Tinfoil
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 1:
from Seed (October 12th 2001) (3:17)
There’s flies in the wall and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you
There’s worms in the floorboard and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you
Acid rippin through me, liquid on my brain and a handheld VCR
Necromalic preachers, seraphimic teachers with my head in a jar
Crows callin at you, screamin that there’s something that you really should come and see
Bones in your eyeballs, paperclips and Midol and it’s such misery
Oh, oh yeah, uh huh
Fishers throw their poles in, you can later come again for it’s now my time to drown
This time, not another, if you ain’t my brother then I guess I’ll see you around
Dollars wavin with their wings, mystic concubine she sings a beautiful song
Hair is all disheveled, voice just like the devil and there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong there ain’t nothing wrong
Oh la la la la la la...
There’s worms in the floorboard and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you
Acid rippin through me, liquid on my brain and a handheld VCR
Necromalic preachers, seraphimic teachers with my head in a jar
Crows callin at you, screamin that there’s something that you really should come and see
Bones in your eyeballs, paperclips and Midol and it’s such misery
Oh, oh yeah, uh huh
Fishers throw their poles in, you can later come again for it’s now my time to drown
This time, not another, if you ain’t my brother then I guess I’ll see you around
Dollars wavin with their wings, mystic concubine she sings a beautiful song
Hair is all disheveled, voice just like the devil and there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong there ain’t nothing wrong
Oh la la la la la la...
version 2:
from Songs For Cello At Night (May 16th 2004) (3:24)
There’s flies in the water and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you
There’s termites in the floorboard and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you
Acid rippin through me, liquid on my brain and a handheld VCR
Necromalic preachers, seraphimic teachers with my head in a jar
Crows callin at you, screamin that there’s something that you really oughta come and see
Bones in your eyeballs, paperclips and Midol and it’s such misery
Oh la la la la la...
Fishers throw your poles in, you can later come again for it’s now my time to drown
This time, not another, if you ain’t my brother then I guess I’ll see you around
Dollars wavin with their wings, mystic concubine she sings a beautiful song
Hair is all disheveled, got a voice just like the devil and there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain't nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong
There’s termites in the floorboard and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you
Acid rippin through me, liquid on my brain and a handheld VCR
Necromalic preachers, seraphimic teachers with my head in a jar
Crows callin at you, screamin that there’s something that you really oughta come and see
Bones in your eyeballs, paperclips and Midol and it’s such misery
Oh la la la la la...
Fishers throw your poles in, you can later come again for it’s now my time to drown
This time, not another, if you ain’t my brother then I guess I’ll see you around
Dollars wavin with their wings, mystic concubine she sings a beautiful song
Hair is all disheveled, got a voice just like the devil and there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain't nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong
version 3:
from Play Anyway (May 9th 2005) (3:57)
There’s flies in the water and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you
There’s termites in the floorboard and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you
Acid rippin through me, liquid on my brains and a handheld VCR
Necromalic preachers, seraphimic teachers with my head in a jar
Crows callin at you, screamin that there’s something that you really oughta come and see
Bones in your eyeballs, paperclips and Midol and it’s such misery
Oh la la la la la...
Fishers throw your poles in, you can later come again for it’s now my time to drown
This time, not another, if you ain’t my brother then I guess I’ll see you around
Dollars wavin with their wings, mystic concubine she sings a beautiful song
Hair is all disheveled, bought my voice off of the devil and there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain't nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong
There’s termites in the floorboard and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you
Acid rippin through me, liquid on my brains and a handheld VCR
Necromalic preachers, seraphimic teachers with my head in a jar
Crows callin at you, screamin that there’s something that you really oughta come and see
Bones in your eyeballs, paperclips and Midol and it’s such misery
Oh la la la la la...
Fishers throw your poles in, you can later come again for it’s now my time to drown
This time, not another, if you ain’t my brother then I guess I’ll see you around
Dollars wavin with their wings, mystic concubine she sings a beautiful song
Hair is all disheveled, bought my voice off of the devil and there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain't nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong
earliest live performance: October 20th 2001