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by Trippo Marx

a collection of experimental rock specimens both live and preserved
Genre: Rock: Experimental Rock
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  Song Share Time Download
1. It's What?
1:06 $0.77
2. Choice Theft
3:38 $0.77
3. Amelia Airhead (feat. Randy Akin)
2:17 $0.77
4. Opened & Closed
2:55 $0.77
5. This Bloody Spot
3:56 $0.77
6. Travesty
6:49 $0.77
7. Xen and the Art Of
4:20 $0.77
8. Down the Rabbit Hole
5:17 $0.77
9. You Only Want to Hear It Your Way
6:00 $0.77
10. It Ain't the Way (feat. Randy Akin)
5:44 $0.77
11. Big Black Bug
7:14 $0.77
12. Heliospheric Plasma River Delta Blues
6:32 $0.77
13. Hello Trippo
3:35 $0.77
14. Secret Word
6:53 $0.77
15. Interplanetary Otherness
4:32 $0.77
16. Twilight in the Electronic Swamp
6:18 $0.77
17. Cast Adrift
4:04 $0.77
18. A Call from Orange
4:16 $0.77
19. Winter Wears Out Its Welcome
4:25 $0.77
20. Troll Droppings
14:10 album only
21. Dead in the Shed
4:42 $0.77
22. These Stories of Mine
2:51 $0.77
23. Another Valuable Trippo Marx Recording
2:13 $0.77
24. Forgotten Sands (Live)
4:17 album only
25. Bedtime Story (Live)
4:14 album only
26. Strange Feeling (Live)
2:53 album only
27. Halloween Dream (Live)
5:16 album only
28. Tennis Eyeball (Live)
3:51 album only
29. Playa in Twilight (Live)
14:27 album only
30. Daze (Live)
5:18 album only
31. You Can Only Grow When You Know
4:15 $0.77
32. Norman
6:24 $0.77
Downloads are available as MP3-320 files.

ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
BOX NOT INCLUDED
The Trippo Marx box set without a box.

Produced composed & performed by Trippo Marx
Guitar solos on Amelia Airhead & It Ain’t The Way by Randy Akin
Recorded August 1989-September 2014 Mixed 2007-2014
Forgotten Sands recorded live at The Beauty Bar, Austin, Texas, December 4th 2011
Bedtime Story & Strange Feeling recorded live at Kick Butt Coffee, Austin, Texas, January 21st 2012
Halloween Dream recorded live at Headhunters Club, Austin, Texas, February 24th 2012
Tennis Eyeball recorded live at Kick Butt Coffee, Austin, Texas, April 14th 2012
Playa In Twilight recorded live in private performance, Fontana, California, August 3rd 2012
Daze recorded live at Kick Butt Coffee, Austin, Texas, July 21st 2012
©2014 Screwy Bastards Records
SB-MP13 (889211067664)


CHOICE THEFT

I think I did this too this to myself

Step up step out stand up and shout let’s go
Somewhere out there somewhere nowhere I know
Your hand my hand alive we drive top down
Sunrise bright skies your eyes sundown our town
I didn’t do it to you! I wouldn’t do it to you!

Get up get out stand up don’t shout just go
Inside outside your side my side just show
Day in day out no win all rout slow trance
Your life my life our life no life no chance
I didn’t do it to you! I wouldn’t do it to you!

It won’t do you any good
People don’t do what they should
Don’t take it so serious
It makes you so furious
I think I did this too this to myself
I think I did it to you! I think I did it to you!


AMELIA AIRHEAD

Amelia, I feel ya
She is not the one who flew the plane round the world and never back again
She is not the one barista thought was somebody else but she was not
She is not the one with all the hats searching in the belfry for her bats
She is just an airhead
She has got a swell head
She wants to be a towhead
Yes, she’s just an airhead
Can’t she see how much I love her so? No!


OPENED & CLOSED

Stick the needle into my vein
Electricity in my brain
The last ride

Crash my car into the brick wall
Twenty stories, I take the fall
The last ride

And when I come unto thee my being ceases to be
And when you take me away that is the end of my day
Soul echoes, time fading

And when you see me I see the empty shape I will be
And when you tell me I know there’s nowhere else I can go
Door opens, door closes


THIS BLOODY SPOT

It’s all a shame, everybody I see shares a part of the blame
And my ears are still ringing from when the embassy burst into flame
We should have known what exists to be seen does not exist to be shown
And my head is still bleeding from where the motorcar shrapnel was thrown
It’s all for naught, we forget what we know and we forget we forgot
And I’m wondering if what’s left of my children is this bloody spot


TRAVESTY

Hey prettyface just take a look at you
Aren’t you looking all dingus in your popstar costume?
Rock-a-go-go robot stylin’ everything that you do
You’re just another stupid human in a human zoo
You think you’re grade-A beef in a world full of pork
You’re acting out like a paper tiger Duke of New York
You got your shit eating grin, hair by tongs and salad fork
And you’re dressed like a total motherfucking dork

Hey prettyface what’s up with your song?
It’s just a fake shallow feeling and it goes on too long
It could almost work but your approach is all wrong
In a world of Grand Theft Auto all you are is Pong
There’s no counterpoint or tonal mystery
There’s no evidence you studied music history
You only celebrate your headspace vacancy
You only bring us your pretty face misery

Hey prettyface you’ve ruined the show
And the people won’t miss what they could never know
And the people won’t listen where you won’t go
And all the money men reap so you can sew
And the days go by and the seeds don’t root
And the culture falls to pieces just like rotten fruit
And the point of even listening is forever moot
Because of your pretty face in that buttmonkey suit

