MINDSPEAK & Jeremy dePrisco



		My decision to provide lyrics for Cadillacs & Tarantulas was prompted by a sense that they deserved to be published, unlike the lyrics to MANDALA, which anyone could figure out. These songs are a little more open to interpretation, and I felt my lyric writing had improved. Troopers moving in for a counter attack while the counterculture pivots on a pizza snack Sex is counterpoint for the placebo effect and the Council passed a law to keep Trolls in check They have trodden, they are triste With a pitchfork they are pushed into the pit They are Trojans in their horse The double-talk and diatribe is getting worse, it's plagiarized fact You can count on thatBuddhist monk go ahead and chant a chunk Clench the life that binds to you, let me know your funk Wisdom gray matter turns to grizzly brown Like tooth decay in this crazy town Preconceived and petrified, crushed destroyed and pushed aside Fog sounds purple - eyes taste red The phallic flames feel delight, down the twisted road we run tonight. You can count on that. Now, Christian man take a stand, your egg roll's getting cold Now don't you know, He never ate like that? Underneath and in between the creatures in your head, what do they mean? It's a sign of death. Produced and Engineered by Jeremy dePrisco Performed by Jeremy dePrisco Lyrics, Music & Arrangements By: Jeremy J. dePrisco info@mindspeak.com www.mindspeak.com © 2001/2002 Jeremy J. dePrisco Jack Smack... Runnin' a red light. Ain't gonna go no slow. Buckle up real tight. Push the pedal and go. Cause there ain't no yield for this hunk of steel Ain't no yield behind the wheel Ain't no yield for his heart of steel A wind, roaring steam... he likes the feel. Jack Smack... Gonna go out tonight. Won't spend the night alone. Better hold on real tight. Won't be waitin' by the phone. Cause there ain't no yield for this hunk of steel The pistons pull, the tires peel. Ain't no yield for his heart of steel Acceleration feels so real. Jack Smack... Watch the red and blue lights. They're creepin' up real slow. He's gotta make good time. Push the pedal and go. Cause there ain't no yield for this hunk of steel His tank is full, won't blow a seal. Ain't no yield for his heart of steel Grease grindin' gears, and sex appeal. Produced and Engineered by Jeremy dePrisco Performed by Jeremy dePrisco Lyrics, Music & Arrangements By: Jeremy J. dePrisco info@mindspeak.com www.mindspeak.com © 2001/2002 Jeremy J. dePrisco She talks with the night, through every sound she speaks Alone for so long until she came upon me With rapid abandon, the affair unfurled All the waiting was over, she was in my world She's done enough… The apologizing is over and the pretending is through The punishment is done, and the suppression too There's no more hidin', no more sneakin' out the door No more juggling love from town to town Hard bad habits, like crumbling bricks died Now you have to let it go, but that won't suffice - no, no. She's done enough… babe, she's done enough... She's done enough babe... You know she lost a friend, the best friend she had There were so many nights, she cried alone so sad And I know it takes time to heal, time to forgive But don't go blamin' her for the things I did You can hold a grudge 'til the day you die But at least you're not alone... and unsatisfied Produced and Engineered by Jeremy dePrisco Performed by Jeremy dePrisco Lyrics, Music & Arrangements By: Jeremy J. dePrisco info@mindspeak.com www.mindspeak.com © 2001/2002 Jeremy J. dePrisco I'm gonna cry I'm gonna moan, I'm gonna find myself a home I'm gonna wind down to the sound, of my renovated 8-track underground I'm gonna sing I'm gonna fly, I'm gonna reach up to the sky I got an angel runnin' 'round, my renovated 8-track underground She likes to sing, she likes to dance She's gotta boogie-woogie take a chance She's gonna wind down to the sound Of my renovated 8-track underground Forget your records and your CDs, don't need cassettes or MP3s Ya got the best selection in town, at the renovated 8-track underground We like the funk, and we like the beat, we like to disco in the street We're gotta get down to the sound, of my renovated 8-track underground Platform shoes ain't too high And my bell bottoms ain't no jive My silk shirts unbuttoned