MICROPHONE
Knw-Yr-Own
Side A:
Witch Doctor
Infinite Repeat
Loops Galore
Boomerang
PJ Party
Beats
Headphones (Version 1)
Some Guitar with Delay
Ready to Attack
Side B:
Microphone
The Wrong Button
5 String Attack
Feather 5
Wang Dang Doodle
Feedback Loop
Fake Loop
High Speed Tape
Loops with Booms and Peaks
Witch Doctor
She has eyes that shift around
She's in a bad mood
Something I don't know about, I have no clues
Mad whenever I'm around, normal when I'm gone
Friends pack their own bags and leave this town
Some amazing hold she's got built into my head
She's in a bad mood
Eyes that shift around
It's been three or four whole months that it's been this way
Things keep growing worse and worse
I'm hypnotized,
I'm dead
Infinite Repeat
I guess I will have to move on
Writing it down for a song
Things aren’t the same in my head
As they happen around me all day
Sampled forever, repeat
Of course, I have my own small world
But how can I get away?
I can’t imagine the next day
And I’m sure it won’t stay this way
‘Cause everything’s about to change
It’s all about to flee (*?)
Moving away, growing up
And finding out, finally, what’s up
Sampled forever, repeat
Moving away, growing up
Finding out, finally, what’s up
Kicked in the tummy and tenderly looks,
Then I’m sitting there
Loops Galore
(Instrumental)
Boomerang
Finally figured out what it’s all about,
When it took off cold, left me stranded
We get those goosebumps and fit together
Made to be here, spend time with you
Things like bad dreams or sad memories/disease
Can’t keep us down
Watching movies, staring for hours at our faces
Beautiful sweetie
PJ Party
(Instrumental)
Beats
(Instrumental)
Headphones(Version 1)
(Instrumental)
Some Guitar With Delay
(Instrumental)
Ready To Attack
Well, I’m on the scene with some space to fill
I’m rockin’ it, just like I’m crazy ill
Well, I’m cool, kickin’ it, but no time to talk,
‘Cause I never ever walk,
I always run with a gun, cool, in my hand
Like a stranger runnin’ in a strange, goddamn land
If you think you can stop the flow by taking me on,
Guess what, bitch? You were wrong,
‘Cause it’s on, once again
So bad, it’s a sin
Whether I’m chillin’, or I’m illin’,
You best watch your back
‘Cause I’m mad like dog
And I’m ready to attack, breakin’ things apart
Break it down
Your underground church won’t go to heaven,
It only brings on armegeddon
Laughter fills the air in my head
Better luck next time, we’re all dead
Lookin’ for a place to call my home
Carrying a shopping bag up on
Sums it up right there, in a nutshell
Maybe I’ll see you burning down in hell
Microphone
M! I! C! R! O! P! H! O! N! E!
The sound world
Crammed in all around things,
Bouncing and sinking in our bones
Heard through phones,
Bump right up to the diaphragm,
Wiggled near magnets that suck sound out
Speed through wires, and knobs, and sliders
Right into a special toy
Stuck for good on plastic tape
Spinning around right in the slot
Microphone
Magic magnet
Microphone
The Wrong Button
(Instrumental)
5 String Attack
(Instrumental)
Feather 5
Size, head, beak, wattle
Eye, neck, back, body
Heel, wings, tail, legs
Carriage, colors, skull, throat
Chest, rump, vets (*?), station,
Size: Feather 5
Races(*?) of character
Races of stamina
Races of quality
Races of beauty
(Rapping, only parts are distinguishable)
Wang Dang Doodle
(Instrumental)
Feedback Loop
Break the bread of life, mister, to me,
As you did that one day, down by the sea
Beyond the sacred page, my spirit pants for you, mister
I’m here to pick up your lovely, lovely, lovely sister
Praise generic quadrophonic, even un-directional
Reproduce on magnet tape, spin around a feedback loop
And hold it for the giver, nerve my faint endeavor
Different shaped sound waves smash apart the bread of life
Praise the soupy sucky mister, happy day wash baby away
Happy days wash away, baby
An magnetic recorder consists of an electro-magnetic transducer
And mean form move electric signal booster
Relative to transducer, to thereby generate
The purpose of this chapter has nothing to do with hate
But magnetic tape sound recording, reproducing audio
The magnetic tape employed leaves us nowhere to go
The base of the plastic coating, magnetic oxide,
Has a thickness of one inch from the top and the side
Fake Loop
(Instrumental)
High Speed Tape
(Instrumental)
Loops With Booms and Peaks
(Instrumental)
Side A:
Witch Doctor
Infinite Repeat
Loops Galore
Boomerang
PJ Party
Beats
Headphones (Version 1)
Some Guitar with Delay
Ready to Attack
Side B:
Microphone
The Wrong Button
5 String Attack
Feather 5
Wang Dang Doodle
Feedback Loop
Fake Loop
High Speed Tape
Loops with Booms and Peaks
Witch Doctor
She has eyes that shift around
She's in a bad mood
Something I don't know about, I have no clues
Mad whenever I'm around, normal when I'm gone
Friends pack their own bags and leave this town
Some amazing hold she's got built into my head
She's in a bad mood
Eyes that shift around
It's been three or four whole months that it's been this way
Things keep growing worse and worse
I'm hypnotized,
I'm dead
Infinite Repeat
I guess I will have to move on
Writing it down for a song
Things aren’t the same in my head
As they happen around me all day
Sampled forever, repeat
Of course, I have my own small world
But how can I get away?
