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TYM DEAL - VOLUME TWO

by TYM DEAL

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1.
Cleopatra 00:48
Instrumental
2.
Wild Petunia 03:21
On the TV screen you cannot enter She's bent and stretched at the fitness center She'll make you burn and make you quake She'll keep you trim as a sirloin steak From your eyebrows to your toes ~ She'll replace the world you know She's your obsession now ~ You odda see the likes of Wild Petunia Separate the fact from fiction She'll cook you in her secret kitchen You'll feel so hot when you begin it She'll wear you down in 20 minutes She can color all your dreams like a Playboy magazine Have you thinking wild while she’s making you sweat She'll melt you down ~ She'll fire you up ~ She'll pump your blood You odda see the legs on Wild Petunia Yeah, you really odda see her with your own two eyes No need to plead and beg with Wild Petunia Designed to make a grown man fantasize You odda see the likes of Wild Petunia Yeah, you really gotta see her with your own two eyes
3.
Ear To Ear 03:30
Hand grenades and grand parades Snake charmers biting venomous snakes Wild blaring speakers from TVs Prevent the news from getting through All eardrums they penetrate Without silence we reclaim delights that swell our aural veins Loud decibels in hemispheres crisscrossed in stores between our ears No one hears and gets very far Common words from citizens Pig gossip passed from wolf to men Large tihslub tosses from ear to ear From ear to ear to ear to ear All happy victims retreat here Hard wrenches in a soft machine Those spinning wheels need grease and grease … and grease … and grease Noise that starts the stress release
4.
The man who sold the world is now a hustler and a miser He feels no more wiser than he did before the deal It must have been a myth that he could have been a martyr The moment that he tried to he had better things to do The social pages claim he is selling something new He rebuilt the pyramids out of Sony ghetto-blasters Now his music's playing louder than it's ever been before He photographed your world with a million tiny cameras Then he put them on display for your Mistresses and Masters He stole like Robin Hood ~ But he gave like Ma Teresa Then he overmaxed his Visa to push prozac on the world One thing is for sure: The world is spinning faster Now he only lives to entertain your Mistresses and Masters What started out as fact has turned into science fiction All the curfews and restrictions have been lifted from the world So go out and paint the sky green and gold and alabaster For the pleasure of your eyes and your Mistresses and Masters
5.
Toxic World 04:33
I smoked Dadubees in my car ~ My rolling steel killing jar With a torso tight with tar I became the President of Toxic World My blindness hid me from the sun and most of what I did was fun Old Milwaukee wet lunch showed me brandy before nine I got blind in both my ears ~ I got deaf in both my eyes in Toxic World Just like premeditated genocide you only buy in jars Mother Earth is so afraid she'll perish before Mars in Toxic World Smile while paying tax on toxins for your breathing mask in Toxic World Liquid courage in a can will make a mouse of any man in Toxic World In Toxic World we choose the slowest forms of suicide Abuses them in our bars Everybody signs up for vacations out to Mars in Toxic World
6.
It's not the size of your pen but how big you write your name Sonny, adhere to the object of the game Stay true to the family plan Bow down not to any man Advice can drive you inside! Know the wolves you run with ~ Don't fall patsy to desires And look out for Little Vampires! Dot your I's and J's and keep your power to your brood Don't take on giant cities unprepared Careful what you do down south! Spit out what is in your mouth! They'll sink their fangs into you! Liar! Liar! Soul's on fire! Careful what you choose ... and look out for Little Vampires! Those vampires will: Tax your castle ~ Tax your moat Tax your gators ~ Tax your goat Tax your sternum ~ Tax your throat Tax your trousers ~ Tax your coat Tax your tunes and big TV ~ Tax your gas and SUV Tax your children ~ Tax your wife Tax your tax and tax your life Tax your books of poetry ~ Tax you for eternity ~ Tax your casket After that there's bloody inheritance tax Forever there's their aftermath Trust the pack you run with, boy, and watch your P's and Q's Memorize your atmosphere and gather all the clues And look out for Little Vampires! “Careful what you wish for,” I can still hear Pappy say “Sonny, hate the player, always love your game” Travel swift to beat their rap or fall into their booby trap They'll suck the blood oudda you! Liar! Liar! Truth defilers cast a spell on you Don't let your fingers trip their wires Careful or you're screwed! ... and beware of Little Vampires!
