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Doctor Cowboy

by Ho-Ag

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Handsome 02:12
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Machine 02:55
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Genitron 01:57
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Russians 03:53

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Released on CD by Hello Sir Records (www.hellosirrecords.com) in 2008 (SIR017). Released as limited full-length vinyl LP by Motorcycleface Records (www.motorcyclefacerecords.com) in 2009 (MOTO001).

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HANDSOME

rip a ticket out and your on board for the
real ride straight up the eye seven five
i intend to arrive in ten minutes
meaning that we got to be making up some time

we can use your highways
to get from here into the past
it's never gonna last
things begin and end so fast
that no one even knows what time of day we're living in
monday morning or weekend
wake up before turning in

we've got the means
it's got the steam
to get us point to point
this our handsome van
you know it's all hands on

i feel you breaking down in my hands
come on, handsome van, it's just a few more miles

we can use your highways
to lose our money really fast
it's never gonna last
the president himself is strapped
and how do you think anyone affords it anymore?
they're blocking up the trucks
and all the terminals are shut


UP PERISCOPE ON THE SUBMARINE UNSPEAKABLE

battery's got soul, oh no
so pull it out from the inside, acid
robot's not gonna move, oh no
give him a bit of the soul from the battery
brigadier general, oh no
gimmee something to see on the tv
i haven't moved for days, oh, no
so light me up with a wide screen
war tour, gimmee the soul

I am the bus driver, I leave my spot at 6:25
I keep my people alive, I do what I can to make it on time
I keep 'em comfortable inside, I stop at all the red lights
I really do think about getting in fights


battery's got soul, oh yeah
it's overflowing, this is for the motor
this bus isn't going anywhere
until we take out the cork, you pay to take it out
robot's not gonna move, oh yeah
we spread his arms but the wind won't pick up
i haven't moved for days, oh no
and you can tell that i'm not gonna move no more


MACHINE

the drive shaft will derail, that's what this thing entails
your house is home to thousands feeding on your crumbs all night
in the cracks of your spine, they watch the smallest pieces grind
he's gonna jelly up the sidewalk
every step he took was up
and it's where he's gonna stop and hang it up to dry
who can stir up the whirlwind?
i guess if you've got no imagination,
dying's just small beer

this machine is chewing up itself
feel it cramping up?
you gotta turn the crank some more
speed this whole thing up
this machine is chewing up itself
feel it winding down?
who told you this before?
they don't work here no more

you leave a trail behind you like a tail like two long, shiny rails
we cut our feet off so our legs can fit the tracks
we fix our head so there's no looking back


DRAWING THE BOUNDARIES OF THE NIGHT
hey, we'll put into place a meeting
for jobs that we can live with
a galaxy that feels safe to fall asleep under
because planets are so heavy
you are an urge to stick your hand in the disposal
you are a glacier falling into the sea

hold up your hand, look behind that
hold up a pin, look behind that
just look behind that

this horse is pulling the buggy over the cliff
and this horse is learning from it

hey we'll put in the sky warning
zoom out from that, it's a skinny old forearm
that serves as a flag
on the end is a skinny white flag that flaps
when it thinks there's a breeze

hold up your hand, look behind that
hold up a pin, look behind that
just look behind that
both contain the same, both are just as fat
hand will cover up the moon
pin will rip the universe in half


ALO PRESIDENTE
(After Rimbaud, “Vertigo”)

a lot of people have changed sides
since your last visit, my friend, why's that?
a lot of people have changed sides
since your last visit, my friend, why's that?

why not now? why not a move somehow?
remember the men who
dropped out of the sky onto the moon?
they couldn't breathe
was it a dream or was the truth?

the ancient earth on me
yours more than ever forever
down with the history

we'll call the shots if no one shoots first
we'll call the shots if no one's shooting first

a lot of people have changed sides
since your last visit, my friend, why's that?
a lot of people have changed sides
since your last visit, my friend, why's that?

lucretia's hard at work, she's in the room alone at work
it's after hours work, home alone in her night shirt
but Etruscans wanna flirt
make the meek go take the earth

why not here?
looks like the coast is clear
we got a mountainier
let's run for office on imaginary profits
tell 'em we don't want it if it's real

the ancient earth on me
yours more than ever forever
down with the history

we'll call the shots if no one's shooting first

a lot of people have changed sides
since your last visit, my friend, why's that?
The car's in the junkyard but we're taking back the rearview mirror
[please come back to get me when the mine shaft collapses on me]
a lot of people have changed sides
since your last visit, my friend, why's that?
a lot of people have changed sides . . .


