1. |
Shit On Me ('89)
03:24
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SHIT ON ME
(Words and music by Herb Garden)
Drowning in your lechery you keep a nice face FRONT
Smiling all the time, whilst placing daggers in my back
It's time to reckon up, and see you as you are
The little bigot bastard you really have become.
In this world, this modern age, they tell me always, this:
That it's cool to duck and dive and look out for yourself
Emotions count for NOTHING, you roast them on the fire
Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
It's OK – shit on me,
It's OK – shit on me,
It's OK – you can shit on me,
It's OK …
- Shit on me.
Told me things were out of order, then you did them all yourself
Love is just absurdity - you've got to get your oats
This fashion/poseur coolness, It's just a load of crap
As far as I'm CONVINCED - this world is burning sick
People always open mouths and splutter out their 'truths'.
Miles and miles of platitudes it's really just a ruse.
Now then: listen do - do your worst to me,
And I'll Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
It's OK – shit on me,
It's OK – shit on me,
It's OK – you can shit on me,
It's OK …
- Shit on me.
[guitar: Phil]
It's OK – shit on me,
It's OK – shit on me,
It's OK – you can shit on me,
It's OK …
- Shit on me.
[coda]
© Herb Garden 1989
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2. |
Goodies ('89)
02:53
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GOODIES
(Words and music by Herb Garden)
Well …
It little matters where your morals lie - just keep consuming the Grand Illusion
It doesn't matter where my judgements fly - I am a factor, it is human nature
Look now those sharks are selling goodies
Take your pick: it's disaster
Look at all, Look at all, Look at all those GOODIES
Look at all, Look at all, Look at all those GOODIES
And are we destined to this fatalist equation - of devastation, rearrangement?
Time ticks, it's against our own nature - to call a stop, son, to this corruption
Look now those sharks are selling goodies
Toxic choice is being us human beings
Look at all, Look at all, Look at all those GOODIES
Look at all, Look at all, Look at all those GOODIES
But you can't have your goodies without having nasties
No, you can't have your goodies without having nasties
[repeat]
Look at all, Look at all, Look at all those GOODIES
Look at all, Look at all, Look at all those GOODIES
(But you can't have your goodies without having nasties
No, you can't have your goodies without having nasties)
Look at all, Look at all, Look at all those GOODIES
Look at all, Look at all, Look at all those GOODIES
Still all these goodies we must freely expect, to arrive - all contrived
And so my planet it circlerotates - I see the problem - it's still a-hatching
Look now those sharks are selling goodies
Toxic choice is being us human beings
Look at all, Look at all, Look at all those GOODIES
Look at all, Look at all, Look at all those GOODIES
But you can't have ya goodies wivout havin' NARSTIES!
© Herb Garden 1989
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3. |
Buried ('91)
03:46
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BURIED
(Words and music by Herb Garden)
Now. And here we go - again and again.
It's in my lungs, it's in my head, it's everywhere.
Again and again. Again and again.
It's in my lungs, it's in my head, it's everywhere.
What does this mean to me? Your petty vanity?
I am out of my depth. Do you feel what I see?
'Cos we’re BURIED
Buried right up to our necks
Can't move our arms for the shit
Buried right up to our necks
Can't move our arms for the shit
I can't escape your clutches. Your walls surround me
And when I stand up, don't you think I can speak?
'Cos I’m BURIED
Buried right up to my neck
Can't move my arms for the shit
Buried right up to my neck
Can't move my arms for the shit …
If you believe in me, well, I'm sorry but I don't know what to do,
But I know - I've done nothing for you.
'Cos I’m BURIED
Buried right up to my neck
Can't move my arms for the shit
Buried right up to my neck
Can't move my arms for the shit …
[twin guitars]
Oh no. Again and again
It's in my lungs it's in my head
It's everywhere - where I care to look
Where’s it coming from? Where’s it coming from?
Where’s it coming from? Where’s it coming from?
It's everywhere ... coming everywhere!!
And who am I to say ‘don't do things my way’?
Maybe that's alright. Could be I mess up your life.
'Cos we're BURIED
Buried right up to our necks
Can't move our arms for the shit
Buried right up to our necks
Can't move our arms for the shit.
