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Noisemaker

by The Queues

Busted headlamps, rust, and a 6pack of Dr. Pepper, all being shot out of a toy gun...at a band...who sound like The Monkees meet Joy Division.
  • 02:26 Lyrics
    Opposite-Milk Day

    Every Saturday morning there’s a reason to feel fine. 
    Happily the Royal Assistants rush to read the new headline. 
    It seems there’s never a moment that’s allowed to be unwound, 
    It’s much easier to follow suit when there’s no one else around. 
    Wait now what’s that sound? 

    Hey-hey, it’s Opposite-Milk Day! 
    Hey-hey, it’s Opposite-Milk Day! 

    Standing guards above ground, observing all the in between, 
    Never understand what it means when liars laugh until they’re green. 
    Ostrich eggs and a noisemaker can cure a restless mind, 
    Entertaining visitors long enough to pause and press rewind. 
    It’s all so unkind! 

    Hey-hey, it’s Opposite-Milk Day! 
    Hey-hey, it’s Opposite-Milk Day! 

    They will call up a marching band and tell them where to go. 
    Plastered on their faces are postage stamps that stomp through sand and snow. 
    Sirens signaling castaways to comb a distant isle, 
    Overstocking shelves with their potions redesigned to make men smile. 
    And all the meanwhile… 

    Hey-hey, it’s Opposite-Milk Day! 
    Hey-hey, it’s Opposite-Milk Day!

  • 03:19 Lyrics
    Money Machine

    Oooh baby, if I had ten dollars I’d give ‘em to you in a flash! 
    Aww baby, it’s not like I need ‘em I’d rather you had ‘em instead. 
    Yeah baby, just sitting here, 
    Watching cartoons with the back of my head. 
    Oooh baby, if I had five dollars I’d give ‘em to you in a flash! 
    A flash 
    Flaaaaaash 

    Oooh baby, if I had four quarters I’d give ‘em to you in a flash! 
    Aww baby, it’s not that important, but you don’t seem to understand. 
    Yeah baby, when caught without socks on, 
    I’m just not a confident man. 
    Oooh baby, if I had a dollar I’d give it to you in a flash! 
    A flash 
    Flaaaaaash 

    And baby, we can’t…sink! 
    Cause baby, we can…think! 
    And baby, you can…drink! 
    Therefore, baby, I can…blink! 

    Oooh baby, if I had a quarter I’d give it to you in a flash! 
    Aww baby, it’s not like I’m tired, it’s just I don’t know what to say. 
    Yeah baby, you make too much sense when you say, 
    “I could make eggs all day!” 
    Oooh baby, if I had sand dollars I’d give ‘em to you in a flash! 
    A flash 
    Flaaaaaash 

    And-uh-baby, we can’t think! 
    Cause-uh-baby, we can sink! 
    And-uh-baby, you can’t drink! 
    Therefore, baby, I cannot blink!

  • 03:52 Lyrics
    Whether Baby

    “Take a sip, because…" 
    It’s harder to sink a stone! 
    "Bring three ships, because…" 
    I hear that’s how it’s going down! 
    She licked my lips, 
    She says I "don’t want to be alone…" 

    But… 
    “She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand” 
    Aww… 
    She is a Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn 

    “Listen closely, or else I don’t think you’ll understand" 
    No! 
    "Change your clothes, dear” 
    I said, "Is that how you measure a man’s soul?" 
    She pinched my nose, 
    She says I "don’t wanna be a ghost…" 

    But… 
    “She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand” 
    Ahh… 
    She is a Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn 

    Ate that shit, because I wanted to be alone 
    Changed my clothes, and now I feel like a goddamn ghost 
    She holds me close, 
    She says I "don’t wannabe unknown…" 

    And it’s hard, 
    I know 
    To be an 
    Unknown 
    But you think that it’s 
    To go 
    But it's hard, hard, hard, 
    We know 

    “She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand” 
    Ah! 
    She is our Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn 

    “She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand” 
    Nah! 
    She‘s our own whether baby, she don’t give a damn

