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Blue Skies Forever

by Mary Prankster

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1.
Tits & Whiskey 01:37
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Fast cars and explosions Party hats and motion lotion Let’s go down to the ocean And break out the tits and whiskey Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me I am Ernie’s rubber ducky Kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me Let’s break out the Tits and Whiskey It has to be filthy I’m ripe and I’m healthy I wish I was wealthy So fuck the rhythm and let’s break out the tits and whiskey ‘cause that shows we’re anarchists Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me I am Ernie’s rubber ducky Kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me Let’s break out the tits and whiskey I’m all about right now And everything I do is fowl So get out another motel towels To wipe up the tits and whiskey Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me I am Ernie’s rubber ducky Kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me Let’s break out the tits and whiskey Tits and whiskey
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Piss Off 01:54
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Piss off the wrong people and they send you to jail Piss off the right people and they tell you you’re charming I said, “how come we never kiss when we’re sober?” and he said, “Mary, you ask too many questions.” I hope I’m never satisfied Yeah, I hope I’m never satisfied Rip off the wrong people and they send you to jail Rip off the right people and they say you show initiative I said, “how come we only fuck when you want to?” and he said, “Mary, you ask too many questions.” I hope I’m never satisfied Yeah, I hope I’m never satisfied Piss on the wrong people and they send you to jail Piss on the right people and they say you’re an artist I said, “how come you never tell me you love me?” he said, “I don’t and that’s enough with the questions.” I hope I’m never satisfied Yeah, I hope I’m never satisfied And it feels so good to be misunderstood It feels so good to be misunderstood It feels so good to be misunderstood, yeah It feels so good, yeah it feels so good
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Mac & Cheese 01:30
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All I want’s a boy to make me some mac & cheese All I want’s a boy to make me some mac & cheese Just straight-up mac with no franks or peas But every boy who’s made me mac and cheese Has always turned out to be a violent sociopath All I want’s a boy to make me some brussels sprouts All I want’s a boy to make me some brussels sprouts He’d know me inside and out But every boy who’s made me brussels sprouts Has always turned out to be a violent sociopath All I want’s a boy to make me iced tea from a powder All I want’s a boy to make me iced tea from a powder But when I yell for joy he yells louder ‘Cause every boy who’s made me tea from a powder Has always turned out to be a violent sociopath All I want’s a boy who’s not a violent sociopath All I want’s a boy who’s not a violent sociopath Love him ‘til my dying breath Man, fuck the food I’ll starve to death If I can just find a boy who’s not a violent sociopath
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Blue Skies Over Dundalk 01:29
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There’ll be angels making music in the air There’ll be magic – love for all of us to share There’ll be blue skies over Dundalk when I break your heart There’ll be flowers blooming happy in the sun There’ll be O’s fans goin’ down the ocean, hon There’ll be blue skies over Dundalk when I break your heart I never meant to hurt you, mi diablo, mi amigo But I built up so much character I have an alter ego And I have to make a clean break and I have to do it quick ‘Cause the pain you give me, babe would make Cal Ripken call in sick There’ll be ravens blocking tackles in the sky There’ll be cans of Natty Boh for you and I There’ll be blue skies over Dundalk when I break your heart
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Sadie Hawkins Day 02:44
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Well it’s early in the AM and I’m feelin’ kinda blind Got tequila on my t-shirt, desperation on my mind In just a couple days now I’ll be turnin’ seventeen And I got this little streak in me that’s twenty times mean Dress it up more like a high school whore Won’t leave ‘til I get what I come for Don’t like parties but they get me drunk And my ship’ll come in before I’m sunk Well it’s early in the AM and I’m feelin’ kinda stewed And the drug that fills my system puts me in a reckless mood Wanna drink a little rum and have a lot of sex Doin’ everything the opposite that dear old dad expects Gonna dress it up more like a high school whore Won’t leave ‘til I get what I come for Don’t like parties but they get me laid And I’m off no better if I left or stayed Well it’s early in the AM and I’m feelin’ kinda trashed Somebody found a six-pack that he didn’t know he’d stashed Said I’d fuck ‘im for a Mickey, said I’d fuck ‘im for a light Won’t be the only actress at this curtain call tonight Secret smile in his eyes, a bonfire in his hair And the lace upon the push-up bra reminds me why it’s there It’s early in the morning and the sky is turning grey And I’m punching in his ticket ‘cause it’s Sadie Hawkins Day Dress it up, baby – this girl’s no lady And she doesn’t want to be ignored Heart like granite, where’s the vodka, dammit? When I’m stone-cold sober I’m stone-cold bored Dress it up more like a high school whore Won’t leave ‘til I get what I come for Don’t like parties but I feel alright And I’ll be back again tomorrow night Tomorrow night
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Breakfast 01:44
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This is the song with all the things in it This song was written to impress Jodie Foster Oh baby, work it all night long That bottle of Aunt Jemima better stop talking to me She’s making too much goddamned sense She says, “how’d you get your head to be so big And your body to be so little?” And I don’t have the heart to rip her head off And pour syrup on my pancakes Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck You’re not my problem – I’m my problem Why why why why why he said Rosanna Arquette doesn’t look a thing like Madonna And you’d have to be a moron To desperately seek either one This tattoo won’t come off I thought it was the lick ‘em stick ‘em kind But I couldn’t figure out what that machine was for Or why I was in so much pain Def Leppard tribute! Photograph, I don’t want your Photograph, I don’t need your Photograph – all I’ve got is a Photograph – I wanna touch you That bottle of Aunt Jemima better stop talking to me She’s making too much goddamned sense I’m really stoned and I think mom Put acid in my orange juice again “You big huge phallic representation of mankind,” She says to my juice glass And she turns to me and says something about How she hates being a stupid fucking racial stereotype Fuck yeah
