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Since there is no lyric sheet in Gold Record LP the lyrics here are only approximate. Vincent Rezula contributed some of the more difficult lyrics, as did Gordon Pellegrinetti and Juliet Kerico (thanks). Some were so difficult that none of us have, to this day, any idea what is being sung. If you can fill in any of the "??"s or you think a verse is completely wrong I'd like to hear from you. You can email me at ndade at nsd.dyndns.org.

Gold Record LP Mother

  1. Aint No Limit
  2. Son of a Gun
  3. Bring on the Soul Kisses
  4. Sweet N Loaded
  5. Walk of Shame
  6. LeMon Lime
  7. God Bless the Child
  8. Southern Bells
  9. Gypsy Mtn. Sue
  10. Kiss of Mint



Aint No Limit

There's one in my past.
She had the longest line of cocaine that I'd ever seen.
Died graceful,
died graceful.

I ain't couthed but I got caché,
gonna fill the dance halls one day,
unwound and Grammy bound,
'til my Oreo sugar rush comes down.

I was killing minutes killing hours.
She had the longest time to make amends,
what a creature.

I ain't couthed but I got caché,
gonna fill the dance halls one day,
unwound and Grammy bound,
'til my Oreo sugar rush comes down

There's a black choker,
with a heart hanging down.
She had the longest line of suitors that I'd ever seen,
what a creature.

I ain't couthed but I got caché,
gonna fill the dance halls one day,
unwound and Grammy bound,
and I got credit cards galore,
ain't no limit
to the good things I can bring,
to afford.
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Son of a Gun

Son of a gun hey we're not sons of bitches,
my twisting with the wishes,
for things I've never tested,
but the hand that bring the pistol,
the hand that bring the pistol,
full of luscious impositions,
it brings me shudders by the fistful.

Well come along my sweet, yeah,
come along my sweet number, tongued tied, grinning wide,
scared to but I want to,
my trembling fingers
ask you "do you want to?"
Sure I do,
'cause I know you're gonna get to.

I left you that letter with all my bitter(ness) Jasmine,
I guess that I should have never ever left it.
When you read it you gave me
delicious fucking,
such a ringing to the words.
How can you be so gauche man?
God damn 'cause I can,
here we go now.

Mmmm yeah,
Mmmm yeah,
My sweet.
Mmmm yeah,
Mmmm yeah,
Will you still feel the pain?

Mmmm yeah,
Ooooo yeah,
Come be my son, yeah.
Mmmm oh yeah,
Ooooo yeah,
There go my son, yeah.
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Bring on the Soul Kisses

Don't carry the weight now, Slim-Fast.
Don't bear the hate now, baby.
Don't dwell on half baked, ??.
Don't worry Sleazy Louisy.
Weight left your feelings hung wide,
weight left you feeling hung wide.
The 51st state of mind is confidence!
The prophets say
don't back down from anything,
don't back down from anything.
Bring on the soul kisses, yeah.
And I'll be flying high, wide and handsome, yeah.

Don't bear the hate now, baby.
Don't think of the hate as enemy.
There's a bit of a song that's gonna burn this whole place down!
Don't worry Sleazy Louisy.
Put away nervous queezy.
There's a bit of a song that's gonna make a masterpiece of mind take shape!
The prophets say
my superstar supernova king rhyme scheme
is gonna bring on the soul kisses, yeah.
I'll be flying high, wide and handsome, yeah.

I'm staying quiet, pin drop.
I'm staying quiet, pin drop.
I'm staying quiet, pin drop.
I'm staying quiet, pin drop!
Prick prick, prick like a finger.
Blood spot, pink spot. What?--Mmmm, sweet spot.

The prophets say
don't back down from anything,
don't back down from anything.
So bring on the soul kisses, yeah.
I'll be flying high, wide and handsome, yeah.

