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A BLIND MAN'S PENIS AND OTHER SMASH HITS

by John Trubee and the Ugly Janitors of America

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1.
A Blind Man's Penis I got high last night on LSD My mind was beautiful, and I was free Warts loved my nipples because they are pink Vomit on me, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah A blind man's penis is erect Because he is blind It's erect because he's blind A blind man's penis is erect Because he is blind It's erect because he's blind Let's make love under the stars And watch for UFOs And if little baby Martians come out of the UFOs You can fuck them Yeah yeah yeah The zebra spilled its plastinia on Bemis And the gelatin oozed electric marbles Ramona's titties died in Hell And the Nazis want to kill To kill everyone A blind man's penis is erect Because he is blind It's erect because he's blind A blind man's penis is erect Because he is blind It's erect because he's blind It's erect because he's blind It's erect because he's blind
2.
MANY WHORES COPULATE FOR MONEY Many whores copulate for money, baby Whoa, are you one of them? Many whores copulate for money, baby Whoa, are you one of them? Many whores copulate for money, baby Whoa, are you one of them? Many whores copulate for money, baby Whoa, are you one of them? Ya married for money, that's very common, honey Fuck and suck the schmuck for his bucks Your bridal veil barely conceals your parasitical greed Behind the false front of convention And then every day's another way For lyin' whores to plot and scheme For money, for money (Refrain) Record company dipshits never pay the artist Gosh, what a wacky surprise! The wheels of their deals kinda feels of eels Always writhing in a snot-hole And then every day's another way For showbiz shits to copulate For money, for money (Refrain) People always yakkin' about free expression About truth and beauty, uh-huh But when pull comes on shove it's clear that they love Only money, vapid money And then every day's another way For brainless little pigs to fuck For money, for money (Endless Refrain Outro With Flamboyant Electric Guitar Overdub Madness)
3.
HIGH TIDE 06:33
HIGH TIDE One fine day the wild sea Will drown you and me Ever lost, eternally Everybody drifts away The high tide You can laugh, you can cry You can fight, we all die As the briny waters rise Everything drifts away The high tide Time washes down, down into the high tide All drift away, carried by the high tide Sha la la la la la la la la the high tide Sha la la la they all wash away in the high tide Sha la la la we all drift away on the high tide See the sun hit the waves See the ocean, see our graves To time we're enslaved Everybody drifts away The high tide You can love, you can lie You can fight, we all die As the briny waters rise Everything drifts away The high tide Time washes down, down into the high tide All drift away, carried by the high tide Sha la la la la la la la la the high tide Sha la la la they all wash away in the high tide Sha la la la we all drift away on the high tide
4.
TWILIGHT SONG From the daylight oozes twilight Out of twilight creeps the darkness Everyone I've ever known Slowly drifts away from me 'Til I stand A puzzled orphan By the whisp'ring sea Western sky explodes in silence Far above the puny humans Ocean clouds escape the sun In dusky sky, in silence, run 'Til waves of clouds descend Into the dark'ning eve Time flows on It changes everything It transforms all the world 'Til nothing known still remains Ever flowing through the darkness Mystery ship of utter starkness Everything I've ever seen Slowly sails away from me And sinks, forever lost Beneath the evening tide Time flows on It changes everything It transforms all the world 'Til nothing known still remains
5.
LITTLE BOY MELVIN RIDES AGAIN You became worse than your parents So smug and comfortable Nestled in your bourgeois blanket Consumer infant world Snuggle bugs in Eddie Bauer Drool saliva sweet Got your blankie? Here's your hankie-- Now snort out all your snot! I stand atop the highest mountain I sleep beneath the deepest sea I crawl across eternal deserts In my struggle to be free Normal ninnies accomplish nothing To fit in with the crowd Normal ninnies aspire to blandness And shop for plastic crap I guess the world needs normal ninnies To watch crappy TV shows I guess the world needs normal ninnies To stink up all the air I stand atop the highest mountain I sleep beneath the deepest sea I crawl across eternal deserts In my struggle to be free (Tenor Saxophone Chorus) Weakling normals out window shopping Got no fuckin' brains at all They shop for crap and eat the plastic TV is their whore Emote and whimper like weakling babies Afraid to be alone Life is easy when you're a plastic ninny Who worships money, mobs, and rules I stand atop the highest mountain I sleep beneath the deepest sea I crawl across eternal deserts In my struggle to be free (Tenor Saxophone Outro Chorus)