I can’t imagine the next day
And I’m sure it won’t stay this way
‘Cause everything’s about to change
It’s all about to flee (*?)
Moving away, growing up
And finding out, finally, what’s up
Sampled forever, repeat
Moving away, growing up
Finding out, finally, what’s up
Kicked in the tummy and tenderly looks,
Then I’m sitting there
Loops Galore
(Instrumental)
Boomerang
Finally figured out what it’s all about,
When it took off cold, left me stranded
We get those goosebumps and fit together
Made to be here, spend time with you
Things like bad dreams or sad memories/disease
Can’t keep us down
Watching movies, staring for hours at our faces
Beautiful sweetie
PJ Party
(Instrumental)
Beats
(Instrumental)
Headphones(Version 1)
(Instrumental)
Some Guitar With Delay
(Instrumental)
Ready To Attack
Well, I’m on the scene with some space to fill
I’m rockin’ it, just like I’m crazy ill
Well, I’m cool, kickin’ it, but no time to talk,
‘Cause I never ever walk,
I always run with a gun, cool, in my hand
Like a stranger runnin’ in a strange, goddamn land
If you think you can stop the flow by taking me on,
Guess what, bitch? You were wrong,
‘Cause it’s on, once again
So bad, it’s a sin
Whether I’m chillin’, or I’m illin’,
You best watch your back
‘Cause I’m mad like dog
And I’m ready to attack, breakin’ things apart
Break it down
Your underground church won’t go to heaven,
It only brings on armegeddon
Laughter fills the air in my head
Better luck next time, we’re all dead
Lookin’ for a place to call my home
Carrying a shopping bag up on
Sums it up right there, in a nutshell
Maybe I’ll see you burning down in hell
Microphone
M! I! C! R! O! P! H! O! N! E!
The sound world
Crammed in all around things,
Bouncing and sinking in our bones
Heard through phones,
Bump right up to the diaphragm,
Wiggled near magnets that suck sound out
Speed through wires, and knobs, and sliders
Right into a special toy
Stuck for good on plastic tape
Spinning around right in the slot
Microphone
Magic magnet
Microphone
The Wrong Button
(Instrumental)
5 String Attack
(Instrumental)
Feather 5
Size, head, beak, wattle
Eye, neck, back, body
Heel, wings, tail, legs
Carriage, colors, skull, throat
Chest, rump, vets (*?), station,
Size: Feather 5
Races(*?) of character
Races of stamina
Races of quality
Races of beauty
(Rapping, only parts are distinguishable)
Wang Dang Doodle
(Instrumental)
Feedback Loop
Break the bread of life, mister, to me,
As you did that one day, down by the sea
Beyond the sacred page, my spirit pants for you, mister
I’m here to pick up your lovely, lovely, lovely sister
Praise generic quadrophonic, even un-directional
Reproduce on magnet tape, spin around a feedback loop
And hold it for the giver, nerve my faint endeavor
Different shaped sound waves smash apart the bread of life
Praise the soupy sucky mister, happy day wash baby away
Happy days wash away, baby
An magnetic recorder consists of an electro-magnetic transducer
And mean form move electric signal booster
Relative to transducer, to thereby generate
The purpose of this chapter has nothing to do with hate
But magnetic tape sound recording, reproducing audio
The magnetic tape employed leaves us nowhere to go
The base of the plastic coating, magnetic oxide,
Has a thickness of one inch from the top and the side
Fake Loop
(Instrumental)
High Speed Tape
(Instrumental)
Loops With Booms and Peaks
(Instrumental)