1. |
Slapper's Rap
05:01
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Slapper’s Rap
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich, Ray DeZonia, David Ybarra, Michael Addis - © 1987)
Forget Michael Jackson and his sister Janet
I’m David and my raps are gonna rock this planet
I’m the kind of guy that doesn’t say dirty things
But what I’m gonna tell you is gonna break your strings
I’m a slick rhythm psycho with lots of class
But when I hear a beat I gotta shake my ass
Got the ladies all screaming and then to dreaming
About trying to catch a ride on my ship full of seamen
They call me uncle Ray and I’m a bitches’ slave
You see these hippy dippy bitches they don’t wanna get laid
I’m gonna make them scream when we do the wild thing
Lounging all day in my banana sling
Now hold on Johnny you’re so full of boloney
You’re gonna wind up dead like a Mayor Masconi
If you fuck with me you’ll be fucking up a tree
Shooting the curl on my vanilla manitee
Caca cerote mierda carbon clap your hands and sing along
Don’t be a bitch don’t be a bore get off your ass and burn the floor
Well let me talk about a good friend of mine
He looks like a cerote and he’s full of might
He likes to play rough he likes to play sweet
He likes to talk back to girls’ pussies
I wake up in the morning and he’s pumping blood
I’m looking for a girlfriend cos he wants some love
Well everyone here have funky fun tonight
And here to tell you more is another friend Spike
I was born with a boner and the rhythm of a brother
I came out of mama’s pussy and right into another
My name is Spike and I must confess
When I’m not on stage I’m wearing a dress
I can huff and puff and stuff your muff
I can put my wang inside your thing until you’ve had enough
I can huddle and cuddle and make a little puddle
When you’re in my bed you’ll give me head and not a rebuttal
Caca cerote mierda carbon clap your hands and sing along
Don’t be a bitch don’t be a bore get off your ass and burn the floor
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2. |
Kevin Klub Swing
03:14
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Kevin Klub Swing
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 1986)
Drop the drink and go to heaven
light the torch and go to hell
the clock on the wall has struck eleven
birds close wings at the touch of bells
Wish I could remember
where the perfect place was
perhaps above ceilings perhaps at half mast
well, no matter
I go up and down on the kevin klub swing
and I turn right and left back shedding skin
Our love a preconceived bastard
molded from night's wet clay
gently, gently we seek each other's trust
rust has wounds you better pray
But while the moon is full
let's go for the spit and shine
I go up and down on the kevin klub swing
and I turn right and left back shedding skin
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3. |
Blue Funk
05:31
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Blue Funk
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 1984)
Up-upheaval not retrieval
the pain is something trivial
I should move for I'll never be as old as today
'cos it's true what they say
you got to get on the groove of things
or live inside a fishnet made of clay
Now a puppet can be made of wood, tin or gold
but a puppet is always something most definitely cold
it hisses and sighs and lives hypnotized
living for the living with an unheard cry
Now look at the silhouette reclining on a wall
with every step he takes, he’s gonna stumble and fall
ain't no sense in trying to live without a smile
soon you'll find babe-a-bubba that it just ain't worth the while
It’s better to die young in happiness
Than to live long and never get to know it
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4. |
From His Bottle (redux)
04:07
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From His Bottle
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 1986)
From his bottle there came the idea
of having trees by your side
the thought of singing happy tunes
is what makes this dream all worthwhile
And so in this dream I loved to see things burning
the higher the flames the more I laughed
burn you sinful creatures
I burned the tree I leaned on
shouldn't have done that
my wife wears strings of Jove's tears
now his bottle is empty, empty, empty
...and I watched and I laughed all alone
his bottle is empty
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5. |
Song #1
05:33
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Song #1
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 1986)
What's that thing you take so lightly
it's the life-giving truth
you twist and turn so naturally
forgetting common sense and points of view
'Cos if two can make one
then the one should be strong
brushing off the leaves that may fall
What was left after we laid together
something much like stormy weather
rain, thunder, maybe emptiness
like holding on to nothing
just fresh thin air, fresh thin air
What's that thing you cling to
is it affection or abuse
you like to twist and turn like plants are green
and to spread yourself like a hungry vine
your bed was a place with traces
a battlefield with heads hanging from a line
What was left after we laid together
something much like stormy weather
rain, thunder, maybe emptiness
like holding on to nothing
just fresh thin air, fresh thin air
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6. |
Here for You
05:11
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Here for You
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 2006)
Breaking the seal
To find in there something unreal
I think that you understand me
handle with care
ample the great big gap there
How could your mother conceive
Of someone like you
Good for me to say
