1. |
Prologue to Poison
02:38
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2. |
Runaway
01:46
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3. |
Maggot of Mine
05:24
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Where are you son?
You maggot of mine.
Did you pee in the bed?
Then sneak out and hide,
and cry in the night ... for your mom who is dead?
Where are you son?
You red baboon ass.
Do you think this a game?
The mouse and the cat.
You scamper, I pounce, you scream out her name?
Where are you son?
The morning grows dim.
Did someone break in,
and steal you a kid?
With candy and apples and daggers on soft skin?
Where are you son?
Are you hung from a tree?
Crushed by a crate?
Half eaten by bears?
Drowned in a lake?
Are you fighting for air?
Locked in a trunk?
Thrown on an axe?
Flattened by elephants?
Are you sunk in a swamp?
Cooked in a pie?
Leeched in a stream?
Buried alive?
On and on and on, I could go and go and go.
Writhing in pain for the one, who was stolen I know
by cowards, thieves, blood. Woman!
Where is my son now!
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The Ringmaster
04:25
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The circus is mine.
Passed down the family tree.
My father he died and willed it to my brother.
But then he died too,
not because of me.
I'm an innocent fool as anyone can guess.
(chorus)
Because I have dreams of grandeur and geese.
Cause I have dreams. The Ringmaster I'll be.
The circus is mine.
I won it playing cards.
The dwarf drank the wine. My brother he collapsed.
And he stopped breathing,
not because of me.
I gave a palm reading, he gave me the tuxedo.
(chorus)
The circus is mine.
You can't take it from me.
Because they all died in graves six feet under.
Sometimes I miss them.
Like a poison snake bite.
They were greedy seedy men who stole my spot cleaner.
(chorus)
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6. |
Russian Strong-arm Race
03:49
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7. |
"Energy Drink"
04:02
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With a dash of devastation, and a pinch of pollution.
Shoe leather.
Lizard feet.
Miracle grow.
Spider web.
Castrol oil.
And an eyeball for taste.
Slowly it starts.
The smoking, bubbling, the oozing of the energy drink.
Her dainty darlings will fall. Like one-winged bats in fall.
Cheers! To the circus.
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8. |
Contorting the Waltz
04:41
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9. |
A SSShow of Hand(s)
04:52
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10. |
A Call for Help
03:41
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Hello! Can I speak to PT?
Hello, Mr. Barnum. How are you?
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm well, In a pickle too. Not tickle, pickle!
My performers are falling like flies and mutating.
Oh it's nothing hideous, or frightful, just extra limbs on eyeballs.
I'm sorry. They aren't for sale.
I need replacements. I need new acts. Not bats, acts.
My circus is failing.
Well mine is failing faster. Can you help?
Oh ... thank you for your time. Good-bye Mr. Barnum.
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11. |
Train Go Round
01:22
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Musicians make it look easy living on the street.
Hitting bottles, playing guitar, singing melodies.
What have I got?
A sign to beg, a hand to take, four working limbs and a dirty face.
A holey hat, a ratty shirt, an empty belly and a head that hurts.
That's nothing!
Musicians make it look easy living on the street.
Hitting buckets, playing trumpet, singing melodies.
What have I got?
I'm half-grown, a mind of goo. No place to sleep but behind the zoo.
I have two strong feet for running away. And two quick hands for steeling all day.
That's something!
Musicians make it look easy living on the street.
Hitting jawbones, playing banjo, singing melodies.
What have I got?
The nose of a mouse, the lives of a cat. The easy feat of circus acts.
I can juggle. I can flip. I can whistle and get tips.
Cha cha ching! Cha cha cha ching!
Musicians make it look easy living on the street.
Catching flying pins, playing sax, singing melodies.
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13. |
Hair is for Hanging
03:16
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The bankers are at the door.
Bodies are on the floor.
The money is all ran out.
We're living hand to mouth.
All my talent is mutating, morphing, transmogrifying. Believe it!
I should open a grotesquery, apothecary mail-order hosiery and sell tickets for a sight of three beady eyes in a jar, or used leotards.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why is this happening?
It's like a horror movie minus the chainsaw!
It's like a radiation leak minus the earthquake!
It's like a witch's spell minus the purple dragon!
All my talent is wasted, debauched, a freak show! Poor things.
They're cursed, hexed, vexed, with my luck they're infected already with pink-eye from Mars or a poison pineapple ... from a friend.
Why? Why? Why? Why a poison apple ... a poison ...
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15. |
Take Two
03:35
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16. |
Prelude to Poison
01:03
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17. |
A Duet: Shadow of Mine
02:04
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Where are you son?
Where is my circus?
You shadow of mine.
You ruined my life.
Did you leave me a note?
Did you get your revenge?
Then run out and hide.
For losing your boy.
And fly in the night.
Who ran away from home,
From your dad, who is broke.
and left you blue veined.
Where is he now?
Where are my acts?
He made me mutate.
You laid them to waste.
Oh how did I do it?
To haunt the Big Top.
With poison and bait.
Up and down the highway.
No elixir or faith.
Where killers lie and wait.
A transmogrify fix!
And deformed freaks run off.
You toyed with my heart.
You were a yo-yo,
Why did you leave?
so young and dumb.
And tear me a part?
Your legs were jello,
I raged and fought.
lifeless and thin.
And poisoned them all,
You hated me then.
to hurt you, circus star.
As I hate you, too.
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18. |
Janitor
00:16
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Samson Y Hiss Oakland, California
Circus composer and theatre polluter, Samson Y Hiss was deemed "Most likely to be run over by a train in the next year!" His
musical works have been performed by circus acts, theatre groups, chamber ensembles and shadow puppets. Hiss is the world record holder for the Most Musical Instruments Played While Riding a Unicycle.
Hiss holds a BA in Music Technology from Bellarmine University.
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