The Brown Album
Fellow colleges, distinguished members of the press, ladies
and gentlemen
I would like to take this opportunity to personally and humbly
thank each and every one of you
For joining us at this particular event
It is my hope that we can utilize this meeting of the minds
To successfully convey the essence of our platform to you,
A grand and noble audience
As I look out among the faces,
I reflect taking console in the words of Franklin Delano
Roosevelt who said,
"We have nothing to fear but fear itself"
Paranoia is a disease unto itself, and may I add,
the person standing next to you,
May not be who they appear to be, so take precaution.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste, this is true
Many a young person has fallen prey, to the substances that alter
the perspective Of any right thinking individual
The Problem with the youth today is, because of their
inexperience with the world
They cannot attempt to grasp the ideals, set forth by myself and
those who preceded me
But, as history has shown, they will come around,
and embrace our philosophies And become model citizens in their
own right,
God bless this great nation
They found James Ambrose dead in his cell
A gaping gash in his arm had drained him down to Hell
No one knew for sure if Ambrose was his name
They called him Yankee Sullivan in early days of fame
He'd known the game of fisticuffs had always treated him right
But no one knew the men who came and took his life that night
He'd spent some time in Botany Bay atoning for his sins
He fought a bout with Hammer Lane and took a tainted win
He was the hero of the Bowery, a prince of lawless times
Then was battered by the "Butcherman" in 1849
He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of might
But no one knew the men who came and took his life one night
He knew the game of fisticuffs
Lilly and McCoy were shy of a hundred and forty pounds
In 1842 they went a hundred and eighteen rounds
They begged McCoy to cash it in, he said that he would not
Got up and fought one more round then died right on the spot
He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of fight
But no one knew the game would come and take his life that night
He was a mighty golden boy, as gold as ever seen
But when he stepped up to the podium, you could tell that boy was
mean
His arms was made of nickel, and his forehead made of wood
An affidavit from the principal says,"This boy just ain't no
good"
He stood before the union, and he made a solemn oath
Uphold the purity of his creed, the others he would toast
He worked nights at the liquor mart, and he drank to pad his pay
When he caught him liftinı 40's, he shot a boy last May
His momma asked why?
His lawyer in the courtroom, made a noble plea
And the judge he gave him eighteen months, but he was out in
three
When asked if he ever felt remorse while sittin' up in that pen
He said "Hell no, ya know a thief's a thief
And I'd shoot that fucker again"
They broke out in laughter again
His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in
And he stood by and waited to be called
The talk was of times thatıd gone by
And the quantity and quality of women they lie
His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry
As he stood by and waited to be called
He stood by and waited to be called
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls
He got up and tried it again
For lack of persistence is surely a sin
As he stood by and waited to be called
He looked to the lightning with glee
And admired his vessel for it's symmetry
Feeling twelve units shy of a bachelorıs degree
As he stood by and waited to be called
He stood by and waited to be called
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls
There's a time for lies
and a time for truth
I say, eye for an eye. Eye for a tooth.
When I roamed young.
I'd scavenge around
Every nook and cranny.
Of our little town
It's nice, so nice, to be .
Pull out the cannon boys
Steal us some wine
Puff Tijuana Smalls
SHAKE HANDS WITH BEEF
She's so fine
She's so sweet
Mom and Pop they raised her
On huge slabs of meat
She's fine
A man of nine
Water derby day
Twenty six pumps
on a Crossman
And it's time to play
It's nice, so nice, to be
Pull out the cannon boys
Steal us some wine
Puff Tijuana Smalls
SHAKE HANDS WITH BEEF
Go..