the gobble of trotting affairs
taking grey elevators
All aboard the fray
pack a wrench a lunch
How could this cloud disappear
into belly profuse
how could it tell that it could turn
into something so new
a happy place with happy people
Now what for dessert
now what for the grand auction
now what for ever to stop
it fills a process, it fills a void
it represents the lowly voice
And then decisions are missions that turn into a void
so surreptitious the vicious little cycle of yore
But it’s not for me to say
I’m just around for a little bit
Picking on gels
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7. |
My Friend
05:15
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My Friend
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 1986)
My friend the ghost, sipping tea from a china cup
sitting there smiling as if in heaven
"I was struck by arrows wet with poison" he said
"they were sharp as steel" I stared with blank eyes
"I screamed for help" he said
"as loud as I possibly could,
but help was scarce and much too distant"
So I got up, walked out
and took a look at the coast it was clear
and not a single tear was shed
The information was lost, broken up by the mob
my friend no longer exists in this land
the ghost is so coy poking to human nature
got a velvet sheen and stigmatas to toy
been eating the flesh and trying to fit the skin
slowly becoming my kin
So I got up, walked out
and took a look at the coast it was clear
and not a single tear was shed
so I got up, walked out
and took a look at the coast it was clear
and not a single tear was shed
and not a single fear was felt
and not a single salty tear was shed
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8. |
Master Dong
04:34
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Master Dong
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich, Ray DeZonia, David Ybarra, Michael Addis - © 1985)
Oh hear what I say don’t you rap to this tune in the usual way
I’m the master dong the dragon gong if you wants to keep-a-time just slap along
Slap slap!
Check out my shit as you all can see I got a black belt in slap in umpteen degrees
I’m a legend and born in chorizo town where my soul was black and my skin was brown
I felt so small and out of place until I found an electric bass
I felt like a king and started slapping and that’s when all my good luck started
Bitches started coming from all around just to hear its aphrodisiac sound
Made me say ho! Get funky, I’m a slap slap happy junky
In 3 quarter time we end this rhyme shaking up a rhythm and feeling fine
I got your rhythm right here let’s rap the playground slapper’s cheer
Slap snap snake or bark, scribble dibble nipple and my voice will crack
Rapping up a tune like a slap balloon in a town called soggy star
Cos I’m the master dong the funky honky movie star figure and the prick of a donkey
Well now these for all we know could be the shoes of the master dong
They were made for walking no bullshit talking these dogs just can’t go wrong
Fruit doop de loop in my Seville coupe jamming bad tunes as we roll along
Well check out Ray he’s a master lay, he be steaming up the windows even in the day
Even makes Johnny Holmes look gay, stalks his bitches like a bird of prey
Check out Mike with his wonder spike he be fucking all the bitches since he was a tike
Bitches line up from car to trike it’s a 10 mile hike up his wonder spike
Check out Dave who the bitches crave he be shooting up a load like a tidal wave
The buddy Jesus of funk your soul he’ll save so make a donation now don’t delay
Now check out Marcelo not your average fellow got a cock the size of Montebello
g-i-g-o-l-o the bitches stroke his dong just like a cello
We’re the master dongs rap wizard king kong
some bitches have died when they’ve seen how long
We’re the master dongs rap wizard king kong
some bitches have died when they’ve seen how long
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9. |
In Spite of All
02:30
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In Spite of All
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 1996)
So close but sleep so far
I burnt my hand with a falling star
My steps were fast but much too short
But in failure I’d repose
Say a prayer and cry at most
Walking with lighter steps I shan’t fall
We’re laughing
We’re laughing
Truthful laughter in spite of all
Fall heavens then to you I’ll sing
And I’ll try to make it out of key
I’ll celebrate your birthday with a kiss
Walking paths that rain has wet
Waking hours go too fast my friend
But no matter we’ll just laugh and drink again
We’re laughing
We’re laughing
Truthful laughter in spite of all
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10. |
The Ocean
05:58
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The Ocean
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 1985)
The ocean was near
when we talked of the moon
blue stretching forever
the wind and waves whispered
wrap your troubles in glitter
there we stared at years of living in silence
devotion, the sea a world of magic
Oooh time, sand has a million secrets
just like the desert my faith lies there
The ocean was still
when we heard the song of sirens
picture schools of fish swimming in hundreds
sea horses and singing whales
that breathe a different way
and the sun looks dim from deep blue ocean
Oooh time, sand has a million secrets
just like the desert my faith lies there
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11. |
Automatico
03:57
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Automatico
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 2006)
Que el tiempo paso asi como nubes negras
corriendo como una bestia tras las tinieblas
Que bueno que ya calmaste a tu mala mente
chistoso que no somos tan diferentes, e?