HOUSE ON STILTS

I am building a house
I am putting it on stilts
I am building the stilts out of pieces of the dam
And the dam comes from unmolested data

I am building a house
I am putting it on stilts
I am building the stilts out of pieces of the dam
And the dam is made of sliced up people

In the alcohol, swimming in the jar
Sitting on the shelf, stretching out its arms
To science, to science
Two legs or three, blind or can see
Feathers always end up on the floor
We tried this, I said we tried this

I am building a house
I am putting it on stilts
I am building the stilts out of pieces of the dam
And the dam comes from unmolested data

Do not believe

Relentless, relentless
Their muscle memory can sense this
Compliance, like the diver senses center of the earth
The body's full of fuel to feed the human school
That burns inside an engine built to get us out of here
Alive, assuming fat enough supply
Now, who's the golden kid left to engineer
Sitting on the top of this human pyramid
Is he gonna fly? Is he gonna fly?

We can eat our own and stand on top of what we don't use.
When's the water coming in? I don't know if it's coming in.


GENITRON

he's in the promised land and he's a happy man
he took his vitamins and then his nutrients
they call it Pakistan and then Afghanistan
and he's American and he wants revenge

let's spin around the genitron

he wants to get a tan and get the Taliban
in never never land you'll never be a man
he wants to plug it in and turn it up to ten
and turn it up again and flap it in the wind

this is the lake we threw
our kool-aid in, now drink

it went right through his skin just like a javelin
he's an Indian knows what he's doin'
he's in the promised land and he's a happy man
he took his vitamins and then his nutrients

these are the bones of a terrorist's pet gold fish


THE STRANGE CAREER OF DOCTOR COWBOY
(After Rajesh Parameswaran, “The Strange Career of Doctor Raju Gopalarajan”]

hey there doctor, how many tv's did you sell today?
i've seen your office, if you fixed me up, how much would i pay?
cut rate? i heard my cancer's the same way--
home made, both disease and treatment got no brand name
this is for sale and no one's offering but you
pay me half now and then pay me half when it's through

this is for sale and no one's offering but you
pay me half now and then pay me half when it's through

this is man, this is a rich man
this is a cowboy, this is a boy in a cowboy hat
this is a speech, this is a lie from his head to his feet
this is a cowboy, this is a boy with a cowboy hat.

this is a speech, this is a speech, this is a speech, this is a speech
this is a lie from his head to his feet
this is a lie from his head to his feet

war
these are times of war more people dying than before
wars you've never read about in countries you don't know
it's enough to make you, make you want to go
to a place that no one's been before, your tracks will never show
it's desolation peak--the one that no one's ever seen
you build a house of shadows, start in the west and end in the east
i know how to get there, i've been watching you from where
the new becomes the old, the cartilage gets ripped off of the bone
you sleep at night, look for food when it's light
you should learn to eat and sleep at the same time
walk across the night, walk across the night
walk across the night, walk across the night
pray for us right now and at the hour of our birth


TEETH FOR EYES

this enchanted highway's lost in virgin gasoline
take the rope of the mayflower
look back at that house that ain't your's no more
look back at that house that just locked their doors
don't miss this sacred game of jacks
could be your mid-term heart attack

who am i? who am i?
corinthian spy
i am that guy with the teeth for eyes
we been underground since they dug up the mounds
peeking out when you make a sound

i can do impossible
i can tap the reservoir
that everyone says isn't there
you can see it dripping from my spine

not enough, not enough
the ones who sucked blood
the ones who fed lead to their unborn sons
they been living upstairs, hear them walking around
hear their plumbing when it's on the way down

[Dedicated to the Massachusetts State House]


RUSSIANS

he's got rock and stone and spear right here
the ropes and spikes will spill their blood like tears
the octopus awaits the one they volunteered
to grab him like the kraken, drag him underneath the pier

but he is sick, right here
and i will tell my loved ones to never fear
the russians never wanted us, this much is clear
and we will tell ourselves again to never fear

we cut the hair with daggers thrown exclusively
by one-eyed men who, in the future,
sail from here to indian ocean
now he stands alone in court and wonders
what he did wrong
and ropes and spikes and sword and shield
all say "the guilt is gone"

between tornado watch and press release
our most celebrated actors' teams
for an instant, the message can be seen

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released May 17, 2008

Performed by Ryan Brown, Tyler Derryberry, Kristina Johnson, Eric Meyer, Matt Parish.

Engineered and mixed by Kevin Micka at the Studio Eight, Lincoln Street and the Blast Zone.

Kevin Micka played the lamp and hardware on "House On Stilts."

Mastered by Scott Craggs at Old Colony Mastering (www.oldcolonymastering.com).

All songs by Ho-Ag.

Art by Tyler.

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Ho-Ag is an experimental "noise rock" band based in Boston, Massachusetts. Known for melding fast-paced math-punk and metal with the creaky musical worlds of 50s and 60s sci-fi, Ho-Ag occupies a strange place in music that's both thoughtful and utterly crazed.

Matt Parish | Tyler Derryberry | Eric Meyer | Ryan Brown | Kristina Johnson Parish | Patrick Kim | Nkls Ward | Dave Dines | Jon Ruhe
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