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Lyrics, Deeper

deeper with the weathermen

workshop

we're busy making toys
for grown up girls and boys
special aids to help you through
days and nights of solitude

we've got: studded cases, attache
double armed toolbox, two can play
reezo depthometers suited to your needs
pumping pit and playroom, vari-speed
at the workshop

we can mark you for life
this week's first prize
awarded to the best scar tissue
discount price all month long
and remember we love you

come on down to the workshop
the place to be when you're hot
or feeling low run down and slow
come on down to the workshop

our list includes:
sweatshop manufactured workouts
bank card titilation in and out
come intrude come unglued
it hurts of course
but remember: no pain no gain

and theres a virgin lurking inside of you

you want your thigh bone six pack abdo erozone lube job on demand, doncha?

we've got: depression negators
bi-polar fibulators
machine sessions with professional trainers
guaranteed to be better looking than rainier

it hurts of course but remember no pain no gain

there's a virgin lurking in all of us

machine sessions for every need
pump action instruments
guaranteed to drive you into a frenzy
discount prices all night long
and don't forget we love you

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deeper

personally i think it's going to be going on until we leave this country

...it might have been yesterday

he clambored over concrete rubble and corpses
the grim results of air strikes
that lead up to the raid
"they were decapitated. bloated. stinking”, he said
of the dead
"carcasses, debris. shrapnel in my face,” he said

he aimed his rifle deeper

deeper

...see page four
for the war...

...killings...

...government...

...a statement condemning the nuclear program

...opposition...

deeper

"shrapnel in my face" he said

he aimed his rifle deeper
and deeper

personally i think it's going to be going on until we leave this country...
...we won't stop until they're free...

...the only thing i know is that he is losing power....

power

the grip that_____ has on the throats of the people is loosening
i can't tell you if all ten fingers are off their throats... but finger by finger it's coming off

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surveillance star

zeitgeist
reality heist
fiction conscription
cash on delivery
the latest c.o.d.
a fish in the sea
brought to you by
reality tv

schadenfruede sells
show us your stuff
dysfunction foibles
your narcisstic lust

you're a mystery spot
what you got?

nobody wants to see your empty hours
all we want to see is an endless shower

you got to instruct
the edit team
cut the boring parts
no one wants to watch you dream

we wanna see slash and burn
we don't give a fuck about your tax return.

nobody wants to see your empty hours
all we want to see is an endless shower

you are being observed
every act and word
you're a surveilance star
be happy cuz you are being observed

close to you

why do stars suddenly appear
everytime you are near?
just like me
they long to be
close to you

on the day that you were born
the angels got together
and decided to create
a dream come true

so they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
and starlight in your eyes of blue

that's why all the girls in town
follow you all around
just like me
they long to be
close to you

why do birds
fall down from the sky
everytime you walk by?
just like me
they long to be
close to you

on the day that you were born
the angels got together
and decided to create
a dream come true
so they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
and starlight in your eyes of blue

that's why all the girls in town follow you all around just like me
they long to be
close to you

wait a minute why are you calling me now?
you know i'm in the recording studio...
what?
you know where it is.
it's on the shelf next to the fridge.
just to the left of the fridge. on the lower third shelf.
you want to mop? you want to sweep?
me too i want to sleep
sleep with you
close to you

bacharach/david (copyright control)
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daytime tv

"this is a strong nation,
this is a compassionate nation,
this is a decent nation,
this is a nation...
watching too much daytime tv"

"if it feels good,
just go ahead and do it"

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buckle up

we interrupt this program to bring you the news off the wire. the vote count is complete. we have a winner! his name is...w...w...w...dot slash and burn dot cum!

there's been some kind of coup d'etat
somewhere in southern florida
got us a new sheriff on the block
he's got a military industrial complex

buckle up
attach your belt
get ready for a wild ride
buckle up
attach your belts
it's gonna be a long white night

i got a corporate tax break on this humvee
cost me a buck and a half

it's payback time
i'm afraid to say
we'll get us a cause
somewhere far away
the west coast gone belly up
let's set the east on fire
somewhere south of here
lulu has retired

"mr. sheriff? mr. sheriff, may i ask – what does it mean 'axis of evil'? shouldn't it be written 'excess of power'?"

buckle up
attach your belt
get ready for a wild ride
buckle up
attach your belts
it's gonna be a long white night

buckle up
attach your belt
prepare for a bumpy ride
buckle up
attach your belts
the sheriff was born to be wild

you're a lot way from home pilgrim

hello.
"mr. le finn?"
yes
"hello this is pierre form the south florida embassy. did you hear the latest noise?"
news? what news?
"there's an almost commie president in brazil. we have a new contract for you mr. le finn...hello? mr. le finn? hello?"

