Cover di The Grand Pecking Order

The Grand Pecking Order
Album - 2001 - Debaser id 19253

di Oysterhead

01
Little Faces (04:57)
Oysterhead • The Grand Pecking Order
In the dawn
When my toes are cold
They spread their little trinkets on the ground
In the hall
By the closet door
They creep into my bed without a sound
On a cube
In a plastic egg
A hundred fabric figures in a pile
See them march
Toward me in a line
And dance across the floor in single file

Little faces keep no track of time
Little faces speaking out in rhyme
Little faces smiling in my mind

Tiny doors
For walking through
While sticky fingers clutch forbidden things
And the phone
For talking through
They often pull the cable when it rings
Sinking ships
On a foamy sea
That roll and tumble slowly from
the motion of their filthy
Little hands
Their little hands

Little faces keep no track of time
Little faces speaking out in rhyme
Little faces smiling in my mind

In the dark
When their eyes are wide
They listen to the secrets that I tell
In a ball
On their tiny beds
Or beneath them where the shadow people dwell
And the moon
Beams that split the night
Leave bars of yellow pasted on their faces
As they drift into a dream
In a dream

Little faces keep no track of time
Little faces speaking out in rhyme
Little faces smiling in my mind
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Oz Is Ever Floating (02:49)
Oysterhead • The Grand Pecking Order
Oz is always floating
Ever drifting sometimes doting
Over things that mean the world to
Dr. John C. Lilly
In the tank he's grooving
Ever sifting sometimes smoothing
Out the things that mean the world to
Dr. John C. Lilly
Are you still floating Dr. John C. Lilly?
Drifting as the time goes by
Across the inner cosmos he is flying
His tank is isolating
In his mind he's elevating
All the things that mean the world to Dr. John C. Lilly
Are you still floating Dr. John C. Lilly?

In the liquid he will lie
Rehearsing for the final act of dying

Oz is ever floating
Dr. John C. Lilly
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03
Mr. Oysterhead (04:50)
Oysterhead • The Grand Pecking Order
Come on kiddies gather round, theres a new sensation hitting town.
It's moving slow, low to the gorund,
it'll pick you up when your feeling down.

chorus
he's an inspiration, he's an inspiration, he's an inspiration to us all.

when all else has been done and said along comes mr. oysterhead. 2x

I remember back in the day, when music folk had a lot to say.
now i sit hope and pray someone will come along show the way.

chorus

when all else has been done and said along comes mr. oysterhead.
when all else has been done and said, you best look out for mr. oysterhead

chorus

when all else has been done and said along comes mr. oysterhead. 2x

and through out the long frustrating years of retched men and choked back tears

he's an inspiration 3x - to us all ( whole thing 2x )

when all else has been done and said along comes mr. oysterhead
when all else has been done and said, you bets look out for mr. oysterhead

mr. oysterhead
yeah yeah
mr.oysterhead
mr.oysterhead
mr.oysterhead
mr.oysterhead
booww booww booww

chorus 3x
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Birthday Boys (03:05)
Oysterhead • The Grand Pecking Order
Gina knows what it's like to be
On the other side of midnight
Gina's eyes are sensitive
To the brighter side of daylight
She knows what it's like to be
The topic of conversation
While birthday boys are wallowing
In ichors of adulation
I don't mind
If you stand around and look at me tonight
I quite like it
Kinds like us are blind
To the dirt that gathers in between
The toes of moderation
Gina knows
You can come around but don't you talk to me
I'm not in the mood for conversation
You can come around
But don't you talk to me
You can come around but don't you talk to me
I'm not in the mood for conversation
You can come around
But don't you talk to me
I don't mind
If you come around and drink up all my wine
Won't be the first time
Sometimes I find
Little treasures hidden deep within my drawers
Gina knows
You can come around but don't you talk to me
I'm not in the mood for conversation
You can come around
But don't you talk to me
You can come around but don't you talk to me
I'm not in the mood for conversation
You can come around
But don't you talk to me
You can come around but don't you talk to me
Gina knows, what it's like to be
I'm not in the mood for conversation
You can come around
But don't you talk to me
Gina knows, what it is to find...
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Pseudo Suicide (04:53)
Oysterhead • The Grand Pecking Order
Gasoline Vaseline
Benzene Aphetamine
All the chemicals in between
There ain't no cure for suicide
Knew a man
He went to jail
His momma couldn't raise the bail
Found him dangling in his cell
There ain't no cure for suicide
She was quite a dainty thing
He held her with a diamond ring
She never did have that final fling
Cause there ain't no cure for suicide
Bitchin' here bitchin' there
Bitchin' damn near everywhere
There ain't no cure for suicide

Buttered toast
Greasy roast
You all remember Danny most
He used to hit us coast to coast
Cause there ain't no cure for suicide
With pain that thrives inside my neck
And lately I say what the heck
Gotta pry myself up off the deck
Cause there ain't no cure for suicide
I really can't remember when
It didn't flow right from the pen
When it don't I'll carpenter again
Cause there ain't no cure for suicide

Seven seconds after I dissolve into the fiery gates of hell
Locked up in a plastic tube where Sandsio lay frozen when he fell
Pseudo suicide

He awoke to find that he was tumbling like the bills of buffalo
Pallid in a backwards way of living was the quickest way to go
Pseudo Suicide
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12
The Grand Pecking Order (02:35)
Oysterhead • The Grand Pecking Order
In the Grand Pecking Order
Where is it you stand
Under foot of swollen bastards
Or on the neck of another man
At the grand feeding table
Are you sitting near the head
Or the corner by the bathroom
Where you're asked to pass the bread
And you pass it with a smile on your face
For to pout about would only bring disgrace
To the Grand Pecking Order
In the grand pecking order
Where is it you lie
Are you the tall hog at the trough
Or a piglet in the stye
On the grand ladder of life
Are you near the highest rung
Or somewhere near bottom
With your nose in hairy bung
And you sniff it with a smile on your face
For to pout about would only bring disgrace
To the Grand Pecking Order
And you're dancing with a smile on your face
For to stand about would only bring disgrace!
To the Grand Pecking Order
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13
Owner of the World (02:44)
Oysterhead • The Grand Pecking Order
He use to own the world
He use to be the one
Like hundred hungry dogs in heat
On cinnabar and rum
Ground and sift and washed it
Dried it in the sun
But his heart just wouldn't buy it
And his feet began to run
He use to be the Owner of the World
Now he's just another man
Who use to be the Owner of the World
Down an empty highway
Pass sycamores and oaks
Then stop for seven hours
The things he made us do
The owner of the world
Liked always taking more
Standing on the beach
Or walking out the door
He use to be the Owner of the World
Now he's just another man
Who use to be the Owner of the World
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