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All Sixes and Sevens
AHHH!!! We had our first show and it ROCKED! Good times had by all (hopefully). Anyway, as you can see, there is a picture from the show. It's basically the only good one from Mark's bunch of pics, but Cass should be getting hers back soon and then we can see those.

Set list played:
El Scorcho - Weezer
Beautiful People - original
I Love Rock n' Roll - Joan Jett
W. Song - original
Rivers of Babylon
Brainstew - Green Day

Shows

Friday, December 13, 2002- Ashland High School

Past Shows:
Saturday, November 2, 2002- Holliston VFW, 7 pm

Lyrics
All lyrics by Beth, Evelyn, and Eve

W. Song

Sitting in my little room
Oscillating fan infuses the fumes
Shaws supermarket seems to glow
Produce section looks like Michelangelo
Lovely subtle magic that I've found
Introduces square cookies that bake round

Dream away
Fly away
Soar away
We'll go away

Nervs to me fingertips seem to glow
Into every breath of bone that I know
And your face looks lovelier than ever before
Your head in my arms, as our minds soar
Desecrating skin, while sprawled on the floor
Your fears, and my tears become no more

Dream away
Fly away
Soar away
We'll go away

Shallow impressions and overrated transgressions
And all your sick obsessions and disappointing confessions
Enter abeyance, whilst these sessions
Eradicating conflicts and quenching the tensions
Your voice just can't seem to know
To tell anything and everything your mind wants to show

Dream away
Fly away
Soar away
We'll go away

I'm a little teapot short and stout
Here is my handle and here is my spout
When I'm hot and steamy you'll hear me shout
Tip me over and pour me out!

8 gallon, 7 gallon, 6 gallon, 5 gallon
Empty water bottles lying on the florr
4 gallon, 3 gallon, 2 gallon, 1 gallon
(stops)
'Dude!'
'Dude! I'm in the middle of a song.'
'Dude! Do you think we have enough to make a pyramid?'
"Duuuuuuuuudddeeeee!' (hehehehehehehe)


P.Song

I can't really tell what this is
The aches, pains, stories to tell
Absent-minded, feeble figured
The world emcompasses my flesh
Leaves me to the high deity

Do you feel jaded
Do you feel hated
Your body's desecrated
Your sanity's penetrated
The caressing feel of breese
Can melt you from tight freeze

Perished or survived
A question of morale and character
One at present can't be answered
For simple thoughts and selfish ways
Can never see the light of enlightenment
Their hands are only for themselves
And thus, numerous seeds are eradicated
Perhaps, for the better

Do you feel jaded
Do you feel hated
Your body's desecrated
Your sanity's penetrated
The caressing feel of breese
Can melt you from tight freeze

Teary eyed and stagnant air
Sucks in everything that had good intentions
Such famous gold such priceless breath
Opportunity lost forever to worthless shits
So sad to cry, so feared to save
No salvation prevails in foul hearts
Impossible forgiveness due to careless
So tired of such, so weary of crap
If only a better dawn were seen
I might actually think to make sense of what you mean


Beautiful People

In my head
I keep a list
Of beautiful people
People I know
From streets
From dreams
A girl dressed head to toe in black
Except for a shocking pink scarf

Both tall and skinny
Shorts hanging off their waist
Bracelets covering their arms
Plastic framed glasses and short spiky hair
Bleached, dyed so that even the roots
Could not remember their original color

Sometimes I wonder if you know
I think you're beautiful
Sometimes I wonder if you know
I'm not the only one

As they held each other and softly kissed
The city blurred from view
The sunset behind their heads formed a smoggy halo
And I know they must be angles

Sometimes I wonder if you know
I think you're beautiful
Sometimes I wonder if you know
I'm not the only one

And now I add you to my list
Will it be different now?
On those rare occations when you look me in the eyes
Will you see yourself
Will you see yourself
Standing cool and complacent
Watching the fairies, goths, punks
shadows, amazons, goddesses, angels
pixies, poets, schoolgirls, ravers, loners
skaters, dancing inside my head