All the lovers in the house,
all the rich men in the house,
all the pushers in the house,
every tongue wagging, tongue wagging, tongue wagging, tongue wagging, tongue
every, every, every one's coming off center,
so heavy conversation.
I'm waiting until such time as I have
occasion
to address the nation.
Every satellite,
every TV satellite,
will be hanging on my every last word.
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Sweet N Loaded

Chugging one,
chug it on down
keep it on down.
Mmmm yeah. Mmmm yeah.
My swiggin' sweetness
don't let my cheapness fool you,
you little jewel, you.
I sit by and watch the river flow,
watch the traffic go,
the lies I told.

Oh my chug-a-lucky one, couldn't look sweeter.
Oh hell yeah!

My chugging one.
Mmmm yeah. Mmmm yeah.
Suwanee river, (this line is Been down so long on the Mud Puddle Playoffs version)
pain in my liver. (this line is I can see the way you've gone on the Mud Puddle Playoffs version)
Loving one, never better,
never wetter.
Honey, where's my sweater?
Loving one, don't get me wrong.

Loving one.
Mmmm yeah. Mmmm.
The ??
has a wasp nest.
Loving one, don't get me wrong.
Yeah.

Loving one, where's my conscience at?
Where's your purple hat?
You came on so sweet and loaded.
Oh my god girl you sure did,
all right.
Loving one, you came home
sweet and loaded.
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Walk of Shame

(Doing the Walk of Shame means walking home at daybreak after having spent the night in someone else's bed.)

We have seen the light and he is we,
oh my soul don't think the dinners don't get fancy.
Oh my soul don't dim in the bad moonlight
that shine so bright upon the velveteen sea
in me.
She was right there and riding on me yeah,
she was right there and riding on me yeah.
An eye-full.
Victory, yeah.
Say what you will.

Hey! Swimming shoulders.

We have seen the light and he is we,
oh my soul don't think the dinners don't get fancy.
Oh my soul don't dim in the bad moonlight
that shine so bright upon the velveteen sea -- me.
She was right there and riding on me yeah,
she was right there and riding on me yeah,
say what you will
sometimes whiter,
and brighter.

Hey! Swimming shoulders.
Bed, sinners, and lovers,
only the covers are white.

Far away in heaven wicked wishes taunt me.
I long for piece and quiet,
I long for satisfying you,
on and on, yoo hoo.
On and on, yoo hoo,
my bad seed delivered from me.

I'll wait, and sleep don't come
and I have to run
and tell someone.
I tied a note to a rock
and yonder window breaks,
and I have to thank my maker
who gave me
my throwing arm,
my writing hand.
All is right again,
all is right again.
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LeMon Lime

Marguerita,
been dying to meet you,
but you move among the chorus
and I lose you in a crowd.

Marguerita,
take me back to Goya, oh ya.
Glad to know you when you're such a painted lady.

Marguerita,
I bring Cointreau,
I bring contraversadiction,
I bring hard feelings.
Through the thin door
hear the sad thing,
mattress brings sex soundtracks to my sorrow
but I still want you and you're my LeMon Lime.

Someone's getting lucky,
someone's getting lucky,
we call her LeMon Lime.

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God Bless the Child

Street vibes against you, man,
you couldn't run,
you're going to carry yourself back home like such a hard luck story.
It's such a crying shame
it's such a crying shame
it's such a crying shame.
Ten thousand crying shames later let's all join hands and sing ten thousand golden themes.

?? is looking stained,
fine looking all the same,
yeah, is anybody looking.
It's such a crying shame,
it's such a crying shame,
it's such a crying shame.
Ten thousand crying shames later lets all join hands and sing ten thousand golden themes
for ten thousand grief stricken latch key babies.

God bless the child who has his own set of raw deal circumstances.
God bless the child who has his own set of nervous second guesses.

?? looking stained,
fine looking all the same,
yeah, is anybody looking?
It's such a crying shame,
it's such a crying shame,
it's such a crying shame.
Ten thousand crying shames later let's all join hands and sing ten thousand golden themes
for ten thousand grief stricken latch key babies.

