gleaming admiration
Moon walking through the gardens of his Disneyland Vacation

Then he took a pallid mask and he glued it to his face
And it gave him the temerity to join the human race
He stood like great Ulysses with guitar in his hand
Pledging to deflate the cynical that plague the glory land

Buckethead

And the people came to know him as a man of noble cause
Ignoring eccentricities and interactive flaws
The ones that knew him best were the ones that called him kind
Clueless to the depth of his complicated mind

But when he takes a pallid mask and he glues it to his face
It gives him the temerity to join the human race
Standing up like great Ulysses with guitar in his hand
Pledging to deflate the cynical that plague the glory land

Buckethead

Track 2
3:34
THAI NOODLES

Have you met old Slick?
He's slicker than spit
He's slicker than alligator shit
Ask the girls in town and man they say he's it
That's old Slick
He's lightning-quick
He's slyer than old St. Nick
He'll singe your eyebrows off with one snap flick of his Bic
That's old Slick
He's finer than frog hair
He'll give you that albacore stare
His voice lies on ya heavy like New Orleans air
Our man Slick he loves the Thai noodles he loves the Thai noodles

Slick he's got him a new ride
He's shiftin' with astroglide
Rolling his Sherman tank upholstered buffalo hide
He'll steal your heart away
He'll turn a homophobe gay
He'll communicate thoughts no one ever had the balls to say

He's awful slick
And he loves the Thai noodles
I do believe he said he loves the Thai noodles

Have you met old Slick?

Track: 3
4:54 minutes
TYRANNY OF THE HUNT

The tyranny of the hunt
Will take you by surprise
It'll cloud the most unobstructed eye
The unpliable will ply
I tore a chunk from my finger
Red droplets to the floor
Suddenly it hits me I won't be violining anymore

The tyranny of the hunt
So goes the tyranny of the hunt

The tyranny of the hunt
Broke his morals down
Left him standing in the bathroom
With his trousers on the ground

You may be drawn by sight
You may be drawn by smell
You might be led to Xanadu
Or sent off straight to hell

The tyranny of the hunt
So goes the tyranny of the hunt

A Petaluma man
Showed his gal a trick
He took a needle full of cocaine
And he shot it in his prick

They say he got the gangrene
The pain it wouldn't stop
And when he took a hot bath that night
His pecker floated to the top

The tyranny of the hunt
So goes the tyranny of the hunt

Track: 4
9:58
ELEPHANT GHOST

Instrumental

Track: 5
3:51
HIP SHOT FROM THE SLAB

Whatcha gonna do about it, huh?
Whatcha gonna do about it

Track: 6
4:20
JUNIOR

Yee Haw!
Look at him go
Look at that sonabitch go!

There is a boy named Junior
Playing Uncle Sam
Got a master plan
Like Vietnam
Don't give a good goddamn about Saddam
Gonna drink his oil right out the can

Look at him go

Throwing cash around like it's made of dirt
God made dirt and dirt don't hurt
Gets that monkey on the back of his shirt
Once that 10-40 starts to spurt

Look at him go

I do say
Quite an interesting situation you all have there
I'm not sure if he's mad
Or slightly off center
It's amusing from my perspective
In sort of a frightening way

Ding ding dong dong
Ding ding dong dong

Look at him go

Now if you give him half a chance
He'll surely impress you with his dance
Maybe even reach on down in your pants
Give you some greasy ol' romance

Look at him go

Track: 7
6:12
SCOTT TAYLOR

Instrumental

Track: 8
4:35
THE BIG EYE BALL IN THE SKY

Believe in the lie
Of the big eye ball in the sky

Billy, watch what your saying
Billy, watch what you do
Billy, best lay back and watch the wide screen
Believin' all of it's true

They're comin' through the dishes
And through the billboards too
They own that gas you're pumping out
And soon they're gonna own both Billy and you

Believe in the lie
Of the big eye ball in the sky

Susie on the computer
Susie in the commode
Susie stuck her fingers down her throat
After chowing down a big bowl of rocky-road

In the pages of Cosmo
They like 'em waify and thin
Now wouldn't it be nice if Calvin Klein
Helped Susie wipe the vomit from her chin

Believe in the lie
Of the big eye ball in the sky

Now Granny likes her media
She likes it nice and hard
When her soaps are on TV
She buys it by the yard
Gramps is in the room
Saying it's a bunch of crap
Watching football games for hours
With tortillas on his lap
Now me I like my media
I like it nice and thick
Throwing options at the walls
To see which ones will stick
But to formulate opinions
From what I see, is a joke
Because American TV's owned by Pepsi
And by Coke

Believe in the lie
Of the big eye ball in the sky

Track: 9
4:13
JACKALOPE

Instrumental

Track: 10
4:13
48 HOURS TO GO

You got 48 hours to go
Best start wrestling with your soul
Because a Texas boy's got a big hard on for you, Man

You got 48 hours to go
Better climb up out your hole
Or Burrow in deep, burrow in deep
Burrow in deep like a tick, like a tick
Like a tick, man!

Run run run run run away
And live to Saddam-ize another day
You ain't got time to shit or pray
Cuz the dogs of rationale have gone astray
They've gone astray

You got 48 hours left
You can almost smell his breath
It smells of high horse
It smells of high horse

You got 48 hours to go
And they're coming
Win, place or show
So lay down your money
Lay down your money
Lay down your money

Are you bettin' on the Yanks
In the clanky old tanks
Are you firing up the Kroner
Are you firing up the Francs

When your 48 hours done
Will they find that smoking gun
Or basket of snipe
A bucket of tripe
Some asses to wipe
It's all just hype
Cuz there's oil to swipe

You got 48 hours to go

Track: 11
4:16
IGNORANCE IS BLISS

When Jesus saw the pain
Of the things done in his name
He packed his suitcase and his golf clubs
Filled his pockets full of grain

He said to hell with all this
He blew a farewell kiss
To be all knowing is quite stressful
While Ignorance is Bliss

Ignorance is Bliss

Straight from the video store
Billy's marching off to war
I heard they called our Lady Liberty a greasy little whore
Well the pot is on the boil
We're down a couple quarts of oil
The President is reacting like
Like an old near-sighted mohel

I'll see you on the other side
As our heads implode from blind pride
Try to reBingeBuddy these words

Ignorance is bliss

Here Today... Gone To Hell!

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