Songs in the Key of Beotch

by That 1 Guy

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    Originally released in 2001, then rereleased in 2004 by Righteous Babe Records.

    “Songs In The Key Of Beotch” is considered by most to be That 1 Guy's defining release. Within a year of completing the magic pipe, That 1 Guy makes the big decision to quit all bands and skip town in order to redirect all attention towards the magic pipe and a new cd. Renting a small studio in El Segundo California, a block away from the LAX airport runway, That 1 Guy goes at this one totally alone. Tracking it all mostly live to ADAT, and then mixing and mastering it all by himself. This proves to be a big project, soul searching and learning, taking small breaks only to watch airplanes take off and get coffee. That 1 Guy spends the better part of a year working on this one. Well worth it, don’t you agree? ... more

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released September 7, 2004

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Track Name: One
Of all the dirt that we dug
I think my favorite was the mud
Of all the wine that we drank
I think my favorite was the blood
Of all the bombs that we lit
I think my favorite was the dud
Of all the things that we chew
I think my favorite was the cud

Of the cow
Like that time
When we lied
To and fro
Hope to throw
Tables turn
Books that burn
Hurt to shine
Tilt the wheel
Hold the hand
Cop a feel
Close the deal
Like that time
Turpentine
When we lied
To and fro.....

Of all the banks that we robbed
I think my favorite one was mine
Of all the bushes that burn
The ones I like talk wise and kind
Of all the toys that we smashed
I think I like the ones that wind
Of all the beotches we pimp slapped
I like the ones that did not mind

Overmatteryourheadonaplatterputthebreadinth
ebatteryacidtoneicecreamConeyislandonasunn
ysidedowntothewateryou'llsellmeyourdaughter
i'llplotanewcourseonahorsewithnonamedroppin'
pillpoppin'sonofabeotchthebugbugbitesmakem
eieotch.....

Of all the trees that we hugged
I think I like the ones that died
Of all the butts that we grabbed
I remember only the wide ones
Of all the whales that we beached
You chose to blame it on the tide
Of all the forks that we stole
Just to jab each others' sides

Of the shape
Of the smoke
Of the bang
Of the pipe
Twist and turn
Records burn
Melting wax
Melting hype
Hurt to change
Heat exchange
Burning down
Turning ripe
Of the shape
Of the smoke
Of the bang
Of the pipe.....
Track Name: Weasel Potpie
Weasel potpie
Dig a little ditch and hold the phones
Weasel potpie
Fill it all in with butterfly bones
Weasel potpie
Scribble on days and dribble on drones
Weasel potpie
Then pick your teeth with butterfly bones

Weasel potpie
Pick a little pitch then sing alone
Weasel potpie
Then poke 'em in the stitches till they grimace and moan
Weasel potpie
Bigger than bricks and sticks and stones
Weasel potpie
Then pick your teeth with butterfly bones

O' my my
Once again with your finger in the
Weasel potpie
O' why? why?
Did you go and stick your finger in the

Weasel potpie
Keep it in a box with socks and loans
Weasel potpie
With riches and itches and cinnamon scones
Weasel potpie
Bigger than bricks and sticks and stones
Weasel potpie
Then poke 'em in the eye with butterfly bones

O' my my
Once again with your finger in the
Weasel potpie
O' why? why?
Did you go and stick your finger in the
Weasel potpie...
Track Name: Halfassed
I like to hide in the summer time
Don't like to site cause it makes me tired
Sit beside the high
Summer sigh
Do you wonder where you wander
When the sun shine's dry

Down by the day down by the ditch
The sun shine's dry when blisters itch
No water for the seed
tumble weed
So damn pretty what a pity
when sun shines on me
Sit beside the summer sigh
do you wonder where you wander
when the sun shines dry

Ripped rags we've had
The sheepish grin
The sea of grass
The shepherd's face
The horse's ass
Rip tides we find
In the salty sea
The sea of brine
If you show me yours
I'll show you mine

Say it ain't so
You know it won't last
You play it double time slow
I like it halfassed.....

I like to hide in the winter time
Don't like to jump cause it makes me tired
No lightning in the sky thunder thigh
Wobble weeble
Meat placebo
Happy drive on by

Down by the deep down by the dump
Out of the dirt out through the stump
So dirty are the deeds weakened knees
Try and be a man but I can't stand what I can't see
No lightning in the sky thunder thigh
Wobble weeble
Meat placebo
Happy drive on by

Wet weeds we need
The stupid style the crooked fact
The silly smile the assphalt crack
Rip tides we find
in the salty sea the sea of brine
If you show me yours I'll show you mine

Say it ain't so
You know it won't last
You play it double time slow
I like it halfassed.....
Track Name: Mudpies
Sittin' on a mudpie
just for fun
Shootin' at the birdies
with my squirt gun
Soak 'em to the bone
Now they gots to run
Double plus wet
they holler

High school dance
Wet your pants
Line up for the slaughter
By some time
Rain or shine
They'll fix his brain with solder

Trouble in the brain
is the trouble I'm told
Rakin' in the rainbow
did you hide the gold
Cookin' in the kitchen
can you taste the mold
Heat it till it's hotter

