Other Songs - Lyrics
All lyrics received directly from the band and are by M. Doughty unless otherwise noted. Publishedby Our Pal Dolores/WB unless otherwise noted
Unmarked Helicopters
Whose song is that remembered?
At random, surpenting
Throught fatty coils, emerging
some other thought it's thinking
this light
stands above the
houses
on the ground
this illumination
visited upon the whole land
unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
here comes the super copter
here comes the noise it makes
the demon was an idea
the demon is awake
scratch mark traced across the
surface of your mind
this hour, now upon us
the hour, now arrived
unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
unmarked helicopters
hovering
they said it was a weather balloon
but i know the truth
i know the whole shebang
i know the names of men they had to hang
i let her out the trunk
heard what she said at them
they've come to drag us through the double M
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
unmarked helicopters
hovering
they said it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
MURDER OF LAWYERS
(Note: These are not the lyrics of the recorded version, but of an ealier version the band once performed live. I do not have the lyrics to the recorded version)
A murder of lawyers in overcoats.
A murder of lawyers in overcoats.
A murder of lawyers in overcoats, shoulders up, heads slung low, looking like a swarm of M's swarming the crosswalk. Looking up at a window on the forty-fourth floor. Blueeyed Jew Mystic from a rhythm section, his hands cupped around the dignified hijiki of human speech. Muslim baritones idle with their hands down.
And the gat that fattens your jacket pocket
Plugs slugs in vain
Through the body of the immaterial witness.
And that which is Ugly and feeds on The Law comes into the conference room singing federal jargon. Their necks are covered in chocolatey growths. Spat up an eyeful of steam in the lumber yard parking lot.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork.
The Bug
Lyrics Unavailable
Bond
M. Doughty w/808 State
The trouble is
a single atom
shot at random
random fire
two particles
fused and coupled
once united
multiply
the waves run
underground
electric power
copper wire
some tiny evil
bursts the surface
lays quiet like
insecticide
Slanted, the eyes
and this bonds mind to mind
the risk is mine
and this bonds mind to mind
She says a word
across the ocean
I hear the spit
I hear the sigh
the wavelength
undivided
to drain the fruit
and leave the rind
the shot runs
through her wiring
through her curve
through her spine
to feel an impulse
rising rising
a mess of reason
and kissing eyes.
BUDDHA RHUBARB BUTTER
As for my single self I had as lief not be as live to be in awe of such a thing as I myself.
As for my own concern I had as think to think as keep on thinking not so hard as for the brain to burn.
And at the salad bar a man he stares into the croutons hypnotized by powers of the Bac-O-Bits.
And I expose myself to stimuli unfit for people outside the controls of an experiment.
The Brooklynites
Lyrics Unavailable
Theme From Rachel's Sitcom
Rachel's on the phone
talking to her Mom
Just to wish her a happy Mother's Day
Rachel's on the couch
Suckin' on the bong
Just so she can call her Mom
Rachel's on the phone
talking to her Mom
"Hi, Mom, it's me, Rachel."
Lemon Lime
But I have not seen it now or ever
Women descending on escalators
Coupled with this but also the same thing
Dolled up and spat out
So many deminations
I remember what you tasted like
A gumdrop
Lemon lime
And the numbers
on the rotary dial
Rewinding
Cinnamon driver
Big sexy jerk
Down in the murk
Of your mystery
That's me, swimming
Down in the water at the corner of your eye
That's me, swimming
I'm Livin' On Baby Food
The young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun.
The young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun.
The young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun.
The young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun.
The young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun, the Long Island Lolitata, the young gun.
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Long Island Teen
Shot the wife of her alleged former lover.
Long Island Teen
Shot the wife of her alleged former lover.
Long Island Teen
Shot the wife of her alleged former lover.
Long Island Teen
Shot the wife of her alleged former lover.
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
She's a liar! Everything she says is a lie! I'm livin' on baby food! I'm livin' on baby food!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Amy!
Amy Fisher!
Blow My Only
Send me your muzzle
The one that you been biting on
Go buy some scissors
Cut your duct tape shakles off
Much better now
Much much better now
Max caps and I could blow
My only
On a payphone call to you
I'll pull the zippers down
I will yank the reigns
Long gone and lonesome
In the airport lounge
I must have more thoughts than this
A Plane Scraped Its Belly On A Sooty Yellow Moon.
Lyrics Unavailable
Unmarked Helicopters
A source at Warner Brothers has told me that Soul Coughing wrote this song specifically for and about X-Files. They are, apparently, fans of the show. If you listen closely you can hear samples of the show's theme in this song.- Opus
During an interview on 9/16/96 Doughty said, regarding this song:
[It was] written specifically as a comment made as a kinda fairy tale paradigm on the X-Files.
MURDER OF LAWYERS
(This song has changed since its original incarnation. The lyrics provided are from an earlier version - Opus)
No background material yet provided.
The Bug
WHY I DON'T WANT TO TELL YOU WHAT THE LYRICS TO "THE BUG" ARE - By M. Doughty
We wrote this song in one day, at Fort Apache studios in Boston. Our pal Bil Emmons, who worked as an engineer on the Steve Fisk-produced tracks came up from New York to help out. Yuval got a beat up, Mark got an oscillating-filter-analog-synth thing going, I started fucking around with words. They're meaningless, really; except for some flirty in-joke references I made to a girl I was dating. I actually cannot remember the bulk of the words. I wrote them on a legal pad and threw them away when I was done. You will never ever know what the actual words are, and in any case, whatever you believe them to be is doubtless three times as interesting as what it actually is. Please, world, leave me the fuck alone about this song, I was big on Batman when I was four and I just wanted to be a part of it, and goddamnit, them Batman people paid us good money and I paid my rent and got the satisfaction of going to the Wal-Mart in Pensacola and seeing that the Batman soundtrack was number six on their chart, and all my Pensacola friends got drunk to celebrate. So the words are useless? Who gives a fuck? I'm just trying to have a good time all the time, mister. Fuck off.
I'm quitting smoking right now. Please excuse me.
Bond
M. Doughty w/808 State
No background material yet provided.
BUDDHA RHUBARB BUTTER
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The Brooklynites
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Theme From Rachel's Sitcom
No background material yet provided.
Lemon Lime
No background material yet provided.
I'm Livin' On Baby Food
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Blow My Only
No background material yet provided.
A Plane Scraped Its Belly On A Sooty Yellow Moon
We dug the track Roni did, but it took numerous listens for me to really hear the pulse. It was a lot more 'out' than we expected it to be. Man, did it impress the boys around the Knitting Factory, though. I don't know, Roni's really trying to push his shit further these days--check his mix of U2's "Mofo"--after the Mercury Prize cometh the Big Bucks--it's really out, and he freaks those chiming Edge guitar bits really groovily.
All in all, I was happy that we freaked the process for the Spawn soundtrack differently than everybody else did. Rather than getting into some big bucks studio and laying some guitar chords over a techno track, ending up with the lowest common denominator, we went up to Bristol, Yuval recorded some beats in the tiny Full Cycle studio, I wrote some quick poetry and laid it onto tape, Mark sent a DAT of Soul Coughing bits and pieces. Basically, we let Roni sample us, to play us the way he plays everything else he does.
I was gladdened that we were put at the very back end of the CD; like we kind of scared 'em, they had to hide us in the kitchen of their little Yes-Techno-Can-Be-Played-On-Modern-Rock-Radio! world.