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| Song Title | Recording | Song Title | Recording |
|---|---|---|---|
| Frogs In Cream | (tape) | The Ghost Program | (tape) |
| Drydock | MP3 | ||
There were two frogs on Grandma's farm
And they fell in a bucket of cream
And the first frog said, "this is dreadful stuff,
I wish I was back in my stream"
Internal Chorus
I can't see through it and I can't swim in it
It's too thick to breathe for more than a minute
I wish I was dead and my sins were forgiven
Cause a world like this ain't fit to live in.
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Then he lifted up his hands with a mournful sound
Sank to the bottom and drowned.
The second frog saw the first frog die
Knew that his chances were slim
Said, "I wish I knew the right thing to do
But all I can do is swim"
(Chorus)
"But it sure as hell can't hurt to try
So I'm gonna keep kicking till I die."
Things just went from bad to worse
The cream got thicker and thicker
And the thicker it got, the madder he got
He kept kicking harder and quicker
(Chorus)
He kicked and he kicked till he churned that cream
Then he climbed on the butter and jumped in the stream
That goes to show it pays to kick
And I just remembered that frog
Cause I stepped outside for a breath of air
And all I could get was smog
(Chorus)
The water's gettin' dirty and the air's gettin' thick
You gonna give up and drown or get out and kick?
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An old programmer hacked his code alone and late at night
He tried to save his program just in case he had it right
When all at once an error message flashed across the screen
An O.S. dump in octal - - from a virtual machine
Yippie A.I. - - - yippie I/O
The ghost program in the drive
The drives were spinning backwards and the heads began to seek
The printer gave ten formfeeds and started spewing Greek
The speaker moaned and giggled through the tolling of a bell
And the picture on the monitor - - - was an inside view of Hell
The flames were red and ravenous to torture all the damned
The daemons stood there laughing with their pitchforks in their hands
Control - C couldn't kill it, RESET wouldn't work at all
WHen he tried to pull the power cord - - - it was welded to the wall
The program finally ran its course and off the screen it scrolled
Two flashing lines it left behind, they made his blood run cold
"Programer, change your ways today, or this will be your fate
You'll come back as machine code - - - for an 8088"
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They've got to fix our ferry boat, she's going into dock
Drydock (Marooned on Lummi Island)
Lummi Island is cut off from the mainland for a couple of
weeks every year. Flip and I played a concert there two days
before drydock. Some people were too busy preparing to listen.
And everyone on Lummi Island's going into shock
The heartbeat of our way of life's the turning of her screw
We're marooned on Lummi Island and we don't know what to do
We're marooned on Lummi Island till they fix the Whatcom Chief
We're marooned on Lummi Island and there's no sign of relief
We miss our friends in Bellingham, we're running out of beer
But till they fix the Whatcom Chief we're stuck right here
We have to have our cars here,or how would we get home?
But the mainland still is calling us far across the foam
There's a little boat to take us, so the ferry notice sez
But ourcars are stuck on Lummi so we can't get past the Res
We go down to the stormy sea each and every night
Send messages in bottles about our awful plight
Some of us drink Montrachet and some of us drink gin
We've got to drain the bottles just to put the message in
Some of us are angry and our faces are bright red
Some of us are sad, we'd rather go to work instead
Though some are red and some are blue, we all can share the grief
Mix red and blue, we get marooned . . until they fix the Chief