A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Upon The Water by blithering idiots

Wind caresses my canvas as Poseidon's by my side
The god of open water is to whom I choose to pray

Waves crash my bow
And the sky turns dark
As my god becomes angry

My ship is my temple
Often do I sacrifice
For blue sky and strong breeze
From my lord to come

Becalmed I sit
With the endless horizon
As Poseidon cruel

The water rushes by
As I list with speed
My god wishes to play
Filling my sail with his breath
And sending me on my way

One day I will join him
In the briny deep
But till then I can only sail

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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The World by blithering idiots

I saw this sweet child stare at me from the screen
Then the man said she was no longer living
Some monster took and bent and broke her life
And I was just still there falling like ice

Now I was standing by a mountain
When someone said to me
She said where ever people are
There is no beauty

Monsters all shapes and sizes tug at our souls
As long as man still runs the world

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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The Other Side - Paid Man by blithering idiots

There's a new day dawning
And don't you go running
We need you to stick around
The walls will come tumbling down
As soon as we're all found
Just stand and guard your post

I'll meet you on the other side
Where the grass is greener
And the wine is sweeter
I'll meet you on the other side
Where the sun is always up in the sky

I've never met a paid man I like
Never seen an ad for the truth
Some robot for god who knows
With his face in the money

You know I don't believe in the fist
But this shit has got to end
And what about my vote
Fuck the vote

Paid man your gonna see
You can push and push
With your money and your greed
Paid man your gonna see
The homeless in your dreams

Coming to find you
Coming to feed
And what about my vote
Fuck the vote

The great American democratic system is a lie. Media and government have manipulated the popular vote into a bi-party system giving the people only two choices.

The only way to break into the election process is if you have enough money leaving 95% of the population out of contention for running.

The Electoral College prevents the people from voting for the president making him a puppet of the bi-party system.

The only way to stop this deadlock is REVOLUTION!

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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The Deep by blithering idiots

She said no
For the fifth time today
I turned and walked
Nothing for me to say

I faced the sun
My soul became ash
Filtered through the grate
And settled near some cash

Endless sea
Fathomless deep
Your eyes she'll close
Your heart she'll keep

Many hands reaching in
To bear me straight
No longer able to love
And too tired to hate

In the deep
A place where we can see
In the deep
Where we want to be

I'll see you in the deep

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Tactile Senses by blithering idiots

It's not that I don't feel.
I'm just numb from the pain.
Caressing like a blind man.
Left only with my tactile senses.

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Svarta Sklenska by blithering idiots

de svarta kansla som du leka med
(The black emotions that you're playing with)

gor mej illa ta mej langsta ner
(Make me sick get me really down)

vill inte vara del av din ego spel
(I don't want to be part of your ego games)

det skulle vara klart jag tycka mina fred
(It should be clear I like my freedom)

ta dej sjalv ifran mej
(Get yourself away from me)

ser sa fina som du tanka sjalv
(You look so good at least you think yourself)

behover inte beratta gora vad du vill
(You don't need to tell me do what you want)

hinna nan annan for att skrika pa
(Find someone else to scream at)

ensam ska jag leva utan dina vard
(Alone I will live without your care)

ta dej sjalv ifran mej

dina mjorka hjarta hard som en sten
(Your dark heart hard as stone)

kanna ingen utom for dej djalv
(Feels for no one except for yourself)

hoppas det ar langa till vi ses igen
(I hope it's a long time until we meet again)

aldrig vara dina hellre finna mej dod
(I'll never be yours I'd rather find myself dead)

ta dej sjalv ifran mej

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Rip Off by blithering idiots

She's too sly
You won't catch her
Don't think that she's going to stay
She's too sly
You won't see her
Long since hit the road

Some girls like to tease you
Some girls just don't care
But she'll never even bother
Cause she gets what she needs from any man

She's too quick
You won't kiss her
Left standing out on the stoop
She's too quick
Won't let you hold her
Leaving you full of need

Some girls attach at the hips
Some girls won't even try
But alone you'll spend the night boy
Wishing she'd come out and play again

She's too quick
You won't kiss her
Left standing out on the stoop
She's too quick
Won't let you hold her
Leaving you full of need leaving you full of need

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Psycho Woman by blithering idiots

she's looking for you
You think your in love
cause she doesn't say other
disappears at night and never calls

Little do you know
That it doesn't matter
She can't stand for what she can't have

Psycho woman
She's bleeding you dry

She looks like your lover
But talks like your mother
Once she'd gotten in it only got worse
Doesn't matter what you say cause your always wrong
Can't let her go
But still you can't breath

Psycho woman
She's waiting for you

Run run run boy as fast as you can
Run run run boy while your still a man
Run run run boy with all your might

