1. |
March To Heaven
03:23
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Let's form a line, let's march to Heaven and try to destroy it
We should demand our Great Reward in time to enjoy it
If you believe we' re going to Hell one way or another
Can it be worse than all the hell we make for each other?
I listen and watch as the whisper turns to a roar
Our love is for the moment, we won't need any more.
Your rubber soul has got a hole where there should be a handle
You bounce around, you burn like flames from a Roman candle
Hard to admit, maybe the poor house keeps us together
We have no choice, perhaps no love, but we do have a tether.
And later, by firelight, not knowing what's in store
You'll love me for the moment, we won't need any more.
Allee, allee, doo-wa-did-eeay
All is well, let's keep the dogs at bay Allee, allee, doo•wa-did-eeay
Inspiration's got to come our way.
You want my heart, but yours seems sad and somehow arrested
These happy days are sweet, but when will our love be tested?
Your eyes change hue, they' re only true when your back's to the plaster
Just take my hand and tell me beauty hides disaster.
I need your solution, I need your dangerous stare
Don't turn out, don't burn out, don't fade before we' re there.
Allee, allee, doo·wa-did-eeay
All is well, let's keep the dogs at bay Allee, allee, doo•wa-did-eeay
Inspiration always comes our way.
Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee ...
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2. |
Narcissist
03:25
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Man with no remembered past
Fast, frozen and fancy-free
Basing his life on the present,
Its fads and its fopperies
Floating with the current on a raft all alone
Gone with the flow, all of history
He found a cure for the world:
He made the world go away,
He made the world go away,
He made the world go away.
A tender infant voice within
Screams at its first betrayal
Mother's black beak stabbing through time
Man with no more future-faith
Trapped like a rat in his personal space
Nonplussed by the real life that passes before his eyes
Slumped in the sticky-sweet popcorn seat
Watching movies of the world's demise
He found a cure for the world
He made the world go away
He made the world go away
He made the world go away
Cataracts spread like rot,
Breaking the threads of sight
Colors and shapes scatter the light through your eyes
Hours and days flow vaguely by Life at the top of the food chain
A gradual death to the pleasures of the flesh
Dropping pounds and dripping fat
From a decade of treatments and sauna baths
They found a cure for the world
They made the world go away
They made the world go away
We made the world go away
Let's make the world go away
Please make the world go away
Just make the world go away
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3. |
Had It With Girls
04:03
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Longing for the lashings of our love affair
Ache for something solid that's no longer there
I miss the stringent discipline of loving you
No one exacts the best from me the way that you used to do
Now that you've gone it's a colorless world
Now that you've gone I've had it with girls
Aaaahaahaahaaahaaa ...
Since you left me I've been looking for a sign
No one there to show me where to toe the line
No one to show me my place on the face of this slippery world
See that I don't jump the gun or fall behind
Now that you've gone it's a spongy world
Now that you've gone I've had it with girls,
I've had it with girls Aaaaahaaa ...
Seen a lot of girls but they don't do the trick
They just don't cut through, I guess my hide is thick
No one can tear me to pieces the way that you used to do
Other girls just can't get off a kick like you
l've had it with girls, I've had it with girls
I've had it with girls, I've had it with girls
Aaaaaahaaaaahaaa ...
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4. |
Crickets
04:27
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5. |
Leroy
03:02
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6. |
The Thread
03:28
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Cold and raining, the city is shimmering glass
and wire
Night is falling on unfinished anger that's
burning still
Light escapes as it leaps from the windows
and disappears
Gigantic faces flicker and grimace on drive-in
screens
What's the thread of meaning that
we've lost here?
Every explanation seems to fail here
You can hear a pin drop in the hotel
...on the stairs…in the hallway
…nothing moves.
Claire is built like a dream, so she models
and turns some tricks,
Stands in lobbies and waits till she lures the
next lonely boy
Halfway up to her room he gets ambushed
and hacked to death
They split the money, she gets the smallest
amount, of course.
What's the thread of meaning that
we've lost here?
The passing years have clouded why we
came here
You can hear a pin drop in the park
...in the church…in the movie house
…someone sleeps.
Night hangs on with the grip of a cripple who
loves his strength
Someone could ask for a match and they
might get a torch
All you have is the thread that was tossed
down the labyrinth's hole
First kill the Minotaur, then you can follow it out
Don't lose it, follow it out.
Where's the thread?
Where's the thread?
Where's the thread?
Where's the thread?
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7. |
Stay Home
02:32
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Although this song was released as an instrumental, it was performed with vocals. A live performance with lyrics is available an upcoming digital release by The Fibonaccis.
“Stay Home” (lyrics by Ron Stringer)
Tower of Pisa, Mona Lisa
Monte Carlo, they take VISA!
Sip a rare amontillado...see the Prado
Far away . . . Mandalay . . . Old Cathay
Coliseum…
Where a gigolo with a boutonniere runs a slimy hand through his greasy hair
British Museum…
Where a scholar sits and reads all day ‘til he's blown to bits by the IRA
Arc de Triomphe…
Where Parisians sneer while the tourists pay for a chic coiffure and a fake Monet
Chorus:
Far away . . . Mandalay . . . Old Cathay
Whaddya know! Every place that you go has the same human race - oh no!