God bless the child who has his own set of raw deal circumstances.
God bless the child who has his own little cross to bear,
white cross bought over the counter from has-been 30 somethings.

God bless the child who has his own set of sacred sweet nothings:
yellow moons, blue diamonds, green clovers,
one-hit pipe dreams.
One more hit, one more hit,
we drop out silent.
Silence is golden.
Who's holding?
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Southern Bells

Walked on cold ?? with her,
we shot hard looks mister,
I snuck out back with her,
couldn't resist her, kissed her.
Never wished ill on the mother fucker,
when he found her, sucker,
turned his back to the moonlight,
wound his back up in my gunsight.
Greasy haired never there Henry James
Southern bells gonna ring out when they call my name.
Wear my pains just like a veil of shame.

Clenched my wits in the one hand,
clenched two bits in the other hand,
cops stopped me at the wish(ing) well,
two bits fell--I wish you well.
Greasy haired never there Henry James.
Southern bells gonna ring out when they call my name.
Black Betty bam-ba-lam-can I ma'm?
Go to hell, don't hang me.

(spoken)
I know all of you are rooting for me as I look upon you through the speakers of your stereos, in your mansions on the hilltop, and your mobile homes lined in rows. I ask of you one and all when you hear the southern bells, wish me well y'all, wish me well.

Kiss my ??.
Save me from his halo,
freed you from your dope man.
Walked right up and kiss you,
no mean to diss you.
Mason Dixon momma,
Alabama donna,
Southern belle, yeah hell yeah
wish you well, yeah wish you well.
Greasy haired never there Henry James
Southern bells gonna ring out when they call my name.

Hot child in the city
wandering wild and looking pretty,
beggin' Jesus for his pity.
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Gypsy Mtn. Sue

Summer's unwind is unkind,
walking on down the forty deuce,
begging hard gonna have to call a truce.
it aint no use.
Gonna hate a lot of things you find in this world,
gonna meet a lot of people gonna make you think a little bit harder where your mace can's at,
where your mace can's at.
Where your mace can at? Where your mace can at? Where your mace can at?

Mmmm, gypsy
don't ever let them get you tipsy,
walking on hand in hand that time with otherwise gentle gents, yeah.
Gonna hate a lot of things you find coming down the road.

Summer's juicy,
walking on down the forty deuce,
begging on hard lines, call a truce,
ooh, ain't no use.
Gonna hate a lot of things you find,
gonna hate a lot of things you find in this world.
Come down the road,
come down the road,
on down the road,
on down the road yeah.

I can see clearly now
the pain is gone.
It's gonna be a bright, bright, bright sunshiny day.
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Kiss of Mint

Somebody told you
Somebody told you
Somebody told you to get straight and fly right.
Somebody made you
Somebody made you
Somebody made you less than a woman.

Don't need to see him or read by a nervous attraction.
Don't fool yourself into thinking that words equal action.

You're packing hell in
You're packing hell in
You're packing hell in, hell a handbag.
You're getting busy
You're getting busy
You're getting busy down at the sandtrap.

Everyone's racing down a superhighway,
everyone's slimming down and boxing flyweight.
The kiss of mint becomes a way of life,
and fear is here to stay.

You're packing hell in
You're packing hell in
You're packing hell in, hell a handbag.
You're thinking caution
You're thinking caution
You're thinking caution well in advance.
We're getting busy
You're getting busy
You're getting busy down at the sandtrap.
You're thinking caution
You're thinking caution
You're thinking caution well in advance.

Everyone's racing down a superhighway.
I'm just looking for the soup-du-jour,
the sushi, yeah, sushi, yeah.
Don't want any good songs in our head,
and we ain't afraid to sing them.
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Gold Record LP Mother
  1. Aint No Limit
  2. Son of a Gun
  3. Bring on the Soul Kisses
  4. Sweet N Loaded
  5. Walk of Shame
  6. LeMon Lime
  7. God Bless the Child
  8. Southern Bells
  9. Gypsy Mtn. Sue
  10. Kiss of Mint



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