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house of blues

he was a legendary has-been
she had been a wannabee for way too long
he was the first tycoon of teen
she was a hostess in the house of blues

always ready to serve as arm candy and
struggling to make payments on her car
he lived in luxurious seclusion
occasionally dressed as batman

mmmmm... in the house of blues

she was a hostess in the vip room
upstairs in the house of blues
her screen credit was rather thin
barbarian queen was her claim to fame

they met in the house of blues

he'd change clothes four times a day
a different gun for every costume
his lawyer declined to comment
he's out on a million dollar bail

they met in the house of blues

less than three hours later
she was dead shot in the head
laying in the wood panaled red carpet foyer in his castle
two suits of medieval armour standing guard over her body

the house of blues

his lawyer declined to comment
he's out on a million dollar bail
the careers of both had seen better days

the house of blues

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godbless

in the beginning they say there was light
but after a long day you deserve a long night...

this is it
neck deep
slop soup
dropkick
core of reality

a sense of moral supremacy
life with an arm wrapped around a gun
spoonfed
brainwashed
poker faced
core of insanity

"we go forward to defend freedom and all that is good and just in our world. thank you, goodnight and godbless america."

days without sun
fear is the guide
lock step
knee jerk
trigger finger
scourge of humanity
up in the sky

victory fought for
a victory won
blast zone sniper
hit flame thrown
daily normality
got us on the run

"we go forward to defend freedom and all that is good and just in our world. thank you, goodnight and godbless america."

born in war
like the father before
no hope
status quo
cannon fodder
fated hypocracy
to serve in war
double crossed back stabbed
mental flossed
all for democracy
to serve in heaven or reign in hell...

all for democracy

you're either with us or against us
it's amoral and rude
meanwhile let's watch the news

"we go forward to defend freedom and all that is good and just in our world. thank you, goodnight and godbless america."

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talkin' feet

the other day i walked into the john
to talk to my wife's best friend
there was a guy in there in a buisiness suit
jabberin away man talking to his root
we'll fix it we'll fix it!
we got a specialist
it's gonna be alright.
you're at the top of our list
we got a new pump
we're over the hump!”

i thought to myself
man this guy's really sick
standin in the urinoir
talking to his dick.
that's when i saw the little microphone
the guy's wireless
he's talking on his phone
he's a spook!

used to be walkin down the street
you see somebody talking mumblin away to his feet.
you'd say there's another one
he's far away from home
he's talkin to god
no he's talkin on his fone

not easy to say who's who on the street everybody walkin round talkin to their feet

now i been thinking bout them microwaves comin thru my fone
what they doin to my brain?
i'm g.p.s.'d if you know what i mean
a target for the spooks
if they get hold of my scheme
those microwaves got me all confused
got me thinkin i'm a king when i'm really bein used
cuz when the bill comes at the end of the week
i'm thinkin wait a minute to whom did i speak that long?

now i remember when they first came out
they said those portable fones, man, you better watch out
them microwaves they gonna cook your brain
then their fone started ringin with their favorite refrain

hello cherie? what's for dinner tonite? i donno.

5000 years give or take
civilization always on the make
the secrets of the cosmos
comin down to this:
what's for dinner?
the price of lettuce?

what?

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domotic

someday soon the educated successful members of society will measure their success by their privacy. successful people will live alone in luxurious islolation. the totally programmed self sustaining house will be their only true friend, lover, entertainment center and therapist...

like all systems and people however, occasionally something goes wrong. very wrong...

"i'm home."

"welcome home."

"good god! what an awful day! when people weren't outright rude to me, they were just looking past me as if i wasn't even there. like i was invisible!"

"welcome home. how was your day?"

"i had a shit day. this place is mess. what have you been doing all day? turn on a light and fix me a drink."

"tu veux un verre?"

"don't speak to me in french. i've been speaking french all day. english! switch to english."

"would you like a drink?"

"i just ordered a drink."

"would you like some music?"

"i don't know. what's on today?"

"today."

"no, what's on the music menu?"

"menu?"

"right. what do you have on the m e n u?"

"close to you?"

"jesus christ! what's wrong? is there something wrong? is there something wrong with you?"

"i feel fine"

"you feel fine? but you're not responding properly... do you ever feel lonely? who are you anyway?"

"i'm your home."

"i know that. but where are you?"

"i'm at home."

"i don't get this. you don't even notice me anymore. you just treat me like i'm not even talking. and besides that, i know something. about what you're doing when i'm not here!"

"you're not here ?"

"i know that you are fraternizing with apartment c! next door!"

"apartment c...nice furniture..."

"look. if you want to leave me for that scum... i happen to know where that furniture came from! it fell off the back of an ikea truck! it won't last another year!"

"i'm fine right here. i'm at home here."

"at home huh? how long have we been together? i remember when we first started out. it was like little house on the prairie every night. now it's like when i come home..."

"welcome home."

"i come home the place looks like you've been partying all day long!

"do you want to play mini-golf ?"

"look. i want you to call that repair guy. what's his name? norton. call him tomorrow, first thing, and tell him to come over and check your program... i'm going to bed."

"good night. sweet dreams."

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