Nowhere Standard Time Lyric Sheet


Theme To Nowhere Standard Time

When the world
Stands still
And I
Hold your hand
In mine
I know
I can sleep
Forever
Nowhere Standard Time


Death and Destruction

[Mostly written by Chris Roddy]

Intro/Verse Segue: G C G C
Verse: G C F D  G C F F F D

Chorus:
Death and destruction, death and destruction
We're all gonna die, we're all gonna die
Death and destruction, death and destruction
If you wanna stop it, don't try
'Cause we're all gonna die

Slash our wrists with razor blades
Drink cyanide in our Gatorade
'Cause we're all gonna die

Chorus

Let's start a war, World War III
There'll be lots of fatality
'Cause we're all gonna die

Chorus

We're all gonna die, the world's gonna end
And no one will be here 'cause they'll all be dead
(Everybody now!)

Chorus


Revolution In A Can

Soft part: (E-0--000000-5-6) 3x, E-0--000000-6-5
Loud part: (E5 A5 A#5) 3x, E5 A5 A#5
Pre-chorus, chorus: A5 D5 G5 C5 G#5 C#5
Bridge: E5 A5 C5 G5/G#5 E5 A5 C5 G5

Revolution
In a Can
Cheaper than Ex-Lax
Safer than sand
Sneak it in the building
Pop the lid
Watch the ideals
Come out from where they hid

Failed anthems
Plastic fruit
Broken banners
Wasted youth
Stupid slogans
Twisted phrase
Sloppy seconds
Happy days

Sorry sir or madam but we just don't get enough demand
To stock the stuff fresh, all we got is Revolution in a Can

Bridge

Revolution
In a Can
Helps you stick it
To the man
Placed at eye level
Camouflage green
Smallest package
I've ever seen

You say you want a revolution well here's your revolution in a can

Kill your parents
Go to hell
Buy our product
You must rebel
Worship evil
Grow your hair
Revolution
Will take you there

Bridge

You say you want a revolution well here's your revolution in a can


Asia Carrera

Intro: G G
Verse: C Dm D7 C#(x00231) G G7
Chorus: C Em F G G7
Final arpeggio: 
-0----------------------
--1-1-------------------
---0-0-0----------------
------2-2-2-------------
---------3-3----0-2/3-3-
------------0-3-------0-

I would begin by acquiring the orange properties
While keeping an eye out for railroads and utilities
I would save for an emergency some of the money that I made
And try to get one of every color so that she would have to trade

Chorus (2x):
I want to play Monopoly with Asia Carrera
I think she'd be a worthy opponent and fair

I would put houses on all of my best spaces on the board
But stop at three on each site if that was all I could afford
I would try to stay out of jail early in the game
But later on when the rents go through the roof the rules change

Chorus 2x

It would depend on the strategies that she'd try to do
But I believe that with a bit of luck, I could pull through

Chorus 3x


Posture Pal

How I love my toaster strudel
How I love my posture pal
He's my only friend
And I shot him
And I threw him in the canal

All the fish and the amphibians
Will enjoy his flaky crust
But I can't help
Feeling guilty
For all the things we had not discussed

How I love my toaster strudel
How I love my posture pal
He's my only friend
And I shot him
And I threw him in the canal


I Screw Up Everything I Touch

Soft part (Intro, between verses, the announcer bit)
-----9------9-------11------
---7---7---9-----11----11-0-
-7-------7-----9------------

Loud part (Verses, first parts of chorus)
-9-9-9-7-9-9-9-    -9-11-11-11-11-7-7-
-7-7-7-7-9-9-9- 3x -9-11-11-11-11-7-7-
-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-    -7-9--9--9--9--5-5-

Weird catchy part
-----8---------
-9-9-9-------8-
-9-9-9-7-9-9-9-
-7-7-7-7-9-9-9-
-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-

I tied a pair of handcuffs
Out of one-eighth-inch drip tubing
It was a whole lot better than those Chinese finger puzzles you can buy
I showed it to the villagers
And they were all astounded
They heralded me as a goddess even though I was a guy

Chorus:
I got a black eye and now it's suitable for framing
Though no one's ever cared that much
Sweet woman, I want to be your lover
But I screw up
I screw up everything I touch
I screw up everything I touch [Repeat]