© Herb Garden 1991
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4. |
Switching On ('90)
04:11
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SWITCHING ON
(Words and music by Herb Garden)
Yeh, flypost it - around the world
Flypost it - around the world
Who's the fool who claims an alibi?
No, no, no - just watching the money patrol
TV image - put your head in the sand
No, no, no - is this the way to evolve?
All the signs say 'Buy it!' 'Sell it!'
Enterprise they say's the by-word, BUT
Hesitate my world's in fever
And neon banners display this order.
(Switching on to new religion)
Switch on. Switch on. DIRTY MONEY
Broadcast it - around the world
Broadcast it - around the world
The intravenous image broadcast
No, no, no - they're pushing for mind-control
And these visions talk with forked tongues
No, no, no - is this the way to evolve?
This media-age of forced aggression
Fuels big tastes, creates compulsions, BUT
Hesitate my world's in fever
Organic matters have no factor.
(Switching on to new religion)
Switch on. Switch on. DIRTY MONEY
TV … insanity … We're talking …
TV … insanity … We're talking …
Necessity makes us players all.
No, no, no - just watching the money patrol
The new Messiah they say’s in our pocket.
No, no, no. Is this the way to evolve?
You can't defy, our sucked-in order
This TV forced a new religion, BUT
Hesitate my world's in fever
And the power has no flower.
(Switching on to new religion)
Switch on. Switch on. DIRTY MONEY.
Switch on.
[Switch it.]
© Herb Garden 1990
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5. |
Shed Off The Pounds
02:19
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SHED OFF THE POUNDS
(Words and music by Herb Garden)
Dieticians tell them news
People go on five-mile runs
Occupation all devout
Cut out the butties fried and nice
Got to shed off the pounds - it's aesthetic propaganda
Got to shed off the pounds - to make your life better
Got to shed off the pounds - it's that Western occupation
Got to shed off the pounds - it's aesthetic propaganda
Higher-seller work-out tapes
Vanity has gonne to seed
More subscribers part with cash
Sod the Third World, let's look flash
Got to shed off the pounds - it's aesthetic propaganda
Got to shed off the pounds - to make your life better
Got to shed off the pounds - it's that Western occupation
Got to shed off the pounds - it's aesthetic propaganda
Work it out!!
[pant, pant, gasp!]
Oyez, work it out for yourselves!
Oyez
Work it ouuuuuuuutt!!
Surgeons face-lift the grotesque
Cosmetic values grow and grow
Got to look your Sunday best
(Not yourself-
Be someone else!)
Got to shed off the pounds...
WORK IT OUT!
© Herb Garden 1989
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6. |
Wet Dream ('90)
03:25
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WET DREAM
(Words and music by Herb Garden)
Well, when I was young I thought I was free
And all the nice people lived their perfect lives
This world of opportunities was open to see
And this life, this universe, revolved around me
I've got to wake up. I've got to shake up.
Living your life in a big wet dream
Where things don't appear first as they seem.
So all those thoughts that I trusted were all well and good
And that people weren't just in it to get what they could
I greenly believed what most people said
Then I left myself open - I was perfect prey
I've got to wake up. I've got to shake up.
Living your life in a big wet dream
Where things don't appear first as they seem.
Wake up, wake up.
Oh now all these thoughts they’re sending me to OBLIVION
Which way should I turn, to the right, to the left?
Forwards or backwards? But now
I know the change is coming is coming, is coming... NOW
So, they sent me to oblivion and the predictable play
Of the cynics sitting satisfied brushing all aside
Well, this bubble's got to burst, my friend. One day it WILL
'Cos this life, this universe don't revolve around you
You've got to wake up. You've got to shake up.
Living your life in a big wet dream
Where things don't appear first as they seem.
Living your life in a big wet dream
Yeah things don't appear first as they seem.
Wake up.
© Herb Garden 1990
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7. |
D.N.A. ('91)
03:28
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D.N.A.
(Words and music by Herb Garden)
Yeh. There's a message, better hear it now
If you don't it'll be too late
Toxic gases running from your tail-pipe
It's disaster to the bitter end.
