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Meat Puppets
Meat Puppets


Background information
Origin Phoenix, Arizona, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Cowpunk
Hardcore Punk
Psychedelic Rock
Years active 1980—present
Label(s) Atlantic Records
Rykodisc
London Records
Megaforce
SST Records
Anodyne Records
Associated acts Eyes Adrift
Nirvana
Curt Kirkwood
Website Website
Members
Curt Kirkwood
Cris Kirkwood
Shandon Sahm
Former members
Derrick Bostrom
Kyle Ellison
Andrew Duplantis
Troy Meiss
Ted Marcus



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Meat Puppets Album


Too High to Die (01/25/1994)
01/25/1994
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Lake Of Fire (hidden track)
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A long time ago
I turned to myself
And said, "You are my daughter."
I saw that image
I saw there was well
"So you are my daughter."
Well, then maybe we've got
Something to talk about
Who told you so?
That gold burns slow
Like coal camper's candles
All lost in the snow
Lay down, you're on
The warmth that I'm weaving
Is for you alone
Up on the sun
Where it never rains or snows
There's an ocean
With a wind that never blows
And if you see it closer
Then the finer points will show
Not to much more
Too much more
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mercy monster grant your doom
encase your brain in an airtight tomb
forget that the tree bears good fruit to eat
chop it down and burn it for temporary heat
I'm not putting you down, don't get me wrong
I realize the number of trips other than the one I'm on
but I demand the same and I most surely condone
that you all realize it and leave me alone
glowing members of the radiant mush
squeeze down hard and feel the bones crush
mechanical children in a metal town
open your eyes and watch the rats drown
there's never been a book of rules, and those
that say there is are fools, the rain falls
softly on the barren trees
across the ocean blows a little breeze
soon my factory's gonna shut down
I'll go back to the accepting ground
but until that day this walking mire
to greater heights will aspire


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We don't exist
We eat our time
We don't resist
It's not alright

What I want out of this
What I need out of this
Cayenne

We don't exist
Night after night
We fall apart
It's quite alright

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You got wings on your fingers
In the middle of a battle
Is a little of the way you talk
And you shine
You got cobwebs on your halo
In the closet there are skeletons
Lined up ready to talk
And they shine
Fade into what
Made into hours
And pulled into lines
You got a ring around your finger
And a heart in the bottle
That never really learned to talk
And they shine
You got brickbats on your beltway
In the middle is a puzzle
With the pieces that have turned to slop
And they shine


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Last hand I shook was a boat that floated on its back all day
In the middle of a song about trees that are scared of the dark
Wait until you're gone to steal some thoughts from offa the shelf
To trade for hats with holes that let the night shine through
Exchange our fears for little glass holes
And broken dreams of bent-backed trolls
Who'll tend the trees and what's in between
The sky above is aglow with evil love
The boat sank offshore in a birdbath dreamt by a broken wheel
Left by the side of the road right where night slipped and fell
And if I ever had they couldn't tell; if we were they didn't know
She might but if he did they can't, you must, I won't
Turn our tears to little black holes
To light the way for three blind moles
Who'll tend the trees and whats in between
The sky above is aglow with evil love


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Let me see everything
Let me live forever
Give me wings and show me how
To control the weather
Give me the mountains
Give me the sea
And build a mighty tower
Especially for me
Fill the tower up with food
The kind I love to eat
Send a couple maidens
With soft hands to rub my feet
Give me superhuman strength
To wipe out what is wrong
Give me all of everything
I've wanted for so long
Unearthly visions filled my head
As I lay there and sexy music
Tumbled all around
ANd then the music turned to
Emerald feathered goblins
That cast their burning pearls
To the ground
Hot as the sun
The red rubber fountain of ecstasy
Flows from the palms of my hands
LIke the wind
Hot as the sun


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the man laid his hat on the table
hung his coat up on the wall
sat down to dinner
said as soon as I am able
I'll say something nice to you all
then he took a deck from his pocket
spread em so I saw em all
then he turned his back to me
shuffled em and drew me
the card that said I never would fall
oh mary lou won't you tell me what to do
I got a dollar on the corner
and a lazer in my shoe
if I don't get an answer
gonna split myself in two
he spun till a ton was glistening
turned to me and gave me a smile
he said I'm leaving now
but I want what you owe me
I'll be back in a little while
that was the last time I saw him
hope I never see him again
I know it sounds funny
but I owe him some money
and I really don't want him for a friend
oh mary lou won't you tell me what to do
I got a dollar on the corner
and a lazer in my shoe
if I don't get an answer
gonna split myself in two


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The horizon breaks to pieces
And the mainline is the twilight
And the giant net has a perfect window
Passage through has the ticket screaming
I want a mind
I'll tell you what I find
No severed goddess hand
No plaster in my eye
No picture of a lamb
No goddess hand have I
I'm a picture of a goddess
Of a planet in the window
Through a tiny hole in the giant curtain
I have watched as it stood undressing
I want more more eyes
I want to see more lies
In the silence of the neurons
Where the pathway has been printed
There's a gleaming hope for an understanding
Timing's gone and there's been no planning
Twho heads, one dream
Twho-thirds a crowd it seems.


