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Letras: Meat Puppets

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01. Reward
02. Love Offering
03. Blue-Green God
04. Walking Boss
05. Melons Rising
06. Saturday Morning
07. Our Friends
08. Tumblin' Tumbleweeds
09. Milo, Sorghum and Maize
10. Meat Puppets
11. Playing Dead
12. Litter Box
13. Electromud
14. The Gold Mine

REWARD

We played for you and you did not dance
We wailed and you did not listen
And John came neither eating nor drinking
And you said he is possessed by a demon
The son of man came eating and drinking
And you said he is a friend of tax collectors
But what can I say about you?
You are like children in the marketplace
Shouting to your playmates
He who recieves a prophet because he is a
Prophet will recieve the prophet's reward
He who recieves a righteous man because he is a
Righteous man will recieve a righterous man's reward


LOVE OFFERING

We love, that's why we're here
Oh yes, we hold you all so dear
And now this one's for you
A love offering, so bold so new
Oh yes, it's for sure my life's call
Entertaining for folks short and tall
You've been so kind for all these years
We'll never be able to repay you all


BLUE-GREEN GOD

Find us at night by our glowing embers
This band's curse inflids all its members
Gotta get stoned once in a while
We get stoned like it's going out of style
Just think of all the things we'd have
If we saved our money
But all our money's gone up in smoke
I cough blood, we all choke


WALKING BOSS

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MELONS RISING

Mercy monster grant your doom
Encase your brain in an airtight tomb
Forget that the tree bears good fruit to eat
Chop it down and burn it for temporary heat
I'm not putting you down, don't get me wrong
I realize the number of trips other than the one I'm on
But I demand the same and I most surely condone
That you all realize it and leave me alone
Glowing members of the radiant mush
Squeeze down hard and feel the bones crush
Mechanical children in a metal town
Open your eyes and watch the rats drown
There's never been a book of rules, and those
That say there is are fools, the rain falls
Softly on the barren trees
Across the ocean blows a little breeze
Soon my factory's gonna shut down
I'll go back to the accepting ground
But until that day this walking mire
To greater heights will aspire


SATURDAY MORNING

C'mon everybody you what I mean
Won't spell it out for you it's so plain
We're gonna play some numbers this you'd better believe
Yes we surely are and we're gonna achieve
Don't start talking about bangin' the walls
It isn't gonna happen these are well-guarded halls
Don't start talking about how thing's gonna change
You know we don't believe you, we think you're deranged
Just give us your money and tell us we're swell
We'll play some tunes for you and then go to hell


OUR FRIENDS

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TUMBLIN' TUMBLEWEEDS

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MILO, SORGHUM AND MAIZE

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MEAT PUPPETS

Meat puppets, etc., etc...


PLAYING DEAD

I'm dead, got nothing to lose
The biggest fucker around's gonna give himself
The blues trying to wake trouble for a deadman
What's that you're mistaken
The spot you wanted most has already been taken
And it's been taken by your own self
No reason for a hasty retreat
You're dead just a little bit too
Perhaps you've forgotten all the things you can't do
Like letting your belly get swollen
From lack of food
And every broken rock or bone
Or blue-green god tree or the smell of damp
Or the touch of you reminds me
Of the now we once knew


LITTER BOX

We're all in the gutter but I'm
Looking at the rats and
When I'm hungry I don't fuck around
And I'm not afraid to strew around my scraps
Here's a rat carcass for your front lawn
Your personal posessions I dont' give a darn
Maybe you can keep it to keep wam
Don't blame me for what goes out my window
I know it was out there in the first place
And besides, I did it for your own good


ELECTROMUD

It's the only dance there is
You'll be judged when you're through
This is a dance contest
This is a marathon
Do the electromud
You've got no choice
Sensitize your body
Do the elctromud
Come on don't you doubt us
We're all much too ignorant
If you've gotta go to the bathroom
Then go for christ's sake


THE GOLD MINE

Poor little negro sitting in a tree
Eating his favorite cocoa leaves
Along came some fellows
Takin' him away
Take away his culture
Put him on a plane
Poor little negro sitting in the states
He's about to try his first chocolate shake
Poor little negro
Puking in the sink
He's regained his culture
Finally found a link