She's coming for you
Run as fast as you can

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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One Day by blithering idiots

Full moon sunshine
Luminescent day

Light laughter calls you
Canvas on the bay

Candlelight kisses
Blanket like haze

Night's cold darkness
Dance upon the rain

Golden curl whispers
Time passes away

Jinx of a horse head
Death has a wait

Celluloid daydreams
eclectic light waves

Whips of grandeur
Young decadent days

Innocent lover
Caress my mind

Bleeding friendship
Dagger in hand

Embraceable spectrum
Kissing the dawn

Rings of promise
Waves on sand

Seemingly endless
Existence barrage

How can this happen
All in one day'

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Oh My Goddess by blithering idiots

Would you ever could we maybe
Little darlin' just be mine

Not just this time but forever
Come on baby let me know

With a little house and a picket fence
We'll live together so sublime

I won't leave you or deceive you
Not in this life will I go

She's my sweet princess
Lady divine
Wild flower
Walking by my side tonight
Private dancer
Porno queen
Sweatin baby
In-between my sheets tonight
Sentimental lady
Cuddle thing
One night lover
I hope she can find her way home

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Ode To The Bottle by blithering idiots

A curve so smooth no man can resist
As my palm it always seems to caress
A ladies never been so true as the one I hold
I want to eat and want to sleep
But my lover fills that hole

Into the bottle

We always kiss late at night and certainly in the morning
Her glass lips take mine every chance I got em'
Our love is simple I'll never be alone
As long as I have the cash for my girlfriend to buy

There's so many lovers I see them most daily
As my pals and I trade a little of mine for yours
My love is with liquor and an occasional whore
I'll always be there inside my round walls

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Number #13 by blithering idiots

upon high
the birds won't fly
because the rays from the sun
are burning them from the sky

now down below
where trees won't grow
man and machine in accord
have turned the soil into mold

now I don't cry
dust in my eye
for the oceans blue
crawled away to die

governments right brought about this plight
with money to burn the world down
common man must learn to fight

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Mother Planet by blithering idiots

I can't believe anymore of anything I see
What I hear on the radio or see on T.V.

Uncle Sam always trying to raise the fee

They can't see how we live down here
I don't think they know some of the fear
They've forgotten the pain in the tear
We all know it when we look down inside
There's a day coming when we'll torn the tide

Rich man, paid man will learn to hide

We can turn this planet over to mother
Vanquish the arm of big brother

A real society unlike any other

I want to see the tree from sea to sea
I want to breathe the air that will not harm me
I want my child to see what his heart desires to be
When he's a man in this world I want him to be free

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Monkeys In The Trees by blithering idiots

Who helped the monkeys down out of the trees
Who taught them to act like the birds and the bees
Whoever it was well maybe they are wrong
And we should begin to sing a new song

Evolution is the solution
If we're to make it out of here
Evolution is the solution
To separate us from the apes

When will the time come for us to be gone
When will the monkeys climb back in the trees
Soon enough it will seem we will begin to leave
And float along like a feather in the breeze

Where does the path lead us on our way
Where will we find the strength to separate
Ourselves from those little monkeys in their trees
And cruise on down the cosmic freeway

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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I Don't Know by blithering idiots

I smoked until I couldn't see my face anymore
This good shit they sent me has me laid out on the floor

All I know is that I don't know

I get up every morning and I go to my cage
But ere I ever get there I'll burn the new rage

All I know is that I don't know

And sometimes I wonder if my life's a mirage
But before I get too serious I'll smoke some more ganj

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Hobo Song by blithering idiots

I can sleep anytime
Keep on the move
Don't let the rail run by
Hop the next freight
Never too late
Be in the next town by the break of day

Find a new friend
Take what I can
Hey there mister
Can you spare some change
Alone at night
Felling just right
Sometimes the bottle is my only friend

Sometimes
We all need
A helping hand
But sometimes
It's the hand that feeds
That gets bitten

Just stay away
I didn't complain
Solitary is my game
I'll fend for myself
Caring for no one else
A gypsy traveling in a prisoned world

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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High Desert Inhabitants by Ricky Higgs

There's nothing out here, but something's going to break
There's nothing out here, but nothing i'd rather take
Got to get it, get it off my mind
I've got to get it, I'll get it another time

High desert inhabitants
What are you going to do
If the sun goes down on you

The sun goes down leaves a cold and a dark abyss
There's too much time to think about the ones you miss
When the sun don't shine the rain falls on my mind
If the sun don't shine it'll be the end of my time

High desert inhabitants
What are you going to do
If the sun breaks down on you
Leave it all in a moment. leave it all behind