right down to the caboose Jingle-jangle chains, but don't call me loose So when you're alone in a public place Wounded by the music they blast in your face Gotta get yourself on downtown, to my renovated 8-track underground Produced and Engineered by Jeremy dePrisco Performed by Jeremy dePrisco Lyrics, Music & Arrangements By: Jeremy J. dePrisco info@mindspeak.com www.mindspeak.com © 2001/2002 Jeremy J. dePrisco Work with me baby, you've got nothin' to lose. Put on your best dress honey and your high heel shoes You're not like the others, you're the best I've seen yet. You'll get the highest price in town, it will be no sweat Put that face on... Turn a trick, make it stick Turn those guys on... Rack 'em up, shack 'em up. Put that face on... Check 'em out, suck 'em dry Turn those guys on... while you slip right past their fly. You know at seventeen, I can make you a star. Get you money, clothes & jewels and a nice new car Give me control so you can't crimp. Ya know that's my job as your record company pimp Let's sell some records while we set our morals aside. The public don't mind, cause they're along for the ride. Paint those jeans on... the way they like, nice and tight Turn those boys on while they're young - nice and ripe. Better keep your head up, this ain't no small town. Cause if you don't deliver the skin, I'll kick you around You're just another piece of meat for the corporate chew. And when we wear you out we'll find someone new Your magazine role model innocence slips away. Gone tomorrow but worth a million today. Sing a new song, and look pretty while you do your dance You got the whole world waitin' for you to take off your pants Put that face on... paint it up, fake it out Put that skirt on… nice and high, that's what it's all about Strut those legs long.... Make 'em sigh for your thigh Turn those guys on... make 'em drool, suck 'em dry Produced and Engineered by Jeremy dePrisco Performed by Jeremy dePrisco Lyrics, Music & Arrangements By: Jeremy J. dePrisco info@mindspeak.com www.mindspeak.com © 2001/2002 Jeremy J. dePrisco My dream girl just left, she wasn't even here. I want to get drunk, but I don't like beer. She's a pussycat by day, and a vampire at night. Instilling lust in some, and in others she conjures fright. Thunder and lightning... Cinnamon and sugar teddy bears Thunder and lightning... A quiet tamed dragon Thunder and lightning... These 4 walls are haunting me Thunder and lightning... It's grown dark, I cannot see She had motorcycle breath. She'd wrap around you like DNA She was innocent at one time, now her picture's on the page Her secrets remain inside... between reality and dream It should come as no surprise... she won't reveal her identity Our personalities are undressed, there's shadow puppets on the floor Maybe I should rest, but I keep coming back for more There's a knock at the door, as I finish my last peek But I'll be back for more, to crack the password and to see Produced and Engineered by Jeremy dePrisco Performed by Jeremy dePrisco Lyrics, Music & Arrangements By: Jeremy J. dePrisco info@mindspeak.com www.mindspeak.com © 2001/2002 Jeremy J. dePrisco Go into the fight, forget what everyone says Go into the fight, forget what everybody else says Oh Arjuna, Arjuna - don't be afraid of your goddamn friends You know I'd never lead you wrong - you know I'd never lead you wrong. You know I'd never lead you wrong, now, now, ya know, Ya know I'd never lead you wrong - no, no Never lead you wrong - no, no - but I will always lead you right I'm on your chariot - I'm your driver Gotta go, gotta go, watch it now, watch it now, watch it now... Arjuna - tell me what now do you fear? Even in your darkest day, you know I'm right here. Grieve not for those who live and not for those who die This outer shell is naked - what's sacred is inside For death shall pass away as will life All the mystics tell me the way things gonna be All the mystics tell me what you can not see... They tell me what you can not see Oh Arjuna Arjuna you gotta believe in me Gotta believe, gotta believe, gotta believe in me... Oh Arjuna, Arjuna, go, go into the fight Oh Arjuna, Arjuna and you'll walk the path of light You know it looks messy now, but pretty soon it will be alright. Ya know I make the yogis dance Ya know I make the