  • 02:48 Lyrics
    Battery Operated

    Here comes the most famous newspaper stand, 
    Keeping a date with a well known medicine man. 
    They’ll deny their daily ration, 
    They’ll deny their secret passion, but it’s true… 

    She’s so celebrated, Battery Operated 
    He’s so celebrated, Battery Operated 
    Disease so hated it’s Battery Operated 

    At the fire skins and furs gather around, 
    Taking in shots as the man fits into his gown. 
    They’ll deny it’s more than fashion, 
    They’ll deny that they look ashen, but they do… 

    She’s so celebrated, Battery Operated 
    He’s so celebrated, Battery Operated 
    Disease so hated it’s Battery Operated 

    They’ll never say, Never state that they’re 
    Less than okay, but 
    They’ll always claim, Make it plain that 
    If you’re dead we can go out and play 
    If you’re dead then we can play 

    She’s so celebrated, Battery Operated 
    He’s so celebrated, Battery Operated 
    Disease so hated it’s Battery Operated

  • 02:48 Lyrics
    How Heaven-Sent

    Oh, how my heart jumps, to 
    See the blood pumping 
    Past the ocean grease, to 
    Highlight foreign trees. 

    And I know, and Mars knows, 
    And Venus knows, Uranus knows, 
    The Sun grows 

    Pulsing back and forth, All 
    Lights are headed North. Here, 
    Washed up on the shore, Lie 
    Merry men-of-war. 

    And I know, and Mars knows, 
    And Venus knows, Uranus knows, 
    The Sun grows 

    And the Sun knows that, though 
    All good missiles scream their names, but 
    It’s done nothing for their aim 

    Ain’t it just a dream? My 
    What a brilliant scheme! This 
    Fits so perfectly. How 
    Heaven-Sent! How heavenly! 

    And I know, and Mars knows, 
    And Venus knows, Uranus knows, 
    The Sun grows 

    Oh, how heavenly, how 
    Heavenly, how heavenly, how 
    "Heaven Scent", how heavenly, how 
    Heavenly, how heavenly

  • 05:04 Lyrics
    I Killed My Tongue (This Morning)

    Why can’t you… 
    Be what you’re supposed to be? 
    Be what you’re supposed to be. 
    Be what you’re supposed to be! 

    Three generals said, 
    “This here will make you look younger!” 
    
Six journals read, 
    “They always say the right things!” 
    And I’m impressed 
    By how well it’s going over, 
    With ancient text, 
    And a spool of kite string. 

    But I can’t get no relief, 
    Cause I don’t, I don’t believe 
    That I, 

    Killed my tongue this morning, 
    I killed my tongue. 
    I killed my tongue this morning, 
    I killed my tongue! 

    Why can’t you… 
    Be what you’re supposed to be? 
    Be what you’re supposed to be. 
    Be what you’re supposed to be! 

    Our mothers cry, 
    “Who wants a video smoothie?”
 
    All others sigh, 
    “Is it made of salad gold?” 
    And I’m in desperate need of real fine grooming. 
    Please be my guest, and prepare to get old! 

    But I won’t get such relief 
    Cause you don’t, you don’t believe 
    That I, 

    Killed my tongue this morning, 
    I killed my tongue! 
    I killed my tongue this morning, 
    I killed my tongue 

    Tooongue 
    Ooouung 
    Uuung-guh! 

    "You make no sense, 
    You're like a permanent computer!" 
    In my defense, I present the digits that I have raised. 
    "Then count us in, 
    If only for the sake of humour!" 
    But, where to begin? 
    The green has gone, while we have "grayzed" 

    But it serves as no relief, 
    Cause you still just won’t believe 
    That I, 

    Killed my tongue this morning, 
    I killed my tongue! 
    I killed my tongue this morning, 
    I killed my tongue!

NOTES
Jarl Sonkin- guitar, harmonica, vocals
Robert Wintour- guitar, vocals
Ronnie Brannan- bass, vocals
Vito Pelikan- drums

Produced and Engineered by Jameson and Johne Beaver at Urthwurk Labs.