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4
With the sharpness of a troubadour
I dare you look him in the eye
His stench would make a buzzard cry
He likes Burt in White Lightning
Camelback Cinema
In the dark she sat and wait
For her steady random date
Reflecting back to a time
When eager boys would stand in line
She likes Burt in White Lightning
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4
Lurking in the corridor
He came to buy his weekly whore
At Camelback Cinema
When I was born, the doc he held me by my ankles
Smacked my red behind
They hosed me down, wrapped me like a bean burrito
Then marked the date and time
Hats off, to the ones that string the beads together
And keep the ducks in line
Hats off to all the ones that stood before me
And taught a fool to rhyme
At thirteen, I made myself a motion picture
Out of lumps of clay
At fourteen, I pulled some weeds and bought a four string
Taught myself to play
At seventeen, I'd get naked with a beauty queen
At the Hot Tub Zone
At nineteen, she was livin' hard and snortin' drugs
That decayed her bones
Hats off to the ones that put it all together
And keep their ducks in line
Hats off to all the ones that erred before me
And taught me how to survive
Pass the pen there Billy Bob, I'll write us up a song
Or perhaps I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong
Hand me down a crayon, and I'll draw a mighty oak
'Cause of all my brother Masons, I'm the quickest with a joke
Catch me in the right light, you'll see my shapeıs shaped to
please
And if I shank my trousers down, I'm hung just above the knees
You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty
name
I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin'
Taine
Now step on up to dance the dance, and touch the hand that heals
Like the tallest hog on Wall street, I'm a wheelin' all the deals
They'll carve my face in marble, they'll etch my name in stone
They'll paint my noble portrait, and historify my home
You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty
name
I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin'
Taine
Glad you came, glad you're here
Have some champagne, imported beer
Dig down in your dirt bag
And roll us out a spleef
Been erect here now for thirteen days
And I came to get relief
At Bob's Party Time
Pack my nose with cocaine
Feed my filthy hole
Bust out the dancin' women
I'm prone to lose control
And if by chance I fall down
And bust my head on the floor
Just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak
And point me towards the shore
At Bob's Party Time
Burnin', I feel a burnin' in my stomach
I wanna' know if I'm a gonnaı make it
If I don't just spread my ashes
If I do just spread your mind
Swimmin', I see myself a treadin' water
I see no signs of any other people
There's a heron up above me
I lay back and spread my mind
Duchess, she used to be a movie maker
She used to like to watch the boys watch her
And she saved enough money
To go to Cal and spread her mind
Billy, used to follow the Dead with Arnie
And they made a hundred thousand dollars
But ended up in federal prison
Twenty years for spreading minds
Came up on a worried man, asked him if he had a light
He reached on down, dug in his shoe, figured in his sock he might
He asked if he could come and join, at what we was partakin' in
I says,"Ol' soul if you got a match, you also got yourself a
friend"
The smoke drew hard but laid in good, the neon gave us extra
shine
We passed around a flask of Knockando, and a half litre bottle of
wine
The worried man dropped down to his knees, and let out with a
somber groan
He looked up to me and when I asked, he said,"I'm just
restin' my bones"
I looked down at him, and him up at me, then a smile rose above
his chin
He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down, said,"Listen to
me now my friend"
When I was your age I did it all, more than many men could do
now my possessions are the ones I wear on my back, and this
lighter I keep in my shoe
That's why I'm restin' my bones
I'm restin' my bones for the times I fell, fell and hit myself on
the ground
Restin' my bones for the loneliness, of being the only genius
around
I'm restin' my bones for prosperity, in hopes that it'll do me
some good
I'm restin' bones from amphetamines, see they turned teeth to
balsa wood
I'm restin' bones for Johnny Cash, because for me and mine he's
wearin' black
I'll be restin' my bones for Elvis, I seen him last week at the
track
If I'm restin' bones and you come along, just try and tippy toe
on by
Cause when I'm restin' bones I hope to sleep, and maybe slip away
and die
I went down to Coddingtown To buy for Lucky Dog
Moved on up to Sono-co To clear my head of smog
People round town they all line up To buy them
Chevrolet's But me I talked to the Mopar man Been
talkin' now for days
I went down to Coddingtown It seemed the thing to do
You can get it all down there From tennis balls to glue
Standin' up in the ole smoke shop Met a girl named
Honey Pie If you shamble long enough You wanna' go,
you gotta' go
Bring me on back
Lordy, Lordy, Coddingtown That's the place to be
Lordy, Lordy, Coddingtown That's the place for me
I went down to Coddingtown And met old Santy Claus
Beanie Boy got a hold of that beard Nearly yanked it
from his jaws I stepped on up to the pizza man And
gobbled down some filth I shambled round now too
damn long I wanna' go, I gotta' go
Bring me on back
Lordy, Lordy, Coddingtown That's the place to be
Lordy, Lordy, Coddingtown That's the place for me
A B C D E F G H I gotta' gal wears her toenails long
Drives a red Barracuda, singin' meat packer songs
And she ain't from Kalamazoo
A B C D E F G H I gotta' friend lived in a Mercedes-Benz
Then a 55 Chrysler where the trunk never ends
And the plates say Kalamazoo
He had a steady job and watched what he spent
He'd say I don't believe in payin' no goddamn rent
I'll squirrel away every goddamn cent
And buy my own damn house in Kalamazoo
I knew a guy that mangled his hand
And he went from pipe fittin' to a hot dog stand
They say last year he cleared fifty grand
Selling dogs round Kalamazoo
She turned to the world with a bastard child
Said, "I just can't handle him he's too damn wild"
But the years and the liquor have made him mild
And he lays around Kalamazoo
There was this kid in our neighborhood, his Pop had named him
Renegade.
