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The League of Extraordinary Octopuses

by The Fur Coats

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1.
The League! Of! Extraordinary! Octopuses!
2.
Red/Blue 01:47
Red/Blue You’re high – on all the colors Ask why – I’ll never tell Focus hard – cause here’s an eye chart What do I see there? I’ll never tell. Red/Blue – I’m going under Sez you – makes you wonder Red/Blue – is that your best shot? Sez you – I’ll answer guess not People ask, “Are you colorblind?” I answer, ”I’m not alone.” Can’t choose between black or white Or more precisely shades of gray Red/Blue – I’m going under Sez you – makes you wonder Red/Blue – is that your best shot? Sez you – I’ll answer guess not Red/Blue? Sez You.
3.
Talking to Myself There’s a place I like to go Takes up no space It’s called being alone I really enjoy talking to myself Just lettin’ you know There was a time Long, long ago When I gave a shit Now I just don’t know I really enjoy talking to myself Just lettin’ you know Just lettin’ you know.
4.
Goddamn, I’m a Handsome Man! Please accept my apology for barfing in your car I probably didn’t need those last shots Did I really grab your brother’s ass And kick your fuzzy cat? I was out of line – even if he’s hot I went into the bathroom Looked in the mirror And saw myself for what I really am I went into the bathroom Looked in the mirror And saw myself for what I really am Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn I’m a handsome man! Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn I’m a handsome man! Last night I had some ice cream, Pizza, and rib-tips, with White Castle, for dessert Then I imagined all the people who would kiss these Greasy lips, as I rolled around without a shirt I went into the bathroom Looked in the mirror And saw myself for what I really am I went into the bathroom Looked in the mirror And saw myself for what I really am Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn I’m a handsome man! Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn I’m a handsome man!
5.
Kukla, Fran and Ollie Climbing up the tallest And the smallest of the Hills that we can find Twisting spoons and cracking moons With all the brilliant colors of our minds There we go There we go Waking up the dead The ghosts are tumbling in their beds They’re feeling fine Racing dogs that sleep like logs Hacking up blue diamonds How they shine There we go There we go Climbing up the tallest And the smallest of the Hills that we can find Racing dogs that sleep like logs Hacking up blue diamonds And they’re mine Yes, they’re mine! There we go There we go
6.
Tiny Fists 02:58
Tiny Fists There’s a lot of talkin’ There’s a lot of sound Brand new shoots are pushin’ Up from underground Raise your tiny fists and take a poke at the world Raise your tiny fists and take a poke at the world Raise your tiny fists and take a poke at the world Raise your tiny fists – raise your tiny fists! I’m a super-hero I have x-ray eyes I can tell a story In which no one dies Raise your tiny fists and take a poke at the world Raise your tiny fists and take a poke at the world Raise your tiny fists and take a poke at the world Raise your tiny fists – raise your tiny fists!
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A Thanksgiving Day Murder I thought that you liked me? I thought that you liked me, Cause I’m here for you? And now his skin is golden brown I cut him up without a sound And the tables neatly set But I can still hear his voice Deep inside my head I thought that you liked me? I thought that you liked me, Cause I’m here for you?
8.
I Drank a Beer I drank a beer Or did the beer drink me? Went the extra mile To see what I could see Lived for forty years Never took a breath Never made a move That wasn’t second-guessed I drank a beer Or did the beer drink me? I drank a beer Or did the beer drink me? I drank a beer Or did the beer drink me? I drank a beer Or did the beer drink me?
9.
What The Fuck Do I Do Now? Drank a 40 from a brain pan Made a painting from a spray tan Ate a rat buffet, saw a stupid play But all that I can say – whoa oh oh oh Is what the fuck do I do now? Stole candy from a baby But the details are hazy Did a disco dance, had a sweet romance Stole all your pants – whoa oh oh oh What the fuck do I do now?
10.
