Laundry - Blacktongue


Windshield

Leery eyed and [feeling scared]
[When worry map,] crash course in head

[Eyes, eyes close] (I think he says here something like: 'I ')
[Eyes close]

In the day of [moruch] (What's 'moruch'? I can't find that word in my dictionary)
She's not in touch
Man of bizarre extremes
Head of lies is they lost ('is they lost' doesn't make sense)
Love machine
Somebody's for his train

[The horn and] windshield
She leads by his side (I think it's 'she cleans')
Head cracked
Will to live
Ordinex bride (I think he says 'old neck's' or something like that)

Leery eyed [and feeling scared]
Head into the light (or 'heading to the light)
[Say won't you give the spoon to him]

[The horn] and windshield
She leads by his side ('cleans' here too)
Head cracked
Will to live
Ordinex bride (and 'old necks')

[Ordinex bride]
[Ordinex]      (he's saying something different here)
White liquid

Blizzard Face

He sits under a tree, awaits patiently.
Revenge to all that stormed him down, a freak in the cage.
Pay to see, his horror is staged, they laugh.

Dolphin and melted wax, skin that cracks.
Lover of poetry and the rain,
he's allowed one walk on a leash.

He sits under a tree, smiling happily.
It will all be done, before the sun.
Bones crushed to pink liquid.

Blacktongue

The canoe toast and marmalade,
her umbrella for the shade.
A picnic on a day, of red lips and sunshine.

She whispers, desire
He quivers, silvergun in the basket.
Another carcass in the casket.
Well done, Blacktongue.

Fall in love with the next victim.
Open heart, allows to be kissed on.
He drives content, car explodes, he's heaven sent.

She whispers, desire.
He quivers, car bomb timer
blown to bits by no one finer.
Well done, Blacktongue

Old now she lays in bed.
He appears, a man thought dead.
Smile teeth, ohh shimmer, silver gun he delivers.
Goodbye, Blacktongue.

She whispers, desire.
He fires, silver bullet in the head.
She canoes to the land of dead.
Goodbye, Blacktongue.

Monarch Man

Released from the castle of the mentally ill,
to a broken down shack on a lonely hill
the wings and the mask are just as they were;
Yellow and purple.
Through silver clouds in slow motion,
monarch Man sips his power potion.

To a gargoyle statue of withering heights,
the sirens cry with glowing red lights.
Cascade to the parade of toxic flesh,
Flapping wings disappearing evil things,
the head lines read he's a hero.

Monarch man the fantasy by Mr. Zero;
Mr. Zero and the castle of the mentally ill
Does a butterfly stroke off the window cill,
Through silver clouds in slow motion,
To the butterfly heavens of withering heights,
The Monarchs salute with firefly lights;
Yellow and purple

Canvas

You woke up lost,
Same as you were born
What is the cost
To try and make sense of your shadow;
Paint a picture
Of the way it should be,
Colors arranged carefully

Transform to canvas, transpose,
You can't speak, daily you are weak,
Quietly, you weep

Inside the frame, on the wall
You paint your heart, under the waterfall
Paint your world, the way it should be,
So you can understand
What you see

Monkey's Wrench



Misery Alarm

Time moves slowly, when you're not happy
Fingernails tear at soft pale temples
Pain meter reads, you're close to a breakdown

Sit in the chair swallowed by sorrow
Forecast tragic tomorrow

Frozen lake, a life in numb water

Unable to hold anything dear
Squeezing the eye in hope for a tear
Misery alarm, misery alarm, needle to arm

Sit in the chair swallowed by sorrow
Forecast shame tomorrow

Frozen lake, a life in numb water
A daily cold ache, slowly slaughtered

Minds blissful nod rides the paisley trolly
The clock melts slowly paints Salvador Dali

Hole

The television flickers,
From behind the raised [curtain]
Minds [over] minds,
Brainwashed by the system

The system is controlled by one dimension bitter
Issues tossed away like useless kitty litter

Trampolines [over brain] (it's 'in summer rain')
Black and white [deju poster] ('change new hoster', I think)
Four-leaf clover rollercoaster
[Yeah, that's the way]
In [the test, can see the motion] ('in my desk (I) can see I'm your son' is maybe closer)
[On my mind is now a notion]      ('rubber mind of down notion' - that doesn't make much sense)
Laugh the [brother, eyes] that stutter ('rubber eyes')

