Kinky Boot Beast
March 1997
Our first full length album.
Primitive Records PCD001-2

Currently out of print, but available as a digital download from iTunes.

Track Listing

1. Miss You
2. Nothing
3. Girl
4. Wash Away
5. Hit the Ground
6. Be the One
7. Ugly You
8. Real Life Story
9. The Clock
10. Growing Girl
11. The Last One
12. Who is God
13. Wasted Hours
14. Undercover

Lyrics

miss you (kennedy)
kick me in the head/what’s that you’re on about? lick my brain instead, well I could do without all of this comfort and care with a twist/it makes me wanna kill you/sidestrokes and lies that I missed… well I didn’t miss them, and I will not miss this golden opportunity to tell it all/just visit me in prison when I finally take the fall for our sins, which we planned - yes you planned them with me/loopholes and bugs that I missed… well I know the story, and I will not miss the crime, but i’ll try not to miss you/i will try not to miss you and I will try not to care, but you’re all I care about… all I care… all I care/i think you in spite of myself/it makes me wanna hate you/standing upright with a lisp/you’re a dated postcard, and a number changed/i’ll try not to miss you

nothing (kennedy)
not another morning that gets started in the afternoon, you sigh, just waiting for the sun again to fall down through the hole that fills your stomach/hard to swallow thanks but to the lump which occupies your throat, and slows your breathing/call on fate to seal your way through everything and nothing/the telephone will ring to grant you good advice you’ll hear, but will not use/you’re so convinced you’ll lose… but still it’s calling, bouncing off the plaster walls, inviting only greater falls for you, but what else can you do but what you’re doing? call on fate to seal your way through everything and nothing/’cause nothing is the key to what the world has planned for me/if nothing was my name, you’d call me…/well it’s just another morning that gets started standing still, but with a plan to be an also-ran who gave up running/call on fate to seal your way through everything and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing… nothing

girl (kennedy/silver)
I see through her, she’s a needle in my spine/call me loser, ‘cause I cannot win this time/she’s the one with the cards for playing/can’t believe the words she’s saying/think it’s time I find another girl/ten a.m. and soon the phone begins to ring/she’s not stealing, but she’s taken everything/first my friends, then my happiness/kinda tastes like she’s obsessed/sometimes I wish that they’d bring back the chair/hey - we’ve gotta get something straight between us/hey - don’t point that crooked finger my way/you’re the reason i’m in therapy/girl… girl…girl…girl

wash away (kennedy/welsh)
if you change the reason why you change your hair, then maybe life would let you up off your raw back/you’d get a chance to maybe laugh at those mistakes that made you sorry/i’ll laugh along with you/if the rain is all you’re asking from the skies, can it wash away the hurt you feel inside? can you see your life pass right before your eyes? the darkest sky i’ve ever seen, it came to rest on top of me/not one half hour had quite gone by since you turned your head, and left me wondering why you always hold it back/why can’t you cry for me? If the rain is all you’re asking from the skies, can it wash away the hurt you feel inside? can you see your life pass right before your eyes?

hit the ground (kennedy)
got a noose around your neck/you must have earned it, you usually do/you’re trying to be just so perfect, but you’ve got your eyebrows in your pockets/i show the way, I show the way, and you see the way… you see the way to go, but you’re falling faster, faster than I ever care to know/’cause you’re my brother, and you’re my father, and I can’t be letting you hit the ground/well can you put the past down for a minute? give your hammering arm a rest/just let the coffin build itself/i’d like to bury someone else, ‘cause you’re all i’ve got, you’re all i’ve got, you’re all i’ve got/i can’t stand to see you go, but you’re falling faster, faster than I ever care…‘cause you’re my freedom, and you’re my greatest fear, and I can’t be letting you hit the ground/your life is mine to keep from harm/my senses have all bought the farm/i’ll never let you hit the ground/i’ll never let you hit the ground/i’ll never let you hit the ground/i’ll never let you hit the ground/i’ll never let you hit the ground/i’ll never let you hit the ground

