ALBUM

SHORT-STAFFED AT THE GENE POOL

Release Date: April 24, 2001
Label: Witchita Recordings / Thirsty Ear

Producers: Mark Walk, Lesley Rankine
Artwork, Design, Photography & Layout: Lesley Rankine
Additional Photography: Chris Davison
Engineer: Mark Walk
Engineer Assistant: Sheri Ozeki, Scott Crane
Instruments: Lesley Rankine, Mark Walk, Scott Firth, William Rieflin, Steve McKinstry, Susan Pascal
Layout: Toby Egelnick
Mixed By: Mark Walk, Steve McKinstry, Christian Vogel
Written By: Mark Walk, Lesley Rankine

Tracklisting:

01. Beefheart
02. Queen of Denial
03. Lilypad
04. Waterside
05. Lamplight
06. Roses
07. Grace
08. Fly
09. Cargo
10. Sweet Is
11. Fuse Again

videos

lyrics

Beefheart

Beefheart, honey, don’t you wanna come and play with me?
Beefheart, honey, don’t you wanna come and play with me?
What happens in here is none of your concern
Beefheart, honey, don’t you wanna come and play with me?

Come and play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?
Play with me, play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?
Come and play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?
Play with me, play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?

A million days of empty space and time that you can use
A million years of empty space and time that you can lose
What happens in here is none of your concern
Beefheart, honey, don’t you wanna come and play with me?

Come and play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?
Play with me, play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?
Come and play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?
Play with me, play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?

There’s nothing to do if you want to
There’s nothing to do if you want to
There’s nothing to do if you want to
There’s nothing

Play with me, play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?
Play with me, play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?
Play with me, play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?
Play with me, play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?

There’s nothing to do if you want to
Play with me, play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?
There’s nothing to do if you want to
Play with me, play with me, don’t you wanna come and play with me?
There’s nothing to do if you want to

Queen of Denial

I will clean and cover my windows
‘Cos I don’t want to see where the wind blows
I’ll love it, I’ll covet another one’s idol
Because I am the queen of denial

I’ll love it, I’ll love it
I’ll love it, I’ll love it

The ego is the master of psyche
And envy tastes sweeter than grey meat
I’ll love it and learn to follow behind all
Because I am the king of denial

I’ll love it, I’ll love it
I’ll love it, I’ll love it

The back will snap from burdens of envy
And I’ll forget the mould who set me
I’ll love it, and shove it from proof to trial
Because I carry the weight of denial

I’ll love it, I’ll love it
I’ll love it, I’ll love it

Everybody loves to want to
Everybody wants to need to
Everybody needs to be
To be somebody else

Everybody loves to want to
Everybody wants to need to
Everybody needs to be
To be somebody else

Everybody loves to want to
Everybody wants to need to
Everybody needs to be
To be somebody else

Everybody loves to want to
Everybody wants to need to
Everybody needs to be
To be somebody else

Lilypad

Who needs a ring, you’re gonna swing for
Doing a nasty little thing for this daughter’s
A dish you’re gonna sing for
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me

They say you have to learn to love once
Before the light is gonna come
And so, I know it’s never gonna come for me
Come for me, come for me

The mind connection will be made
And you might think you’re getting paid
But you’re still on the lilypad, baby

And you might think this deal is done
But silk is worm until it’s spun
You’re still on the lilypad, yeah

Who needs a dog ya gotta dig for
Beg or kiss around the dirt for
Show me ninety ways to get more
More for me
Sing for me, sing for me

The mind connection will be made
And you might think you’re getting paid
But you’re still on the lilypad, baby

And you might think this deal is done
But silk is worm until it’s spun
You’re still on the lilypad, yeah

The mind connection will be made
And you might think you’re getting paid
But you’re still on the lilypad, baby

And you might think this deal is done
But silk is worm until it’s spun
You’re still on the lilypad, yeah
You’re still on the lilypad, yeah
You’re still on the lilypad, yeah
You’re still on the lilypad, yeah
You’re still on the lilypad, yeah

Waterside

Transparent wings flash
Saltwaters lash
From eyes in a brainstorm
Go blow yer own
Horn of plenty
But please come gently
To the waterside
To dip yer toe and sink your
Sink your skinny hide

And on these eyes
A penny lies to pay my way through the storm
And guide me to the light of home
Where I sleep alone.

And on these eyes
A penny lies to pay my way through the storm
And guide me to the light of home
Where I sleep alone

On the waterside
Where I sleep alone
On the waterside
Where I sleep alone

And on the bank where my heart sank
In clay wet from a rainstorm
I dug my own hope and I sleep
Please come quietly
To the waterside
To dig yer hole and sink your
Sink your skinny hide

On the waterside
On the waterside

And on these eyes
A penny lies to pay my way through the storm
And guide me to the light of home
Where I sleep alone.

