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Primus Album


Tales From The Punchbowl (1995)
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Space Farm
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Captain Shiner
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C'mon kiddies gather round
Who's your foremost friend in town?
From main to maple the name resounds
Professor Nutbutter

He's the one, the humble one
The Barkley County prodigal son
Here to serve only you
Professor Nutbutter

At old Nutbutter's house of treats
From jellied jams to sacks of sweets,
There's creamy and nutritious spreads for all
Chemist, master of entomology
The professor for a modest fee
Will cure what ails you
Guaranteed Professor Nutbutter

It's alright, don't fear the worm

C'mon kiddies don't be shy
Be youthful til the day you die
The man, the myth
The magic of Professor Nutbutter

He's the one the only one
The Meeklybville prodigal son
Here to help us with ourselves
Professor Nutbutter

It's alright to fear the worm
It's alright to fear the worm
It's alright to fear the worm

Spoken
It's alright to fear the worm
The worm, the worm is our friend
Um, but not all of the properties of the worm can be
Uh, fully, fully, well, appreciated by the
Uh, the human body itself, but, um
It's, it's, it's, it's ok to, to fear the worm
Um, I, myself, have had no,
Uh, problems with the worm but in a certain situation
Uh, I would feel like, what, what
Uh, ramifications, um, could occur?
Uh, theres, theres really no need to
Uh, to fear much of anything, you know
Fear of the, fear of the temptation is a, more, probably, more,
More, appropriate word in this particular scenario
Um, the, uh, well, it, depends on what you want, I suppose
It really depends on, on what you want

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Mrs Blaileen - she was a sixth grade teacher
And she controlled the children
By using humiliation
The target always seemed to be Donny
He was a bit slower than the others
When he was quite young
His mother died at the kitchen table
While choking on some food
The fashion of the day
Was bleach and tied Levi's
Donny decided to make some,
But he didn't know to rinse them
So he came to school a reekin'
Bleach stenched filled the classroom
Mrs. Blaileen began to chastise
She made him feel like an asshole
Two feet small

Oh what a lonely boy

Don and Ronald
They always stuck together
For they were a bit different than the others
And they were as tight as brothers
Then Ronald moved away
Now Steven
He was year or two younger
And he really thought he was something
He liked to harass other children
Or anyone he found outnumbered.

Alone Don walks from fishing
Steven and his friend they stop him
They took his hat and they taunt him,
Pimp-slap him with a newspaper
Don lunged forward with his fish knife
Then ran all the way home weeping
He gave his knife to his father and
Said "I think I hurt Steve"

Oh what a lonely boy

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Wynona's got herself a big brown beaver
And she shows him off to all her friends
One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her,
So she caged him up with cyclone fence

Along came Lou with the old baboon
And said "Recognize that smell?
Smells like seven layers,
That beaver eats Taco Bell"
(Come on)

Now Rex was a Texan out of New Orleans
And he travelled with the carnival shows
He ran bumper cars, sucked cheap cigars
And he candied up his nose

He got wind of the big brown beaver
So he though he'd take himself a peek,
But the beaver was quick
And grabbed him by the kiwis
And he ain't pissed for a week
(And a half!)

Now Wynona took her big brown beaver
And she stuck him up in the air
Said "I sure do love this big brown beaver
And I wish I did have a pair"

Now the beaver once slept for seven days
And it gave us all an awful fright
So I tickled his chin and I gave him a pinch
And the bastard tried to bite me

Wynona loved her big brown beaver
And she stroked him all the time
She pricked her finger one day and it
Occurred to her she might have a porcupine
(Come on)

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Quite a surprise
What an ingenious device
Boredom encompasses my time
I don't know what I should do

Indulging a moment of your time
Seldom the breeder of lies
But you won't believe that it's true
They take to the sky

Southbound Pachyderm

Pinholes through cardboard
At the Sun
Passing the bucks by one by one
Leaving nothing in return

Watching the majest blow past
Speculating which will be the last
Savoring my piece of pie

And there is no reprise
They're filling the sky
Southbound Pachyderm

. . .

Space Farm

[No lyrics]

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In the year of our Lord
Call it 1994
A fine vintage of mimicry

There are those that take their sound
From someone else's Toil
Liking to parrots you see

I've seen the likes of Kate Bush
And Van Morrison
Teaching the parrots to sing

Take a Zepplin riff
And you alter it a bit
And make lots of money
It's called plagiarism

You want some of that cheese
Just take a big ol' bite
Careful not to choke on it please

Now here we go
It's called plagiarism

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look out below!

questions deserving answers
answers deserving action
what am i? the populi?
i am but a fraction
is there heaven?
is there hell?
is that tuna that i smell?
come on

look out below!

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He stood in line with the rest
And waited got his chance
To take his place behind the glass
And watch the ladies dance

It's the nature of things

He stepped into the darkened space
The air was thick and warm
He drops the coins in one by one
The scene unfolds before him

He stands looking eye to thigh
As she looks down from above
Only to be recognized
As his former love

It's the nature of things

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Del Davis sold a Christmas tree
Stood up to 8 feet tall
Season was lookin' mighty thin
He'd hoped to sell 'em all
Here he comes with a dollar in his hand
Represents the epitomized man

The boy liked rock 'n' roll
Seemed that's the way he paid his way
With the help of Del and them "Doogs"
There's a bit more joy this holiday

Here he comes...

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Oh I can still remember
Jenny Hernando
She was my little lovely one
When I was seventeen.
I remember the day that she
Gave me her viriginity
And then she gave it to everyone
In our vicinity.

Oh I can still remember
Julie Tolentino
The dancing Filipino
We used to run around.
Her and Flouncin' Freddy
Were going hot and steady.
Now she runs a dyke bar,
The biggest one in town.

I can still remember my
Old friend Todd Squelati
I watching him snort a
Milkshake right up his nose.
He slurped it up the left side.
Blew it out the right side.
How he ever kept it down,
I will never know.

Of course I still remember
Ol Flouncin' Freddy
We were pumping gas
Down at El Sobrante Shell
His Mustang was his pride n' joy
He liked to dance the cowboy,
Hanging out at Jack In the Box
But eat at Taco Bell.

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Used to come around here
To peddle his wares
A lot more takers now
The turkey "J"
You can taste the air
Around your face
His name was Barrest Jeffries
They picked him up twice
For cooking up amphetamine
Now he's on the tweek again
Drinking county prune
He doesn't mind so much
So we'd sit around the fire
Singing "Kumbaya"
"Kumbaya", I said

. . .


They headed southward from San Francisco,
To be with Chuckles and the others.
With electric in the air and peroxide in their hair,
They looked like golden brothers.
They drove a Datsun, an automatic,
The radio blaring static,
He made a face into the light
and burst out laughing at the sight.
The hysteria ensuing would dominate the night.
From all the candy, the seats were sticky,
As they were drawn into the grapevine.
Then "Introduce Yourself" came on
as they barreled through the fog.
The demon puffing madly on a mentholated log.
They were tired, they were sleepy,
So they parked behind the Roxy.
Adam left to use the phone, so he sat there all alone,
When Adam's voice come beaming through on the radio,
He started laughing...

. . .

Captain Shiner

[No lyrics]

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