6.
CHRISTINA'S LULLABY Lay amidst the sands My bird My only final dying bird Christina's lullaby O my Made me wanna die All my longing All of my hopes and yearning All of my dreams and visions Have scattered on the western wind A crystal champagne glass Crashed hard Against the jagged ocean rocks I crawled into myself And slept For ten million years All my longing All of my hopes and yearning All of my dreams and visions Have scattered on the western wind (Electric Guitar Melody Verse) I wake up from a dream It seems I've died and gone to Hell I wake up in a scream It seems I'm locked inside my death All my longing All of my hopes and yearning All of my dreams and visions Have scattered on the western wind
7.
TAKE A SHIT ON ME Take a shit on me Take a shit on me I won't be free Until you torture me And stomp me down Into the ground Take a shit on me Take a shit on me Why don't you kick my ass? Why don't you kick my ass? Come on and kick my ass All across the yard To show the world You're the man in charge Come on and kick my ass Why don't you kick my ass? All the tyrants of the world Always kill us every day We gotta rise on up And blast them down And feed their bloody corpses To our starving dogs Come on and torture me Why don't you torture me? Come on and torture me In your dungeon cell As I writhe and bleed In your despot's Hell Come on and torture me Why don't you torture me? All the tyrants of the world Always kill us every day We gotta rise on up And blast them down And feed their bloody corpses To our starving dogs
8.
SONG OF THE TIGER I have been crawling in this desert so long That I'm no longer human I've grown fierce tiger eyes I scan the horizon with gold-speckled eyes I stand here awaiting the end of the world And I smile for awhile But my smile soon descends into a growl And the lies that you told me Are the lies with which I burn down your world You have deceived me For so many years That I no longer listen To the crap that you say You incessantly babble But your babble means nothing I stand on the outside Observing your games And I smile for awhile But my smile soon descends into a growl And the lies that you told me Are the lies with which I burn down your world (Spoken Interlude): You promised me ethereal beauty But instead you handed me stale dogshit When I spoke up in protest You yelled at me to sit down and shuttup Now you know why I have come to kill you I am the tiger that ripped out Roy's jugular And you are the one On whom next I will pounce Tread ever softly You son of a bitch My fangs will soon gore you In a flood of your blood And I smile for awhile But my smile soon descends into a growl And the lies that you told me Are the lies with which I burn down your world Out in the desert No one can control you No one enslaves you with their stupid-ass rules Sad heavy twilight Steals through my desert Quintillion hot stars Burn in my night And I smile for awhile But my smile soon descends into a growl And the lies that you told me Are the lies with which I burn down your world
9.
YOUR STUPID FRIENDS Your stupid friends Hang on the corner Wasting what lives they have Hear how they blabber See how they posture But they don't accomplish much I would have treated you nice But you acted as cold as ice Then I saw you, drunk at the bar With your stupid friends What wasted days Such empty nights Find you bound with the same old crowd They like to fight, they like to drink They always lie but they never think O how could you be so dumb Wasting all of your time with scum? And when you arrive at the end of your life What will your tombstone read? Your stupid friends Some bought the good life Like the smug adults that they are Bracelets of gold and a sailboat And a bright new shiny car They wasted afternoons at the mall Buying crap which means nothing at all What do they have to show For all their wasted time? Your stupid friends Carry on Like they're still back in Junior High Soap opera intrigue and empty gossip Take the place of real life I would have treated you nice But you acted as cold as ice And then I saw you, drunk at the bar With your stupid friends