be the one (kennedy/epperson)
it’s just this crazy game that people play, to hold you close, then turn away from me without a single word of explanation, and you’ve learned to hide your feelings deep inside your heart/holding two people far apart/denying love, protecting lies, and all your silly alibis, so that you never have to pick the one to be the one and only love to be the one who lets you be the one to be the one to be the one and only one to be… I want to be the one to be the one/it hurts more as it gets nearer, and clearer in my mind/i’m holding on to a feeling that’s starting to unwind/so, now if we play this game within your rules, the winners lose, the losers fools/too many leaves upon the ground, and small things lost i’ve never found/oh, where do dreams go when you wake? the fire goes, the ashes cake into another cross to bear until I am the one and only love to be the one who lets you be the one to be the one to be the one and only one to be… I want to be the one to be the one/you know the blues come so easy, and love songs come so hard, but the blues can’t get you over when a love song steals your heart/you swear that we’ll be friends forever and a day, but things don’t ever work that way/it’s just another compromise, a useless tear that never dries/it still could be the greatest thing… a sappy song for us to sing, if you could bring yourself to choose the one to be the one and only love to be the one who lets you be the one to be the one to be the one and only one to be… I want to be the one to be the one

ugly you (kennedy)
mother nature cracked her head/look what sprung up from her bed/mercy me, if that aint ugly/look and see if that aint ugly/could it be everything I need? could it be? look into my eyes… what a nice surprise/ugly soon begins to walk/blink an eye, and now it talks/what’s it say? I aint ugly/what’s it say? I aint ugly/saturday - take me out to play… out to play… some birthday… out to play/in the hospital we wait/doctor wants to amputate, and all the nurses simply state: "that’s no life! kill the ugly! get the knife! kill the ugly! Is that your wife? god, she’s ugly too… and so are you… ugly too…ugly you"

real life story (kennedy)
it’s a real life story coming through on the wire/a man is ruined, forces him to retire/well he calls reinforcements, but they shy from his side, saying, "you can’t be all the things you want in this life"/well, call me crazy, call me stupid/call it up in the air polluted minds are crazy, i’m so stupid/i won’t get involved/well it’s a real tear-jerker, a real-live jerk is the star, and i’ll take you for crying… cue for crying, oh, yeah/’cause it’s unhappy times, unhappy places/all I do is just yell "places"/i just yell "places"/oh, give me lights, give me cameras, lots of actors, writers, and gophers/i don’t need a script to say "change the channel right away"/call me crazy, call me stupid/call it up in the air polluted minds are crazy, i’m so stupid/i won’t get involved… I won’t get involved/’cause it’s a real life… yeah, it’s a real life story/and I won’t get…

the clock (chow/kennedy/epperson)
wasting time has been a passion of mine, but my hands have never been cleaner/my mouth is dry from standing in line, but i’ll wait here just the same/she calls me in just to let me go, but her arms have never been broken… and in her mind, and through her eyes are the saddest words she’s spoken/the clock is turning ‘round, the seconds tick/the house is burning down, my arms are empty/time spent is wasted time, I spend it anyway/a wall of webs is all that remains, but a tainted light burns through it/a simple truth is all that I need, but the lies spew from the pulpit/the clock is fading fast, the hands will melt/our future is our past, the ground will tilt/our time is wasted time/the clock is turning ‘round, the seconds tick/the house is burning down, my arms are empty/time spent is wasted time, I spend it anyway