There's a beggar here, there's a mugger there calculating what you owe him
From the shores of Montezuma to the sands of Nice
I've heard an ugly rumor: Better pack a piece!
Sacred Ganges…
Where a palsied fakir sits on a mat and they drop like flies and they breed like rats
Tokyo Ginza…
Where the crowd's so packed when you take a stroll, you feel like fish in a sushi roll
Wall of China…
Where China dolls in coats of blue Are deciding how to re-educate you
Chorus:
Far away . . . Mandalay . . . Old Cathay
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8. |
Medicine Waltz
02:57
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Open wide, it's like medicine
It's all right, I'll have some more
Down it goes, no more doubt or fear
I don't care what happened before.
Bring me some whiskey to soak my regret
Too many fishes slipped through the net
Well past the point where ripe turns to rot
In the absence of kisses you throw back a shot.
It's an ancient sensation,
But those Greeks could drink wine and still think.
Maybe we' re the wrong nation
To be holding the Bomb while we drink.
Look at them marching up Main Street
It's the Fourth of July and they're stewed
They'd just as soon lynch you as love you
It's that Fourth of July kind of mood.
Open wide, take your medicine
Every night you come in mad
Choke it back and forget her voice
Makes you mean and strong like your Dad
I noticed a man stooped over a bar
I saw by his legs he was scarred in the war
Some kind of terror showed in his eyes
When I said, ''I'll be yours for the rest of the night."
That's a fine situation
She won't see that he can't be consoled.
It might be hallucination
But the blind drunk girl thinks he's whole
Open wide, it's like medicine
It's all right, we'll have some more
Down it goes, no more doubt or fear
We don't care what happened before
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9. |
Some Men
02:42
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Some men don't like women at all
So why do we stay?
When I stepped on a spider last night
And I turned to make love
My lover turned away.
He worships spirits in trees,
Keeps hairy apes in a cage,
Wagner floats from his phonograph
As he waits for the brand New Age.
Some men don't like women at all
But they' re jealous anyway
I ran into an old friend of mine
We started to talk,
But my man pulled a gun and took aim.
He's got some funny ideas
He says all women are liars
One night he' II swoop down
With his needle and thread
To seal in my desires
He dreams of the cool forest mist
To him that's romance
But he'd like to take all of my friends
And crush them like ants
Some men don't like women at all
So why do we stay?
When I stepped on a spider last night
And I turned to make love
My lover turned away ...
He turned away...
He turned away.
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10. |
Old Mean Ed Gein
03:22
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Dear Mister Manson, have you heard of or seen
A man from Wisconsin by the name of Ed Gein?
You helped me discover the Beatles and Stones,
But he turned me on to the beauty of bones.
At sixteen my feelings for you haven't changed
But Ed Gein has shown me the meaning of strange.
I'm doing a term paper on him for school
How could he be such a square and so cool?
Old mean Ed Gein
Lived on long pig and turnip greens
Old mean Ed Gein
Looks right through you and he sees your
spleen.
You say you've never made love, Mister Gein
Alone on your farm without lights or TV?
I'd like to peek into
Your candlelit room.
Old mean Ed Gein
Gave neighbors venison on Christmas Eve
Old mean Ed Gein
She hung like a deer,
All dressed out and cleaned.
You gave me thoughts that I've never had
People are sculptures,
Their faces are masks
It's a strange, new land
But I think that I understand.
Old mean Ed Gein
Danced by full moon
In the girl of his dreams
Old mean Ed Gein
The shadow they cast
Made him feel like a queen.
Deer Mister Manson, have you heard of or seen
A man from Wisconsin by the name of Ed Gein?
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12. |
The Snap
03:51
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I once met a girl who had deep-sunken eyes
She couldn't get snapped, so she gave up and died
And I hear those voices in the air
Floating down like ashes everywhere
I heard about some lucky woman who snapped
They found a small chamber where her love slaves were trapped
I prowled through the night with a coroner's eye
Into dark little rooms where a coward could hide
And I hear those voices in the air
Floating down like ashes everywhere
I hear those voices in the air
Someone snapped somehow, somewhere
And I'm waiting for the snap I'm waiting for the snap
The groping and trembling of lovers in heat
Descending a staircase with contracts of meat
Chipping the marble off tyrants and prudes
They've got to keep moving like sharks hunting food
And I hear those voices in the air
Ancient voices chanting off somewhere
My body feels like a sack of lead
Waiting for that snap inside my head
And I'm waiting for the snap
Waiting for the snap
I'm waiting for the snap
I'm waiting for the snap
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The Fibonaccis Los Angeles, California
Welcome to The Fibonaccis official Bandcamp page. The band rose from the early-'80s Los Angeles art punk scene and drew from a wide range of ideas and influences. It was active until 1988, with a brief exhumation and CD retrospective in 1992. The name comes from Leonardo Fibonacci, the 14th century Italian mathematician from Pisa. Visit us again here, or at www.fibonaccis.com for news and updates. ... more
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