John Henry (1994)



01. Subliminal
02. Snailshell
03. Sleeping In The Flowers
04. Unrelated Thing
05. AKA Driver
06. I Should Be Allowed To Think
07. Extra Savoir-Faire
08. Why Must I Be Sad
09. Spy
10. O, Do Not Forsake Me
11. No One Knows My Plan
12. Dirt Bike
13. Destination Moon
14. A Self Called Nowhere
15. Meet James Ensor
16. Thermostat
17. Window
18. Out Of Jail
19. Stomp Box
20. The End Of the Tour




SUBLIMINAL

As I got hit by a car, there was a message for me
As I went through the windshield, I noticed something
Subliminal
In an unnoticeable way
Important
And hard to see
Subliminal
Subliminal
While laying there in my bed, there was a message for me
As I went through the pillow, I noticed something
Subliminal
In an unnoticeable way
Important
And hard to see
Subliminal
Subliminal
Stare into the subliminal for as long as you can

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SNAILSHELL

Sir hand
Or is it ma'am
I fell out of my right place again
And you
Considered me
And now I'm where a snail has to be
I want to thank you for putting me back in my
Snail shell
I want to thank you for putting me back in my
Snail shell
Was it something you would do for anybody?
Was it what you'd only do for me?
I need to know, because you see
I want to thank you for putting me back in my
Snail Shell
Friend
Look what you gave
And how can you ever be repaid?
How may I give you a hand?
From my position at your feet where I stand
So let me thank you for putting me back in my
Snail shell
I'd like to thank you for putting me back in my
Snail shell
Was it something you would do for anybody?
Was it what you'd only do for me?
I need to know, because you see
I want to thank you for putting me back in my
Snail shell
Snail shell
Thank you
Snail shell
Thank you
Ah
Ah
Ah
Was it something you would do for anybody?
Was it what you'd only do for me?
Or was it something where you acted when you saw the need
And knew that there would be a way the act could be repaid
And so it may, but for today
I want to thank you for putting me back in my
Snail Shell

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SLEEPING IN THE FLOWERS

I got a crush
Copy shop clerk
But she won't look up at me
Don't want to be known as the freak
Who just comes around to catch her eye

CHORUS
We could be sleeping in the flowers
We could sleep all afternoon
You'd proclaim that you're an island
I proclaim that I'm one too
Then we'd float into the harbor
With just piers and boats around
I declare that I am England
You declare that I have drowned

I got a ride
Home with a drunk guy
How ungrateful I must have seemed
He showed me how
To spin my head round and round

CHORUS

CHORUS

We'll be sleeping in the flowers
Tell my boss that I've been fired

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UNRELATED THING

Do you smile 'cause I'm funny?
Said the man
I wasn't joking and I meant the thing I said
Not at all, not at all
I was thinking of an unrelated thing
Unconnected and free
No relationship to anything
How come you never look me in the eye?
Aren't you listening to me? said the man
Not at all, not at all
Said the woman to the man
I'm still thinking of an unrelated thing
Somewhere other than here
Something else besides the man please
Explain the explain the expression on your face
Then I'll know what's beneath it said the man
No you won't, no you won't
Said the woman to the man
I'll be thinking of an unrelated thing

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AKA DRIVER

It's just a full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away
We can fly like birds in the air
We could walk, but then we'd never get there
It's just a full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away
Big hand's on 120
Little hand's on E

CHORUS
Hey, Nyquil driver
It's Nyquil driving time
Hey, Nyquil driver
Get out my lane
Get out my way

It's just a full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away

CHORUS

CHORUS

Get out my way

Full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away
It's just a full day's drive away

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I SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO THINK

I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think

CHORUS
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole

I saw the worst bands of my generation
Applied by magic marker to drywall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
I should have a call in show

CHORUS

I am not allowed
To come up with a single original thought
I am not allowed
To see the criminal government agent who oppresses me

I was the worst hope of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to feel

CHORUS

But sadly this can never be
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed...

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EXTRA SAVOIR-FAIRE

When I walk down the street, most guys look like elves
I don't mean to put them down, but they do
It's hard to understand me from the language I use
There's no word in English for my style
What's a man like me supposed to do
With all this extra savoir-faire?
What is left for me to prove, dear?
I know just what to do when the ladies come 'round
You can try to copy me, but you'll fail
Now, you might think you're different
But time will prove me right
When you wake up from your dream I'll be gone
What's a man like me to do
With all this extra savoir-faire?
What is left for me to prove, dear?

