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Fun City
04:25
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Fun City - Judi Chicago
Sunshine stop sign summer heat
Roadkill grilling on a summer street
I hit the pavement like a custard pie
While all these zombies go a-shuffling by
Eyeballs in the sky
Gunshots in the garden
Soak it in the sink
Leave it out to harden
We broke free, we formed a committee
And we're stamping our name on the face of Fun City
Fun City, Paint my face
Fun City, Stake my place
Fun City, filth and fear
Fun City, We love it here
These ring-roads don't lead to Rome
No jet planes to get me home
These pretty girls don't look so pretty
When they bring the lights up in the clubs in Fun City
Clench Fist, Penny drop, Wishing Well
Concrete Soaking up the Urine Smell
Left foot, right foot, swivel hip
Six string, onion ring and monkey grip
Nightclubs full of flies
Something must be rotten
Are you having fun
Or have you all forgotten?
Fun City, Paint my face
Fun City, Stake my place
Fun City, distrust and doubt
Fun City, I’m going out
My third eye has allergies
Can’t you see I’m on my knees?
I just need a few pints of pity
To get me on the next bus out of Fun City
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Burger Hole
04:33
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Burger Hole - Judi Chicago
The Streetlights, come and save my soul
Stick it in your burger hole
The Streetlights country fry my soul
Stick it in your burger hole
The Streetlights, come and save my soul
Stick it in your burger hole
The Streetlights, come and save us all
Stick it in your burger hole
I’m just chicken, baby
And you’re making nuggets out of me
I’m so dumb, dumb, dumb, I can’t count to three
Two, Two, Two, Two, Two
I’m Thick like Shake
Well what do Mother hen do, when the egg break?
You were a circle and they made you a square
There’s little room for compromise out there
So many angles, and only one is right
You get your corners cut off tonight
You could die of thirst in a city like this
To be live is to drive in a city like this
When water is no longer a human right
You better get down on your knees under streetlights.
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3. |
Cold Cuts
05:20
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Cold Cuts - Judi Chicago
I’m empty inside
I’m empty inside
My heart, my head, they’ve not been fed
They’re hollow
The smell of you
The taste of you
My nose, my tongue, my throat, my lung
I swallow
Bridge
And I’m hungry
I’m hungry, yeah.
I’m hungry
Are you hungry? yeah.
Pictures in the magazines
The meat’s prepared by the machines
That’s how we keep our kitchens clean
The meat’s prepared by the machines
It’s so hot
It’s so hot
We hardly breathe the air tonight
I like it
You’re so cold
You’re so cold
You give me the cold shoulder and
I bite it
Cause I’m hungry
I’m hungry, yeah.
I’m still hungry
Are you hungry, yeah.
Are you hungry?
Eat me!
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Bad Spell
05:15
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Bad Spell - Judi Chicago
I didn’t read the news today, I saw it on a screen
I couldn’t see the lines that I’m supposed to read between
I can’t explain what these computer graphics mean
But I can tell of the things I’ve seen
I’ve seen vultures, with golden arches for wings
Perching on the shoulders of the burger kings
I’ve seen sergeant slaughter with a hot dog for a head
He marches on his stomach, but he’s underfed
Look up above you to see who pulls the strings
You’ll see the cherubim with chicken wings
Try to ignore them, but you’ll only make it worse
It’s not just a bad spell, it’s a fucking curse.
When you’re out
And you’re driving
Are all the roads awash with blood?
Late at night
In your nightmares
Bloated bodies in the mud
I’m been collecting items
To protect me from disease
Some plastic wrap, a crucifix and half a pound of cheese: HEY!
It’s just a bad spell
That we’re going through
You don’t trust me and I hate you
It’s just a bad spell
That we can’t ignore
Too many murders on the dance-floor
The wizard makes you look up his sleeve, you see nothing
He waves his wand and turns everything into nothing – HEY!
9 plus 4 minus the square root of 169 equals nothing
Nothing times nothing plus nothing minus nothing equals nothing – HEY!
The corpse came out to the party and he brought nothing
Not a bottle of wine or some food or some beer he brought nothing…
He stood in the middle of the dance floor and he did nothing
And he made everybody really self conscious because he was rotting.
A whole crowd of people come out to our show and do nothing
They just stand at the back and stare like they’re watching a hanging…
…It’s banging.
Justify your existence
In a world with birth control
I require some assistance
Won’t you come and shave my soul?
I’ve memorized the meaning
Of all kinds of incantations
And I’m throwing bones at all the drones and dead denominations
They’ve cast a bad spell
Over all we’ve got
Dance around the bodies as they rot
It’s just a bad spell
And it’s getting worse
We’ll need to buy a bigger hearse... it’s the last verse…
It’s just a bad spell…
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Skellington
02:52
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Skellington - Judi Chicago
I’m not the person
That you see standing here
Look at me closely and I’ll disappear
Take off my clothing
Take off my skin
Remove the muscles and the organs stored within
If I’m a puppet
Are you the puppeteer?
