P/1: lead vocals, guitar, track Rubio: BKG vocals Ginetta Vendetta: Trumpet
produced by Polarity/1
--------------------------------------------- Allison ponders a man named Mose
He's up on a mountain with his bush a-burnin'
Was he sucking on Yvonne's toes?
While girl sits home all toss and turnin'
Cold compress and a dose of religion
A yen to confess what's in her bones
Shopping for shoes in lieu of livin'
Then bolt the door and get on with jones
Stairwell dank in the cold of summer
Love is hard. No love's a bummer
I know
Chorus: Love is hard Lovelorn Love is hard Shopworn Got to slow down Got to slow down
Slow down to get born
Moses suits up, shoots up the fast lane
Swims upstream in digital pool
Knocking down pussy like lines of cocaine
A gut full of gimme and a mouth full of drool
Sweet sixteen in the neighbor's yard
Someone else's buns in the oven
Mo is whackin' the doggie hard
Twenty times two but no real lovin'
Love is hard where the fun is easy
Heart gets tired while the nose gets greasy
I know
Chorus
Prettier Than You
words & music: Polar Levine
P/1: lead & BKG vocals, guitars, surdo, track
Rubio: Rhodes, organ, bass, synth, digital drums, BKG vocals
Xtra vocals: Jamie “Chicken Sal” Fiorentino, Katy Martin
produced by Polarity/1
------------------------------------------------- Intro: Somebody's got a message Someone's got a message Somebody's got a message for you
There's a very handsome man
He got something to say to you
There's a very pretty girl
She got something to say to you
They got better things for you
They got better things for you
They got better things for you
More than your friends can do
They got better things for you
More than your friends can do
They got better things for you
Improved and brand new
Chorus: So lay back my baby
Lay back my baby Lay back my baby
There's nothing for you to do So lay back my baby
Lay back my baby Lay back my baby
Not a thing for you to do
And they know everything you do
'Cause they're prettier than you
And everything they say is true
'Cause they're prettier than you
Turn on the TV Turn on the TV Turn on the TV Baby don't mind me
Jump back in the kitchen
Jump back in the kitchen
Jump back in the kitchen
Got three minutes Stop twitchin'
Jump back in the kitchen Open up a can
Jump back in the kitchen Chicken sal san
Chorus
There's money to make over here
There's money to save over there
Jesus and MTV and women in their underwear
Got everything for you Just sit in the blue light
Nobody's got to know Go ahead take a bite
Nobody's got to know Nobody's got to pay
So lay back my baby
The message is on the way
Chorus
There's Music
words & music: Polar Levine
P/1: 12-string guitar, electric guitar, bass, surdos, zabumbas,
tamborims, triangles, reco reco, lead & background vocals
produced by Polarity/1
---------------------------------------------- Down the road past the army camp
At the Paris Hilton sat Charlie the Tramp
Leaning on his cane in a Hollywood way
It was a silent film so he had nothing to say
Up in the penthouse in the boiler room
The custodial baroness in Fruit of the Loom
Her finger on the trigger of her secret game
With Toody the Monkey Boy
just outside the frame
Chorus: There's music all up your nose There's music all in your hair and There's music in your mouth There's music way down south There's music in the chilly north There's music in the midwest and There's music in the Middle East Music where you expect it least
Then the brave soldiers arrived from the town
And sad reporters & the mayor's clown
And they all danced together 'neath a filled up moon
It couldn't 'a happened a minute too soon
Chorus: There's music in the old and young There's music that's burped and sung There's music for life and for death And music to take away your breath Music for the booty and the soul There's music that's beyond control There's music not about a market test That's the music that I like best There's music in the chilly north There's music in the midwest and There's music in the Middle East and Music where you expect it least
70 Virgins
words & music: Polar Levine
In memory of victims of 9/11 and war in Iraq
For Salman Ahmad, Sherry Ahmad and Junoon P/1: vocals & track Jim Savitt: Lead guitar David Gervais: Guitars
D.A.V.: BKG vocals
produced by Polarity/1
--------------------------------------------- A blue sky is dripping red
A sea of oil
Anoints the dead
Tell me again, what's that you said?
Who is that you're paying?
I hear somebody praying
The innocents will foot the bill
The guilty aren't speaking
The God of greed is the son of the man
This was not some cosmic plan
Chorus: 70 virgins in the sky [3x] A tank full of gas and a plane to fly
Tithing in the church of fear; the rabbis cheer
Say again, where it's in the book
About that girl you're flogging
And that land you're hogging
The innocents will foot the bill
The guilty aren't speaking
The God of hate is the son of the man
This was not some cosmic plan
Chorus
Sweet revenge for the chosen son
Wave the flag Salute the gun
Tell me again, what's that you said?