7.
He went from zero to be swimming in the dollars Rags to riches in forty seconds flat He donned the bling and the diamond-stud collars The world was his welcome mat But that was zen and this is now! Holy cow! He had cars, he had bars, he had babes and guitars He had power and fame ~ He was tops in the news He was dabbling in drugs ~ He was drowning in booze First they built him up to be an overnight sensation Next day they are calling him the Scourge of the Nation His spirits went down as the bills piled up There was no more Cristal in his gold-plated cup The Repo Man brought fleets of vans and wheeled up to his door Clipped his wings, stripped his bling and towed his '98 Porsche Cameras, cameras everywhere! But not a safe location Vultures often love to bleed a carcass where it falls First they built him up to be an overnight sensation Next day they are calling him the Scourge of the Nation First they built him up to be an overnight sensation Next day they are calling him the Scourge of the Nation
8.
Octopus 03:02
SCENE I: A crazy old bird from a crazy old house Chanting a curse with her twisted old mouth She's hitting those men ~ Now she's spitting at them She has debates with herself ~ She has debates with herself She has debates with herself ~ Now she has pigeons for friends She got snagged by an octopus SCENE II: This decrepit young man thinks he's a modern Chopin He's playing calypso with a stick and a can His style is unique but his groove is off-beat I feel sorry for him ~ He has no steel in his can I feel sorry for him ~ He has no shoes on his feet He got snagged and dragged down by an octopus SCENE III: She says she thinks she's a girl from a parallel world She's pulling my hair ~ She wants to take me somewhere Her husband was thin and I remind her of him But I can't be that thin ~ He's been dead for ten years (Man, it sucked to be him) Octopus!!! He got ripped off, stripped off bad by an octopus
9.
Laughing Gas 03:40
At 11:59 we can bide each other's time We can talk about the future and the past Turn up all the gain ~ Ride that crazy train We can own the nights again ~ We can laugh Better believe we can Better believe we can Have to believe we can laugh At 11:59 we can waste each other's time We can empty all the bottles in the cask Wallow like two rats in the crumbling bric-o-brac We can pass along a smile or a snack They'll think we're on laughing gas Think we're on laughing gas Think we're on laughing gas Life is like laughing gas Life is like laughing gas Life is like laughing gas
10.
Nebula Man 04:45
She's a rainbow and He's her Nero (He is an oracle quoting cryptic scriptures in a park) She's a field and He's her scarecrow (She is sleek ribbons of deep colors on the wings of meadowlarks) She's a raven and He's a sparrow (He is the charcoal and the carrot making up a snowman's face) He's her Pharoah and She's an arrow (He is The Voyageur searching for his name in outer space) He wants to be the king of the whole damned thing The pick of the lot who plays a bad mad scientist He's a flake and her fan ~ She does what she can When she spends her life with Nebula Man Nebula Man ~ Nebula Man ~ Nebula Man She's a good host and He's a lamp post (She is vibrant colors from the tail of a comet after dark) She's a dreamboat and He's cerebral (He is The Bicyclist on the back of every playing card) He's the Libra ~ A Philanthropic Zebra (She is a fire, ruby red, like the oval heart of Mars) He's her distant and frigid Pluto (He is the little copper wires in the pickups of guitars) He wants to be the cure for the cancers to push a pin on the chart He has to beat the questions and answers He's a wondering man with his paths and his plans And they share the head of Nebula Man Nebula Man ~ Nebula Man ~ Nebula Man NEBULA MAN: I am The Libra ~ A Philharmonic Zebra Freedom Man delivered ~ Enveloped in retro-vogue No rings on my fingers ~ Still I am Saturn The great magnetic field in the core of the stars He has to beat the laws of the jungle and taste the steel of a knife He has a helluva wife with a helluva life ~ He's a helluva man He does what He can ~ She shares a bed with Nebula Man Nebula Man ~ Nebula Man ~ Nebula Man

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TYM DEAL - VOLUME TWO is the second of three albums to be released in 2011. It is comprised of songs selected from 6 solo albums that were recorded between 2001 and 2006.

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released December 1, 2011

All music and lyrics by Tym Deal.
All guitars, bass, keyboard, drums, percussion, and vocals by Tym Deal.

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