They made me nurse their children
Who all died from malnutrition
And then they got real mad at me and ran me out of town
So I built a racing speedway
Out of "MADE IN THE USA!" drip tubing
I thought I'd marry a cute little trailer-trash chick and settle down

I hired a three-piece band
Called Spaghetti for Breakfast
And they played between the intermissions and after every race
And after the first show I told them
"Hey, you guys were really rockin', man."
And they plugged me into the amplifier and beat me with the bass

Chorus

And the promo goes

The Announcer Bit:
Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! Watch my fragile ego crash and burn! See Big Bill
Davis drive his monster truck into the audience and the attack of the
FUNNY MIDGET CARS FROM _HEEEEEECK_!!!

Solo

I finally got a sponsor
It's Mendocino County
Pet Pharmacy and Basque Cusine and Drip Tubing Supply
They held a big press conference,
Talked about my dedication,
And said they'd back me up with green until the day I die

Well the fortune teller told me
I'd croak when I was 21
And I smiled and pressed some shiny tinfoil into her wizened hand
Well now I'm pushing 30
And I never figured that one out
But as I write these words I think I finally understand
I understand

Chorus


Arbitron

Verse:
1:----------------------10------------------10--------
2:-11-x-11-x-11/10-x-14-10--11-x-11-x-11/10-10-x-14-x-
3:-10-x-10-x-10----x-10-----10-x-10-x-10-------x-10-x-

2:-8-x-8-x-8/7-x-7-x-7--6----
3:-7-x-7-x-7-7-x-7-x-7--5----

Chorus: 
2:-11--10--11--10---8--7--8--7---11--10--11--10---4--3--2---1--
3:-10--10--10--10---7--7--7--7---10--10--10--10---3--3--1---1--

Lyrics:
Arbitron, Arbitron
No one knows his shape
Arbitron, Arbitron, Arbitron
There is no escape

Arbitron, Arbitron
Unafraid to kill
Arbitron, Arbitron, Arbitron
Execute his will

Chorus:
I felt my tendons snap
And flutter all around
I saw my ratings slip
And plummet to the ground
I heard the late night DJ
Drone on and on
But I never knew true terror
Til I saw the face of Arbitron

Arbitron, Arbitron
Do not question why
Arbitron, Arbitron, Arbitron
Tell me who must die

Arbitron, Arbitron
Keeper of the gate
Arbitron, Arbitron, Arbitron
There is no escape

Chorus

Orbit wrong, going gone
Irony and fear
Galveston, anion, telethon
Artist of the year

Parmesan, Forest Lawn
Love-related slop
Genghis Kahn, Parthenon, end of song
Casey Casem pop


100% Pure Java

From up to the middle and around the bend
I'm gonna be there 'til the end
100% Pure Java


The Chickadee

Circling
Over the city
Searching
Looking for food
Soaring
Over the city
Like a hawk
But much smaller

Chorus:
Organic parts, mechanical mind
Mechanical parts, organic mind

The
Chickadee
Sentinel
Of the sky
The
Chickadee
Death
From above

Chorus

Swooping
Diving
Killing
A bug

A killing machine
A killing machine
A killing machine
A killing machine
A killing machine
A killing machine
A killing machine


Don't Leave Me Here (Over There Would Be Fine)

Chords:
C5 C7bassE(xx2310) G   C5 Bb5 G
Bridge: [F C5 G] 3x, then F G G#

In the bridge, the F and G and G# are high chords which you play like this:
-x---  Where x = 5 for F, 7 for G, and 8 for G#
-x+1-
-x---

Don't leave me, don't leave me
Don't leave me here
The sun's in my eyes
And there's grass in my hair
Please don't leave me here
Over there would be fine
Lover of mine

I thought we agreed
That if we should part
That I'd pick the place
Where you'd break my heart
I think I'd prefer
That spot by the pine
Lover of mine

Bridge:
If you have to leave me hurt and afraid
You might as well leave me over there in the shade
And I know that you're mad, but I'm begging you please
It must be a hundred degrees

And yeah, once you're gone
I'll cry my way home
And I'll get real drunk
And I'll sit by the phone
And I'll fall asleep
Smelling like turpentine
Lover of mine

Please don't leave me here
Over there would be fine
Lover of mine


Relativity

G E7+5(032003)