You only boast a boast and toast a toast when the goodies are going from coast to coast
You only plan the plan and hand the hands when the bodies are standing up in the stands
You only work the work and perk the perks when the bosses get busy and jerk the jerks
You only prize the prize and wise the wise when the dummy gets ready and eyes his eyes
You never tie the tie or fly the fly till you wanna make babies all cry and cry
You never grin the grin or skin the skin if you never had the power to win the win
You never goose the goose or loose the loose if you wanna keep hanging on noose to noose
You never try the try or buy the buy if you never had the talent to lie the lie


DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

Down the rabbit hole tonight
A carrot stick
Bugs will be pissed
Here is where we should be


YOU ONLY WANT TO HEAR IT YOUR WAY

Empathy, sympathy? No way! You say about me what you want all day
Go to bars, drink it all away, it’s not like we can watch instant replay
Your big evidence is hearsay and you don’t want to admit any leeway

Stopping only to watch the games get played, jump from girl to girl to get laid
Live weekend to weekend to get paid for the things you’ve done since you were remade
You always expect to be repaid and don’t care about the mistakes you’ve made

You don’t want to see how you decay and you think that everything is okay
And you don’t really hear the things that we say, you just do what you want all day
You only want to hear it your way, yes, you only want to hear it your way


IT AIN'T THE WAY

It ain’t the way you say it is because you say, it ain’t the way you see it in your mind
It ain’t the day to play because you want to play, it ain’t the way to say it so unkind

Who are you, what do you do and why are you that way?
You better get ready for your tomorrow instead of wasting your today
Why should you have everything when all you do is play?
You better quit quacking and listen up to what I have to say

You made up the stupid rules we follow and you bend
You decide acceptable and actions that offend
You won’t pay your own way so somebody has to lend
You take your advantages and will until the end

You should really check yourself before you get on me
I’m just doing what I want cause that’s the way to be
You should really bring yourself back to reality
What I am is what I am and that’s the way for me

You’re lazy greedy stupid but you think you are the best
You think you haven’t said enough when you should give it a rest
You knuckle under to the pressure every time you’re pressed
Only satisfied when you let your development arrest

You should really check yourself before you go too far
Now I’m gonna plug your earhole up with my guitar
Well, I heard your guitar but it doesn’t mean a thing
Put away your guitar and please don’t try to sing
I’m through with all your nonsense and the grief you try to bring
Now I bid you goodbye badaboom and badabing
Now it’s time to listen to the big black bug


BIG BLACK BUG

Standing in the doorway, Armageddon doomsday
The big black bug bled big black bug blood
Standing at the window, icky ichor blood flow
The bug black bug bled big black bug blood
What the big bug does is the big bug buzz

Mamie, age 5
When the big bug came it knocked my daddy down
When the big bug came it knocked my mommy down
I was so afraid the bug would knock me down
I was so afraid I cried all around the town
No one listened to me, not even a bumblebee
No one listened to me, I felt very free
There’s my dead mommy

George Smithington-Smythe, age 20
When the big bug came I fell into a crack
When the big bug came I almost broke my back
I was so afraid that no one would find me
I was so afraid I’d broken my hiney
No one rescued me, not even an EMT
No one rescued me, I felt very free
There’s my burning pee

General Crazy Horse Horkskix, age 63
When the big bug came I was underground
When the big bug came I saw it crawl around
I was so afraid the nukes would never fly
I was so afraid the monster wouldn’t die
No one disobeyed me, not even a Ph.D
No one disobeyed me, I felt very free
There’s my dead army


HELIOSPHERIC PLASMA RIVER DELTA BLUES

Well I got the plasma delta blues mainly cause I ain’t got no shoes
And that’s a hell of a thing not to have when yer knee deep in plasma blues


HELLO TRIPPO

Hello, it’s Trippo, hello there, it’s Trippo fucking Marx, yes, it’s Trippo
How’s it, so far? Do I need to write some better shit for you?
Well here’s something that’s guaranteed to fuck up your earhole toot sweet: cold pants


DEAD IN THE SHED

Woke up in the shed wishing I was dead


NORMAN

Norman, her voice is calling, you must go to her, it’s time for dinner
Norman, her voice is squalling, you are an evil, a lowly sinner
Norman, it’s always my way, you are a weakling, you cannot go there
Norman, gone is the highway, you are now trapped here and here is nowhere
Norman, what are you plotting? Your Mommy’s dead now, all very shocking
Norman, her corpse is rotting, you must preserve her, keep her chair rocking

Don’t put me in the fruit cellar again
Twelve cabins, twelve vacancies
Nothing to do all day but taxidermies
Ranting and raving on the signs of the times
And sexual expressions in the lines of the rhymes
Cheap erotic fashion and cheap erotic minds
Got a big kitchen knife for your sexy behinds
Hole in the wall let me see your hot body
Dirty dirty night in the shower all soppy
Knife you in the belly and watch you rag-dolly
Don’t give a damn about your robbery folly
Dump you in the trunk and sink you in the boggy
Wait for the next one to drive in groggy
You ain’t never gonna get away from Mommy
Norman’s never gonna get to hide the salami
Gonna spend his whole life hanging out in the lobby
Stuffing pretty birds is a real good hobby

Norman, the sirens calling, you must protect her, she is your savior
Norman, the night is falling, you must become her, show her behavior
Norman, her blood is pooling, your time is short now, you will be captured
Norman, who are you fooling? You don’t exist now, sad soul enraptured

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