What is it you're hiding?
The news you're not providing
The innocents will foot the bill
The guilty aren't speaking
The God of war is the son of the man
This is not some cosmic plan
Chorus: An S.U.V. and a rockin' band [3x] A tank full of gas and Disneyland
Duck
words & music: Polar Levine
For the victims of Hurricane Katrina P/1: Track, lead & background vocals
Rubio: Rhodes & BKG vocals
Katy Martin: Xtra vocals
produced by Polarity/1
----------------------------------------------- Weasel droppings on the flooded skyline
Gassy foam from the tabloid byline
Waiters and getters Goiters and betters
Corporate bedwetters, aiders, abetters
Spin their story of Storyville City
Where the folks is happy
and the jazz so pretty
America dreams on an oily lake
Golden goose-step for Jesus' sake
Department of sleepwalk
And binary small talk
Cakewalk on water to attend the wake
Bridge: Notable notables keeping score Donut holes on the ballroom floor K Street paid to handle the door for the donut holes on the ballroom floor You don't hear what you say You don't say what you know Beg for my vote like a crackhead ho Bullshit flow goes only to flip flop But you don't live where the rust goes drip drop Streets you deplete Are not where your kids go We follow the leaders You follow the dough
Chorus: If it quacks like a duck, Walks like a duck, Looks like a duck It must be a hunter
Duck, brother, duck
Spyboy hanging up top the mast
Gettin' heavy on the levee but relief not fast
Play some of that good ol' jazz
(Yeah, play dat jazz)
For that gang of Texans marching back to the past
And livin' large, Sarge
And not takin' charge, Sarge, of the Mardi Gras on the sinking barge
Root toot goes the second line
Drinkin' wine spodee-odee on the 50 yard line A fine job, Brownie, just fine
Blackie on the housetop, watchin' his family dyin'
Smells like death, yo. Yo, hold your breath
Excuses flyin' like crystal meth
Bridge Chorus
Garbage Man
words & music: Polar Levine
P/1: Guitar, keyboards, blues harp, caixa, repinique, triangles, lead & BKG vocals, track Rubio: Rhodes, digital drums, keyboards,
BKG vocals
produced by Polarity/1
Chorus: I am, I am [3x] Garbage Man I am, I am [3x] Your garbage Man
Laugh lines drip down Botox face
That's me, baby, parkin' in your private space
Got a tickly throat and some dental floss for the pits from the fruit of your special sauce
Amour mama, and a sleek toupee
Better save your coupons
where the hound dogs pray
So let's sit around and uh, chase our tails
You can rev your Jetson on my monorail
Go ahead - eat that stanky gourmet cheese
I’m gonna eat that chicken you holdin'
'tween your knees
Chorus: I am, I am [3x] Garbage Man I am, I am [3x] Your garbage Man I spit more trash than your TV can
Get me on your talk show Feed me any line Gonna spin my mojo where the sun don't shine I can whistle Dixie, y'ain't heard nothin' yet Like that Fox who's howlin' on your TV set
I'm howlin' sweeter than Wolf or John Cocaine Where the hills are alive like Kurt Cobain
I'm smokin' TNT, drinkin' liquid spite
I hope the FCC start a fight
Chorus: I am, I am [3x] Garbage Man I am, I am [3x] Your garbaget Man I spit more trash than your TV can I am, I am [3x] Your garbage Man Well, The Fathers don't know But Mrs. Neilson understand
Charge It
words & music: Polar Levine
P/1: Track & vocals
Rubio: Vocals
produced by Polarity/1
---------------------------------------------- Tight money's causing some stressin'
Daddy's on the run cause the IRS is pressin' Mama bought a sofa cause she's depressin' Little man sweatin' for a BMX
Big sister shot her movie by bouncin' checks I'm overdrawn on the Amex
How am I gonna replace my wreck?
Chorus: Charge it
Tell me how can a poor man live?
How much interest does he have to give?
