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Meat Puppets
Meat Puppets


Background information
Origin Phoenix, Arizona, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Cowpunk
Hardcore Punk
Psychedelic Rock
Years active 1980—present
Label(s) Atlantic Records
Rykodisc
London Records
Megaforce
SST Records
Anodyne Records
Associated acts Eyes Adrift
Nirvana
Curt Kirkwood
Website Website
Members
Curt Kirkwood
Cris Kirkwood
Shandon Sahm
Former members
Derrick Bostrom
Kyle Ellison
Andrew Duplantis
Troy Meiss
Ted Marcus



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Meat Puppets Album


Forbidden Places (07/01/1991)
07/01/1991
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Six Gallon Pie (instrumental)
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Maybe they had a ridiculous statement
To make about something they hadn't experienced
Possibly sam had a different opinion
That nobody'd ever considered important
And damn it if norman and betty were listening
Somebody would have become a phenomenal
Howling lightning tampering with the
Electrical evidence shown to be relevant
Possibly with the exception of ivory
Everyone else had abandoned the obvious
Chipping away at erroneous garbage
Which definitely is as exciting as pudding
Deliciously spooned from the lap of the ludicrous
Into the mouths of the questionless idiots
Licking their lips as their eyeballs are rolling
And flapping their tongues as they're losing their marbles
That's the way sam played around that's the way sam's played
Someone who wasn't related to anyone
Twisted the facts till the truth was apparent
And dished up a dollop of dubious doo-doo
That sparkled like something folks scrambled to swallow
Slipping the rich through the eye of a needle
Is easy as getting a camel to heaven
And granny transgressing had blubbered a bibful
Of classified info on milton's imbroglio

. . .


In or around this cold and broken sight
In the heat of events got one thing right
I walked through an invisible fire
I got burned i remember and i still got the scar
Like the loosened connection on your personal circuit
Don't need a hammer just to nail it down
You know the thing with the sideways glance
In the heat of events there's a little chance
Little face with a painted grin
Comes the realization you must backwards walk in
If it tries to escape you through an open window
Don't need a hammer just to nail it down
Step aside to miss the opening verse
Catch the full-on blast of what's a little worse
Within a pond down inside somewhere
There's a rustle of quiet and the salt of air

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On this day we were miles away
We saw a clock up in the sky
The hands lay on the show to pay
Number fallen on its side
This day
Just one note that was all she wrote
And the sound blew down the walls
The one boat that was set to float
Took a trip right down the falls
In two ways we could cut the haze
And we never used a knife
In those days there was zero waste
Now the waste of time is life

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Ice on the wings and we were flying
Sand in our eyes but we were seeing
Below us a crowd that wasn't buying
Watching us pass and not believing
No one else has seen the sights that crossed our eyes
Everything beyond these purple skies
No longer gone, we're back again
No longer gone, we were dead but now returned
No longer gone, though the tides are standing still
No longer gone, and our bridges are still burning
Marks on the floor where we were laying
Better explain what I'm saying
Put us to rest but we're not staying
Life is the price that we'll be paying
No one else has seen the sights that crossed our eyes
Everything beyond these purple skies
No longer gone, we're back again
No longer gone, we were dead but now returned
No longer gone, though the tides are standing still
No longer gone, and our bridges are still burning
Ice on the wings and we were flying
Sand in our eyes but we were seeing
Below us a crowd that wasn't buying
Watching us pass and not believing
No one else has seen the sights that crossed our eyes
Everything beyond these purple skies
No longer gone, we're back again
No longer gone, we were dead but now returned
No longer gone, though the tides are standing still
No longer gone
No longer gone, we're back again
No longer gone, we were dead but now returned
No longer gone, though the tides are standing still
No longer gone, and our bridges are still burning


. . .


All these nights have made me crazy
I can't seem to come around
Days of hiding in the sunshine
Feeling nighttime's falling down
Oh, i see another moon over me
All these lies have got me thinking
Maybe this is just a thought
Soon my ship of thought is sinking
Slipping through the thinking knot
Pulling back the veil are monkeys
Hidden there are monkeys more
Someone spills a jar of honey
Sticky monkeys crawl the floor

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Maybe you won't have to hit me again
Maybe you won't try to slap me for lying
I did what you heard and i can admit
That i'd do it again in a second tomorrow
Little or nothing makes much of a difference
So i took the chance not to bother with trifles
You mind your business and i'll pick the slack up
And you'll never notice how much i have borrowed
And we say, "that's how it goes,"
And we stay, watching the mess that we've made as it grows
I took a long drink of some kind of water
That ate up my thoughts and dried up my conscience
I'd be the first to admit what my faults are
But change is a problem and i'll be resistant
Little or nowhere is closer than ever
And i got the feeling we're stuck till tomorrow
Carry on fishing and i'll keep my hat on
And together we'll see just how much we can borrow

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the night is restless
but no dream's in sight
and the sounds have no beginnings or ends
and that glow is not a light
the walls turn into waterfalls
with water made of thoughts that call,
"it's not O.K. to tip the glass
don't smile too long or shed a tear
you're not the only one that's you
things have changed, now we are here."
we are not the king and queen
what we are lies in between
the blankets that you've never seen
but over you are spread
"we are here," the voices sing
"we are here," the echo thunders
"here we are," the doorbell rings
"we are here and here in numbers"
the others came in from the hall
and thoughts with voices start to call,
"it's not O.K. to tip the glass
or smile too long or shed a tear
you're not alone the way you thought
things have changed, now we are here"


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I'm dead, got nothing to lose
the biggest fucker around's gonna give himself
the blues trying to make trouble for a dead man
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 you we once knew


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how much do i owe you?
i'll pay but i don't want to
days of where i came from
in a restaurant in mexico
they told me not to drink the water
and not to touch the food
"all we got is pepsi cola
and we know that it won't hold you
but remember what we told you
no one else knows what's in store
remember that we told you"


. . .



Praise the sight
Someone dropped a ball on me
Damn the wind
Giving life to sails
Human sin
Couldn't stir a fire in me
Damn the night
As the powders fail
And one beam of light is failing
From a single crazy eye
Someone burns a name on me
Damn the night
Painted on my eyes
Back to life
Passing through the wall to me
Feel the fire
Violet, black and white
Late tonight
Someone pinned a tail on me
Later on
Someone robbed me blind
Took my life
Took my box of chicken teeth
Take the blame
Trusted enemy


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Six Gallon Pie

[No lyrics]

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