George Washington’s Zombie Face Come with me, we’re gonna chop that fuckin’ tree George Washington’s a zombie corpse The best that he can be! Well there you are, a drunken, falling star Your messed up life just hit the wall Like a runaway clown car God knows we’re not the kind who pray Down on our knees as the world slips away God knows we always try and try Living for today, ‘cause tomorrow we may die Sing my song, the words all came out wrong But that’s the way it always goes Shut up and play along Grain of salt, winning by default George Washington and his zombie face Brought the show to a screeching halt God knows we’re not the kind who pray Down on our knees as the world slips away God knows we always try and try Living for today, ‘cause tomorrow we may die Come with me, we’re gonna chop that fuckin’ tree George Washington’s a zombie corpse The best that he can be!
11.
Don’t Make Me Beg Don’t make me beg I’m dyin’ here Have I made it clear Don’t wanna die alone? So shake a leg We can steal a car Probably won’t get far Better bring your phone Give me something to believe Somehow I cannot perceive Myself as a winner, myself as a winner Give me something to believe Somehow I cannot conceive Myself as winning, myself as winning Now Don’t make me sad With stupid talk About politics and new cells phones I might get mad But what else is new? What can you do? Least I’m not alone (Chorus) Don’t make me beg I’m dyin’ here Have I made it clear Don’t wanna die alone? It’s not that bad We can rent a car Probably won’t get far Better bring your phone
12.
Ipso Fatso 02:39
Ipso Fatso I’m so hungry for Be Bim Bop I’m so hungry for Be Bim Bop I’m so hungry I just can’t stop I’m so hungry – I’m so hungry I’m so hungry for cold hard steel I’m so hungry for cold hard steel I want something I know is real I’m so hungry – I’m so hungry Run away Shed my skin Find a place To begin again When I'm gone Please pretend That I was good That you were my friend I’m so angry with James Earl Jones I’m so angry with James Earl Jones I’ll do a dance atop his bones I’m so angry – I’m so angry I’m so hungry for cold hard steel I’m so hungry for cold hard steel I want something I know is real I’m so hungry – I’m so hungry Run away Shed my skin Find a place To begin again When I'm gone Please pretend That I was good That you were my friend
13.
I Read Tons of Ayn Rand, Dude Pile of junk, pile of junk, pile of junk It stunk Sitcoms all around me And I don’t know what to do Scratch and win any venal sin And they’ll tell you that it’s true If you’re a man with nerves of steel You can go blow up a mall The experience might make you scream But it’ll keep you on the ball Pile of junk, pile of junk, pile of junk It stunk I don’t ask for handouts Cause I get my drinks for free Comps and songs and sing-a-longs For as far as I can see And I don’t give a damn If you’re rubber or you’re glue Just keep it short and to the point Don’t tell me what to do Pile of junk, pile of junk, pile of junk It stunk
14.
Tell Me Something I Don’t Already Know Hey people can you hear that sound? A skipping record going round and round. We know, Marc, we know This guitar is out of tune A rabid dog baying at the moon We know, Marc, we know We know, yes Marc, we know Sittin’ on the wall Skinny legs and all If there’s time for screaming Maybe that time is now And we can all agree somehow Up against the wall You’re so big and we’re so small If there’s a time for pushing Maybe that time is now And we can all agree somehow We can all agree somehow Bionic Woman is a friend of mine She keeps me safe, she keeps me in line We know, Marc, we know Sittin’ on the wall Skinny legs and all If there’s time for screaming Maybe that time is now And we can all agree somehow Up against the wall You’re so big and we’re so small If there’s a time for pushing Maybe that time is now And we can all agree somehow We can all agree somehow Tell me something...

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Marc R.: Guitars, Vocals
Devon Kay: Bass, Vocals
Davey Houle: Drums , percussion
With: David Winer: Trumpet
and Erik Rasmussen: Keyboards

Recorded by Erik Rasmussen
@Observatory Studios, Chicago, IL
Mastered by Carl Saff
Cover art by Marc Ruvolo
Design by Davey Houle
Band photos by Patrick Houdek

Vinyl LP released by Dirt Cult Records,
Artistic Integrity Records, and Drunken Sailor
Records (UK). Compact disc released by Johann's
Face Records.

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released June 6, 2014

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