1. |
Animals They Dream About
03:50
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Tribes of people
Without walls
Without words, windows, clothes
They aren’t naked, they aren’t silent
They don’t see in what they can’t see out
A million little rooms
With curtains tightly drawn
What we watch for at day
We become at night
Chorus: (x4)
What we watch for at day
We become at night
Tribes of people, who become
The animals, they dream about
My brother has a car
It is his private part
Even in America we are watched
Watch each other like the clock
Even in America we are watched
Watch each other like the clock
Chorus
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2. |
Bones
03:28
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Move those bones
Shake those bones
Sway on those bones
Give way, to those bones
Move those bones
Shake those bones
Sway on those bones
Give way, to those bones
Bones, from out of the closet … moving
Bones in the night, lit up by the moon
Where are you going?
Move those bones
Shake those bones
Sway on those bones
Give way, to those bones
Bones in the meat
Move across the floor
And focus on the foot bone
Bones on the prowl
Swinging on their hinges
Well, look at the hips move
Shake those bones (x4)
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3. |
More Alike
03:53
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When our team goes out to bowl
When we go to the shopping mall
When we're riding on the bus
We will look more alike
We will look more alike
Standing on line at the bank
Someone notices my tie
Say yeah this kinda looks like yours
I got it at a Kmart
We will look more alike
Chorus:
We will look more alike
We will look more and more alike
We will look more alike
Sally puts on a wig
Betty puts on her shoes
Lois puts on eyelashes
Mary puts on a belt
Don your identity, don your identity
Rely on your neighbor for the correct century
Sam takes a diet pill
Bob shaves his face
Gus eats bran buds
Fred puts on a hair piece
Products are like fate
Products are like fate
Products are like a fate in which we will look alike
When our team goes out to bowl
When we go to the shopping mall
When we're riding on the bus
We will look more alike
(Chorus)
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4. |
Blue or White
04:32
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One man does it with his head
One man does it with his hands
One man does it with his feet on the ground
One man does it sitting down
Chorus:
Blue or White (x2)
One man does it with his car
One man does it with his hoe
One man does it with his tie on
One man does it with his boots on
Chorus
One man goes to jail
One man goes to the bank
One man plays by the rules
That the other makes
Chorus
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5. |
Interstate 5
04:22
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6. |
Straight Lines
04:24
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From up on a hill
I see the big ones go to work
And the little ones go to school
Holding boxes
I walk around the streets
And listen to what they’re saying
Trying to think
Of what’s missing
I put a scar on my face
I gave myself a physical change
Now everyone knows
What I stand for
Chorus: (x3)
Were there straight lines
Were there straight lines
Was it such a straight line
Before man came around
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7. |
Jack
03:30
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I know this guy named Jack
The expert on what’s good and bad
Though he doesn’t do anything but give his opinion
You have to respect the fact
That Jack is cool and cool people know best
That Jack is cool and cool people know best
Chorus:
Run Jack Run
Run Jack Run
Can he keep up with the pace
Run Jack Run
Jack knows the difference between good and bad
He says that bad is when your stomach is full
Says “it’s a fine line”
And he knows all lines
All the lines, All the lines
Chorus
Jack thinks he makes you or breaks you
He thinks he creates a scene
But all he does is talk about
The things he wants to be, he wants to be
Chorus
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8. |
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I been walking
Around all day
And I just found
That funky thing on my shoe
It’s all over the ground
I been walking
Around all day
And I just found
That funky thing on my shoe
It’s all over the ground
Chorus:
Get that funky thing off of my shoe
Get that funky thing off of my shoe
Trying to shake it
Kick it, scrape it
Off of my shoe
Get it off of my shoe
I took it to the nightclub
To the barbecue
Now I got to get that
Funky thing, off of my shoe
(Chorus)
Find me a doormat
And I’ll twist and shake
Find me a curb
I’ll scrape off this mistake
Get the funky thing, off of my shoe (3)
Get that funky thing off of my shoe
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9. |
Warpaint
05:22
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It’s hard to get away
From that cloud up there
That thin wind
Won’t make it disappear
It’s hard to get away
From that cloud up there
A silhouette or shadow
What does it matter
They have old reasons
To use new weapons
Technically dressed
For primitive action
The things they do
For territory and religion
Without giving us
Any real protection
Warpaint – not on the face
Warpaint – still in the heart
I’ll read the last page first
It can’t get much worse
I’ll read the last page first
It can’t get much worse
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrows promise is us
Tomorrows not promised us
Tomorrow (etc.)
Like a rodent
I’ll dig a hole to live in
This is not the way
I want to meet mother nature
This is not the way
I want to meet three sisters
This is not the way
I want to hold a conversation
And everytime you leave
I give you pitying eyes
And more than your share
Of good byes
Warpaint - not on the face
Warpaint – still in the heart
(chorus)
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10. |
Your Face
03:14
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I see your face (x2)
I smell your smell (x2)
I hear your voice (x2)
But you're not here
You’re not, here
Chorus:
Your face (repeated)
Your look is just a gesture
Oh but what it does to me
I don't care about eating
Unless you're the waitress
I don't care about money
Unless you're the teller
I don't care about fashion
Unless you're the tailor
I don't care about sleeping
Unless you're in my dreams (x2)
(Chorus)
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11. |
Sidewalk Reel
02:44
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Eyes that meet from across the street
Split second encounters that seldom repeat
For all the different things men think
Their actions seem so few and similar
Fall into step with men
That are silent with ideas
Think about your partner
Peek at your partner
Join the sidewalk reel
Chorus: (x2)
The buildings get taller
The people get smaller
Step by step through generations
The sidewalks start to fill
Join the sidewalk reel
Shuffle down Broadway at night
Like moths attracted to the light
For all the different things men like
Their actions seem so few and similar
Fall into step with men that are silent with ideas
Think about your partner
Peek at your partner
Join the sidewalk reel
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UNITS - Scott Ryser Brooklyn, New York
Scott Ryser and his partner & wife, Rachel Webber, were the principal, songwriters, synth players, singers and filmmakers for the UNITS. The UNITS were one of America’s first electronic new wave bands and have been cited along with The Screamers and Suicide as pioneers of the music genre “synthpunk”. Scott & Rachel moved from SF to NYC in 1984 where Scott continues to make music & film ... more
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