about

Thank you very much for picking up this LP and bothering to examine it. We commend you for your ardent curiosity in a world of jaded fools and mass-marketed tedium. We, the Ugly Janitors of America, have been bringing exceptionally fine music to the world since 1983.

This music has been notoriously neglected due to my insistence on going it alone, never relying on the financing of usurious demons nor glad-handing creepy, influential people for my tortured music projects. The result has been an overlong wait to bring these superfine tracks to your ears.

Some of these tracks have been previously released on now out-of-print albums and singles on teeny, defunct labels that were invisible and are now forgotten. It's an outrage to the beauty of this music. Hence, I willed the material manifestation of this vinyl LP you now hold in your hands.

I cannot adequately express how much I love making this music. Hopefully that love will make your ears happy.
Tell all your friends!

Best wishes to you,

John Trubee
September 24, 2014 Santa Rosa, California, USA

SIDE ONE

1 A BLIND MAN'S PENIS.......................................1:42
2 MANY WHORES COPULATE FOR MONEY....6:25
3 HIGH TIDE..............................................................6:30
4 TWILIGHT SONG..................................................4:38

SIDE TWO

1 LITTLE BOY MELVIN RIDES AGAIN................4:20
2 CHRISTINA'S LULLABY.......................................3:45
3 TAKE A SHIT ON ME............................................2:52
4 SONG OF THE TIGER...........................................4:13
5 YOUR STUPID FRIENDS......................................2:50

A Blind Man's Penis

I got high last night on LSD
My mind was beautiful, and I was free
Warts loved my nipples because they are pink
Vomit on me, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah

A blind man's penis is erect
Because he is blind
It's erect because he's blind
A blind man's penis is erect
Because he is blind
It's erect because he's blind

Let's make love under the stars
And watch for UFOs
And if little baby Martians come out of the UFOs
You can fuck them
Yeah yeah yeah

The zebra spilled its plastinia on Bemis
And the gelatin oozed electric marbles
Ramona's titties died in Hell
And the Nazis want to kill
To kill everyone

A blind man's penis is erect
Because he is blind
It's erect because he's blind
A blind man's penis is erect
Because he is blind
It's erect because he's blind
It's erect because he's blind
It's erect because he's blind


MANY WHORES COPULATE FOR MONEY

Many whores copulate for money, baby
Whoa, are you one of them?
Many whores copulate for money, baby
Whoa, are you one of them?
Many whores copulate for money, baby
Whoa, are you one of them?
Many whores copulate for money, baby
Whoa, are you one of them?

Ya married for money, that's very common, honey
Fuck and suck the schmuck for his bucks
Your bridal veil barely conceals your parasitical greed
Behind the false front of convention
And then every day's another way
For lyin' whores to plot and scheme
For money, for money

(Refrain)

Record company dipshits never pay the artist
Gosh, what a wacky surprise!
The wheels of their deals kinda feels of eels
Always writhing in a snot-hole
And then every day's another way
For showbiz shits to copulate
For money, for money

(Refrain)

People always yakkin' about free expression
About truth and beauty, uh-huh
But when pull comes on shove it's clear that they love
Only money, vapid money
And then every day's another way
For brainless little pigs to fuck
For money, for money

(Endless Refrain Outro With Flamboyant Electric Guitar Overdub Madness)


HIGH TIDE

One fine day the wild sea
Will drown you and me
Ever lost, eternally
Everybody drifts away
The high tide

You can laugh, you can cry
You can fight, we all die
As the briny waters rise
Everything drifts away
The high tide

Time washes down, down into the high tide
All drift away, carried by the high tide

Sha la la la la la la la la the high tide
Sha la la la they all wash away in the high tide
Sha la la la we all drift away on the high tide

See the sun hit the waves
See the ocean, see our graves
To time we're enslaved
Everybody drifts away
The high tide


You can love, you can lie
You can fight, we all die
As the briny waters rise
Everything drifts away
The high tide

Time washes down, down into the high tide
All drift away, carried by the high tide

Sha la la la la la la la la the high tide
Sha la la la they all wash away in the high tide
Sha la la la we all drift away on the high tide


TWILIGHT SONG

From the daylight oozes twilight
Out of twilight creeps the darkness
Everyone I've ever known
Slowly drifts away from me
'Til I stand
A puzzled orphan
By the whisp'ring sea

Western sky explodes in silence
Far above the puny humans
Ocean clouds escape the sun
In dusky sky, in silence, run
'Til waves of clouds descend
Into the dark'ning eve

Time flows on
It changes everything
It transforms all the world
'Til nothing known still remains

Ever flowing through the darkness
Mystery ship of utter starkness
Everything I've ever seen
Slowly sails away from me
And sinks, forever lost
Beneath the evening tide

Time flows on
It changes everything
It transforms all the world
'Til nothing known still remains


LITTLE BOY MELVIN RIDES AGAIN

You became worse than your parents
So smug and comfortable
Nestled in your bourgeois blanket
Consumer infant world
Snuggle bugs in Eddie Bauer
Drool saliva sweet
Got your blankie?
Here's your hankie--
Now snort out all your snot!