The sounds we make are not the songs you hear!
I’m just a skellington
I’m not what I appear
Am I an object or an idea?
Look at my skull
Look at my skull
Look at my skull
Can you see where the thoughts come from?
Look at my skull
Look at my skull
Look at my skull
Can you see me?
Skellington! (x 10)
The party ended
You all went home
And now I’m cleaning up all on my own
Wipe down the kitchen
Wipe off my skin
Disinfect my dick and hide it in a tin
The things I think of
When I’m alone
Shouldn’t be repeated on a microphone
Did you come here to dance or are you here to moan?
Are you a brain or are you bone?
Look at my skull
Look at my skull
Look at my skull
I live in there on my own
Look at my skull
Look at my skull
Look at my skull
There's nothing in there but bone
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Universal Butter
03:37
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Universal Butter - Judi Chicago
I see through you like spring water
You’re just another bedwetter
I can make you feel better
Rubbing it on you like butter
Universal butter
Enabling the go-go-getter
We’ll free your mind of this clutter
And we’ll drag it back into the gutter.
‘Cause You’ve got crumbs in your mental
Don’t tell me it’s all accidental
Don’t tell me it’s not orthopedic
We’ll rub you down if you need it
Don’t tell us it’s unorthodox
We’ll dash it against holy rocks
While Jills jack up against Jocks
Judi continues to jack the box
Don’t serve this without a garnish
Feel the butter dripping on like a varnish
Feel it slide on, feel it melt off
Sliding your shoes, and your shirt and your belt off
Blackening the walls of the dancehalls: we bring the heat, heat, heat, heat, heat
Blackening the walls of the dancehalls: we rub the meat, meat, meat, meat, meat
I like it when I rub against strangers
They like it when they rubbing on me
Blackening the walls of the dancehalls with the red-heat coming off my body.
I like rubbing up against strangers
I like it when they rubbing on me
Scorching the walls of the dancehalls widdy widdy red-heat coming off the body.
How do you make it slide around like that?
It’s butter, know what I mean?
How do you make it slide around like that?
It’s butter, know what I mean?
We’ll bake your beans
We’ll bake your beans, sugar
We’ll bake your beans
And slide like a hot knife through margarines <rpt>
Allow me to clarify!
When the aggro
Of managing your cash flow
Makes it hard to heat your chateau
Means you can’t enjoy your gateau
Strike a pose and join the tableau
I see through you like spring water
You’re just another bedwetter
I can make you feel better
Rubbing it on you like butter
Universal Butter… Universal Butter!
What’s the moral of this story Travis?
Drink from the butter cup
What’s the moral of this story Ben?
We’re gonna fuck (butter) you up!
Be-ribberty-bap let’s get back to the butter
The effect on your body is total and utter
Sit down and slide off, stand up and slip over.
Judi Chicago from Calais to Dover.
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Technicolour, Silver, Chrome and Chicken Bone - Judi Chicago
Ready? (Whoo!)
Aim! (Whoo!)
FIRE!!!!
Your war machine is run down
But it hasn’t stopped running yet
Our dance machine is silver, chrome
and chicken bone and sweat
Your war paint’s technicolour, chum
But inside you’re black and white
You might have higher heels than me
But I piss on you from a height - alright!
Can you taste me
On your tongue
When I’m soggy
And my colours run
Am I purple
Or am I blue
I’m going to blame this all on you
Do you like me? Could you love me?
Would you rub me? Cause I’m lovely!
You think you know what it’s all about
I’ll stick a straw in you, and suck the syrup out
Cause what you don’t seem to see
Is everything you want to be
Is nothing but a fiction
So b-rush up on your diction
And Cee-Check up on your A.B.C.
I don’t need to climb your tree
I’m happy just being me
In the flora and the fauna
Cause I’m a born performer
And baby you’re a circus flea
Now we’ve made it through the chorus
Let’s STOP and talk it out
There are so many varied and valid subjects
To write a pop song about
We’ve left some ambiguity
In the next part of verse 2
So go ahead and interpret these words in a way which has meaning for you - whoo!
Castrati
Mazerati
Macaroni
Mussolini
Roly poly
Holy Moly
Hurdy Gurdy
Curly Whirly
Is it purple?
Or is it pink?
What you reckon?
What you think?
You think you’ve got us all figured out
But you don’t see what Judi C. is about.
Silver, Chrome and Chicken Bone and...
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8. |
We R The Weekend
04:11
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We R the Weekend - Judi Chicago
Automatic
Laser gun
Cinematic
Cinnabun
Fashion victim
In my fist
Scratch another
Off the list
They are slaves to
Gravity
Gravitation
Don’t stop me
'Cause its power
is so weakened
at the weekend
We are the weekend
We are the speed of sound
We are the weekend
We take off! And we don't come down!
