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Between a turbulent "Sailing the Seas of Cheese" and the subsequent corrosive sip of "Pork Soda" the bass-wrecker Mr. Claypool, accompanied by the faithful ex-death-metaller Larry LaLonde (Possessed, indeed) on the Hispanic guitar and the herbivorous Tim Alexander seated at the kit behind the skins, in their first of the four extended plays published so far, decided to subject to a surgical Primus-treatment a very selective and limited selection of only five tracks forged by other pens.
The lineup starts percussively with the good Gabriel (Peter, not the Magician), then moving on to the oblique psychedelic popsters English XTC; the trio then attempts (in vain) to humanize the inscrutable The Residents to then upset the Meters (who?) thus completing the set of chosen ones with the unknown Pink Floyd and their anti-smoking anthem par excellence "Have A Cigar".
The corresponding originals, as imagined by those who are aware of what kind of bumpkins these guys are - the others will be immediately banned - are lovingly therefore respectfully scrambled by these amiable rogues of the musical staff; consider that at the time of publication (1992) the cartoon-version inserted here of "Making Plans For Nigel" even reached number 30 on the Billoboard charts: not just any figure.
As a convinced atheist, I dare a blasphemy: (for me) the best Primus album.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Intruder (04:18)
I know something about
opening windows and doors
I know how to move quietly
to creep across creaky wooden floors
I know where to find
precious things in all
your cupboards and drawers
Slipping the clippers
Slipping the clippers
through the telephone wires
The sense of isolation inspires
Inspires me
I like to feel the suspense
when I'm certain you know I am there
I like you lying awake,
your baited breath charging the air
I like the touch and the smell
of all the pretty dresses you wear
Intruders happy in the dark
Intruder come
Intruder come and leave his mark,
leave his mark
02 Making Plans for Nigel (03:35)
We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
We're only making plans for Nigel
He has his future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
Nigel is not outspoken
But he likes to speak
And loves to be spoken to
Nigel is happy in his work
We're only making plans for Nigel
03 Sinister Exaggerator (03:37)
Your life is leaning downhill
Sloping off the outer edge
Your undetermined oyster beds
Were found to be a hedge
You cause the kids of Elmer Fudd
To feed the farmer whose
Cadaver's filled with onion rings
And feet are filled with glue
Now sinister exaggerator
What's your claim to fame?
Is still your favorite Ferlingetti
Found in Auntie Maim?
Your alter life is superceded
Only from above
Your hear is like a silken sponge
That calls saliva love
05 Have a Cigar (05:27)
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar.
You're gonna go far, fly high,
You're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try; they're gonna love you.
Well, I've always had a deep respect, and I mean that most sincerely.
The band is just fantastic of the town you are the talk,
but who the hell's this guy they call Bob Cock?"
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.
We're just knocked out. We heard about the sell out.
You gotta get an album out,
You owe it to the people. We're so happy we can hardly count.
Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart?
It's a helluva start, it could be made into a monster
if we all pull together as a team.
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it Riding the
Gravy Train.
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