I stand atop the highest mountain
I sleep beneath the deepest sea
I crawl across eternal deserts
In my struggle to be free

Normal ninnies accomplish nothing
To fit in with the crowd
Normal ninnies aspire to blandness
And shop for plastic crap
I guess the world needs normal ninnies
To watch crappy TV shows
I guess the world needs normal ninnies
To stink up all the air

I stand atop the highest mountain
I sleep beneath the deepest sea
I crawl across eternal deserts
In my struggle to be free

(Tenor Saxophone Chorus)

Weakling normals out window shopping
Got no fuckin' brains at all
They shop for crap and eat the plastic
TV is their whore
Emote and whimper like weakling babies
Afraid to be alone
Life is easy when you're a plastic ninny
Who worships money, mobs, and rules

I stand atop the highest mountain
I sleep beneath the deepest sea
I crawl across eternal deserts
In my struggle to be free

(Tenor Saxophone Outro Chorus)


CHRISTINA'S LULLABY

Lay amidst the sands
My bird
My only final dying bird
Christina's lullaby
O my
Made me wanna die

All my longing
All of my hopes and yearning
All of my dreams and visions
Have scattered on the western wind

A crystal champagne glass
Crashed hard
Against the jagged ocean rocks
I crawled into myself
And slept
For ten million years

All my longing
All of my hopes and yearning
All of my dreams and visions
Have scattered on the western wind

(Electric Guitar Melody Verse)

I wake up from a dream
It seems
I've died and gone to Hell
I wake up in a scream
It seems
I'm locked inside my death

All my longing
All of my hopes and yearning
All of my dreams and visions
Have scattered on the western wind

TAKE A SHIT ON ME

Take a shit on me
Take a shit on me
I won't be free
Until you torture me
And stomp me down
Into the ground
Take a shit on me
Take a shit on me

Why don't you kick my ass?
Why don't you kick my ass?
Come on and kick my ass
All across the yard
To show the world
You're the man in charge
Come on and kick my ass
Why don't you kick my ass?

All the tyrants of the world
Always kill us every day
We gotta rise on up
And blast them down
And feed their bloody corpses
To our starving dogs

Come on and torture me
Why don't you torture me?
Come on and torture me
In your dungeon cell
As I writhe and bleed
In your despot's Hell
Come on and torture me
Why don't you torture me?

All the tyrants of the world
Always kill us every day
We gotta rise on up
And blast them down
And feed their bloody corpses
To our starving dogs



SONG OF THE TIGER

I have been crawling in this desert so long
That I'm no longer human
I've grown fierce tiger eyes
I scan the horizon with gold-speckled eyes
I stand here awaiting the end of the world

And I smile for awhile
But my smile soon descends into a growl
And the lies that you told me
Are the lies with which I burn down your world


You have deceived me
For so many years
That I no longer listen
To the crap that you say
You incessantly babble
But your babble means nothing
I stand on the outside
Observing your games

And I smile for awhile
But my smile soon descends into a growl
And the lies that you told me
Are the lies with which I burn down your world

(Spoken Interlude):

You promised me ethereal beauty
But instead you handed me stale dogshit
When I spoke up in protest
You yelled at me to sit down and shuttup
Now you know why I have come to kill you

I am the tiger that ripped out Roy's jugular
And you are the one
On whom next I will pounce
Tread ever softly
You son of a bitch
My fangs will soon gore you
In a flood of your blood

And I smile for awhile
But my smile soon descends into a growl
And the lies that you told me
Are the lies with which I burn down your world

Out in the desert
No one can control you
No one enslaves you with their stupid-ass rules
Sad heavy twilight
Steals through my desert
Quintillion hot stars
Burn in my night

And I smile for awhile
But my smile soon descends into a growl
And the lies that you told me
Are the lies with which I burn down your world


YOUR STUPID FRIENDS

Your stupid friends
Hang on the corner
Wasting what lives they have
Hear how they blabber
See how they posture
But they don't accomplish much
I would have treated you nice
But you acted as cold as ice
Then I saw you, drunk at the bar
With your stupid friends

What wasted days
Such empty nights
Find you bound with the same old crowd
They like to fight, they like to drink
They always lie but they never think
O how could you be so dumb
Wasting all of your time with scum?
And when you arrive at the end of your life
What will your tombstone read?