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WHY MUST I BE SAD

No more Mr. Nice Guy
I love the dead
I've been thinking about it
Now I understand what he said

CHORUS
Ask me now I understand the words that Alice said
I kick the rocks beneath me
I squint at the sun
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Why must I be sad?
The rows of dandelions growing all around me
Why must I be sad?
Sad
Sad
Sad

No one knows these things but me and him
So I'm writing everything down in a spiral notebook
In the hopes that one day
Other people will feel as low as this

CHORUS

No more Mr. Nice Guy
I love the dead
I've been thinking about it
Now I understand what he said

CHORUS

Welcome To My Nightmare
Dead Babies
Raped And Freezin'
You Drive Me Nervous
Elected
Generation Landslide
Under My Wheels
Muscle Of Love
School's Out
Only Women Bleed
Billion Dollar Babies

Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad

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SPY

I see you from my spy plane, baby
I see you walking on the ground
I see you through my spy glasses, baby
I can see right through the ground
If you want to be a spy, then you must really see
And you must really see if you want to be a spy like me
Come on
I might gaze on a submarine
I see your face smiling at me
Even when I close my eyes
I see your silhouette smiling at me
But you will never understand me
'Cause I have a special job
I wish I could break the spy glass
Set it free
So we could be...
Spy
Spy
Spy
Spy
Spy
Spy
Spy
Spy

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O, DO NOT FORSAKE ME

O, do not forsake me, my indolent friends
O, do not forsake me for you know I must spend
All my darkest hours, talking like this
For I am 1,000 years old
1,000 years old
Sure, you think that's old
1,000 years old
But what do you know?
In my darkest hour I'm talking like this
For I am 1,000 years old
Oh, some have forgotten the flower of speech
And walks through the garden where I go to defend
Misbegotten notions while talking like this
For I am 1,000 years old
1,000 years old
Sure, I'd say that's old
1,000 years old
But what do I know?
In your darkest hour
My indolent friends
We'll be 1,000 years old

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NO ONE KNOWS MY PLAN

In my prison cell I think these words
I was careless
I can see that now
I must be silent
Must contain my secret smile
I want to tell you
You my mirror
You my iron bars
When I made a shadow on my window shade
The called the police and testified
But they're like the people chained up in the cave
In the allegory of the people in the cave
By the Greek guy
No one understands
No one knows my plan
Why the dancing, shouting
Why the shrieks of pain
The lovely music
Why the smell of burning autumn leaves
In my prison cell
I bide my time
Always thinking
Always busy cooking up an angle
Working on the tiny blueprint of the angle
Sketching out the burning autumn leaves
No one understans
No one knows my plan
I must be silent
Must contain my secret smile
I want to tell you
You my mirror
You my iron bars
No one understands
No one knows my plan

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DIRT BIKE

Here comes the dirt bike
Beware of the dirt bike
Because I hear they're coming to our town
They've got plans for everyone
And now I hear they're over their sophmore jinx
So you had better check it out
All hail the dirt bike
Philosopher dirt bike
Silence as we gathered round
We saw the word and were on our way
Now it's brain washing dirt bike
Ground shaking dirt bike
Mind bending dirt bike in control
Soul crushing dirt bike
Self propelled dirt bike
You see I never thought I'd understand
'Til that bike took me by the hand
Now I ride...
Now I ride...

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DESTINATION MOON

Don't bother to call this room
There's no one here who can pick up
Or has stuff they need to talk about
And who won't be now checking out and flying
By rocket to the moon
By airplane to the rocket
By taxi to the airport
By front door to the taxi
By throwing back the blanket
Hanging down the legs

CHORUS
Thank you for the card
With the cartoon nurse
But you see there's nothing wrong with me
You think "that's what you think"
"That's what they all say"
Before I blow you away
By rocket to the moon
By airplane to the rocket
By taxi to the airport
By front door to the taxi
By throwing back the blanket
Hanging down the legs

Soon the man who sweeps the room
Brings the secret telegram
"COMMENCE OFFICAL INTERPLANETARY EXPLORATION"

CHORUS

By rocket to the moon
By airplane to the rocket
By taxi to the airport
By front door to the taxi
By throwing back the blanket
Hanging down the legs

By rocket to the moon
Crawl to the rocket
By coughing at the airport
By limping to the taxi
By throwing back the blanket
Hanging down the withered leg

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A SELF CALLED NOWHERE

I'm sitting on the curb
By the empty parking lot
Of the store where they let me play the organ
I'm waiting for my ride
But I want to wait inside
Of the store where they let me play the organ

CHORUS
But I'm thinking of a wooden chair
In a room at the top of a stair
And I'm looking down the stairwell
At a vanishing dot
On the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line
Surrounding the mind
Of a self called nowhere
It's a thing named "It"
In the bottomless pit
You can't see it there
The sunken head
That lies in the bed
Of a self called nowhere

Standing in my yard
Where they tore down the garage
To make room for the torn down garage
I'm looking for my car
But I must have sold my car
When I needed to buy the electric organ

CHORUS

Nowhere

At a vanishing dot
On the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line
Surrounding the mind
Of a self called nowhere
It's a thing named "It"
In the bottomless pit
You can't see it there
The sunken head
That lies in the bed
Of a self called...