yogis sing Ya know I make the yogis chant "Hare, Hare, Hare, Hare..." Oh Arjuna, Arjuna you gotta believe in me Gotta believe, gotta believe, gotta believe in me... Produced and Engineered by Jeremy dePrisco Performed by Jeremy dePrisco Lyrics, Music & Arrangements By: Jeremy J. dePrisco info@mindspeak.com www.mindspeak.com © 2001/2002 Jeremy J. dePrisco He fell a sleep once, he dreamt of a spider. Picked up a tuffet, sat down beside her No one else knows... When he awoke, he was surrounded by a web with no hope I build my web, around your house. In the corners, on the floors... behind your couch Arachnophobia, that's what he suffered from. Couldn't stand the spiders crawling into his bed Black widows… Tarantulas… We ain't no daddy long legs... Kill a spider and bad luck yours will be, until of flies you've swatted 53 If you wish to live, and you wish to thrive, let the spiders run, let them run alive. Don't kill a spider to save your life, some say the spider is the devil's wife These are the tales, I live to tell, straight from arachnophobic hell. Don't believe... the propaganda… don't believe... Charlotte's web Nasty venom… eight legs hairy, a multitude of eyes so I might see I build my web, in your house, Behind the doors, on the floors… behind your couch Produced and Engineered by Jeremy dePrisco Performed by Jeremy dePrisco Lyrics, Music & Arrangements By: Jeremy J. dePrisco info@mindspeak.com www.mindspeak.com © 2001/2002 Jeremy J. dePrisco His name was Jacob... Jacob Corby From Albertine West Virginia, apartment 203 He's a gravedigger... doesn't make that much He's got no education, and he's mostly out of touch In his pocket is a picture of his wife Taken two weeks before cancer took her life Now she's gone, yeah... her spirit is a satellite. She's wandering around, the universe tonight. Brother Daniel... well, he gave his life to Christ Then he moved to Maine to start a new life Jacob wonders, a sense of doubt always in his mind He used to talk to God, but Jacob never heard a reply He's lost the way... yeah, he's lost the way... Father Corby, was a man who drank too much That dreadful disease was passed down to his son Jacob wonders... wonders why he's even alive With everything shot to hell... how can anyone survive? Daniel never visits, but Jacob doesn't like to fly Won't set foot near an airport, but Jacob still likes to get high It's a shame, yeah it's such a shame but that's the way things go Families come undone, and humanity unfolds They've lost the way... yeah, they've lost the way... Jacob was bitter, he was tired of his life With more thorns than roses, he turned to suicide He died in piece, yeah, no one ever heard the gun The Devil's tug of war was over, and it looks like the Devil won Jacob always said, "You gotta do what you gotta do... Before someone comes along and pushes the dirt over you." It seems wrong, yeah it seems wrong and it seems too soon But it's certain once Death puts his black eyes on you. Now he's gone… Did God overlook this man, how could anyone make it right? Now he's gone, yeah his spirit is a satellite, Wandering around the universe tonight. Now it's Sunday - rain pouring down on the graves And the foreman pulls the backhoe up again To the plot where some pour soul will lay The gravedigger... won't be diggin' no more graves. Produced and Engineered by Jeremy dePrisco Performed by Jeremy dePrisco Lyrics, Music & Arrangements By: Jeremy J. dePrisco info@mindspeak.com www.mindspeak.com © 2001/2002 Jeremy J. dePrisco I'm Goin' Down I'm goin' down with the sinkin' ships I'm goin' down with the ruby lips I'm goin' down where the ship is sunk I'm goin' down with the punks I'm goin' down in the morning rain I'm goin' down it won't be the same I'm goin' down with the sinkin' ships I'm goin' down with the swaying hips Down by the railroad tracks, down by the covered bridge Down by the river road Down by the railroad tracks, down by the covered bridge Down by the fairground fenceI'm goin' down with my friends I'm goin' down to the end I'm goin' down where the ship is sunk I'm goin' down and I'm doin' it drunk Produced and Engineered by Jeremy dePrisco Performed by Jeremy dePrisco Lyrics, Music & Arrangements By: Jeremy J. dePrisco info@mindspeak.com www.mindspeak.com © 2001/2002 Jeremy J. dePrisco