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Coming down from the mountain
I have seen the high and mighty
I will go again someday
But for now I'm coming down
Coming down from the mountain
I have seen the lofty glory
I will go again someday
But for now I'm coming down
I have seen their information
On the lighter side of dumbness
I have heard the new statistics
And the stomping on the ground
Picking slowly up the rockslide
One thing always seems apparent
If the climb becomes too much
I can always turn around
Waking up from my slumber
To misunderstand another
Though they call it terra firma
It dissolves beneath my feet
Looking through a pile of garbage
For some worthless piece of paper
That's been hidden there for me
To give meaning to my day
Going down to the desert
To the dirty filthy desert
I'll be crawling through the sand
For at least a couple days
Going down to the desert
ther are things owrth avoiding
And it always makes me cross
When those things get in my way.
Coming down from the mountain
I have seen the high and mighty
I will go again someday
But for now I'm coming down
Coming down from the mountain
I have seen the lofty glory
I will go again someday
But for now I'm coming down


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Mother master, some things must be
Plastic master, this is for free
You give off a dark
Seems larger than life
Violet eyes
Plastic master, smoke drifts from a rose
Timber empire, able to explode
Cut open the box
Out rushes the night
Violet eyes
Plastic baby,
Rope drifts through open holes
Robot Kingdom, fables will explode
Cut open the box
Out rushes the night
Violet eyes


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A las cinco se cierra la barra del 33
pero Mario no sale hasta las seis
y si encima le toca hacer caja despi­dete
casi siempre se le hace de di­a
mientras Mari­a ya se ha puesto en pie
ha hecho la casa
ha hecho hasta el cafe
y le espera medio desnuda
Mario llega cansado y saluda
sin mucho afan
quiere cama pero otra variedad
y Mari­a se moja las ganas en el cafe
magdalenas del sexo convexo
luego al trabajo en un gran almacen
cuando regresa no hay mas que un somier
taciturno que usar por turnos

Cruz de navajas por una mujer
brillos mortales despuntan al alba
sangres que tinen de malva
el amanecer

Pero hoy como ha habido redada en el 33
Mario vuelve a las cinco menos diez
por su calle vaci­a a lo lejos solo se ve
a unos novios comiendose a besos
y el pobre Mario se quiere morir
cuando se acerca para descubrir
que es Mari­a con compani­a

Cruz de navajas por una mujer
brillos mortales despuntan al alba
sangres que tinen de malva
el amanecer
sobre Mario de bruces tres cruces
una en la frente la que mas dolio
otra en el pecho la que le mato
y otra miente en el noticiero
dos drogadictos en plena ansiedad
roban y matan a Mario Postigo
mientras su esposa es testigo
desde el portal
en vez de cruz de navajas por una mujer
brillos mortales despuntan al alba
sangres que tinen de malva el amanecer.


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Praise the sight
Someone dropped a ball on me
Damn the wind
Giving life to sails
Human sin
Couldn't stir a fire in me
Damn the night
As the powders fail
And one beam of light is failing
From a single crazy eye
Someone burns a name on me
Damn the night
Painted on my eyes
Back to life
Passing through the wall to me
Feel the fire
Violet, black and white
Late tonight
Someone pinned a tail on me
Later on
Someone robbed me blind
Took my life
Took my box of chicken teeth
Take the blame
Trusted enemy


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climb, climb, i always climb
out of bed in the morning
on a mountain made of sand
and i know this doesn't rhyme
but the clutter on the table
has been getting out of hand
i know that you tried to see me through
but honey i'm still having trouble
finding out what's you
time, time, it's so sublime
well they say it's non-existent
but it's playing with my mind
and phone calls don't cost a dime
in the caverns of your feelings
where the sun will never shine
i know that you tried to see me through
but honey i'm still having trouble
finding out what's you
mine, mine, which things are mine?
well i thought i saw a few
before i found out i was blind
and i think i see a sign
and it's saying where to go
and when i get there what i'll find
i know that you tried to see me through
but honey i'm still having trouble
finding out what's you


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Sand man walks the islands
Over corals bay
Wishes balanced captive
Pushing time away
In love...
Disappearing pictures
Falling from the sky
Sandman in the shallows asking
How'd I ever get so much
In love...
In love...
Sometimes always captures
Always slips around
Love is linen shrouded
And floats like lion down
In love...
THE VOID
TOUCHDOWN KING
He's got a kind of stupefying attitude
You almost see those little wing shoes
Like a light, almost shining through the air
He's a touchdown king
The air is energy whenever he's around
With bolts of lightning from the ground
Like the wind, almost flying through the air
He's a touchdown king
He's had some hard breaks on the wrong side of the line
Time and time again he's out of time
Like the wind, almost flying through the air
He's a touchdown king
The air is energy whenever he's around
With bolts of lightning from the ground
Like a light almost shining through the air
He's a touchdown king


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