Sack of woe
Albino crow
Funny running water
Hi or low friend or foe
We is on the teeter totter

Count up the dog bites
1,2,3
Run like a bumpkin
howdy hee
Sing like a siren
la da dee
That's 1, 2, 3

Achin' in the belly
from the jelly I ate
Fakin; out the fellies
at the deli I hate
Naked on the tele
sellin' tackle and bait
Buy it for a dollar

No one's in the bushes
if the bushes are cold
No one's in the closet
if the clothes has got mold
No one keeps the kitty in a sleeper hold
The fleas all love its collar

Third eye sneeze
Killer bees
Deadly from the thunder
Me o' my
Humble and high
It's time to tunnel under

Count up the dog bites
1, 2, 3
Run like a bumpkin
howdy hee
Sing like a siren
la da dee
That's 1, 2, 3
Track Name: Birds
Birds
Some people get their eyes poked out by birds
Birds
They look sweet but don't be fooled
Birds
Beady eyes and a sharpened beak
Birds
Razor claws on crooked feet

I saw some gang up on a
Monkey at the zoo
I felt bad but there was
Nothing I could do
I'm just glad it was not you or me
IN that monkey's shoes
But I know they're out there
Watching and Waiting

Birds
I look into the sky and I see
Birds
I wish I could fly just like the
Birds
Hitchcock made me wonder why
Birds
Some people get their eyes poked out by birds
Some people get their eyes poked out by birds
Some people get their eyes poked out by birds
Some people get their eyes poked out by birds
Some people get their eyes poked out by birds
Some people get their eyes poked out by birds
Track Name: Sparkle in the Sun
When I go get some new breath
Nose is rising with the tide
Sun will set down hour's bloom
Gonna get my toes ground real soon
Can you see my neck?
Gonna get another mother
So what the heck
When the rubber tub drains
Then hog complains
The style's rumbling in the wreck

Gonna go and rub my elbows
'Till they sparkle in the sun
Gonna grease em mean
Gonna make the scene
Gonna get another brother everywhere I lean
Can you see my neck?
Like a chicken in the grass
Gonna pass not peck
Like it matters on deck
And you wish me well
In the under I dwell
Is it heave or heck
Well...
Track Name: Axlrod
Jumpin' jack axlrod
Ran wiht hisb oots on
Hourglass in the sun
'Cause the sand weighs a ton
Twenty minutes second lead
'Round the world in a bus with Kenny
Says Shasta is the place to be
That's only cause you can't see it

His sign says fewer babies please
He asked me if I brought my own strainer
He says he like the smell of Chinese tea
And then he starts complainin'

Twenty minutes second lead
'Round the world in a bus with Kenny
Says Nashville is the place to be
But he didn't get to see it

Jumpin' jack axlrod
He ran with his boots on
The hourglass in the sun
'Cause the sand weighs a ton
Track Name: Ball o' Bonafide Fax
Hat on my head
Was it something that I said
Gonna write some words
Kill two birds
With one stone
Kill 'em dead
In the hand
In the bush
In the brain
In the sand
Gonna kill two birds
In one bush
Kill 'em both
With one stone

Yea
It's a bonafide fact
Rats only charge you when they're cornered
Sold out fast
Without a broomstick or a map
Rats
And all the hoggys go
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Thoughts in my brain
Monkey scream in the rain
Birdie fly o' so high
In the sky
Birdie fly

Monkeys see
Monkey do
Monkey shit
On my shoe
Birdie eat
Birdie sing
Birdie hide in the bush

Yea
It's a bonafide fact
Rats only charge you when they're cornered
Sold out fast
Without a broomstick or a map
Rats
And all the hoggys go
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Track Name: It's Raining Meat
It's raining meat
And I can't see my own two feet
Two tone tan
Falling heat
Stay long around
Butt scrapes the ground
Look to the moon
It's raining meat
Raining meat
Hard as hell
And the news man
Thinks it's neat
But it stinks
No stars up high
IN the midnight sky
Just falling flesh
Meaty sheets
'Cause the rats fart
Stinks like wheat
Loaf of dread
Stinky heat
It keeps the devil in his seat
It's raining meat...

It's raining meat
And I can't see my own two feet
Two tone tan
Falling heat
Grin ear to ear
Cry a meaty tear
A tender moment
Meaty year
Listening to the meaty sounds
Fleshy dance floor
Getting down
Sitting deep
In the bloody beat
Carne chair
Meaty seat
'Cause the rats fart
Stinks like wheat
Loaf of dread
Stinky heat
It keeps the devil in his seat
It's raining meat...
It's raining meat...
Track Name: Steamin' Hunks
Steamin' hunks
Of hot love chunks
Smelly packs
Of smelly skunks
Hangin' out
With-tattooed punks
Skunks and punks
And hot love chunks

Underneath
A sky of blue
My dog has fleas
And you do too
Strolling down
The avenue
One ain't enough
Give me two

Bloody heaps
Of slaughtered sheeps
They used to bahh
Now not a peep
Flesh and wool
Some three feet deep
Some shepherds dream this
When they sleep...