Killing Time Lyrics

Train Train is a favorite, and hats off to someone who can write

"this town stinks of savoir-faire, Chevaliers everywhere

time makes boors of all of us, imagine my despair," or

 

"so let's drink a toast

to the sex we had

it was mostly bad

still all in all i'm glad

for the sex we had"

 

MacKellar's own style combines some Brecht and Dahl in witty juxtaposition.

 

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 Manic Rant

woke up this morning feeling good

hadn't happened in a couple months

think i see the light at the end of the tunnel

don't know why but i got this hunch

i'm feeling good got no aggravation

i'm doing alright

 

i think i'm getting a little perspective

my vision is clear as a bell

i think my thoughts are coming together

i believe my thoughts are starting to gel

i'm feeling good got no complication

i'm doing alright

 

went out and walked around the city

people seemed pretty nice if you can believe that

saw how you just might get to like the place

settle down if you can believe that

i'm feeling good need no consultation

i'm doing alright

 

i know you think i'm being manic

you're betting i'll be down again

that's why i’m cutting you loose

you and all my other two-bit friends

i'm feeling good need no medication

i'm doing alright

 

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The Belle of Beirut

 

she was the belle of beirut

worked for a human rights ngo

a quiet elegance there that comes from being in the know

 

he was a model for the camp

looked after his sisters and mother

a quiet dignity there that comes from looking after others

 

she went to soas

very critical of orientalism

said the the clan view of lebanese politics comes from looking at it through an orientalist prism

 

he was attentive at prayers

though he dealt a little weed

got himself detained and given a talking-to once or twice, that’s what the young ones need

 

she slipped into comfortable shoes

he strapped on a suicide bomb belt

then each rode Vespas off to play the hands of cards that fate had so cruelly dealt

 

they went up in smithereens

he got the virgins and the silken robes

she was a maronite and dressed with a kind of whore of Babylon vibe, so about her, I don’t know

 

she was the belle of Beirut

he was a model for the camp

she was the belle of Beirut

he was a model for the camp

 

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This Town Stinks

 

i live in a box below the box above above the box below

i do what i do 'cause someone smarter than me told me so

this town stinks of expertise, talent is everywhere

time makes fools of all of us, imagine my despair

 

Yodelayio

Yodelayio

 

i got a girl, she lives uptown, she lives up there and me down here

i do as i will with her, with me, she's learned to live in fear

this town stinks of tyrany, big bosses everywhere

time makes slaves of all of us, imagine my despair

 

 

went out last night and drank and danced and danced and drank some more

i jerked and frugged my way around and found my own way to the door

this town stinks of savoir-faire, Chevaliers everywhere

time makes boors of all of us, imagine my despair

 

 

i said that he said that she said that he said i

said that he said that she never would say die

this town stinks of words, hot air is everywhere

time makes mutes of all of us, imagine my despair

 

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End of the Affair

 

you say you're in agony

well that's alright with me

this is the end of the affair

 

you always complain

well here you go again

this is the end of the affair

 

so let's drink a toast

to the sex we had

it was mostly bad

still all in all i'm glad

for the sex we had

 

you say it'll be ok

well, what else would you say?

this is the end of the affair

 

stiff upper lip

none of that crying shit

this is the end of the affair

 

so let's share a joke

about the drugs we took

every drug in the book

it's a miracle we weren't hooked

by the drugs we took

 

i know that it makes no sense

but i'm still under your influence

though it's the end of the affair

 

isn't it fine,

the healing touch of time?

this is the end of the affair

 

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Lisa

 

Her name is Lisa and she's finishing up at the Kennedy School

She does environmental policy and she's nobody's fool

Her work is deeply informed by the theory of evolutionary games

She's interested in institutions and how problems get framed

 

Well, Lisa, I had a dream

I was tossed by a storm on a ship at sea

I came to, battered and bruised

On a foreign shore of a foreign country

 

I looked up at the hillside

And there was a gallows with your body hanging from it

Whereupon I fell to my knees and I kissed the sand

And I thanked God for directing me to a christian land

I thanked God for directing me to a christian land

I thanked God for directing me to a christian land

 

Well, Lisa, you may have your theories, but it's just a fact

When you start having dreams like that, there's no turning back

You can negotiate but every contract is flawed

And everybody knows that posession's nine tenths of the law

 

Well, Lisa, I had another dream

We were going from room to room at some dumb party

You were drunk and I was drunk and everybody else was drunk too

We were all having fun

 

I looked out a window

And there was a gallows with your body hanging from it

Whereupon I fell to my knees and kissed the hostesses gown

And I thank God I live in such a happening town

I thank God I live in such a happening town

I thank God I live in such a happening town

 

Her name is Lisa and she's finishing up at the Kennedy School

She's nice to everybody, cause she's destined to rule

Nana nana na, nana nana nana

Nana nana na, nana nana nana

 

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Betrayed, Deceived and Confused

 

The stench that hangs in the air tonight is betrayal

Take a deep breath and you'll choke and die betrayed

 