The system gettin oppressive
The loan shark at the bank
Is giving him the shank
The one in the alley is scary
We're robbing Peter and Paul
Cause we got to pay Mary
How we gonna pay for our getaway
Chorus: Charge it
Santa Clause is comin' to town
He's making a list -- no money down
Got everything you prayed for
Except that it ain't paid for
Just do exactly what Santa do
Chorus: Charge it
KaChing
words & music: Polar Levine
P/1: Track, tamborims, moringa, lead & BKG vocals
Rubio: Rhodes. spoken vocals: Katy Martin
produced by Polarity/1
----------------------------------------------- Abracadabra Clear Channel in flannel Music vandal, a global scandal
They say the groove will move when revenue improve
when musical mojo is all about cash flow The one and the oh gonna stop the show
All rise to the butter "but - but - but" Lawyers stutter, no go
Restrain, contain, Rein in the brain Control, patrol, Dismantle the sample
Dismantle the sample? Trample Cramp the flow of need to grow Slap on barcode, copyright source code
Chorus: Even the rhythm has got the blues Turn on the news,ou won't learn a thing A book, a look, a song to sing Just a logo cloud of lies and bling And there's nothing in the air There's nothing in the air And there's nothing on the air But ka-ching ka-ching There's nothing in the air Nothing in the air
Nothing on the air But ka-ching ka-ching ka-ching
Newsmen pimp for the war machine Drop some bullshit, see if it float
Spit some fire on the gasoline and we all hold tight in a little row boat
Clap hands on the one, go shop at the store Buy more buy more. More More.
Go go buy more, more while the Oakie from Muskogee
Lose his legs in the war Pat-a-cake, eat-a-cake, stay awake
fucked and fake, baked in the stocks You won't get the news by asking the FOX Microphone, webcam hidden in the bedsprings War on drugs, every side thugs pullin' wings off the offsprings
Moss will gather where the floss can't reach If you don't have the brains to teach - you preach
Confectionary knowledge base Baked in haste, symmetrical to taste
Spun and bundled, fondled, bungled Delivered with slight of hand by the cutest band
Corporate coronation of the bland
Chorus
The godfather of holes rules every year election time
Do-see-do with kids in the schools Telling lies in pantomime
Dispatched by the strings attached Scratched backs in back rooms with the hacks Where the sun don't shine Your life line tangled on the dollar sign
Fake dieties, faithful aversion to mystery Redline the gospel history Put intimacy in quarantine
All for fear of the unforeseen Don't do it! C'mon... Don't pull the plug on the sex machine!
What's really obscene is Beaver with a cleaver ready to attack Relax!
Just smell the coffee, squeeze the buns The Huns at the gate are just self-hate Pop a Tums
Chorus
Free Money (But You Gotta Pay)
words & music: Polar Levine
P/1: Track, Surdos, tamborims & vocals
produced by Polarity/1
---------------------------------------------------- Chorus: Got free money but you have to pay Free money but you have to pay
Shop till you drop,the American way Got free money but you have to pay
From the sea to shining sea
Got free money but you have to pay Signing up for bankruptcy
Got free money but you have to pay Everyone's a card head Blind like a crack head
They send it in the mail Soon the house is for sale
Mastercard Visa pushin' to squeeze ya
Pre-approved by Amex for credit scamex
Chorus Late fee, Fi Fo Fum
Got free money but you have to pay
I smell the work of a congressman Got free money but you have to pay
That card in the mail makes you feel comfy
Two jobs at Wal-Mart won't pay the monthly
Mama Mama did you come up short
The fine print - read all about it in court
Chorus
Use it lose it
Got free money but you have to pay It's all ours and we choose it Got free money but you have to pay Buy buy buy before we die die die
Pay pay pay and get gray gray
Bumma Bumma Bumma
Gotta tow away the Humma
But don't worry none
Another credit card a-cumma
Chorus
Swing That Kaddish
words & music: Polar Levine
In memory of Arnold Green P/1: vocals & track
Rubio: Piano, organ, synth theremin
produced by Polarity/1 ------------------------------------------------- Piss out a window, late afternoon
Jailbirds high over sleepy lagoon
Cigar in my coffee and my little tin spoon
Oh oh oh goin' down
Paperclip tieclasp, rusty but firm
Loose-fitting jockeyshorts yellow with sperm Take-out chop suey goes down like a worm
Oh oh oh goin' down
Chorus: Oh Mama, Mommy let me come home I won't steal your jewelry no more Take me home My deal's goin' down;it ain't goin' slow Swing that Kaddish, baby Sweet and low
Slow gin canasta in a smokey room
Some good ol' Jewboys -prophets of doom Sophie on the carpet circumcising the groom Oh oh oh goin' down
Little Joe Donsky with the broadloom crown Sleeps with the fishes in a concrete gown
I'm waitin' for some cash from the Fat Man uptown
Oh oh oh goin' down
Chorus
You got Frankie and Dorsey -
The great hits from the past
Tito Rodriguez and Bird playin' fast
That damn rock n roll, it'll never last
Oh oh oh goin' down
Chorus
Dança Da Soliadão
words & music: Paulinho da Viola P/1: lead & BKG vocals, acoustic & electric guitars, cavaquinho, tumba, rebolo, repique de mão, agogo, pandeiro