He lived up to his name With all the trouble that he made.
One day ol' Renegade Snuck into the Park Theater downtown
For a laugh he set fire to the screen Burnt the whole damn place
to the ground
He thought that no one would mind
He did that sort of thing all the time
But his Pop was waitin' for him
At age fifteen Renegade Stole a tow truck from Arnie's Shell
Drove it through the front of a hardware store, spent the night
in a county jail
He didn't seem to mind a bit
He liked the attention he would get
His pop was waitin' for him
Go ahead fishbait...
The man he stepped up to the microphone and he gave it a kiss,
It was a big wet, slippery kiss
And he had sweat dripping off of his nose onto the windscreen.
As he looked out over the audience he said,
"God bless you, God bless you one and all"
Then he took a can of Ronson lighter fluid
and he squirted it over the top of his head
And proceeded to light himself on fire
As he stood there glowing and said,
"Remember this day"
I ain't one for poetry, aint' one for prose. Ain't one for the
scent of a sping-time rose.
But the is one face that I do know, I sure get a kick out of that
Beavis and Butt-head show.
Other day I turn my TV on, and guess what I do see?
Two crazy-ass cartoon sunsabitches staring on back at me.
Said "What the hell's this", and Ler said "Boy,
dont' you know?"
The whole world's gone crazy over that there Beavis and Butt-head
show.
Talk about couch fishing, now I could go for that.
I could go for frog baseball, but I be inclined to use a cat!
On Comedy, I'm a stooges man. I like Larry, Curly and Moe.
But now and then a get a chuckle watchin' the Beavis and
Butt-head show.
Stone-Temple Pearlvana Chain, now there's a helluva band.
They got that original sound that's sweepin' 'cross the land.
Ain't no ZZ Top though, now that's the band for me.
If I had my way MTV'd play just them and AC/DC.
I ain't nothing special, I'm your average kinda man.
I like a frosted barley pop and I drink 'em outta the can!
I don't give a rat's ass about poetry and not a damn 'bout prose.
I sure get a kick outta them Beavis and Butt-head shows.
Butthead: "Hey Beavis..."
Beavis: "What?"
Butthead: "I was just like...thinking and stuff...it was
pretty cool."
Beavis: "Yeah, I'm gonna try that."
Butthead: "TV is cool..."
Beavis: "Yeah, yeah, TV rules....it rules!
Yeah..."
Butthead: "Hey Beavis...I heard that pretty soon, they're
gonna have, like, 500 channels.
That's gonna be cool."
Beavis: "Really? That would be cool."
Butthead: "You know what would be really cool, though? If
like, one of the channels didn't suck."
Beavis: "Yeah, but, like, if one of them didn't suck, why
would you need the other...um...
three hundred and twenty-seven?"
Butthead: "Because, you know all those TV shows that suck?
It's like, you gotta put them
somewhere! You can't put 'em on the cool channel!"
Beavis: "Yeah, yeah! They should call it the cool
channel!"
Going out to South Park, gonna have myself a time.
Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation.
Going out to South Park, gonna leave my woes behind.
Ample parking day or night, people shouting "howdy
neighbor!"
Heading on out to South Park, see as if I can't unwind.
I like girls with big vaginas, I like girls with big fat
titties.
So come on out to South Park and meet some friends of mine.
I'm going down to South Park, gonna have myself a time.
Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation.
Going down to South Park, gonna leave my woes behind.
Ample parking day or night, people shouting "howdy
neighbor!"
Heading on out to South Park, gonna see if I can't unwind.
I like girls with big vaginas, I like girls with big fat
titties.
So come on down to South Park and meet some friends of mine.