Betrayed by parents to weak to protect you

Betrayed by children who grow up to reject you

Betrayed by your friends and everyone else

Most of all betrayed by yourself

 

Betrayal tends to give rise to deception

Twenty to one you'll go to bed deceived

 

Deceived by preachers out to convert you

Deceived by teachers out to pervert you

Deceived by your friends and everyone else

Most of all deceived by yourself

 

Deception gives rise, ineluctably, to confusion

Look at me with a straight face and tell me you're not confused

 

Confused by generals out to enlist you

Confused by sacophants who just can't resist you

Confused by your friends and everyone else

Most of all confused by yourself

 

Betrayal, deception and confusion taken together pack a powerful punch

It's why the world's screwed up, in case you haven't noticed

 

Screwed up by lovers who give only abuse

Screwed up by liars who are telling the truth

Screwed up by you and everyone else

Most of all screwed up by yourself

 

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What a Great Love

 

What a great love, we've got

wouldn't we lose a lot

If we let it slip away

That would be our unlucky day

 

Through the years, across the miles

Through the tears, and the smiles

What a great love we've got

 

What a great love we have

For every scrape, a salve

A balm for every ache

This bond we must not break

 

Two steps ahead, one step back

Progress none the less, along the track

To the garden of eternal bliss

 

What a great love we've got

Wouldn't we lose a lot

If we pissed it away

That would be our stupid day

 

Here we stand fully fledged

Fully protected, fully hedged

What a glorious prospect we behold

 

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Blood (The Murderer's Song)

 

The open mouth, the staring eyes

Typical look of reproachful surprise

ooh ooh ooh, ho ho ho

ooh ooh ooh, ho ho ho

 

Blood on the carpet, blood on the floor

Blood on the murderer dripping with gore

Blood on the panties dragged from the lake

Traces of semen, the killer's mistake

 

A tin of rat poison, the lid prized off

The husbands convulsion, the infants cough

ooh ooh ooh, ho ho ho

ooh ooh ooh, ho ho ho

 

Blood on his trousers, blood on his shoes

Blood in the garage, an elaborate ruse

Blood on the mattress, screams in the night

Menstrual blood, that's the lawyers delight

 

Now you may well wonder how a song like this comes to get written. Fact is, when I was 23 or 24 years old, I planned to kill someone. Someone who richly deserved it, of course. Well, 2 or 3, 4 days I plotted and schemed. What I was going to do and how I was going to get away with it and What I was going to do with my time in jail on the off chance I got caught. Another 2 or 3, 4 days, I sort of gave up the idea, but murder has remained a point of fascination with me. I have for example just completed a book upon the subject, and there is more where that one came from.

 

The shot gone wild, the daggers thrust

Help the poor struggler, though suffer he must

ooh ooh ooh, ho ho ho

ooh ooh ooh, ho ho ho

 

Blood on the bullet, blood on the knife

Blood on the corpse drained of life

Blood of the sinner, blood of the saint

Blood of our saviour might just be paint

 

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Ain't Love Grand?

 

you read about hitler in the bunker with eva braun

she stuck with him when his generals let him down

he murdered them by the millions but to her his heart was true

i find something comforting in that thought I don’t know about you

 

from götterdämmerung and the thousand-year reich

to a couple drinks too many and hey about last night ain't love grand?

 

ted bundy had a lover who believed his innocence

she stuck with him in defiance of common sense

even had his kid while he was on death row

i wonder what she's told the kid I wonder how much he knows

 

from hollywood idols on the silver screen

to carol and ted in the visitors room behind the coke machine ain't love grand?

 

in the county of los angeles lived charles manson

five foot two I don't think anybody'd call him handsome

and yet he had to fight off all the girls he could recruit

and half the women in california still seem to think he's kinda cute

 

from tate-labianca and the crazed hippie kill

to the corridors of power and monica and bill ain't love grand?

 

no kinds of love are better than others

whatever gets you through the night, sisters and brothers

just like troilus has cressida and heloise had abelard

and ian had myra ‘cause when you're alone, man it's just too fucking hard

 

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End in Tears

 

Friday's boy broke like a toy

Saturday's girl got lost in the world, lost in the world

Sunday's prayer wasn't all there

Still what the hell it's just kiss and tell, just kiss and tell

 

And there's still time, there's still time

For it to end in tears

There's still time, there's still time

For it to end in tears

 

Monday's vow was never out loud

Tuesday's strife cut like a knife, cut like a knife

Wednesday's pain, was it in vain?

