Shiny Beast (Bat Chain Puller)
Album - 1978 - Debaser id 23733

The floppy boot stomped down onto the ground
The farmer screamed 'n blew the sky off the mountains
Eye sockets looked down on the chestbone meadows
'n the sun dropped down, 'n the moon ran off,
His heels 'n elbows pale as chalk
'n all the comets collided 'n blew t' dust
For fear they'd be seen.
'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'n the big floppy boot stomped down onto the ground
'n the red violin took the bow for to do the hoodoo hoe-down
'n the red violin took the bow for to do the hoodoo hoe-down

The farmer jumped in a circle 'n flung his chalk right down
Do-si-do the devil sure showed 'n he broke of his horns
'n fiddled him down the road
through the fork
'n the farmer's floppy boot stomped down
Red tail squirmin' and the hot leg kicked
'n the fire leaped 'n licked
Red tail squirmin' and the hot leg kicked
'n the fire leaped 'n licked
And when the boot came up, the fire went out
And hell was just an ice cube melting off on the ground.
And the bow caught down for to do the hoodoo hoe-down
And the bow caught down for to do the hoodoo, the devil hoe-down

Through the fork, huddled’ in the hollow, standin’ at the crossroads
Was that bunged-up bandaged broken bum
that fell into the wrong circle
He had a sore red tail that once went red, now was pale
Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum he was summoned up from hell
Booted down a spell
By a square-dancin’ farmer
By a square-dancin’ farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up and said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his hooves.
"If you fall into my circle again I’ll tan your red hide
And dance you on your tail, and pitch you from now to now
Pitch you from now to now."
And the hotlick kicked, and the fire leaped an’ licked
And the hotlick kicked and the fire just leaped an’ licked
And the hotlick kickin’ an’ the fire jus’ leapin’ an’ lickin’
And the fire leaped and licked.

Harry Irene were a couple that lived in the green
Harry Irene were a couple that ran a canteen
Ran a canteen
Ran a canteen
Two people Harry and Irene like you never seen
The floor was made of oak, the door was smokey gray
Their tuna sandwiches would turn the dark into day
Harry Irene were a couple that ran a canteen
Harry Irene were a couple that lived in the green
Ran a canteen
Ran a canteen took Harry for all of his green and Irene
Harry was left holding an empty canteen
What does this mean?
What does this mean?
What's the meaning of this?
Poor Harry, I guiss

Bat chain
Puller
Bat chain puller
Puller, puller

A chain with yellow lights
That glistens like oil beads
On its slick smooth trunk
That trails behind on tracks, and thumps
A wing hangs limp and retreats

Bat chain puller
Puller puller

Bulbs shoot from its snoot
And vanish into darkness
It whistles like a root snatched from dry earth
Sodbustin’ rakes with grey dust claws
Announces it's coming in the morning
This train with grey tubes
That houses people’s very thoughts and belongings.

Bat chain puller
Puller puller

This train with grey tubes that houses people’s thoughts,
Their very remains and belongings.
A grey cloth patch
Caught with four threads
In the hollow wind of its stacks
Ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks,
Lunging the cushioned thickets.
Pumpkins span the hills
With orange Crayola patches.
Green inflated trees
Balloon up into marshmallow soot
That walks away in faulty circles,
Caught in grey blisters
With twinkling lights and green sashes
Drawn by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths
That blister and break in agony
In zones of rust
They gild gold sawdust into dust.

Bat chain puller,
Puller puller.

Owed T'Alex

Stupid heart, cupid heart
Where will ya go from here
Magnetic ring, magnetic draw
Ooh, whatcha got me into
Eye of ah wolf, chrome craw
Leavin' ya now, I'll write cha, ma
Takin' ah putt up t' Carson City
Well, if y' hear me howlin' - W'hell,
Sittin' pretty, Tastin' nitty gritty
Puttin' on in t' Carson City
Sparks, tattoos, 2 tat, 'n ah toot
Helmets, crosses, 'n a patch t' boot
Engine hot, pipes burn white
Glad ah'm not … home t'night
Five miles back
Ah took ah spill
Thought I almost paid m' bill
Makin' m' putt ta Carson City
Party time with the Jones by name
Aww, it's a shame - say, it's a pity
Gotta putt outta Carson City

candle shy
candle weep
fly hot candle leap
candle roll
unfold and ball
candle large
candle small
your threads of fire are burning up
your feathers of fire are winning night
and turning light
and turning light
light deepest night for me
and steer for me
spin and spin then and then
when I'm dancing with my love
the shadows flicker up above
up above the shadows do the candle mambo
candle roll
unfold and ball
candle blur
candle whir
candle her
candle her
while your lights are spinning around
your feathers of fire are winning night
and turning light
and turning light
candle crack
candle break
correct the night's mistake
(''repeating of parts'')