Robot Hive / Exodus Album

Artist(s): Clutch

Cover Art

Clutch Robot Hive / Exodus Cover Art

Tracklist

The Incomparable Mr. Flannery

length: 3:44
writer: Clutch

First we get some surgery,
Lose the kids then our identities.
But one thing I know for a fact,
Moustache stays right where it's at.
REO Speedwagon, Kansas to Boston.
My ankle bracelet, already gone and lost it.
Them yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.

Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no tailights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?

We should get together and talk it over
At the Detroiter.
Delaware Destroyers, rocking with Dokken.
You front the money and I'll do all the talking.
Them Yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.

Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no tailights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?

Come a little closer honey, I won't bite ya.
One more lager and I might learn to like ya.

Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no tailights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to me man so close to being cured? (2x)

Burning Beard

length: 4:01
writer: Clutch
Every day I wake up we drink a lot of coffee and watch the CNN
Every day I wake up to a bowl of clover honey and let the locusts fly in.
Lobsterbacks attack the town again
Wrap all my things in aluminum
Beams of darkness streak across the sky
Pink rays from the ancient satellite

Every time I look out my window same three dogs looking back at me
Every time I open my windows cranes fly in to terrorize me
The power of the Holy Ghost

Shadow of the New Praetorian
Tipping Cows in fields Elysian
Saturnalia for all you have
The seven habits of the highly infected calf

Swan diving off the tongues of crippled giants
International Business Machine
Choking on bits of barley bread crumbs
Oh, this burning beard, I have come undone
It's just as I've feared. I have, I have come undone

Bugger dumb the last of academe
Okkam's razor makes the cutting clean
Shaven like a banker, lilac vegetal
Break the glass ceiling and the golden parachute on down

The power of the Holy Ghost comes to town
Shadow of the New Praetorian
Tipping cows in fields Elysian
Saturnalia for all you have
The seven habits of the highly infected calf

Gullah

length: 4:25
writer: Clutch
Ain't no doubt Jesus sees us
Acting foolishly on American Band Stand
Agog with spastic baskets, the latest fashions
Here I am, here I am, here I am.
But that chin music sound, oh how it drowns
Gotta shake 'em on down
Scaling up the heights of folly.
Kill the lights and bring the music down, Everybody be quiet.
Sudden movement on the Serengeti, get ready Freddy.
Opportunity only knocks once
Never mind the fat ones, just go for the slow ones
See how they run see how they run see how they run.

While you were busy lighting roman candles on the yellowcake
They shook you on down.
When the rain start falling, boatman calling,
Got to Shake 'em on down.

The flood receding, the mountain appears
Send out the black bird, send out the dove
You babel rabble-rousers
In polyester trousers
Big bright cities
Ain't no doubt Vishnu missed you, then Kali kissed you.
Better get busy
Days get shorter, air gets colder,
Tune on into the N.O.A.A. radio
Scaling up the heights of folly.

While you were busy lighting roman candles on the yellowcake
They shook you on down.
When the rain start falling, boatman calling,
Got to Shake 'em on down (2x)

The flood receding, the mountain appears
Send out the black bird, send out the dove...

Mice and Gods

length: 3:56
writer: Clutch
Silver women on the OMNI magazine
They got the future precisely laid out as I need.
That Lux Aeterna sound is so frightening.
Holding hands with Lucifer is never that enlightening.
So fire it up, fire it up,fire it up and the flesh be damned.
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up yeah that's the ticket now kick out the jams.

Engineer the future now. Damn tommorow, future now!
Throw the switches, prime the charge,
Yesterday's for mice and gods.

Life inside the biosphere, dodecahedron fever's here.
Sporting scarlet letters of genetic imperfection, dear
Love child in the reeds. Take a sample for the breed.
Should have left him in the stream. Cooing at the smitten queen.
So fire it up, fire it up,fire it up and the flesh be damned.
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up yeah that's the ticket now kick out the jams.

Engineer the future now. Damn tommorow, future now!
Throw the switches, prime the charge,
Yesterday's for mice and gods.

Slowly, broken windows returning to the sand
The economic factors are no longer relevant
That empty city sound is so frightening
Neolithic fear is such a motivating factory.
So fire it up, fire it up,fire it up and the flesh be damned.
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up yeah that's the ticket now kick out the jams.

Engineer the future now. Damn tommorow, future now!
Throw the switches, prime the charge,
Yesterday's for mice and gods.

Pulaski Skyway

length: 4:10
writer: Clutch
Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski way.
By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze.
So hats off to the industry's casualties
Tra loo tray lay.
Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Art class for the bourgeoisies, lab rats for the cat.
Real estate moguls, Chump Towers,
When the wind blows you can hear the windows go rat a tat rat a tat tat tat.

Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands, weighing down that union man.
Grab his ankles, stevedores,
Oh how those Jets do roar.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Oh but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie.
Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie.

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church

Never Be Moved

length: 4:05
writer: Clutch
Hold the whole world in our hand and greet the dawn with open arms
So make a contribution if you have been amused
But before we depart my brothers and sisters I have some heavy news
Oh how it breaks my heart this photograph
Several in the ministry practice a fuzzy math
Some of us wear the robes of righteous
Are a little more next of kin
To the Sleestak, the wicked one who makes a meal of our sins.