Its 9-5, or you're out [of line]
[Once you're headin' down the bout]
Join service for lack of purpose
[G.I. Joe] looks good

Tic-toc [the bull-fat time]
Cinderella-Barbarella
Bale of hides that heave from low
Marilyn Monroe in the velvet snow
[They buy what there is]

There's a hole world in me 
[I'm like the fishing sea] (I think this could be: 'I'm like a fish in the sea of air')
There's a whole world in me
[I'm like the fishing sea]
The television flickers,
>From behind the raised [curtain]
Minds [over] minds,
Brainwashed by the system

The system is controlled by one dimension bitter
Issues tossed away like useless kitty litter

Trampolines [over brain] (it's 'in summer rain')
Black and white [deju poster] ('change new hoster', I think)
Four-leaf clover rollercoaster
[Yeah, that's the way]
In [the test, can see the motion] ('in my desk (I) can see I'm your son' is maybe closer)
[On my mind is now a notion]      ('rubber mind of down notion')
Laugh the [brother, eyes] that stutter ('rubber eyes')

Its 9-5, or you're out [of line]
[Once you're headin' down the bout]
Join service for lack of purpose
[G.I. Joe] looks good

Tic-toc [the bull-fat time]
Cinderella-Barbarella
Bale of hides that heave from low
Marilyn Monroe in the velvet snow
[They buy what there is]

There's a hole world in me
[I'm like the fishing sea] (I think this could be: 'I'm like a fish in the sea of air')
There's a whole world in me
[I'm like the fishing sea]

Moss Covered Rocks

Stop the white car, shaded with rust
Walk through the stain meadow, to the moss covered rocks

A twist of the neck, the past is behind you
In pieces, like Humpty Dumpty

Part the gray sea, part the grey sea
Wind blow away this weary

Skin

Like a raindrop,
He falls from the clouds
With the word of what's ahead
And what's in store for future

It's going to get cold,
Now one will know old
The thick air black,
Causing skin to peel back
And blood to spill forward

Sex is a form of payment,
Bone's click against bones
Sex is a form of payment

Skin that bleeds, inhales disease
Erects with the needs for skin, for skin, for skin
Eyes that see, a world to a freeze
Eyes that see, a world to a freeze

Stitch

Another day, worthless [prey] ('pray' - it's impossible to say which word it is)
[Some round facts, their so Mex] ('surround facts' maybe)
[Neger tear inflates,] explodes to [blank]
[Bring holy water or something to drink] ('brain lowly watered' this is one of the nearly
                                           impossible-to- figure-out parts ;-)
[On and in] this land of [dance]
Footsteps I hear from shadowless clouds
Footsteps I hear from shadowless clouds

[Carry me and flowers] so I can breathe ('Bury me in flowers')
Stitch my eyes; there's nothing to see
[Carry me and flowers] so i can breathe
Stitch my eyes; there's nothing to see

[Scrappy's] world ('Scrap this world' is better)
[Open up]         (don't know this)
[Scrappy's] world
[Sick again]       ('set it ?' - or something)
[Scrappy's] world
[Open up]
[Scrappy's] world
[Sick again]

Another day, worthless pray(/prey)
Wilting hearts, translucent thin
Another bag of empty skin,
Goes straight through the air
[Like lover alone that go] (another impossible sentence)

[Of shadows up here] from shadowless clouds ('Shadows...here...')
Footsteps I hear from the clouds above
Bury me in flowers,
So I can breathe
Stitch my eyes; there's nothing to see
Bury me in flowers
There's nothing to
So I can breathe
Stitch my eyes; there's nothing to see

[Scrappy's world]
[Open up]
[Scrappy's world] ('scrap this world')
[Sick again]

[Problem's aid] to heaven
Celebrate something
Gravitate to heaven
Celebrate something
Nothing
Celebrate nothing
Gravitate to heaven

Blood Clot

Your proud scars, you saw stars
You drew blood, bathed in mud
Physically damaged, what got in the way
Your fists, meat tenderizers

Pride crushed at an early age
Vocabulary of rage, brooding, boiling, a snake, coiling

Ripping flesh, no significance anymore
Your skin sags as you lay on the floor
All that you hate, all the meat you ate lays rotting