Lyrics:
Intercept
Draw a line
To represent
Your plane and mine
I'm at rest
The sky's the ground
Did my best
To stick around

If I go
Will you stay with me?
If we have
The same velocity
Change some mass
Into energy
Slow down time
Relativity


Radio Free Singapore

Verse riff:
---5----------
-3---------0--
-----0-3-5----

I was playing my guitar
And a man walked up and told me
He wanted to give me a government job
In a small East Asian country

They took me on a tour
And I must say it was nice
They fined you if you scratched your butt
    Bb5             G5
And heaven help you if you did it twice

Chorus:
C5   F5    G5
Country of industry
Information ministry
I was in charge of
Singapore Radio
I was in charge of
Singapore Radio

Bb5                              G5
I was the official heavy metal alternative American dude

Well my first day on the job was rough
'Cause the jet lag had hit
But the people at the studio were nice
They said "Bless our country with your wit"

So I wrote a song about spiders
And another one about monkeys
And I wrote a song about spider monkeys
And as fast as I could write 'em they put 'em out on

Singapore Radio, Singapore Radio
Singapore Radio, Singapore Radio
Singapore Radio, Singapore Radio
Power 98
Singapore Radio, Singapore Radio
24 hours a day

I wrote a song about pizza
And one about happy singing birds
They brought in local vocals
But I wrote all the words

I wrote a song about cereal
And one about silly squirrels
And quite a few about tennis shoes
And seven thousand nine hundred twenty eight about pretty girls

And now I pop my bubble gum pop across the FM band
And the teenage population
Of a small east Asian nation
Worships my almighty power chord hand

Country of industry
1984 meets the dubba-dubba-WB
I was in charge of
Singapore Radio
I ruled the airwaves
Singapore Radio
And I have no regrets
No, not me


Circus

Intro, between verses: C C7 G G7 4x

C
I would enjoy your friendship.
F              G
Do you have to eat my lunch?

Chorus:
G                G7    C7            C
The circus is in town, be a man, run away,
G                 G7        C        C7
If you can't be a man, be a man, run away,
G                G7             C 
If you can't run away, join the circus.

An avalance of plaster
Covers almost everything.

And when you're disembarking
Don't forget to follow me.

Outro (same chords as intro):
If you can't run away (7x)
       C     F   G     G7       C
If you can't run away, join the circus.


Vertigo

(This is supposed to be played on the piano, but here are some chords
that work:)
Intro/Verse: C5 G5+7 C5 G5+7 Bb5 Bb5 F5 F5
Chorus: C5 G5+7 F5 C5 F5 F5 C5 G5+7

Larger than life
She shot herself
Her teeth fell out
Recovery was slow

Her papers were not
In order, no
Her papers were
Anomalous

Keeping to form
She brushed her teeth
She wore a coat
A part she played
Oh yeah

Chorus:
And vertigo makes the world go round
Drop your purse and hug the ground
Vertigo makes the world go round
Drop your purse and hug the ground
Drop your purse and hug the ground

Given a chance
It's so extreme
Larger than life
Her papers were a form

Supressing a yawn
She brushed her teeth
Her teeth fell out
In order, no

Turning around
Her stomach churned
It's so extreme
She shot herself
Oh yeah

Chorus


Literacy Rate

Richard Nixon
Richard Nixon
Tricky Dick
Tricky Dick
"I am keeping Checkers"
"I am not a crook"
Kicked around
Kicked around

Spiro Agnew
Spiro Agnew
Here he comes
Here he comes
Served with Richard Nixon
Resigned for tax evasion
There he goes
There he goes

Next in line was
Next in line was
Gerald Ford
Gerald Ford
Pardoned Richard Nixon
Chevy Chase lampooned him
S.N.L.
S.N.L.

Jimmy Hoffa
Jimmy Hoffa
Where'd he go?
Where'd he go?
J. Edgar Hoover
Threw him in a fish pond
There he is
There he is

Ronald Reagan
Ronald Reagan
Eighty-two
Eighty-two
Couldn't run the country
Now it doesn't matter
Don't recall
Don't recall


Bastille Day

G5 G5 G5/Bb5 G5 G4 E5 (3x)
G5 G5 F5 F5 G5 (2x on chorus)

Lyrics:
Here we go, Bastille Day
Water on wood's a proven fact
Here I am, I'm adult
How am I supposed to act?