Automatico, lo que siento yo
Que gusto me da testigo de movimiento
automatico es el conocimiento
Neurotico soy adicto a la belleza
y cuando me pongo al rojo se pone fea
Automatico, lo que siento yo
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Song #2
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 2006)
Oh well in face of old
Versatility, fireworks
A tense of mending foe
To never return
Such thoughts of you
Pictures of how it ought to be
Been turning wheels repeatedly and I
See you all the time you know
See you all the time you know
See you all the time you know
Such thoughts to brood
Beating hearts on the way to obtuse
Been turning wheels repeatedly and skies
And three cheers for the way that you do
what you do when you do that one thing that you do
See you all the time you know
See you all the time you know
See you all the time you know
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Pictures of Age
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 1984)
I see the pictures of age
I see them fade to grey
Resembling bodies with curved bones
Happily waving goodbye
The first one to fall just gave a laugh
The second one spat blood on the floor
The third one cried helplessly
Turning page after page
These are the pictures of age
These are the pictures of age
Waiting outside a hall
Waiting for these stages to change
I draw a picture of age
And just show it to age behind
Age becomes distressed
His feeling of anger is expressed
And, pictures of age
Are all I see in my dreams
These are the pictures of age
These are the pictures of age
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13. |
Pictures of Age
04:08
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Pictures of Age
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 1984)
I see the pictures of age
I see them fade to grey
Resembling bodies with curved bones
Happily waving goodbye
The first one to fall just gave a laugh
The second one spat blood on the floor
The third one cried helplessly
Turning page after page
These are the pictures of age
These are the pictures of age
Waiting outside a hall
Waiting for these stages to change
I draw a picture of age
And just show it to age behind
Age becomes distressed
His feeling of anger is expressed
And, pictures of age
Are all I see in my dreams
These are the pictures of age
These are the pictures of age
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14. |
A Better Place
04:25
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A Better Place
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 1986)
Pregnant with the idea of a better place
east of things like heaven and hell
a place where ears are not deaf to screams
but the price of emancipation is a high one
Youth it spits out many contradictions
as many as the stars in the sky
time tracks our decisions
fickle convictions would leave us dry
But if a walk should take us there
would we find the streets cleaner
fresher the scent of flowers
or another Christ with a bag of guilt
Pregnant with the idea of a better place
east of words that mean nothing
a place where eyes are not blind to sin
and where peace is not just a dream
There's plenty of room for yearning in our lives
plenty for sleepless nights
plenty for thoughts of discipline, but discipline likes to hide
But if a walk should take us there
would we find the streets cleaner
fresher the scent of flowers
or another Christ with a bag of guilt
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15. |
Blue Funk (disco mix)
06:07
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16. |
From His Bottle
06:17
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From His Bottle
(Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich - © 1986)
From his bottle there came the idea
of having trees by your side
the thought of singing happy tunes
is what makes this dream all worthwhile
And so in this dream I loved to see things burning
the higher the flames the more I laughed
burn you sinful creatures
I burned the tree I leaned on
shouldn't have done that
my wife wears strings of Jove's tears
now his bottle is empty, empty, empty
...and I watched and I laughed all alone
his bottle is empty
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17. |
Disco Nausea
17:45
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Titicacaman Records Encinitas, California
Titicacaman Records is an extension of Titicacaman Studio, a means to release to a wider audience the music being created within those walls. The label’s fast growing catalog includes: The Royal Orchestra of Titicaca; Crow Squawk; Son of Radul; Me Me the Moth; Nicey Nice World; The Playground Slap; Gunther’s Grass; Marcelo Radulovich and others. ... more
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