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MEET JAMES ENSOR

Meet James Ensor
Belgium's famous painter
Dig him up and shake his hand
Appreciate the man
Before there were junk stores
Before there was junk
He lived with his mother and the torments of Christ
The world was transformed
A crowd gathered round
Pressed against his window so they could be the first to
Meet James Ensor
Belgium's famous painter
Raise a glass and sit and stare
Understand the man
He lost all his friends
He didn't need his friends
He lived with his mother and repeated himself
The world has forgotten
The world moved along
The crowd at his window went back to their homes
Meet James Ensor
Meet James Ensor
Belgium's famous painter
Dig him and shake his hand
Appreciate the man

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THERMOSTAT

When the hands that operate the motor lose control to the lever
When the mind of its own in the wheel puts two and two together
When the indicator says you're out of oil, should you continue driving anyway?
There's a thermostat that regulates the temperature
That might not be reliable
That should be disconnected

CHORUS
Turn it up, turn it down
Turn it up when the cold brings you down
When the heat bothers you, turn it down
Turn it up, turn it down

As I was just saying
As I was just saying
As I was just telling you a minute ago
I was just talking and
Someone interupted
Or was it a loud explosion?
Or is the thermostat ingulfed in flames?
Or is it just me?

CHORUS

As I was just saying
As I was just saying
As I was just telling you a minute ago
I was just talking and
Someone interupted
Or was it a loud explosion?
Or is the thermostat ingulfed in flames?
Or is it just me?

CHORUS

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WINDOW

Look at all the people in the window
I'm checking out the people in the window
I was uncomfortable
Now I'm unconmfortable
The trouble I encountered when I thought it was, it was a window
It was a catalog of many women, men
The window
Window
Window
Look at all the people in the window
I'm checking out the people in the window
I was uncomfortable
Now I'm unconmfortable
The trouble I encountered when I thought it was, it was a window
It was a catalog of many women, men
The window
Window
Window

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OUT OF JAIL

Long before the screen door slammed, she was out of Xenia
A stranger could have loved that town, but she had to leave
I wish I'd gotten to know her before I fell in love

CHORUS
I could say who's to blame, say who's the man
In this cautionary tale
But I swore I'd be true, and I'll swear and I'll swear
'Til Kitten's out of jail

It was like a TV show, the way she stole that car
Easy now to criticize
Easy now to talk
I thought my luck was changing
I guess I was wrong

CHORUS

Didn't want to be a slave
Just turned out that way

I could say she's to blame, say she's the man
In this cautionary tale
But I swore I'd be true, and I'll swear and I'll swear
'Til Kitten's out of jail

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STOMP BOX

1, 2, 1, 2
Stomp Box, speak my thought
Vent these voices from the dark
Shout shout shout shout
Scream it out
Blast your missive
Tell the wordless message
Little Stomp Box
Tear it from my heart
Stomp Box, voice of fear
Pour the poison in my ear
Kill kill kill kill
Kill me now
Free the demon
Hear the ceaseless screaming
Little Stomp Box
Tear it from my heart
Stomp Box, speak my thought
Vent these voices from the dark
Shout shout shout shout
Scream it out
Blast your missive
Tell the wordless message
Little Stomp Box
Tear it from my heart
Kill kill kill kill
Kill me now
Free the demon
Hear the ceaseless screaming
Little Stomp Box
Tear it from my heart

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THE END OF THE TOUR

There's a girl with a crown and a scepter
Who's on WLSD
And she says that the scene isn't what it's been
And she's thinking of going home
That it's old and it's totally over now
And it's old and it's over it's over now
And it's over it's over it's over now
I can see myself

CHORUS
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If there's anymore people around
When the tour runs aground
And if you're still around
Then we'll meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So we'll meet at the end of the tour

Never to part since the day we met
Out on Interstate 91
I was bent metal
You were a flaming wreck
When we kissed at the overpass
I was sailing along with the people
Driving themselves to distraction
Inside me
Then came a knock on the door
Which was odd
And the picture abruptly changed

CHORUS

This was the vehicle
These were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle
These were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle
These were the people
You let them go
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If there's anymore people around
When the tour runs aground
And if you're still around
Then we'll meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So we'll meet at the end of the tour
And we're never gonna tour again
No, we're never gonna tour again

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