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Introduction
00:26
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Commercials
05:29
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Commercials by Abel Ashes
Here's some commercials, advertisements
Here's some commercials you stupid ass
Here's some commercials, advertisements
Here's some commercials you stupid ass
It's craft macaroni with a shitload of cheese
That's craft macaroni with a shitload of cheese
Craft macaroni with a shitload of cheese
That's craft macaroni with a shitload of cheese
Here's some commercials, advertisements
Here's some commercials you stupid ass
Here's some commercials, advertisements
Here's some commercials you stupid ass
Mister hubcap, he's the wheel smith
Mister hubcap, he's the real smith
Mister hubcap, hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
Mister hubcap, he's the wheel smith
Mister hubcap, he's the real smith
Mister hubcap, hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
Here's some commercials, advertisements
Here's some commercials you stupid ass
Here's some commercials, advertisements
Here's some commercials you stupid ass
It used to be the Super Bowl, the Teriyaki Chicken Bowl
It used to be the stupor bowl, the Teriyaki Chicken Bowl
It used to be the Super Bowl, the Teriyaki Chicken Bowl
It used to be the stupor bowl, the Teriyaki Chicken Bowl
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Amtrak Out Of Orange County (lyrics by Abel Ashes)
Bicycle trails on broccoli puree shrubbery
Giant metal cockroaches speed by
Little plastic cylindrical Playskool people inside on cell phones
The choo-choo shoots under a bridge and through the desert to somebody’s house who is not grandma
Steel monster hula dances on the tracks
Swishing, bouncing, and wobbling on it’s rivets past the foaming white sea and a genuine Orange County Lumber Truck.
The cotton-candied clouds observe as we wobble some more.
This time it feels dangerous.
Shoots of broccoli streak green into my eyes
I’ve never seen broccoli move so fast.
Metal boxes housing wooden boxes, stucco boxes housing people
Marines speed by on Kawasakis, racing towards decapitation,
Their heads shaved for a better bounce.
White blocks of paint mask desperate graffiti on cinder block ugly buildings and the train’s whistle blows like a pterodactyl’s fart.
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The Revolution Is Making Me Dizzy (lyrics by Abel Ashes)
What’s that question you were asking me?
What’s that question you were asking me?
What’s that question you were asking me?
What’s that?
What’s that?
What’s the name of this song?
What’s the name of this song?
What’s the name of this song?
What’s the name of this song?
“The Revolution Is Making Me Dizzy”
“The Revolution Is Making Me Dizzy”
“The Revolution Is Making Me Dizzy”
“The Revolution Is Making Me Dizzy”
That’s the name of this song.
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5. |
Alamogordo Testing
02:09
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6. |
Food In My Gut
03:13
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Food in My Gut (words and music by Abel Ashes)
I got the blues so fucking bad.
I heard the news. I'm fucking sad.
I don't need you to council me.
I just need you to leave me be.
Just 'cause I need food in my gut
Don't mean that I will kiss your butt.
Man cannot live by bread alone.
Life is so short. It's just on loan.
They say you reap what you have sown.
I plant my seeds. They do not grow.
Sometimes I wish that I was dead.
Instead I crawl back in my head.
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7. |
Stop and Go Traffic
01:40
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8. |
The CEO
03:00
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The CEO (lyrics by Abel Ashes)
I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.
I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.
I got this job when I was young.
I got it from my father.
He got this job when he was young.
He got it from the Mafia.
I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.
I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.
I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.
I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.
My father was a senseless man and he was fat and sloppy.
He drove in a Mercedes-Benz and hookers were his hobby.
I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.
I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.
I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.
I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.
I got this job when I was young.
I got it from my father.
He got this job when ‘uh he was young.
He got it from the Mafia, the Mafia.
The motherfucker got it from the Mafia.
The Mafia, the Mafia.
The motherfucker got it from the Mafia.
The Mafia, the Mafia.
The motherfucker got it from the Mafia.
The Mafia, the Mafia.
The motherfucker got it from the Mafia.
I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.
I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.
I mean I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.
I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.
My father was a senseless man, a senseless man, a senseless man.
And ‘uh he were fat and sloppy.
He ‘uh drove in ‘uh Mercedes-Benz and ‘uh hookers were his hobby.
I said he drove in ‘uh Mercedes-Benz and hookers were his hobby.
Drove in ‘uh Mercedes-Benz and hookers were his hobby.
Drove in ‘uh Mercedes-Benz and hookers were his hobby.
Drove in ‘uh Mercedes-Benz and hookers were his hobby.
Drove in ‘uh Mercedes-Benz and hookers were his hobby.
I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.
I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.
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9. |
Stucco By The Sea
03:20
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10. |
Lemming Sunset
06:06
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Lemming Sunset (lyrics by Abel Ashes)
In this opaque myopic nebula, plebeians work for drops of trickle down, from the opulent cornucopia of the aristocracy, as the glutinous monsters beseech their cyber-serfs and corporate vassals, to plunder the “Garden of Eden” in feudal homage, extending their purchase power to hypothetical infinity.
Oblivious to the flame that's burning the fuse; kinetic, perambulating, gregarious, odoriferous, copulating gimcracks, inebriated by alcohol, narcotics, and religion, purchase trendy, faulty, useless, and shoddy gimcrackery to fill their sport utility vehicles to the hilt, before their zigzag kamikaze suicide race back home to their TV viewing boxes.
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Abel Ashes San Diego, California
Born in a cult in El Paso, hitchhiked cross-country as a baby, grew up with mom in the shadow of the A bomb in New Mexico, vacations in San Diego with dad, played open mics with a fucked up old Stella, experimental music shows, lectures, open mics, and dead-end jobs galore, lived in LA and SF, 7 years in Kentucky, 4 years in Tunisia with my wife who was paralyzed in car crash, back in SD, CA now. ... more
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