Still what the hell, it's just kiss and tell, just kiss and tell

 

And there's still time, there's still time

For it to end in tears

There's still time, there's still time

For it to end in tears

 

Don't cry, here, dry your eyes

Don't shout, we can work it on out, work it on out

Don't scream, pretend it's only a dream

Still what the hell, it's just kiss and tell, just kiss and tell

 

And there's still time, there's still time

For it to end in tears

There's still time, there's still time

For it to end in tears

there's still time, motive and opportunity

For it to end in tears

 

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Train Train

 

can't get spare parts we're low on coal

it's no way to run a railroad but the freight's gotta roll

boy you just drive the thing don't worry what you haul

limping into auschwitz-birkenau

train train

 

it's no time to be sentimental there's a war going on

not that i like it don't get me wrong

but duty is duty and schnapps is schnapps

and once the killing gets going it's hard to stop

train train

 

we’re running at capacity running flat out

there's a system operating that's what it's all about

a question of priorities command and control

the army's paralyzed but the trains still roll

train train

 

so let's drink to the six million most of them jews

drink to the camp prisoners hungry and abused

and when we get down to the dregs of the bottle

let's drink a toast to the man with his hand on the throttle

train train

 

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African Night

 

They took a Swiss Army knife and they cut off his ears

Didn’t hurt as much as you’d think between the adrenaline and the fear

One they gave to his wife to eat on the video cam

The other they sent to the soldiers outside figuring a white ear was

something they would understand

 

lsn’t it bright

O wonderous sight

The beauty you see when you gaze into the African night

 

They got minerals and stuff but the wheels of commerce broke down

Seems like no one wants to do business there anymore since the

video with the guy’s ear got around

The lFls sent in a Big Six firm, told them to sign every check

They lasted six months, said to hell with it; they haven’t been back yet

 

lsn’t it bright

O wonderous sight

The beauty you see when you gaze into the African night

 

They say you pay to play, well l say you pay to kill

From the minute you hit the airport until you leave, you’ll be

haemorrhaging hundred dollar bills

They got ministers driving Mercedes on five hundred a month

and prima gravidas twelve and thirteen haven’t seen a doctor once

 

lsn’t it bright

O wonderous sight

The beauty you see when you gaze into the African night

 

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Bitter and Twisted

 

you always look at the downside

you always have second thoughts

everything that you say

starts off i could i should i would or i ought

 

and you're bitter and twisted

right to the heart

bitter and twisted

that's the way you are

 

you look back on a past

that never really existed

pat yourself on the back

for all the stuff you resisted

 

and you're bitter and twisted

sainte. touche-pas

bitter and twisted

that's the way you are

 

you're going to wait for prince charming

because you bought into that lie

you might as well take drugs and jump out a window

because prince charming's never going to arrive

because prince charming's never going to arrive

because prince charming's never going to arrive

you might as well take drugs and jump out a window

because prince charming's never going to arrive

 

and you'll die bitter and twisted,

old and alone

brooding in solitude

on dreams of youth that have flown

 

bitter and twisted

right to the heart

cold and suspicious

that's the way you are

bitter and twisted

ste. touche-pas

choking on purity

that's the way you are

 

and you'll die bitter and twisted

old and alone

brooding in solitude

on dreams of youth that have flown

 

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What Goes on between a Man and a Woman

 

what goes on between a man and a women is a scandal

everybody is running around looking for a handle

all the lies all the abuse all the fuss and what’s the use?

 

na na na na na

na na na na

 

there you sit with contorted features and a quivering lip

and the jerk on the other end of the telephone line has the nerve to say hey get a grip

all the early expectations end in pain and humiliation

 

got home from a date on Saturday night looked at myself in the bathroom mirror

i asked myself compared to last saturday night was i any nearer

to virtue? that’s a joke. to freedom? not when you’re broke. to god when you don’t believe?

 

what goes on between a man and a woman is an insult

everybody is running around looking for results

all the witty repartée when you don't have a thing to say

all the expense and aggravation all the naked manipulation

 

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The Power of Ideas

 

The power of ideas is much greater than generally credited

Wrote Cane, John Maynard Cane

 

Seven o'clock Monday morning on the number nine train

The weather is seasonal and the passengers are game

They got slaughtered last week, gonna' get slaughtered again

Making express stops only to the slaughter pen

 

And there's an imp riding on your shoulder

His name is Charles Darwin

And he chatters in your ear

This is your tragedy, your doomed to run the course

You must deliver the message that was entrusted to you

And you say my God, can this be?

Don't you mean somebody else, not me?

Could not love or drugs or discipline set me free?

 

And he says no, this is bigger than you are

It's at the level of the species and your goose is cooked

So you hide your face behind the thin times

Tell your colledge friends that you're doing fine

With your shit house and your shit wife

And your shit job and your shit life

 

And now he's a mosquito buzzing in your ear

Dressed in academic regalia with a mace and mortar board

I am the ghost that haunts the social sciences

I make mockery of what passes for critical thought

You say my God, can this be?

Do you mean authors like me?

Could not Marx or Freud or Nietsche set me free?

 

And he says no, this is bigger than they are

It's at the level of the species and you've bought the farm

 

This is your tragedy, you're doomed to run the course

You must deliver the message that was entrusted to you

And you say my God, can this be?

Do you really mean me?

Could not love or drugs or discipline set me free?

 

The power of ideas is much greater than generally credited

Wrote Cane, John Maynard Cane

 

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