From daemon Wed Jul 20 15:19:49 1994 Received: from uu3.psi.com by dirac.scri.fsu.edu with SMTP id AA23919 (5.67b/IDA-1.4.4 for ); Wed, 20 Jul 1994 15:19:40 -0400 Received: from sunsrvr6.UUCP by uu3.psi.com (5.65b/4.0.071791-PSI/PSINet) via UUCP; id AA17094 for ; Wed, 20 Jul 94 15:14:20 -0400 Received: from sunsrvr3.cci.com by sunsrvr6.cci.com (4.1/SMI-4.1) id AA21635; Wed, 20 Jul 94 14:24:42 EDT Received: from sun152.cci.com by sunsrvr3.cci.com (4.1/SMI-4.1) id AA13364; Wed, 20 Jul 94 14:24:41 EDT Date: Wed, 20 Jul 94 14:24:40 EDT From: slaw@sunsrvr3.cci.com (Scott Lawrence) Message-Id: <9407201824.AA13364@sunsrvr3.cci.com> To: patters@dirac.scri.fsu.edu Subject: THrow this on the web site.. Status: RO I just found this tape on the street... I transcribed all of the words... It's BFPT 24 "Hungry Food Machine". After listening to BFPT:"Hungry Food Machine" One last time, I double-checked all of the lyrics... I made a bunch of mistakes... This should be it.. It seems to be some sort of concept album, bit I can't figure out what the topic is... perhaps something about his pet cat? dunno... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . @ALBUM: Hungry Food Machine (BFPT 24) @HELP: Please transcribed by Jerry (jerry@mail.csh.rit.edu) @SONG: happiness in celery ice creams i think i know what i want ice creams think i want mint fudge swirl ice creams i think i may want some whipped topping ice creams and maybe some sprinkles and wet-nuts don't open your mouth, you won't like what you taste haagen daas isn't the maker of that don't open your mouth, take it from me i have found you can't find happiness in celery ice creams he looks at the other flavors ice creams he sees some wierd ones and some good ones ice creams his eyes drift to something gross ice creams he looks at the new veggie flavors don't open your mouth, you won't like what you taste it's just the worst flavor ever made don't open your mouth, take it from me i have found you can't find happiness in celery i don't know what it is, don't know who made it tastes like it's made out of human skin maybe they stuck some celery in a cage, without a routine or maybe just some flesh caught in that big mixing machine @SONG: the only food i'm hungry. and i can still taste taco bell. and i don't want to think too much about what I can or can not eat. bring me to the kitchen and the fridge and the stove and the sink. but keep me away from that fucking drink. nothing quite like the taste of home cooking maybe i burned the toast. maybe i burned the toast. maybe i burned the toast, oh yeah. maybe i burned the toast. maybe i burned the toast. maybe i burned the toast. maybe i burned the toast, oh yeah. maybe i burned the toast. this is the only food that i want in my eye! this is the only food that i want in my eye! i swallow. right now i just ate everything i found. the big apple pies the blood in the roast are digesting in me. well i want to drink down a cool six-pack of jolt, my body functions are slowing down. nothing quite like the smell of home cooking maybe i burned the toast. maybe i burned the toast. maybe i burned the toast, oh yeah. maybe i burned the toast. maybe i burned the toast. maybe i burned the toast. maybe i burned the toast, oh yeah. maybe i burned the toast. this is the only food that tastes like chicken thigh this is the only food that tastes like chicken thigh @SONG: Moxie she spreads the peanut butter all over the white bread she leaves a bunch of jelly on the linoleum she pours a glass of MOXIE to help it all wash down seeds from a sunflower become her extra snack oh my beautiful sandwich oh my precious meal my dinner my breakfast i am so full of it cookbooks speak of ways that food can manifest angel food cake made to absorb the rest if it's contaminated, or even tainted, throw it all away i now know the depths this drinking straw can reach oh my beautiful pizza oh my precious herbs midnight snack, brunch buffet i am so full of it @SONG: hungrier need you dream you find you taste you eat you hate you swallow you digest you leave me gas me help me help me @SONG: Swallow there is no food up in the fridge tonight no sign of tacos anywhere in sight all that was eaeten came out my behind once I could eat now I can not don't want your food you try to sell this food here i'll make for myself how do i feel? [x2] i'll make it sweeter than the sun i'll get too fat my belt'll undo i dip the cookie into the glass the milk runs down my sweaty flesh runs down my arms 'til gets to the couch makes a mess of the TV room i'll clean it up i'll make it clean after this round of jeopardy give me some food! [x2] i am so hungry on on the inside [x4] give me a coke! [x2] swallow! [x4] a thousand lips a thousand tongues a thousand livers a thousand burgers a thousand ways to make new food i want to make terrible things to eat @SONG: [sand]wich that was the last meal of my last day i built up the food, now i break it all down swam out real far now got stomach pain no need for me to swim, my only breath is spewing out a scream i put my faith in mom and my trust in me now there's nothing but take a big 'ol pee wish i had aspirin, wish i had tylenol wish i had the anacin i got from you i'm the one who ate a lunch i'm the one with this big fucking pain no new tale to tell twenty-six slices of my favorite cheese gotta listen to your big time dumb line "wait thirty minutes" don't think i'm having any fun you know me, i hate stomach pains wish i had aspirin, wish i had tylenol wish i had the anacin that i got from you i want to but i can't turn back but i want to . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . -J.