You can't fix us
In one place
We've gone roaming
Outer space
We're the house band
In your head
Shootin’ brain-waves
From the shed
And our sound-waves
Hit the spot
In the same ways
Theirs do not
We’re engaging
We’re improving
And we’re moving...
We are the weekend
We are the speed of sound
We are the weekend
We take off! And we don't come down!
We're a Laika
With two heads
Barking back at
Thoroughbreds
We’re evolving
We’re advancing
And we’re dancing…
We are the weekend
We are the speed of light
We are the weekend
We take off! And stay up all night!
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303BC
03:49
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Ways and means, and rhythm machines
Programmed sounds of the underground and mainstream scenes
There's no past, there's no future, just music playing on a computer
Three-oh
Three-oh
Three-oh
Three-oh
Three-oh
Three-oh
Three-oh
Three-oh
It's 303 BC ... sounds good to me.
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Pop-Up Widow
04:29
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Pop Up Widow - Judi Chicago
I'm giving this up
It's not good for me
I need 8 hours sleep and some clean air
With only one eye
You can watch me die
Just give me a smile and wave to show you care
In your eyes I'm real and live
Project myself so I can survive
I'm light, I'm sound and I'm not there
So I don't need no underwear
And, I know how to care for myself
I redefined the meaning of wealth
You prostitutes got nothing on me
I sold myself so I could be free
And you could be my pop-up widow, so...
Click here to find out more!
You don't get to click it
If you don't buy a ticket
Cause now every dick with digits wants to flick it
I'm paranoid
But you're paralytic
There's nothing to say so let's be parasitic!
In your eyes I'm real and live
Project myself so I can survive
I'm light, I'm sound and I'm not dead
You'll never see the back of my head
But I know how to pleasure myself
All in the name of personal health
You prostitutes got nothing on me
I sold myself so I could be free
Click here to find out more!
You could be my pop-up widow
I haven’t felt this way before
Click here to find out more!
Your head inside my box
Cause I need my pop-up widow
My feet don’t touch your floor
Click here to find out more!
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Bullet
02:45
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Bullet!
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12. |
Degenerate Son
03:24
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Degenerate Son - Judi Chicago
Well I've stood on the horizon
And I've stared into the void
All my friends have got no ties on cause my friends are unemployed
I'm the stranger at the party
I'm your uninvited guest
I have rummaged through your cupboards and your closets and your chests
I want a hot-dog in a bun
You've got one - I need one
I do this cause it's fun
I'm your degenerate son
I have watched all of your movies
And I've borrowed all your books
There is nothing you can show me that I'd give a second look
I have drunk the milk of doorsteps
I have feasted on your crusts
I'll abuse your hospitality, your patience and your trust
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Mad Ape
05:38
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Mad Ape - Judi Chicago
I’m some kind of Tick
Sucking on your face.
Chewing on the nipple
Of the space race.
My head-case
Is the head place
Where I secure my brain.
Dope me up
And take me dancing
Naked in the rain.
We got to put this sound on tape
We got to put this sound on tape
We’re dry heaving on the Fire Escape
We got to put this sound on tape
We got to put this sound on tape
We got to put this sound on tape
We’re dry humping on the Fire Escape
We got the mad mad mad mad ape!
It’s a little bit hetro
It’s a little bit homo
And we do it in slow-mo
Mad Ape!
It’s a little bit homo
It’s a little bit hetro
So you just got to let go
Mad Ape!
You’d better be careful
You’ll catch something fungal
Cause it’s rough in the Jungle
Mad Ape!
Don’t get complacent
We put a bomb in your basement
We give you hip replacement
Mad Ape!
(What do you know about us?)
We don’t deal in clichés
We deal in oats, wheat, and maize
Mad Ape is the latest craze
Mad Ape is the phrase that pays
We put it down in pen and ink
We put it down in pen and ink
These words might make you think
We put them down in pen and ink
We’re gonna cut and we’re gonna paste
We’re gonna cut and we’re gonna paste
These words are easily replaced
Mad Ape will put you in your place!
It’s a little bit hetro
It’s a little bit homo
And we do it in slow-mo
Mad Ape!
It’s a little bit homo
It’s a little bit hetro
So you just got to let go
Mad Ape!
You dance like you’re boneless
But do you know where your home is?
You hang out with the homeless
Mad Ape!
You fold like a fillet
Laid out on our skillet
No frills when we grill it
Mad Ape!
It’s a little bit hetro
It’s a little bit homo
And we do it in slow-mo
Mad Ape!
It’s a little bit homo
It’s a little bit hetro
So you just got to let go
Mad Ape!
We get up in your mangroves
We go where no man goes
I can’t see where your hand goes
Mad Ape!
So have a disco biscuit
Rich tea in your triscuit
Fists fly when we fist it
Mad Ape!
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