The Oct8pus - Where's Neptune?
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M. Billa: Vocals, Guitars, Drums, Keys, Harmonica
A.K. McCarron: Bass, Vocals, Keys – All Songs written and produced by Billa/McCarron.
Recorded at Snug Studios, NYC. Engineered by: Chris Cadawas. Copyright The Oct8pus, 2006. All rights reserved.
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1. Beneath Cold Mountains
The Consul went down to Mexico; he liked the gardens there, they killed him in the end. Quauhnahuac on the Day of the Dead. He drank the bottle down a demon called Mescal
He looked at the volcano,the red sky right behind the two Mayan gods of love, the cold mountain of the mind
The Consul couldn't live without love (no no no), when she came home again, they knew it was too late. The demon wouldn't let him go (no no no).A glass up to his lips, he knew it was the end.
El Bosque donde su amor termino', y durmiendo nadie se quedo'. The lighthouse, where the last drink touched his lips, a dog followed him down into the abyss.
2. Central Park
Alligator in the pond refrigerator in the dump, fornicators on the rock, masturbators everywhere
Breathe it in - trees and grass, a taste of nature. It's not so bad to me.
Meet me at the park.
Does she miss me on her hill? Is she still there cute and 'lil? Is her legware made of silk, and her skin still white as milk?
Breathe it in - trees and grass, a taste of nature. It's not so bad to me.
Meet me at the park.
Rollerbladers rollin' by, little skaters gettin' high. See you later and bye bye, just a crater from the skies
Best place in town - leaves on the ground wrapped in concrete. It's not so bad to me
Meet me at the park
3. Oak Tree
In the fourteenth century there was another oak tree, there was another me. Two thousand years from now, there'll be other lovers and a holy cow
In the first millenium there were hairy wise men and girls on the run. Ten thousand years from now our lines will be forgotten, our stage and our bow
4. Penny Song
Watch her as she runs, over fields of blue and green. Watch her as she runs over fields wrapped in trees.
Oh Penelope, I'd be penniless without you
Look into her eyes. Look into her eyes so sweet. Look into her eyes, those eyes so brown and deep.
Oh Penelope, I'd be penniless without you
5. Scott Price
Scott Price just bought a brand new car. It's a five speed sporty thing. He's a financial advisor, really knows his customers. He loves watching big screen TV. When the market is up so is he. Whether a bull or a bear, the blue skies are everywhere.
Mr. Price, he likes the gamble 'cause through thick and thin he always makes his wage. Mr. Price will take your money and he'll make it grow at the market index going rate
He'll love you like you're family if you use him in the middle. He'll love your wife, he'll love your daughter, just invest a little. He wears lingerie everyday - that Price is just your broker. What's good for him is good for you. He's a cuban cigar smoker.
Scott Price will be your fiduciary. He knows what's suitable for you and me. The guys at the firm, they like to take him golfing. He loves Italian leather shoes, when you drop wine on your feet, the special leather will repel the sticky liquid.
Mr. Price, he trusts his instinct 'cause with margin use he's got nothing to lose. Mr. Price has all the options when the yield goes up, the NASDAQ spreads the news.
But he'll never use no misrepresentation, 'cause he's been in arbitration more than twice. The SEC has all his information and the NYSE is not very nice.
6. Already Dead
Driving down the highway late at night - lights ahead of me are out of sight. A big rig jackknifed and stabbed me in the back - I'm a stain on the pavement that's a fact.
Baby don't you cry for me; I know we were gonna be three. The child ain't mine - I was just messing with your mind. Baby don't you cry for me.
Baby don't you worry now, it happens every day. Best you better dry your tears, or sorrow's here to stay. Baby don't you worry now, just get it in your head. You know that I ain't coming back, 'cause I'm already dead.
Now my soul's just blowing on the breeze. I guess they say that death will come in threes. So far, that trucker and I, we both bit the dust and died. I wonder who the next one's gonna be?
7. Erode
Natural harmony - gets it for free. Natural harmony, your reality. She knows what I know, over every tree. She goes where I go under every sea.
Someone told me about reality. It's not what you are, unless your mind's at ease. Love me, hate me - it matters not to me. Natural harmony is everywhere for me.
There's something in this gray that makes me feel that green's so far away. The rain will surely wash away these mountains that never seem to change.
Mental larceny fundamentally, crawling over me, free of sympathy. Take me somewhere, don't delay the green. Lonely highways will help to set the scene.
9. Barrytown
If you're going to Barrytown, I would like to come along. I always wanted to go there. I always wanted to go back home.
I have fallen, I have drifted through the sky to the water. I have waited, I have floated by and by down that river. So I walk through the streets of Babylon town; I cross that river that I once came down. When I came out here from Barrytown I had to keep my head up so I wouldn't drown.
I remember the railroad tracks. I remember the book I burned. I always wanted to apologize. If I could I would take it back.
I have fallen; I have drifted through the sky to the water. I have ambled; I have wavered high and dry on that river. So I walk through the streets of
Barrytown is a town we know. Barrytown is a place we'll find. In the meantime, I'll be there. Past is past, salute that field.
11. Earl Groper
He is always first in line; always gets the bus on time; doesn't seem to mind the waiting. He wakes up at 4:30, he gets dressed and has some tea, pulls in about 30 G's barely. He smiles – snarly, blood shot, square eyes. He nods his head - shows that he tries.
Ten to twelve a day - The end’s a long way away. What’s he putting in? He’s putting in - putting in
Every day irons his clothes, likes to shine from head to toes- eight PM is time for laundry. Reads the paper on the bus - now and then looks at his watch; he makes sure his shoes are shiny. Gets there early, first one to the cubies. Sweat in his armpits shows his man boobies.
Ten to twelve a day - The end’s a long way away. What’s he putting in? He’s putting in - putting in
He tells the boss about the sky; the boss says “Great,” and then he sighs and Earl finally finds his pockets. He highlights words in yellow pen and when he’s done he starts again; he is faster than a rocket. Looks up, sees them - people like an ocean. He smiles and thinks “Earl is getting a promotion.”
12. Spider Plant
Watching the grass grow is not such an awful thing if you don’t care about cars and cribs and wearing diamond rings. You can climb the highest mountain, you can sit and watch the snow as it pirouettes and spirals and it finds someplace to go.
Everybody runs, everybody waits. They all seem to have their fun. They all think it's great.
Have you heard of feeling something that you cannot even touch? It's much more seductive that your walls and such. 'Cause looking up won't hurt you. Even if it's for days. If you wanna make things worth your while there are many different ways.
Everybody runs, everybody waits. They all seem to have their fun. They all think it's great.
This thing that makes us do things. This thing that makes us think. This thing that makes us slur our words and put our thoughts in synch. Sometimes lilac flowers drown something underneath. A house over a meadow of something lush and green.
Everybody runs, everybody waits. They all seem to have their fun. They all think it's great.
Copyright The Oct8pus, 2006