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Intro with David U.
00:22
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Fake
03:05
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I love fake things
Gold and diamond rings
The things that I wear
Golden fur off a grizzly bear
And all the things I want
Are deep down inside
These things are not real
I'm taking a ride
I'm an adult
And I'm a little boy
These things are but toys
For my gentle mind
I love fake things
Money and all the glorious things
The things that I eat
Chocolate, paté and little kids' feet
And all the things I want
Are deep down inside
These things are not real
I'm taking a ride
I'm an adult
And I'm a little boy
These things are but toys
For my gentle mind
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Love
03:14
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My feelings are real feelings
My love real love
Summer of love
Yes it was
Rolling on the garden green
You and me
What a team
Do you know what I mean
The way things are
Should always be
We might even have to live in a treee
We've got so much in common baby
Maybe someday we will marry
There's so much love in the world
You can see it on your TV screen
In South Africa
El Salvador
or Washington DC
Democrats
Republicans
Libertarians too
It's the summer of love
'69, '87, '82
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5. |
Papa Greg
03:28
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Papa Greg won't take it no more
He's grown tired of government man
He's grown tired of the holy plan
Papa Greg does not like it here
Machinery man creates, destroys
Where woman gives birth to goverment toys
Papa Greg can see through this mess
Flying by day, he sees the light
Flying by day, flying by night
Papa Greg is finding it hard to breathe
As man cuts down all the trees
And replaces them with smokestacks
Higher are these!
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Pave The Way
04:20
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Look over yonder
What do you see
I see cities, factories
I feel a pull, deep inside
Towards the sun, to the sky
I feel the earth under my feet
I can hear my heart beat
Now I know why I'm alive
And I know that we will survive
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Sunrise
04:45
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With the birds flying over my head
As they dive into the sea
United we can destroy Babylon
You and me and PJD must see
The day we meet atop Mount Zion
My home is life on Earth
The Earth Man tries to turn into a machine
He ain't gonna kick me out of my home
We are caught in between
A sick man's game which destroys the Earth
These politicians have been dead from birth
They are not in touch with what is inside
I don't want anything except to be
Just like the wise man they call Adin
I can't turn my mind off, set me free
I'd rather just give my head to the invisible wind
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8. |
Station ID with David U.
00:45
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Rolls Royce
Mercedes Benz
Chevrolet
General Motors
Big house
In the shade
With an American flag
You masturbate
There's a stink in the air
The smell of 3-piece suits that they wear
They aren't me or my bass
They are the killers of the human race
As they dirve by the homeless
In their fancy cars
They agree with politicians
The ones who are killing us
And all the pigeons
In the morning they wear thongs
But they don't care about those nuclear bombs
As they drive by the homeless
In their fancy cars
All the homeless living on the streets
All the poor who were killed by police
At the feet of rich businessmen they lay
Staring at patent leather shoes and briefcases
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Sunride
04:06
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Gaze
05:31
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Long Forgotten Summer
02:52
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Long forgotten summer
In a long forgotten past
Of adults who have problems
And whose lives will never last
Sold out all their values
For three piece suits and ties
Sold out all their values
For ignorance and lies
Present, past,
Or future tense
Life is a white
Picket fence
That guards the memories
Of an adult's mind
Memories of summers past
Are so sublime
I've got the earth under my feet
There are no words to spell defeat
There is no time to have or lend
Because my summers will never end
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15. |
Smashing Clocks
04:16
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Clock on the wall just sits
I'd like to smash it to bits
Please Mr. Businessman go away
Please let me live my own way
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Surfing During Halloween
05:42
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17. |
Detonate
04:42
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Things are falling down now
I get so frustrated when I see
There's nothing I can do
We're all oppressed now
Government lies through their teeth
When the night shines
They stand up on the moon and yell
Detonate! Explode!
You man think I'm crazy
But I'm a human being not like you
Violence is a fact
Building bombs to keep the peace
Hides the fact all they want to do is
Detonate! Explode!
Tying me up
Bringing me down
You won't compromise
So set in your ways
I am not a prisoner
But that's a whole other thing
Innocence and guilt mean nothing to me
I see the sun rise
It burns through your hatred
It bursts through your disease
Detonate! Explode!
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18. |
Interview with David U.
12:46
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Treacherous Jaywalkers Los Angeles, California
Treacherous Jaywalkers were a Los Angeles punk band between 1984-1992. This site is an ongoing repository of all
Treacherous Jaywalkers studio and live recordings, with the exception of the three albums they released on SST Records in 1988 and 1989, respectively.
Josh Haden - bass, vocals
Quinn Haber - guitar
James Fenton - drums
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