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Our Winter Love
(A. Morgan, T. Giarrosso)
I want to hold
You all the time
You want to run
You should be mine.
We both should be
as one, you see?
together for
eternity.
You were so cold
and mean to me
but not so bold
then try to flee
I don't know why
We grew apart
run you can try
but I have your heart
I want to hold you never let you go
but the authorities tell me it can’t be so
I'm hanging your
stockings with care so
detectives won't
find DNA there.
I'll love you to
the end of time
I think by then,
you'll still be mine
No matter how
cold you may get
I'll warm you up
I'm not a threat
Your hair of gold
And skin of blue
Makes me want to
Be close to you
Keep laying there
Just be still
If I don’t love you
Nobody will
I love your eyes as I see ‘em
Staring out your masoleum
Heart of stone
Skin of Ice
May I kiss you?
That would be nice
Your are the
Love of my life
This way you are
The perfect wife
They think that you’ve
Gone away
But now’s the time
For us to play
I’ll be your groom
You be my bride
We’ll sleep forever
Side by Side
Timeless like the ancient druids
You’re full of embalming fluid
I want to hold
You all the time
You want to run
You should be mine.
We both should be
as one, you see?
together for
eternity.
We both should be
as one, you see?
together for
eternity.
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3… is an evil number.
Yes it is
it's an evil number.
Somewhere in the Devil's own triumvirate
You get 3.. as an evil number
The Bad, the Vicious and the Ugly
Wicked, Wrong and Fugly
Vile, Beastly, and Lewd
Give you 3.. its an Evil number.
It takes three fates to make a damnation
To curse you when you’re dead
It takes three prongs to make a Trident
To spear you in the head
When its 3
You can see
It's an evil number
A man and a zombie had a little baby,
(For dinner) Yes, they did.
It fed three in the family,
And that's an evil number.
Penguin, Joker and Two-Face
Villians up in your face.
Batman back in his place
cause of 3 it's an evil number…
Flatbeds, Trucks and Fountains
Snake canyon in the Mountains
Eval's jumping' things he cannot see
it's a Kineval number.
3 times 2 is 666 - The number of the beast
3 times 3 is 9 - circles of hell in which we feast
3 times 4 is 12 A dozen minions at your feet.
3 times 5 is 15 repugnant toadies for trick or treat.
3 times 6 is 18: 6 + 6 + 6
Evil numerology is how we get our kicks
3 times 7 is 21 – blackjack of the damned
Your Aces and Eights make up the Dead Man’s Hand!
A man and a zombie had a little baby,
For dinner. Yes, they did.
It fed three in the family,
And that's an evil number.
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Johny wanted something that he shouldn't aughta want
he was doin well and had a gal, but somethin did haunt
his eyes started wanderin', he was playin' with fire
On the night that he finally saw his heart's desire.
Chorus:
Now his teardrops fall like rain
But it don't mean a thing
'Cause it's starting to come down
The reign of the King.
Her name was Rochalinda and she had ambitions
and they started rubbin off on Johny's antsy condition.
He saw her in a nightclub where she liked to sing.
The beginning of the downfall of the Reign of the king.
Now his teardrops fall like rain
But it don't mean a thing
'Cause it's starting to come down
The reign of the King.
Johnny had to prove his love, and he knew what he would do
He'd make a move on the big man, Mr. Hefty LaRue
He thought he'd win his love by grabbin' that brass ring
But time was runnin' out on the Reign of the new King
He plugged big man LaRue like you'd plug up a drain
but laRue's jealous wife she started goin' insane
She put a slug in Johnny's head like it didn't mean a thing
He died in RochaLinda's arms...the end of the King
Now her teardrops fall like rain
But it don't mean a thing
'Cause it's starting to come down
The reign of the King.
The reign of the King
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I may be getting old, but I’m not to old to sing the blues
I’m getting older, my memory’s startin’ to go
Yes, I’m getting’ older, my memory’s startin’ to go
Somebody please help me
‘Cause I can’t remember no….thing.
The words are all mixed up, can’t make ‘em rhyme
Yeah, those words are mixed up, can’t even make ‘em rhyme
Don’t know what’s the problem
I used to do it all the…way.
So I went down to the crossroads, my guitar by my side
I went on down to the crossroads, my guitar by my side
I got nowhere to run, baby,
I got no place to...sit down.
You know my woman left me, you know she did me wrong. Yes she did.
You know my woman left me, you know she done me wrong
She left me all alone here
That’s why I’m singing this…tune.
Sometimes I forget that my baby just ain't true
I said sometimes I forget that mean old woman just ain't true
I got those memory-sapping
Mean old Alzheimer's...orange ... fuchia or maybe some shade of red...
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How can I make you understand?
Our love follows a master plan
From stories told by girl and beau
In days of romance long ago
To find you I looked near and far
In cemeteries and graveyards
My shovel worked from coast to coast
Cause you’re the girl I dig the most
Then I brought you to my lab
Where I put you on the slab
You came around at 12 o’clock
It must have come as quite
A piece from here, a part from there
A little bit from who knows where
A little power from above
That’s my recipe for love
A romance just like ours, my dear
Cannot start ‘til I holler “Clear”!
I don’t mean to give you jolts
But here comes 50,000 volts
When I first saw you I took your hand
And legs, spleen, and pineal gland
I stitched them up with a cross hatch
Until you had no strings attached
You’ve got a heart that’s never blue
And fantastic kidneys too
Is it divine insripration?
Or just superior circulation?
A piece from here….
I don’t want to be facetious
While I watch you go to pieces
I know darling you’ll be mine
Or my name isn’t…(Frankenstein)
[RAP]
Your veins I see coursing with life
And know that you must be my wife
So walk with me into the light
And never ever leave my sight
I hope you’re equally as smitten
If love bites, I know I’ve been bitten
The final chapter of our story
In our underground laboratory
[BREAKDOWN (Nervous)]
A piece from here…
How can I make you understand?…
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Allan Morgan and Tom Giarrosso bring subversion and mayhem into perspective with their short ditties about everyday life. It also helps to understand them if you are psychotically insane or enjoy Joe Covenant's twisted thoughts on zombification.
released December 13, 2009
Allan Morgan - Voice and plunking on things
Tom Giarrosso - Voice and analyst bills