Boy Meets Girl Meets Boy
Bloater © 2000


I was so sure that you were a girl
By the way you made me feel so unsure

You looked at me like I would take you away
How could I go my own separate way
And then years later, this obsession began
The way you talked, the way you played, the way you ran

Make me rape me push and pull
Boy meets girl in this world
Make me rape me push and pull
Girl meets boy in a whirl

Boy meets girl meets boy
Boy meets girl meets boy...

You came on to me like I was alone
Tried to take me in a tunnel, so unknown
If I knew fear, I felt it then
But I had to see you again and again

Make me rape me push and pull
Boy meets girl in this world
Make me rape me push and pull
Boy meets boy in a whirl

Boy meets girl meets boy
Boy meets girl meets boy...



Bluesy
Bloater © 1999

I used to want you
But you made me feel bad
You looked so nice
I started to feel sad

I needed you
I wanted you in my bed
I needed you
But now that's dead

When I came around
I got clever
You tried to lie
But I knew better

I needed you
You were always in my head
I needed you
But now that's dead

Don't need anyone
To feel in love
I'm in love with myself
And no one else

CHORUS


Camp Ground Swingers
Bloater © 1999


Howdy neighbor, want a beer?
Secret message on dumb ears
Don't mind us, have no fear
Our dog sunshine, she's a dear
Camp fire idiot with a match
Giving me his fat wife's snatch
S.U.V. on the gravel path
Thoughts of neighbors feeds my wrath

Camping out on swingers lane
Music's loud and your fire's lame
Naughty, dirty by the stream
Switch your partners, try to swing

In this camp it could be weird
Where's their tent, over here?
Not in sight, in the clear
I wish they would just disappear
How'd you get that fire to start?
Please repeat your last remark?
Twigs and paper are the key
Once the sun sets, we'll be free.

Pay attention to the code
Where you are and what you owe
Camp ground rules on the road
Fire in the night set to explode


Sofa Soufflé
Bloater © 1999


Cadillac of couches and a Sofa Soufflé
Looking for a lounge chair every day
Racing stripe seating, what can I say
Two in the morning and in the kitchen to stay

Mexican muertos, jots and tittles
Little more fruit, just a nibble
Tacos and tamales, sauce might dribble
Talkin' Joe Manzo with lots of skittles
Two in the morning and in the kitchen to stay

Cadillac of couches and a Sofa Soufflé
Look for a lounge chair every day
Racing stripe seating, what can I say
Two in the morning in the kitchen to stay

Sweet sangria in my veins
On the street, drive me insane
She sat so close man she smelled like rain
If I don't kiss her I'm'a drown in pain

…Two in the morning and in the kitchen to stay


Jantar Mantar
Bloater © 1999


Madly sketching with a sigh
Leave the lamp on my side
Scrap metal Kings, Beatie and I
Little gold book, Peter's shy
Crab legs, eat 'em, eat 'em high
Cherry Lane in my thigh
Jantar Mantar, eye in the sky
Never does the ink run dry

Jenny, Jenny Ondioline
Singin', singin' a song so fine
To Las Vegas, why not fly
The universe never dies

French man in the bedroom why
Eating crackers any time
Four t.v.'s stacked up high
Give me, give me an egg to fry
Lovely past, chance on my side
Is you soul satisfied
Jantar Mantar, eye in the sky
Never does the ink run dry

CHORUS


When In Rome
Bloater © 1998


Cruisin' on the Corso, hangin' out with Marco
Nothing to say, just trying to get laid
Number one goal: just to empty my balls
Ride around town 'til my moto falls

When in Rome, living at home
Gotta find a girl, or end up all alone
Should be smokin' dope in the city of Popes
Stuck instead, Rome is dead

Wearing tight jeans, looking like a queen
Ask me to stay and I gotta make a play
If I don't then you know I'm gay
How long are you gonna make me wait?

CHORUS

Gettin' down up on Gianicolo
Doesn't really matter where we go
Why not do it in my Fiat Uno
Never really cared what you know
Taste of Marco and Danilo
How about tryin' the Roman panino
Borgo Pio, that's where we go
Devo dire grazie al Dio!

CHORUS


Ladder to God
Bloater © 1998


Bodhi tree talk to me
Tell e where I'm gonna be
MCA where are we now
Try and find out what to be
Learn to live life and be free
Is it not a possibility?
Chant and pray, why don't we
Enlightenment, certainly!

That's a ladder to god…

Pilgrimage to Khatmandu
Wish I knew what to do
Peacefully try to be one
Close my eyes, then go numb
Live for god with a gun
Help the world, help no one
Pillage plunder maim and rape
Then we go and meditate!

CHORUS


RV Terror
Bloater © 1997


RV terror under your feet
Clutch my eyes and grit my teeth
Feel your presence, feel your heat
Feel your measure, feel you leak

The king of cool is the king of me
He's dressed in black but sleeps in briefs
There's a need to act the fool
No one else can be so cruel

Bill's boss Doris drives a white Ford Taurus
In and out of my life each day
I'd like to reason out my fears
The light inside my mind has disappeared

Doris says, hey man,
You're colossal
Doris says, hey man,
You're colossal

RV terror under your feet
Clutch my eyes and grit my teeth
Feel your presence, feel your heat
Feel your measure, feel you leak

With the Eiffel Tower in her hair
And a body shaped like a pear
She'll bake lasagna if you dare
She'll paint a picture if you care

Drive in her car, every morning
She is almost never boring
How could I ask for more
Hands in the air, fall to the floor

Doris says, hey man,
You're colossal
Doris says, hey man,
You're colossal


A Taste For Plastic
Bloater © 1995

Early in the morning, sleeping by me
She's got a taste for plastic, a taste for me
Feeling kind of sexy, feeling carefree
She's got a taste for plastic, a taste for me

Swimming on the covers, pouncing on me
Feeling like her prey, begging at her feet
Up on the radiator, next to me
She reaches for the blinds, she reaches for me

She's got a taste for plastic, a taste for me
She's got a taste for plastic, a taste for me

If I close my eyes and count to three
Maybe she'll go, maybe she'll leave
Open my eyes, what do I see
Her crazy green eyes staring at me!

Up on a pedestal, where she wants to be
She's got a taste for plastic, a taste for me
Feeling kind of crazy, feeling like a freak
She's got a taste for plastic, a taste for me

Underneath the desk, just out of reach
Licking at the phone, and looking at me
Up on the dance floor, where she wants to be
She's climbing on the walls, and climbing on me

CHORUS


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