growing girl (kennedy)
you’re the poison, i’m the cure hiding in your cabinet/what’d you think them pills were for? the growing girl is at the door/don’t see - it’s much too cloudy/don’t hear - it’s much too loud/don’t feel - it feels too funny/get away from the madding crowd/oops, I got too literary for you/the last thing I would hope to do is bore you, but it’s hard to write a new cliche/save it for another day/i’ve nothing to say… another lecture thrown away/don’t see - it’s much too cloudy/don’t hear - it’s much too loud/don’t feel - it feels too funny/get away from the madding crowd/well, you’re the poison, i’m the cure hiding in your cabinet/what’d you think them pills were for? the growing girl is at the door/well I guess you’re not all you’re cracked up to be, dear/well it’s best that things were not left up to me, dear/oh, ‘cause no fragile article is spared… come to think, I don’t much care/you’re gonna be scared, but it’s a pick-me-up, so let’s be scared/don’t see - it’s much too cloudy/don’t hear - it’s much too loud/don’t feel - it feels too funny/get away, get away/it’s much too loud… cloudy…it’s much too loud/feels too funny, it feels too funny… get away

the last one (kennedy/silver)
quite a year for choking back the tears/glad you’re here to make like you’re sincere/i am your scapegoat, your raincoat, afterall, and you’ll be the last one… the last one that i’ll call/dutiful and loyal ‘til the end/sad goodbye, these moments now we spend/a runaway boxcar won’t get far, afterall/this station’s the last one… the last one, and you fall/hey, little dog, i’m coming down with your disease/not content to sit around, i’ll ride amongst the fleas (and all that once mattered is gone/i’ve been there and done it all wrong)/let it go - you can’t keep holding on/waste away - tomorrow i’ll be strong, ‘cause i’m not your scapegoat, your raincoat, afterall, and you’ll be the last one… the last one that i’ll call… call… the last one

who is god (kennedy)
you tried to be ten feet tall by making everyone else small, but you’re only left standing ‘cause you killed them all/you hope to make them understand it was essential to your plan to never be a man/you’ll never be a man/well i’ve studied your ways, malicious games that you play… judas/so once again you’re in the sack, ready to show us what you lack, trying to stop your star fading, they’re painting it black/you’re gonna prove that you’re the boss by justifying all you’ve lost/you’ll never be a man/you couldn’t be a man/they’ll put your ego to bed once all your friendships are dead…judas/but how can I dare say you’re anything but god? can you hear through your hair, as I tell you who is god? can you hear through your hair, as I tell you who is god? can you hear through your hair, as I tell you who is… judas?

wasted hours (kennedy)
it strikes me in a way that I can’t explain/don’t care much, but outside it’s beginning to rain/but it made not a puddle that I saw, and a dry fleet of ships braved the downpour, and a drainpipe was gurgling, stormclouds were surging, saying you were going away/i never saw, heard, or knew you were there/keep on falling through the ice/never wait for my advice/all your wasted hours are through/i turned back to the page that we last were on/couldn’t see well, so I tried with the lights turned off, and you’ll never believe what I saw/there were stars burning out on the floor, and the room starting swirling, jerking, and turning, saying you were going away/i never saw, heard, or knew you were there/i could be wrong, tried to belong, but I barely started/some lesson learned, hurts getting burned and broken… broken-hearted/it strikes me in a way that I can’t explain/don’t care much, but outside it’s beginning to rain/i never saw, heard, or knew you were there/keep on falling through the ice/never wait for my advice/all your wasted hours are through/raising spirits from the dead/grand illusions fill your head/no more wasted hours for you/keep on falling through the ice/never wait for my advice/all your wasted hours are through/no more wasted… no more wasted… no more wasted

undercover (wehler/chow)
please won’t you keep your pants on/i’m trying to stop this motion/these colors that bind me here are creeping through my head/i thought you were ready to run/it’s such a ridiculous notion to think that I trusted you/my shoes are filled with lead/i always thought that you would smother (mother), but now I find that you’re just undercover/so now that you’re super-scented, you’re finding yourself resented/you’re caught in a pickle barrel calling candy out/be sure that you leave the heat on/leave something to wipe your feet on, and tell your boyfriend you’ll be coming home by nine/you never even tried to take it (fake it), but now you know you’re never gonna make it/you’re gonna make it after… kiss a kitten from behind and get a furry mouth/steal my bike when i’m not looking… dish a blizzard out/you never even tried to take it (fake it), but now you know you’re never gonna make it/i always thought that you would smother (mother), but now I find that you’re just undercover