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Bright Lights, Fun City

by Judi Chicago

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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 ©2010 Judi Chicago All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
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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. ©2010 Judi Chicago All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
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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! ©2010 Judi Chicago All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
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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… ©2010 Judi Chicago All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
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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 ©2010 Judi Chicago All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
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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. ©2008 Judi Chicago All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
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Technicolor, Silver, Chrome & Chicken Bone 04:41
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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... ©2008 Judi Chicago All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
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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! ©2010 Judi Chicago All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
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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! ©2010 Judi Chicago All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
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Bullet 02:45
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Bullet!
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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 ©2010 Judi Chicago All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
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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! ©2007 Judi Chicago All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.

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Judi Chicago is Ben Coleman, James Joyce & Travis Thatcher

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released March 31, 2010

Written, Performed, Recorded & Produced by Judi Chicago at Fun City
Bad Spell and Mad Ape produced by Ben Allen at Maze Studios
Mastering: Randy Garcia
Artwork: Anna Vermin

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Judi Chicago Atlanta, Georgia

JUDI CHICAGO exists in a parallel universe where beef burgers can rap and alcho-pop whippets puke neon hues over the pavements of the weekend. JUDI CHICAGO is the true underground sound of the oily skyline and sticky sidewalks of Atlanta, Georgia.

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