Your stupid friends
Some bought the good life
Like the smug adults that they are
Bracelets of gold and a sailboat
And a bright new shiny car
They wasted afternoons at the mall
Buying crap which means nothing at all
What do they have to show
For all their wasted time?

Your stupid friends
Carry on
Like they're still back in Junior High
Soap opera intrigue and empty gossip
Take the place of real life
I would have treated you nice
But you acted as cold as ice
And then I saw you, drunk at the bar
With your stupid friends




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credits

released December 16, 2014

Produced by John Trubee

Erna Nesbitt, RIP—Executive Producer

All Music and Lyrics by John Trubee

All selections published by
Escape From The Evil Dwarves, BMI

except
A BLIND MAN'S PENIS
Music by Will Gentry, Lyrics by John Trubee
published by Vehement Revenge Music, BMI
administered by Bug Music, Inc.
c/o BMG Rights Management (US) LLC

John Trubee---Front Cover Drawing Art
Jim Blanchard---Graphic Design
Dennis Bathory-Kitsz---Back Cover Photo
Bob Groat---Outstanding Electric Guitar Modifications
Kent Fosgren---Excellent Amplifier Repair

Mastered by Mark Chalecki at Little Red Book Mastering
Los Angeles, California

Thanks to Bruce Duff at Tone Duff Studios, Hollywood, California for music file transfers & processing

A Million Thanks to Mooka Rennick
& Everyone at Prairie Sun Recording Studios

Mixed at Prairie Sun Recording Studios, Cotati, California,
September 17 to 21, 2014 Jared Havens-Mix Engineer

A BLIND MAN'S PENIS recorded in Nashville, Tennessee,
in May, 1976. Ramsey Kearney-Vocals. Musicians unknown.
Previously released on Space & Time Records, Enigma Records, MT Records (Germany), Seidboard World Enterprises, Bar/None Records, and Red Rock Records

MANY WHORES COPULATE FOR MONEY, TWILIGHT SONG, LITTLE BOY MELVIN RIDES AGAIN, and TAKE A SHIT ON ME are from the Helen Keller World recording sessions, Clear Lake Audio, North Hollywood, California,
December 29, 1998 to January 1, 1999

John Trubee—Electric Guitar
Mark Langton---Vocals
Bruce Duff---Electric Bass
Chas Smith---Pedal Steel Guitar
Michael Rosen---Drums & Percussion
Richie Hass---Vibraphone, Tambourine, & Shakers
MB Gordy---Drums, Bongos, & Percussion




YOUR STUPID FRIENDS
is from the out-of-print CD album WORLD OF LYING PIGS,
recorded at Art Laboe's now demolished Royal Sound Studio at Sunset & La Brea, Hollywood, California,
May 19 to June 13, 1991, and released on MT Records (Germany), 1993

John Trubee---Electric Guitar
Mark Langton---Vocals
Kurt McGettrick---Baritone Saxophone
Chris Jennings---Tenor Saxophone
Greg Degler---Tenor Saxophone
Marc Mylar---Tenor Saxophone
Paul Solomon---Trumpet
Rich Hofman---Trumpet
Ron Barrows---Trumpet
Scott Wright---Trumpet
Ira Nepus--- Trombone
Matt Fleming---Trombone
Toby Holmes---Trombone
Robbie Hioki---Bass Trombone
Richie Hass---Tambourine
Chris Wahl---Percussion
J. Michael Rodriguez---Congas, Percussion
MB Gordy---Drums & Percussion
Michael Rosen---Drums & Percussion
Bruce Duff---Electric Bass
Ed Rhodes---Electric Bass
Mat Gurman---Electric Guitar
Paula Cohen---Electric Guitar
Jonathan “Mako” Sharkey---Fender Rhodes Electric Piano

CHRISTINA'S LULLABY, SONG OF THE TIGER, and HIGH TIDE are from the stillborn album project recording sessions for SATAN KILLED ME TODAY, recorded 2004 and 2005 at Prairie Sun Recording Studios, Cotati, California


John Trubee—Electric Guitar
Laurie Amat—Vocals
Angelena Kyzar---Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Marisa Martinez---Electric Violin
Jessica Rowland---Keyboards
Erik Gergis---Keyboards
Chris Cortese---Swish Organ
Mike McKevitt---Electric Bass
Michael Osborn---Percussion
Andy Rosa---Drums

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