19

Version 1

A person never knows what they're into,
Till they feel like they're up against
I've got an invisible battlefield going on these days
And though I can hear the screamin' and the
Splattering, the pleading, ... and then ... laugh of
The conqueror.  I mean, I'm invisible
And I find no place to turn
Innocent pets shriek wherever I put my feet
And I wander from corner to corner, from room to room,
From bed to mirror, from challenge to cowering denial,
All in a single spinning dream in that lasts forever
Hating what I am for seeing what I could have been
Loving those who are free of this nausea and disgrace
I can see but I can't do
I can hear but I can't see
I know my name but I never want to say it
Or hear it said
I manage to contaminate 100 people a day, and all of
Them thinking that I know something
And they're right, I do
But the joke is, I learned it 20 years ago
And I haven't sweated in a moment's labor since
Just layin' here with my hands crossed over my chest
And my eyes closed
My sleep, deep and driving me like a nail
Deeper into another exhaustion
I see ya, all of ya
Hopeful, courageous, still a little naive
Innocent in efforts center
Gonna fail ya, anex all of ya
And take your lives down a dark stream
Where there's no comfort and less air
Until your lungs collapse and your eyes bulge
And you look down and see me watchin' from a distance
It looks safe, but it's really only a small place
In a hell that avoided you
But until then, you're all peakin'
Yeah, on top of it
Risky and threatened with ruin and unconcern
I don't know, like a, like a boat or somethin'
You're standin' the prowl
Lash to the anger housing and having your
Conversation interrupted but not perterbed
With those intermittencies
Reasonal reyune and cold foam
And I hear ya
I mean the words are just audible
No words that I want to send
Loud-ended whispers and always meanin' the same
Freedom that you keep so close to your heart
Fuck it
That's all ya say
And I can see the strain of the effort
Cause most of your blue lips
You're absolutely nonchalant hero's the very best kind
Your efforts aren't wasted
I mean, there's many, many signs of approval
But there are drowned out seeds of
Exploding around you
And sure there's somethin' that passes for life
And there is life
Are you are livin', and I think you get energy
From the people stand for who you are
And describing and copying for themselves
What you're not
And when others get you wrong, it doesn't seem
To bother you at first sight
And when you seem to have the capacity to say
'It's their problem.'
Not that its inhuman to believe
To me, I knew the whole thing backwards
That need to elevate
That tendency to build up
Because, we know what wrong with him
So I find the nearest dog shit to step in,
Gum to sit on, or horrible belch to burp like,
Like a compulsion
I can't stand for anyone to be more awkward,
Self-hateful, stupid, or inappropriate than I am
But it's only a defense because with most of them,
I don't care
Not a bit
In fact, I'm ashamed to admit that the
Act of fuckin' them, confusin' them, and makin' them
Feel superior to me
Is my most malicious act
Knock me down, and get zero
Back to nowhere
And there's my method of abuse for the deserved
Mistrust and repulsion that I feel for about
99% of the psychological and spiritual lives of most
Of my brothers and sisters
Dog shit, gum, and bad air
The problem is, it ends a big fuckin' problem
The problem's being with that the ones we find and love
I mean, it's nearly suicidal
Because to those you love, 99% of the time
You're in practice of dodging and distorting yourself
I mean, you miss the switch
When you're ... with the ones you love
And, and then, the train rolls right past
And then you begin to lack the skills that
Make sense to those you care about
You get uncool
You get self-destructive, in a
Viciously, painful way
Too much, and too little at the same time
I mean, you tell a friend not to hold his breath
So, I mean, like I said
A person doesn't know what they're into,
Until they know what they're up against
Figured all this out, right here
Took me a couple days
And I'll always feel so shitty trying to
Communicate to anyone I love
Long distance, short distance
And I've learned to stand aside and
Stay quiet most of the time
So, I guess you know what I'm sayin'
Being there in my life,
Even if it is justified
I mean, when you examine the people around us
So with you, and with those I have,
And those I will have, hell.
They're the last people I would ever
Want to see me like this

