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Dose
04:41
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Dose
Words and music by Dean Bonzani
copyright 2003
Amped to the gills, look at you, honey
You need a dose of rock and roll
It's Saturday night and I'm feeling impolite
And you know just what'll make me go
There's a five piece playing and they're louder than hell
Put on your big black boots
I need some fuzzy fuzz, need some fuzzy fuzzy fuzz
And a glass of something cold and smooth
Yes, I do
Split at the seams, I can't help believing
I'm your favorite late night snack
I'm a Devil Nut Crunch bar, loaded with bad
Just look at my face on the wrapper
You're a tramp, you're a saint, you're the taste that I crave
Let's go and get a bucket of pain
I'm grinning like a snake and it's all I can take
When I see that vicious look on your face
I love you baby, like the feeling of guitar against my chest
You satisfy me like a bullet from the barrel's end
I'll love you when this world is nothing but a flaming wreck
I love you like I love the feeling of guitar against my chest
I love you like I love the feeling of guitar against my chest
You satisfy me like a bullet from the barrel's end
I'll love you when this world is nothing but a flaming wreck
I love you like I love the feeling of guitar against my chest
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2. |
Dandelion
03:46
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Dandelion
Words and music by Dean Bonzani
copyright 2003
Drag you along like a fucking mule
You need a good talking to
What do you say, let's look under the hood
Nothing's working like it should
A glaze has settled in your eyes
My dainty little dandelion
How can we unhypnotize
My dainty little dandelion
Take you to the water, but you will not drink
You need a good talking to
It's so much later than you think
If thinking's what you ever do
A glaze has settled in your eyes
My dainty little dandelion
You've eaten from a tree of lies
My deadly little dragonfly
Lord, what a mess— this'll take some work
I guarantee that it's gonna hurt
How in the world did that get into your head?
This was no accident
A glaze has settled in your eyes
My dainty little dandelion
You've eaten from a tree of lies
My funky little Frankenstein
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V1 Action Theme
00:47
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4. |
Itch
03:37
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Itch
Words and music by Dean Bonzani
copyright 2011
It's got sparkle flake
Roars like a hurricane
Rolls like an earthquake
Pretty as a rattlesnake
It's got leather from here to forever
Shines like a mothership
Barks like a bullwhip
Damn, I want it...
Thirty round clip
Don't want to stand in front of it
Black as an eclipse
On the dark side of Uranus
Wicked as a prom queen
In a continental's back seat
Spits like a cobra
Tears through anything
Damn, I want it...
Gonna rub that genie lamp
Gonna pile up some fat cash
Beg, borrow and bleed
Gonna satisfy this need
Gonna fast rope through a sky light
Navigate by the starlight
Gonna hot wire
Set it for autofire
Gonna satisfy this desire
Bigger than life
Longer than history
Hot as your buddy's wife
The source of all misery
Crushing everything in its path
Paving the road to Hell with the bones of the damned
Sought after, fought over
And like a good dog you'll roll over
Damn, I want it....
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5. |
Destroying Angel
04:07
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Destroying Angel
words and music by Dean Bonzani
copyright 2011
Imagine my surprise at finding you
So pristine, not a suitor in sight
So achingly pure, so ivory white
Just a little taste, oh, sheer delight
Can't help myself, a connoisseur
Can't resist your coy allure
Just a little bite simply won't do
I'll help myself to all of you
To all of you
To all of you
All of you
Like an apple on a low hanging branch
Like a pie cooling on a ledge
Like a trinket within easy reach
How can something so sweet be the death of me?
Something so sweet
Something so sweet
Something so sweet
The trouble with you goes double for me
Eight lives lost to curiosity
Caution gets tossed to calamity's winds
A fatal feast, a deadly delicacy
Preparing a plate for a dinner of fools
Poke a finger of fate in the eye of the rules
At the hem of your skirt, my trembling lips
You meet my mouth with apocalypse
Apocalypse
With apocalypse
Apocalypse
Like an apple on a low hanging branch
Like a pie cooling on a ledge
Like a trinket within easy reach
How can something so sweet be the death of me?
Something so sweet
Something so sweet
Something so sweet
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6. |
The Price
03:35
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The Price
Words and music by Dean Bonzani
copyright 2011
Siddhartha said that when you hold on to anger
It's like a glowing ember held tight in your fist
If you don't let go, you're the one it will burn
Before it is thrown, you're the one it will burn
You're the one it will burn, if you don't let go
You're the one it will burn, before it is thrown
You're the one it will burn
You're the one it will burn
You're the one it will burn
You're the one it will burn
And you're still looking for a better way
To skillfully wield your resentment and hate
That's your greasy paw on the bone
Your rigid claw clutching the stone
And when it is thrown, that'll be your skull
When the payload comes down, that'll be your home
That'll be your home
That'll be your home
That'll be your home
That'll be your home
And what is the price when you've taken that life?
That child in the field? The husband and wife?
The sons and the daughters, the sisters and brothers?
The fathers and mothers that you have branded the Other?
Will a thousand dollars do? Will five thousand dollars do?
How many zeros on a check would you want your mom to get if it was you?
And it will be you
It will be you
In a hallway at night. In a park with your friends
On a beautiful day. Without any warning
As you're raising a toast. As you're holding her hand
And she looks to the sky
It will be you. It will be you
It will be you. It will be you
It will be US. It will be US
It will be US. It will be US
IT WILL BE US. IT WILL BE US.
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7. |
Fuzzy Bunny Slippers
04:52
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Fuzzy Bunny Slippers (words & music ©1996 by Dean Bonzani)
Please act your age- you're making such a spectacle
Tugging at your stockingtops
Fogging up my spectacles
Cradle to grave- you strike me as a cannibal
Your hunger is insatiable
Your influence is terrible
Can't fool me with your fuzzy bunny slippers
Put that thing down- I can't take you anywhere
You're pulling a crowd
Wondering at your underwear
Mugging like a fishwife
Cooing like a babydoll
Pouting like a precious child
Seething like a demon bride
Slide your toes inside those fuzzy bunny slippers
Must be those lashes curling like a butterfly's fingers
Can't be those thighs that are tripping my trigger
What's the allure of your infantile behavior?
Sweet little babycakes- forbidden flavour
Linger on my lips like a stolen kiss
Pacify your urges with my fingertips
Trailing from your hips to your fuzzy bunny slippers
Must be those lashes curling like a butterfly's fingers
Can't be those thighs that are tripping my trigger
Maybe it's your tattoos
Maybe it's your saddleshoes
Come at me like voodoo
Foonicello hairdo
Maybe it's your lipgloss
Or that debutante head toss
Scorpion or applesauce?
Spiderweb or candyfloss?
Maybe it's the cut of your fuzzy bunny slippers
Maybe it's the jib of your fuzzy bunny slippers
Must be those lashes curling like a butterfly's fingers
Can't be those thighs that are tripping my trigger
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In the 3 A.M. when the desert's waking
Will you be taking your leave of the room
Do you know the old trail by the Cottonwoods leading
To cliffs of vermilion and lavender hues
As those silver beauties glide into the desert heat
Filled to capacity, lit up like a Christmas tree
You just can't seem to shake off the memory
Of two Airstream trailers burning like a garbage heap
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DEan Bonzani Cedaredge, Colorado
Dean Bonzani, the Mysterious Stranger, lives on Colorado's Western Slope, where he makes phantasmagoric music and co-produces the Puppet Show at The End of Time.
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