And on these eyes
A penny lies to pay my way through the storm
And guide me to the light of home
Where I sleep alone

Sink your skinny hide
Where I sleep alone
Sink your skinny hide

Sink your skinny hide
Where I sleep alone
Sink your skinny hide

On the waterside
Where I sleep alone
On the waterside

On the waterside
Where I sleep alone

On the waterside
Where I sleep alone

On the waterside
Where I sleep alone

Lamplight

The big dirty sky’s gonna fall in on me
It’s heavy from the ashes of my lamplight
And if it rains inside, does it wash it all clean
Away from the burden of sight

If I bear my fruit
And invite the world to see
If I bear my fruit
Would you tear it from my tree

I’m still running around in here
I’m still waiting to see
I’m still running around in here
I’m still looking for me

Now this big dirty cloud is gonna rain down on me
It’s heavy from the red eye of sight
But I’m still running round inside me
Though I built a little castle for my lamplight

If I bear my fruit
And invite the world to see
If I bear my fruit
Would you tear it from my tree

I’m still running around in here
I’m still waiting to see
And I’m still running around in here
I’m still looking for me

Now my big, hollow sun is burnin’ out of control
And love is rainin’ down on my lamplight
If want is luxury and need is revenge
The need was burnin’ holes in me last night

If I bear my fruit
And invite the world to see
If I bear my fruit
Would you tear it from my tree

I’m still running around in here
I’m still running around in here
I’m still running around in here
I’m still running around in here

Roses

Ooh, I’ve been diggin’ round in my own dirt again
And I don’t smell the roses
And the train is speeding, boiler stoked
And I won’t be home for a while
And I won’t be home for a while
And I won’t be home for a while

Grin – I won’t be home for a while
Grin, grin, grin – I won’t be home for a while

Ooh, if I were to love another of my kind
Would you mind?
If I did now, would you mind
Now these words are burning holes in my face
These are dangerous days for the calm mind
And the train is speeding, boiler stokes
And I won’t be home for a while
And I won’t be home for a while
And I won’t be home for a while

Grin, grin, grin – I won’t be home for a while
Grin, grin, grin – I won’t be home for a while

From ear to ear
Toes to chin
North to South
And back again

From ear to ear
Toes to chin
North to South
And back again

Running from the savagely unkind

Grin, grin, grin – I won’t be home for a while
Grin, grin, grin – I won’t be home for a while

Grace

Baby comes one time and in his touch
I feel a grace that only he can bring
And with his kiss, I feel a grace
That only he can bring, only he can bring

Baby comes two times and with his touch
I feel warmth and peace that wholeness brings
And with his kiss, deliciousness
And peace that wholeness brings
That only he can bring

And it feels like butter, runnin’ over me
Butter, and I’m won over, yeah
Butter, runnin’ over me
Butter, butter, that only he can bring

Baby comes three times and with his touch
The electrifying spark is he and me
And with his kiss, a quiet bliss
That only he can bring, only he can bring

And if I taste his grace, his gift
That he gives only to me
Then I can taste desire, delicious fire
That only he can bring, only he can bring

And it tastes like

Butter, runnin’ over me
Butter, and I’m won over, yeah
Butter, runnin’ over me
Butter, butter, that only he can bring

In the quiet, warm, and fragrant dark
The electrifying spark is he and me
Like only we can be

Fly

As I fly through the eye unaware
That the man at the helm is more scared
Of losing his money than his mind or his hold on the sky

And the wings on his rings that he wears
Bend and bow to the man splitting hairs
Between the weight of his pennies and the birds in the sky
And what makes them fly

And the stone inside the seed is what feeds the rose
And the bud that grows from weed
Is more knowing than those
Who purge the fishless sea
From their sinking boat
‘Cause the skin is all they see
For a glimpse of gold
For a glimpse of gold

Cargo

You think I’m blind, I can see for miles
You think I’m happy ’cause I smile
But beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose and bricks for cargo

You think I’m blind, I can see for miles
You think I’m gonna fake this smile
But I’ll turn it loose on stones and air with its guts for cargo
And its pockets full, and its pockets full

There’s a whole full of old blind men pointing in one direction
With their pockets full
So blind, they’re tripping over their own deception
With their pockets full

You think I’m blind, I can see for miles
You think I’m happy ’cause I smile
But beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose and bricks for cargo

You think I’m blind, I can see for miles
You think I’m gonna fake this smile
But I’ll turn it loose on stones and air with its guts for cargo
And its pockets full

Too, too blind, I wander in the wrong direction
With my pockets full

??? in one direction
With my pockets full

You think I’m blind, but I can see for miles
You think I’m happy – but I can take this smile
And turn it loose to live on stones and air for its own protection
With its pockets full

You think I’m blind
You think I’m blind

You think I’m blind

Sweet Is

Under its breath lies tragedy
And when the fruit of passion lingers
On choicely scented fingers
On wings of doubt fly jealousy
And fruit of love

Sweet is that time that waits for me
From evil grows insanity
Morbid as splendour faked
This diamond for my wake
Is why I wait here patiently
And fruit of love

The fruit of love
The food of love
The fruit of love
The food of love
Love, love, love

The fruit of love
The food of love
The fruit of love
The food of love

Swift are these wings that carry me
Under their breath fly jealousy
On wings of doubt they’ll carry me
They’ll carry me, they’ll carry me

The fruit of love
The food of love
The fruit of love
The food of love

Fuse Again

Supposition worse than flu
Over my head
Hangs a weighted lung for two

Wings aloud and bound for nowhere else
But back where they belong
A third eye may be too strong
For when you’re going

If you think you know the rules
Think again
If you think you know the rules
Think again

Because lightning won’t strike twice
And I might not be enough
To blow the fuse again

Perfect lesion is the crime on my mind
Hangs a weighted heart of mine
If I pulled these two apart to see
Just where I went wrong
A clear eye could see no wrong
In where I’m going

If you think you know the rules
Think again
If you think you know the rules
Think again

Because lightning won’t strike twice
And I might not be enough
To blow the fuse again

If you expect me to deliver
I will simply steal the horse
If you expect me to deliver

If you think you know the rules
Think again
If you think you know the rules
Think again

Because lightning won’t strike twice
And I might not be enough
To blow the fuse again

And I might not be enough
To blow the fuse again
To blow the fuse again
To blow the fuse again
To blow the fuse again
To blow the fuse again