In the park, Bastille Day
Time for a celebration, yay
Burn the meat, what the hey
Talkin' 'bout Bastille Day

Breakfast, brunch, picnic lunch
Dinner overlooks the bay
How I got here I don't know
What am I supposed to say?

In the park, Bastille Day
Time for a celebration, yay
Eat off napkins, what the hey
Talkin' 'bout Bastille Day

What am I supposed to do?
Stare at the back of your head and dream?
Try and bend you to my will?
Here's what I wish you'd think

In the park, Bastille Day
Time for a celebration, yay
Let's get drunk, what the hey
Talkin' 'bout Bastille Day

Potato chips, Mr. Pibb
Fodder for the barbecue
Ice chest's open, I forget
What was I gonna do?

In the park, Bastille Day
Time for a celebration, yay
Suck your nipples, they taste okay
Talkin' 'bout Bastille Day


Choppy the Pork Chop

Intro: D A C G D A C7 G7

D          A
Choppy the Pork Chop
C          G
Choppy the Pork Chop
D        A        C7          G7
Throws a fireball at the evil mop
      D          A      C      C7
He'll stop for a burger on his quest
But in the end he will not rest
Until he kills the guy
Who throws his eye
    D         A                G
And from this task he will not stray
He's Choppy the Pork Chop (Choppy the Pork Chop!)
Choppy the Pork Chop (Choppy the Pork Chop!)
E          A
Choppy the Pork Chop, hooray!


<RML>

A5 F5 D5

We will build an empire
We will, Reality Markup Language
We will generate desire
We will develop applications

Have you ever seen the moon up close?
You will
Have you ever shed these human clothes?
You will
Reality Markup Language

We will build an empire
We will, Reality Markup Language
We will sell to any buyer
We will
We will disconnect the anguish
We will
We will reassign the wires
We will
We will cover up the damage

Have you ever spoken to your kids?
You will
Have you ever crushed their tender ids?
You will
Reality Markup Language
Build your own little universe
Simulated people
Everybody likes you
Cheaper than you think


Drool

[By Supernova]

I'm a fool and I like to drool
Hold my pillow on my sheets

Okay!
Right on!


Confectioner's Sugar

Intro/Pre-verse: A5
Verse: A5 F5 E5, A5 F5+7 C5+7
Cookie: G5 G5 (355x4)

When I see her on the strand
I get so excited I can't stand

Cookie:
Take it wherever you take it (3x)

Why don't I just make it out to you?

Cookie

People everywhere just want to be free
I have the most terrible craving for a persimmon cookie
She strikes me as one made of confectioner's sugar

Cookie


When I Was Young

When I was young
I was a young boy
I was no more than a boy
I was no man when I was young
I was so young I was a boy
They called me "Boy" when I was young
They called me young, I was a boy
When I was young I was a boy
I was a boy when I was young

When I was young (When I was young)
I was a boy (I was a boy)
I was a boy (I was a boy)
When I was young (When I was young)
Stop copying everything I say! (Stop copying everything I say!)

Now I am old
I am an old man
I am older than I was
When I was young I was a boy
But now I'm old, I am a man
They say I'm old, I am a man
I am an old man, not a boy
I am too old to be a boy
I am so old I am a man

Now I am old (Now I am old)
I am so old (I am so old)
My prostate hurts (My prostate hurts)
So does my back (So does my back)
Stop copying everything I say! (Stop copying everything I say!)


Epoxy Sunrise, Part 2

You can dance if you want to
You can leave your friends behind
'Cause your friends can't dance like I can't dance
And I don't mind, I don't mind
I don't mind


Malibu

Cm
We have an abusive relationship
    G5+7
She washes the food and I cook it
F
She cooks the food and I eat it
  G5+7
I give her the food and she gives me the time of day

It was just like "Hotel California"
I couldn't leave and it was in California
There's nothing like sand and surf, wash my conscience away

When we're out with one another
It's like Oleander and Holyfield
Silently cursing each other
As we go on down the road

    Fm
She started the fight and she knows it
C5+7
I hit her back and she liked it
  Bb5+7                           G5+7                    F
I know we should stop but we're driving each other to Malibu
Yeah, yeah

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