Kasten

Chewing chewing all the lies
Choking choking on the flies
Kicking kicking at the glass
Heavy, scoffing are your rasps

Falling falling through your hair
Sleeping sleeping in the air
Praying praying towards the sky
Nothing, nil, no reply

Running running identical lanes
Screaming screaming within the panes
Clawing clawing at the walls
Deaf and dead to your call

Trying trying til I'm red
Thinking thinking what you said
Eyeing eyeing the whole world
Oh god I think I'm gonna hurl

Pulling pulling the pieces apart
Feeling feeling what's at heart
Trusting trusting in this pain
Fuck it, this is all a game

Losing losing every fight
Sobbing sobbing through the night
Smiling smiling through each tear
Intoxicated from the fear

Fading fading are the voices
Choosing choosing between choices
Crying crying at your knees
Deserted, alone with no keys


Tangled Garland Garden

Cigarettes smolder in the ashtray of my mind's eye
With your blond hair dye and red lacquered lips; a prefabricated kiss

I'll lose my tangled garlands
'll beg on my knees if you ask
One of your lipstick kissed gloved arms wrapped around me
I'll give you anything and everything that could have been

I came here for you stained eyes intoxicated touch
I left because in the sequin mirror feather mask I could see my reflection

I'll lose my tangled garlands
'll beg on my knees if you ask
One of your lipstick kissed gloved arms wrapped around me
I'll give you anything and everything that could have been

Your smokey sun-dazed smile won't reel me in no more
But I still want you down to your molten lava dry-ice core

I'll lose my tangled garlands
'll beg on my knees if you ask
One of your lipstick kissed gloved arms wrapped around me
I'll give you anything and everything that could have been

I used to mellow into a jell-o mold, chill me on ice
Just for a slice of your satin acid touch

I'll lose my tangled garlands
'll beg on my knees if you ask
One of your lipstick kissed gloved arms wrapped around me
I'll give you anything and everything that could have been

Cymbol xylophone symphony
When you kiss me into a million monochrimatic colors
Of a crack razorblade tiger-lily

Film noir spersleuth and your kiddie cult following
No matter how big you think you are

I'll lose my tangled garlands
'll beg on my knees if you ask
One of your lipstick kissed gloved arms wrapped around me
I'll give you anything and everything that could have been


You

Entrapped in the clandestine tombs of habitual existance
I meandered in superfluous company for endless years
Through stone barriers and the psyche's aching insistence
I broke through social fetters and tackled all my fears

Awakening from such monotonous slumber and ennui
A precarious yet intrepid caterpillar transformed
Out of trite waters and into blood red chop-suey
Resurfacing, forever informed and temporarily deformed

Gathering up my tatterd members, proceeding with my crutch
Induced by lovely fragrances I sauntered through tantalizing doors
Pleasurably astounded by such a receptive sense of manic touch
I would fain, hungrily succumb to every one of his implores

Devestated when deserted, acclaimed as Courtesan of Console
Heedlessly lobbed into abhorring obsessions and cacophonic progressions
I gasped when slashed, slowly decaying as I lost self-control
Initiating headlong piral into the abyss of desolate confession

A toiled yet tender hand lifts my bruised and swollen chin
Wipes away every blood stained tear I privately wept
Gently undrapes the enigmas and qualms of my daily chagrin
Benign and soothing to his last breath even as I wordlessly slept

An unhealty dispositon sculpted into a bouquet of fruitions
I clutch my heart as rivers of indelible tones surge into my bones
Far adrift into Elysian skies, miles for illigical traditions
I feel as though prior incarcerations were drowned in cast floods

Scrawled in my palm are these letters for you
Lead me to sunsets that I'm not accrued
Brighten my life and compose it anew
You've been my last light, when it's choked coal night






wanna book us??? hehe