Version 2

person never knows what he's into...till they feel what they're up
against.  I've got an invisible battle field going these days...and
though I can hear the screaming and the splattering and pleading and
the laugh of the conqueror, I'm invisible. And I find no place to
turn...Innocent heads shriek wherever I put my feet, and I wonder from
corner to corner, room to room, from bed to mirror, from channel to
cowering denial, all in the single spinning gray minute that lasts
forever . it ain't seeing what I am but what I could have been. Loving
those who are free of this nausea and disgrace. I can see but I can't
do... I can hear but I can't see. I know my name but I never want to
say it or hear it said . I manage to contaminate 100 people a day,
making them think I know something...and their right I do, but the
joke is I learned it 20 years ago and I haven't sweated in a moments
labor since.  Been laying here with my hands crossed over my chest and
my eyes closed. My sleep deep been driving me deep like a nail deeper
into another exhaustion. I see ya.. oh yea!  Hopeful, courageous,
still a little nieve, innocent and efforts better is gonna fail you,
and exult you, take your lives down a dark stream where there's no
comfort and less air until your lungs collapse, and your eyes bulge
and you look down and see me watching from a distance that looks safe
its really only a small place in a hall that is avoiding you.  But
until then your off peaking.  Yea, on top of it, risky, threatened
with ruined and unconcerned. like a boat or something, like your
standing the prowl.  Flash the anchor and having your conversation
interrupted but not disturbed, but those intermittensed seen freezing
over you and cold foam... and I hear ya. I mean the words are just
audible, the words i said loud and in whispers and always meaning the
same freedom and you keep so close to your heart. Fuck it, that's all
you say.  I can see the strain of the effort convulsing your blue
lips. your absolutely nonchalant hero but the very best kind. Your
efforts aren't wasted. I mean there's many, many signs of
approval. but there are, round out seas exploding around you. sure
there's something passing for life and there is life and you are
living it and I think you get energy from the people sensing who you
are, describing and copying for themselves what you are not. and when
others get you wrong it doesn't seem to bother you for a second. When
you seem to have the capacity of saying "it's their problem". I'll bet
it phases you at least to me I did the whole thing backwards. That
mean to elevate, that tendency to build up because we know what we
know is following us. So I'll go find the nearest dog shit to step in,
gum to it in, or horrible belch to burp like a compulsion.  I can't
stand for anyone to be more awkward, self-hateful, stupid, or
inappropriate them I am. But it is only a defense because most of them
I don't care, not a bit. In fact I'm ashamed to admit that the act of
fucking with them, confusing them, and making them fell superior to me
is my most militias act.  Knock me down get zero back to nowhere.
There's my method of even with a distrust and repulsion that I feel
for about 99% of the psychological and spiritual lives of most of my
brothers and sisters. Dog shit, gum, and bad air. Problem is, and it
is a big fucking problem, problem being under the 1% of the kind I
find to love.  I mean it is nearly suicidal when it comes to those you
love.  99% of the time your in the practice of dodging and distorting
yourself. I mean you miss the switch when your with the ones who you
love and then the train just rolls right passed, and you begin to lack
the skill to make sense to those who you care about, you get uncool,
you get self destructive in a viciously painful way. too much, too
little at the same time. I mean you tell a friend not to hold his
breath. so, like I said, a person doesn't know what their into until
they know what their up against. Figured all this out right here,
maybe a couple days.  I always feel so shitty trying to communicate to
anyone I love, long distance or short distance. then I've learned to
stand aside and stay quiet most of the times I guess you know what I'm
saying, be an error in my life even if it is just a fine. I mean when
we examine the people around us. Go with you and those I have and
those I will love hell your the last people I would ever want to see
me like this.

Laundry

[Instrumental]

Notes

Ian Varriale - Stick
Tom Butler - Guitar
Tim Alexander - Drums
Toby Hawkins - Vocals

All songs written by Laundry.
Except: 19 music by Laundry, lyrics by Don Majema.
Published by: Launderland Music (BMI).
Recorded, stressed, mixed, impatiently
produced at the Log Cabin.
Mastered by George Horn at Fantasy.
Monkey's Wrench was recorded at
Spoot Industries and the Log Cabin.
19 recorded at Ultra-Sound.
Don Bajema - voice, words, wisdom on 19.
Sorbet - purrrrrrrrrrrring
Management: David Lefkowitz, 3470-19th Street,
San Francisco, CA 94110

Tom plays Paul Reed SMith guitars
Tim plays Zildian cymbals, Vic Firth sticks
Ian plays the Chapman stick

All lyrics were typed in by SV, except for 19 Version 1 transcribed by Dave Sheen and Version 2 transcribed by Brian Galgiardi. The lyrics to Windshield, Hole, and Stitch were transcribed by Dave Sheen, but in parenthesis are comments by SV.


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