If it wasn't for the gold and glory
If I didn't have so much time

The sun comes up a lone man stands on the hill
He shakes his head as your brains begin to spill
Should have left this place before the first sunset
Should have left this place before the last regret

But high desert inhabitant
What are we going to do
With the sun bleached bones that were once you
With the sun bleached bones that were once you
The sun bleached bones that were once you

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Grandfathers Wish by blithering idiots

When death came walking through my door
I couldn't get up and run away there was no where to go
The kiss of departed beloved was what brought it on
soon my whole world up and started to turn

The first came in form familiar to all: Dark cold ghost the reaper man
My soul he would take and see that it burned
but his stroke did miss as I wasn't ready to adjourn

After some slumber came the second one
At my feet he did sit with rope in hand
to tie me up and haul me away to a deep down watery grave

Passed through my legs did the twine of Davy Jones
until frustrated I wasn't ready to drowned. His body did turn

A skull dripping with flesh I saw
and the firsts flaming blue eyes remembering my soul

For the day I die.

For the day I die.

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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God Wants Me Dead by blithering idiots

The ground will open up and swallow all
They said amen

Fire will fall from the sky
They said amen

Believe like us or you'll surely die
They said amen

Anger in my throat like bile
Robots with burned out eyes
During the week they're alive
Die on the cross with jesus once a week
God wants to kill us all

So his finger hit my chest
God wants you dead son
And my mind went out with a question
Who wants a creator with blood stained teeth

Some, like a child in a game
Minds open to a killing force
It will all be over soon
They said amen

You'll wear your crown on a mountain of bones
I don't want to believe this
The thought ponders my mind
Of the men with the answers
I've found the road to my soul

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Fuck You I Got A Replicator by blithering idiots

Fuck you I got a replicator
I can make all kinds of stuff
Fuck you I got a replicator
Gonna make an alligator
Gonna eat you up
All up

I got a replicator
Poky doin' the twist
I got a replicator
Ain't no masturbator
Ride off into the mist
Off into the mist

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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First Song by blithering idiots

Catfish are jumpin' baby
No need for humpin'
Why won't you tell me where we went wrong

My heart is broken
Ever since you left me
I've just gotta get some sleep tonight

A south wind's blowing cold
My bodies chilled to the bone
Without your love to keep me warm

My brain is swimming crazy
My temperature is on the rise
I'm slowly becoming blind of sight

Life's so lonely lonely
aahh so lonely
Life's so lonely.....without you

jumpin' humpin'
Tell wrong
Broken me
Gotta sleep
Cold bodies
Love keep
Crazy rise
Slow sight

Since you left me girl
I don't spend my nights alone
Since you left me girl
I'm free to go out and roam
Since you left me since you left me
Since you left me

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Don Juanafuck by blithering idiots

Knight in shining armor
A moonlight charmer
Man about the town

Spoonin' pal for the night
Candy coated loves delight
Don't miss me with the sunrise

use me abuse me and throw me away

Leather clad master
Submissively take me faster
a bachelor down to the bone

Partner between the sheets
Husband in the heat
Don't ask me to stick around

Use me abuse me and throw me away

Boy toy for your plight
Passenger awaiting flight
Non-commital safe sex

Gigolo in my mind
Take all that you find
Don't know when I'll pass by again

Use me abuse me and throw me away

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Blame by Ricky Higgs

Love makes you not so clever
Should know it never lasts forever
No matter how you might endeavor
Eventually she'll want to sever
You try to hold on however
This only throws her panic lever
She blows you away like a feather
In stormy weather

Then she smiles as she says
If I see you again I'll spit in your face
She said why don't we do lunch
Or call me some evening
I heard the opera is playing this weekend
And you know I love that singing
It was all my fault
Let's forget about it now
But I know the next time something goes awry
I'll get blamed somehow

Why do I take this abuse from someone
That I only intended to use
I'll never know

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Black Light by blithering idiots

Black light stronger than white light
Can't you see
In the swirling pool of time
Thoughtless endless helplessness
Guiding consequentially
Ever infinitely

A VHS rip of a cheap cam-corder. Our virgin gig at the Green Guinea on State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1995. Something I dug out of a deep buried box in the attic. This is our original music and we called ourselves, blithering idiots...
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Big Fake Boobies by blithering idiots

She changed herself so she would look like a star
So her nipples could take her far

Big fake boobies
So fun to play with

By your side they look mighty fine
But I'm telling you brother they ain't cheap to keep

Big fake boobies
You'll empty your wallet just to please her

They look fine now but wait till your older
Your body will collapse while they'll stand firm

Big fake boobies
They'll be perky long after your dead

I'll play with them while your asleep