Ain't not telling how much longer
But we will never be, will never be moved

Woe be the architect of our city, cruel lever, the hillock strangler
Bold pusher of the cold bone index
Through the knotted bowels of the old alleyways
Read the future a false haruspex
Recall how he coaxed us out of the green plains
All of us, dumb eyed at the sheer number. So long ago it does not matter.
Woe be architect in his slumber for the Watcher never sleeps
And on that day there will be rejoicing and dancing in the streets

Get your evolution on
Good St. Charles Darwin wrote his gospel down
So keep your eyes turned to the sky and your ears down to the ground


10001110101

length: 5:01
writer: Clutch
Ribonucleic acid freak out, the power of prayer
Long halls of science and all the lunatics committed there
Robot Lords of Tokyo, SMILE CHASE KIDS!
Do you not know that the royal hunting grounds are always forbidden?
Are you rolling tape now? Bits and pieces large and small
Sector, vector, eat them all. It's already in their eyes.
Among the mental ones a messenger will soon arrive.

10 0011 10101

Periodic table with a center piece of mind
Man alive the jive and lyrics
Radioactive, don't come near it
Temple of the Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Ain't nothing you can do about it. Gonna be a big brawl over it
Like them little bitty babies in the king cakes
Bonnie & Clyde, the whole dome,
The shackles of automaton will shatter like their bones.

Small Upsetters

length: 2:39
writer: Clutch
(Instrumentalism)

Circus Maximus

length: 3:43
writer: Clutch
Will you be entertained by beast and knives?
Vital mentalisms will blow your minds!
Cthulu’s red headed step child, quite the precocious babe.
We like to keep it on the D.L. because our clientele prefers it that way
The seven legged sow will see to the after-show.
Don’t you think the candelabra gives a pleasant glow?

Now may I present to you the basilisk?
Please dawn your goggles if you wish to resist.
From the fiery depths of the planet’s core
The never sleeping for wont of eating unholy stench of the manticore.

Please produce your access pass, no photographs please.
Some of our guests are…how shall I say? Hyperbolic V.I.P.
There is a velvet room for the discriminating pack.
Celebrities and tentacles regard the beast with two backs.

The seven legged sow will see to the after-show.
Don’t you think the candelabra gives a pleasant glow?

Paparazzi! World wide video debut!
Paparazzi! World wide video debut!
Paparazzi! World wide video debut!
Paparazzi! World wide video debut!

And just when you thought it could get no stranger,
May I present the semblance of a Scandanavian doppelganger.
From the frozen depths of a forgotten fjord,
The never sleeping for wont of eating unholy stench of the manticore

Tripping the Alarm

length: 2:26
writer: Clutch
(Instrumentalism)

10,000 Witnesses

length: 3:30
writer: Clutch
After defying the grip on the hangman's noose
And recovering my cognizance,
Spun the compass North by Northwest
And took Liberty out for a long slow dance.
Took a good look around, what did I see?
A big red tent and people coming in like the tide of the sea.
I ducked in to catch some shade,
Preacher jump up all ablaze.

They say this year rock is coming back, Jack.
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack.
Carnivorous, no mercy son.
There is plenty here for everyone so come get you some!

10,000 Witness, show 'em how it's done, son.
Fist full of cottonmouth, rock that podium.
Walk on ashes, no half stepping, kid.
Their fans are flashing in expectations.
All right now!

They say this year rock is coming back, Jack.
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack.
Carnivorous, no mercy son.
There is plenty here for everyone so come get you some!

Living on the lamb and all cut loose,
Number of the saints walk on in.
Gonna find my executioners
And show them exactly what it means to live.

10,000 Witness, show 'em how it's done, son.
Fist full of cottonmouth, rock that podium.
Walk on ashes, no half stepping, kid.
Their fans are flashing in expectations.
All right now!

They say this year rock is coming back, Jack.
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack.
Carnivorous, no mercy son.
There is plenty here for everyone so come get you some!


Land of Pleasant Living

length: 4:07
writer: Clutch
For the Vodka spinning Mir
All that is is passing
And now is never here
So keep on raging
You frenzied pioneers
No time for the wringing of hands
Strange faced ambassadors, strike up the band
Bust out that Dom Perignon
Johnnie Walker Red on that fairway lawn

Remember tripping on the fourth of July?
Exploding octopuses in disguise?
They picked you up and they never let you down.
Everyone’s forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now.

Yuri Garagin sends
His kindest regards
How those Yankees doing?
Still Rock and Roll and Fancy cars?
But onto pressing matters
Such as the gluttony of the starving stars.

No time for the wringing of hands
Strange faced ambassadors, strike up the band
Bust out that Dom Perignon
Jonnie Walker Red on that fairway lawn

Remember tripping on the fourth of July?
Exploding octopuses in disguise?
They picked you up and they never let you down.
Everyone’s forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now


Gravel Road

length: 5:19
composer: Clutch
lyricist: Mississippi Fred McDowell
I'm goin' down that gravel, gonna take the right hand road
I'm goin' down that gravel, gonnatake the right hand road
And I ain't gonna stoppin' til my baby's home

That girl I'm lovin' got that great long curly hair
That girl I'm lovin' got that great long curly hair
But her mother and her father sure don't want me there

I got to study some scheme, lord to get my baby back to herself
I got to study some scheme, Lord, to get my baby back to herself
Lord, I love that woman, I don't want nobody else

I looked down that road just as far as I could see
There was a bunch of women, and, they be followin' me
Well, the brook run into the ocean, the ocean run into that deep, deep, deep blue sea
The brook run into the ocean, the river run into that deep, deep, deep blue sea
You ought to seen the women, Lord, they be fishing after me

Who's Been Talking?

length: 3:46
writer: Howlin’ Wolf
My baby caught the train. Left me all alone.
My baby caught the train. Left me all alone.
She know I love her. She done me wrong.
My baby bought the ticket long as her right arm.
My baby bought the ticket long as my right arm.
She say she gonna ride long as I been from home.

Who's been talking everything that I do?
Who's been talking everything that I do?
Well you my baby I hate to lose.
Goodbye baby, hate to see you go.
Goodbye baby, hate to see you go.
You know I love you. I'm the causing of it all.

I'm the causing of it all.