UP ON THE SUN
A long time ago / I turned to myself / And said,”you are my daughter” / I saw that the image / I saw there was well, / “so you are my daughter” / Well then maybe we’ve got / Something to talk about. / Who told you so? / That gold burns slow / Like coal camper’s candles / All lost in the snow / Lay down — you’re on / The warmth that I’m weaving / Is for you alone / Up on the sun where it never rains or snows / There’s an ocean / With a wind that never blows / And if you see it closer / Then the finer points will show / Not too much more / Too much more

AWAY
Below the road a dozen times now / Within the leeway behind the sandhouse / The fascinating book of strings / Picks the leaves / That drift down in between / Suns to lift up in between / They told some stories like you’ve never seen / Just about everything slips down in between / Mine to lift up and to follow / In the steps of fluids hollow / Without time we pick up all the streams / To find the leaves / That drift down in between

ANIMAL KINGDOM
Down in the valley / There’s an animal kingdom / You can’t even see it / Till the sun goes down / Up in the mountains / There’s beautiful rings / On fingers that dance / To invisible sound / Up in my head / There’ s an animal kingdom / I am the king / Of the animals there / Up in the mountains (my head) / I’m a beautiful singer / To birds that dance / On invisible air

HOT PINK
Hot pink volcano in the heart of the tornado / Is shaking the lemonade tree / Hot pink forest is backed by a furnace / That boils the lemonade free / And it all went down / Tomorrow is a number / Hot pink apple with the sweet golden dimple / Has stuck its claim in me / Hot pink rubber comes in every color / And every style that you please

SWIMMING GROUND
The sun is up and beating down / Hot enough to melt the ground / A little water would do us good / The clouds’d help us if they could / They’d send showers of pouring rain / Get everything wet again / We could go and float around / In our favorite swimming ground / The best place I ever found / Wasn’t close to any town / Was a little swimming ground / Everything just floating around / Out to lunch and out of town / Pretty close to falling down / A little water would do us good

BUCKETHEAD
Got no head / It’s a bucket with teeth / It likes to dream / It likes to sleep / It knows hot / It knows cool / It knows what’s what / It’s no fool fill up the bucket with / Whatever you got / Make sure it’s something / That the bucket likes a lot / Fly on a window / Looking through / Its tiny bucket / Knows just what to do / It goes over here / It goes over there / It takes its tiny bucket / Almost everywhere / I’m a buckethead / That’s the truth / What I do / Sure shines through / And what goes in / Gets mixed around / And overflows / And makes this sound

TOO REAL
Around here it’s all the same / I said it’s all the same / When drops of sunshine / Start to turn to rain / I said it’s all the same / They don’t know what to call it / But they all say it’s wrong / Well I don’t see no greener pastures / This must be where I belong

ENCHANTED PORKFIST
Pistachios turn your fingers red / Row your way back home you know / Roll right into bed / Pick it up in a week or two / Flags jump out your head / Row your way back home you know / Roll right into bed

TWO RIVERS
Two rivers rolling by / Two waters side by side / Never touching they remain / Two rivers different names / When they meet the waters change / Two rivers one name / River flows with many names / Water leading water’s aim / Finding ways to change again / Finding yet another name

CREATOR
Everybody’s get some kind of / Belief about creator / Some say openly, “I don’t know” / Some build elevators / To take the chosen few / Who can afford the scenic view / To the top of some big tower / Looking out on fields of blue / Walking clouds on caves of emptiness / That fall around their minds / To flirt openly with vapor / And the trail it leaves behind / Fences fly and sidewalks cry / Concerning our creator / Turning loose the butterfly / That ate the alligator / Picking up its open-ended / Holographic roots / It moved out to the tower / To look down on me and you / Walking caves of empty water / In the boring morning rain / Making love to open windows / And the vapor trails refrain

All lyrics by Curt Kirkwood

Lyrics reprinted with permission
All songs ©1985 Meat Puppets Music (BMI)
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Posted by Derrick Bostrom on Thursday, December 29th, 2005 at 7:35 am.