Too much abstract creation
Painful roads of erosion for the soul that's within
On this one rock in a million
Sail on the human condition
All that is lies-and-seduction
Laying all our hopes to waste
On this one rock in a million
Call us DNA: Destructive Natural Agents
We've got the chromosome
That makes us MAN - that's M.A.N.
Been on the planet relatively seconds
But you know it doesn't take much time
Have it now and don't think thrice –
The consequence is neither here nor there.
Join in the escapist convention
Passport from fundamental realities
From DNA to the Bomb
Sail on the human condition
All that is lies-and-seduction
Laying all our hopes to waste
On this one rock in a million
Call us DNA: Destructive Natural Agents
We've got the chromosome
That makes us MAN - that's M.A.N.
Walking thru the backstreets of life,
Always doing the breast-stroke
Marking time.
Well, planting cows and cutting trees
Mother Nature chokes on shit
Bad heart and a dodgy brain
Becomes the expected fix.
Too much abstract creation,
Painful roads of erosion for the soul that's within
On this one rock in a million
Sail on the human condition
All that is lies-and-seduction
Laying all our hopes to waste
On this one rock in a million.
Call us DNA: Destructive Natural Agents
We've got the chromosome
That makes us MAN - that's M.A.N.
© Herb Garden 1991
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8. |
Nonsense ('90)
03:19
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NONSENSE
(Words and music by Herb Garden)
Now - come join the fun
In the game of family consumption
And populate, yeah calculate
How much one species can really take
Nonsense - this world is overpopulated
Nonsense - to destruction dedicated
Set the wheels to Oblivion
'Cos where will we be in a hundred years on?
Nonsense - this world is overpopulated
Nonsense - to destruction dedicated
Marketing déjà vu. Nonsense rules shooting at you
Marketing déjà vu. Nonsense rules shooting at you
So - reproduce and take your view
That this world is out to TAKE
So - shape your face, I know your place
It will seal the fate of the human race
Nonsense - this world is overpopulated
Nonsense - this place is near exacerbated
All you can sing about is your phoney love
But where will we be in a hundred years on?
Nonsense - this world is overpopulated
Nonsense - to destruction dedicated
Marketing déjà vu. Nonsense rules shooting at you
Marketing déjà vu. Nonsense rules shooting at you
Huh! (Whoaarrghh!i!)
Now - take this weight that man has made
In this world that he conceives is really fake
Take this weight and call a break
To these decadent feasts that seal our fate
Nonsense - this world is overpopulated
Nonsense - to destruction dedicated
A monosodium glutamate fix from an almighty corporate fist
Nonsense - this world is overpopulated
Nonsense - to destruction dedicated
Marketing déjà vu. Nonsense rules shooting at you
Marketing déjà vu. Nonsense rules shooting at you
[Bom, Bom, Bom-bom, Buddle-um-Baaam]
© Herb Garden 1990
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9. |
Shit On Me ('91)
02:33
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SHIT ON ME
(Words and music by Herb Garden)
Drowning in your lechery you keep a nice face FRONT,
Smiling all the time, whilst placing daggers in my back.
It's time to reckon up, and see you as you are,
The little bigot bastard you really have become.
In this world, this modern age, they tell me always, this:
That it's cool to duck and dive and look out for yourself.
Emotions count for NOTHING, you roast them on the fire,
Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
It's O.K. – shit on me,
It's O.K. – you can shit on me,
It's O.K. – shit on me,
It's O.K. …
- Shit on me.
Told me things were out of order, then you did them all yourself,
Love is just absurdity - you've got to get your oats.
This fashion/poseur coolness, it's just a load of crap,
As far as I'm CONVINCED - this world is burning sick.
People always open mouths and splutter out their "truths".
Miles and miles of platitudes it's really just a ruse.
Now then: listen do - do your worst to me,
And I'll Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn.
It's O.K. – shit on me,
It's O.K. – shit on me,
It's O.K. – shit on me,
It's O.K. …
- Shit on me.
Schizer!!
[guitar: Phil]
It's O.K. – shit on me,
It's O.K. – you can shit on me,
It's O.K. – shit on me,
It's O.K. …
- Shit on me.
© Herb Garden 1989
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