THE SLIP



Four Songs From Colonial America
1993

Recorded 1993
Unknown Studio - Portland, Oregon
Words and music by The Slip
Photos by Ken Anderson
Design by Dave Horowitz


Five Dollar Man

There's a show he knows
And it goes down in a little house across town
When he saves up his hard earned pay
Well you know that little girl she takes him far away

She writes him dirty letters
And seals them with her lips
Well that's his idea of romance
Well you know she don't argue with it

He's a five dollar man
He's got his beer and bike in hand
Through the bricks he watches her lips
And after the show where the people don't go

Well tonight its drag
And a bit of that sweet corn
Well I guess I'll see ya tomorrow
Where they can't be torn


Tylor Durand: Vocal / Bass
Justin Ferren: Electric guitar
Dave Horowitz: Drums


Catfish

It was a real tricky day and I was lazin around
A drunk
dunk fisherman I hope I don't drown
I fished around in the bait pale look what I found
A stinky pink sausage link to toss in the sound

Well I caught a fucking catfish
And I put him in my dish
Yes I caught a fucking catfish
And I put him in my dish

A fish it tugged on my pole at the fishing hole
My line slipped out towards the shore
So I set my hook hard to reach my goal
A breakfast platter of fish matter to sooth my soul

Well I hooked a fucking catfish
And I put him in my dish
Yes I hooked a fucking catfish
And I put him in my dish

Well I was sick all day after that morning meal
A food chain pain from head to heel
Well the fish he had some toxic suds concealed
Well now he's in my gut you know how I feel

Tylor Durand: Bass
Justin Ferren: Vocal / Electric guitar
Dave Horowitz: Drums


Town She's In

Well I deamt I sailed to Portugal
With only a name in my pocket
I went to see a girl
Who carved up the world a few moons back
And in a town called Mayhem I found her
She was tending tables by the shore
Told the old man at the bar
The one thing he told me was that
She had holes in her soles
Ah but she was smiling nonetheless
That's what he said
Ah well she'll probably steal forks from your draws
And he said this to me
She'll hide in your socks
But I care none because I know that she carved up the world
A few moons back
Mayhem

Tylor Durand: Vocal / Bass
Justin Ferren: Electric guitar
Dave Horowitz: Drums


Whip It
by Devo

What? Say that again, with the suit what I don't need
You ain't got no job you don't gotta wear no suit!

Crack that whip
Give the past the slip
Step on a brick
Break your momma's back

When a problem comes along
You must whip it
Before the freaks that talk too long
You must whip it
When something's going wrong
You must whip it

Now whip it
Into shape
Shape it up
Get straight
Go forward
Move ahead
It's not too late
To whip it
Whip it good

When a good time turns around
You must whip it
You will never live it down
Unless you whip it
No one gets their way
Until they whip it

I say whip it
Whip it good y'all
I say whip it


Tylor Durand: Vocal / Bass
Justin Ferren: Electric guitar
Dave Horowitz: Drums / Vocal breaks

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