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Green Eggs & Hamlet 01:19
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Hey now Ophelia Are you goin’ for a swim? Yeah, your man’s done you wrong So whatcha gonna do to him? Any Dane’ll tell you, girlie You take a chance with one-night stands Got a pocket full of posies And a lily in your hands Hey now Ophelia Gonna be or not to be, child? Swirling in the icy water Get thee to a nunnery Any Dane’ll tell you, girlie You take a chance with one-night stands Got a pocket full of posies And a lily in your hands Such a shame that our affairs from England come too late That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead There’s something rotten in this state Into the depths we go Watch out for the undertow The tide is high today Watch you don’t get swept away Watch you don’t get swept away
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Student Loan 01:21
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I’m on the road I won’t be back again I’m on the road I won’t be back again I been gone since god knows when With this guitar my only friend ‘Cause I can’t afford to pay my student loan Collection agents barking on my trail Collection agents barking on my trail They tap my phones, they read my mail They say they’ll throw me straight in jail If I fail to pay my student loan My sweet lover said he’d wait for me My sweet lover said he’d wait for me But when I came back what did I see But a girl on his arm with a bachelor’s degree She already paid her student loan So I’m gonna sit and play this here guitar I’m gonna sit and play this here guitar ‘Cause if I play this here guitar Maybe David Geffen will make me a star Then I could pay back my student loan
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Mercyfuck 02:47
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I’m not amused anymore And nothing’s a muse anymore I sing of love and of hate But I’m just masturbating my soul And I don’t wanna live anymore And I don’t wanna give anymore If I fawn if I flirt, I just keep getting hurt And it’s taken its toll I wish I could fuck all my sorrow away And fuck ‘til the dawn of the next fucking day Fuck the chorus and verse, fuck the pain getting worse Fuck it all ‘til I burn I wish I could fuck all of you ‘til you see I’m the worst fuck-up in all history Fuck your image and mine, fuck your limp valentine Fuck it all ‘til I learn I’m not a kid anymore I don’t know what I did anymore But on every damn pass, karma bushwhacks my ass And I get it all back And I don’t want to move anymore I’ve got nothing to prove anymore If I run if I sit still it all turns to shit Then it turns to attack I wish I could fuck all my sorrow away And fuck ‘til the dawn of the next fucking day Fuck the chorus and verse, fuck the pain getting worse Fuck it all ‘til I burn I wish I could fuck all of you ‘til you see I’m the worst fuck-up in all history Fuck your image and mine, fuck your limp valentine Fuck it all ‘til I learn I wish I could fuck all the memory I keep Fuck the next ten years and just go to sleep I’m fucked if I do and I’m fucked if I say I’m fucked if I don’t, so I’m fucked anyway I wish I could fuck all of you ‘til you see I don’t need your mercyfuck sympathy Fuck your words and your prayers Fuck your stares and my cares Fuck it all ‘til I learn
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Valentine 02:15
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Don’t give a damn what it’s all about I just want to see how it all turns out Mind’s skin tight but my skin’s so loose Everclear is apple juice, I’m swinging from a liquid noose Get me drunk and get in line I’m everybody’s valentine Meet me in a few more sips Kiss my red apocalips I will never be ignored I may be a slut but I’m never bored I’ll go down on anything Cage that bird and watch her sing High on life but it’s not mine Everybody’s valentine Damaged goods all bought and sold Cunt’s cast iron but my heart’s pure gold Drunk is – opening a wound half-healed Drunk is – every little fantasy revealed Drunk is – babble on ‘til everybody thinks they see your soul, yeah Drunk is – going from control freak to a freak with no control Fill my hole with cum and wine I’m everybody’s valentine This bitter little mouth is my only claim to fame ‘Cause once you’ve given head nothing ever tastes the same Drunk is – opening a wound half-healed Drunk is – every little cruelty revealed Drunk is – turning my shame into my pride Drunk is – always a bridesmaid, never a bride
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Mata Hari (acoustic) 01:42
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Once upon a time there was a cotton candy slut Who would’ve been a beauty if she kept her mouth shut Polyester princess getting’ pretty plenty play Tore up from the floor up, man and this is what she’d say “I’m so sexy, I’m so sorry – bargain basement Mata Hari My proportions epidemic – just a bimbo with a gimmick.” Has a man she keeps on hand for when she needs a fix Every time he kisses her he tastes like other chicks That’s all fine, ‘cause she don’t mind it if he isn’t true Plenty more where he came from and they all want her too She’s so super, she’s so swell – cut-throat, cut-rate jezebel No one’s drone nobody’s fool – grows her own and owns her cool Boys’ll come and boys’ll go – it doesn’t bother her Last names are a mystery and first names are a blur Maybe when she’s done with sin she’ll settle down at last Says “why they call it ‘sloe gin’ when it works so damned fast?” She’s a starling she’s a swan – discount whore of Babylon Tear your heart out by the roots – Magdalene in go-go boots Holy Mary pray for us Holy Mary pray for us Mata Hari pray for us Mata Hari pray for us
12.
Rational Bohemian (acoustic) 01:49
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I wanna walk around and kick the tires of your mind Trace the laces to the places and embrace them as they subtly unwind Sid my Vicious you’re delicious Stars and garters – do my dishes Pass me the bottle and I’ll coddle the floor model of your mind I wanna take a trip to your cerebral petting zoo I know there ain’t no cages just the pages of the ages that is you I can’t recant you’re too enchanting Raise my rent and rave my ranting I’ll creep behind the keeper as he sleeps beside the zebras of your mind I wanna tie one on in the nightclub of your mind Travel down underground and buy a round for any clown that I can find Truth be told you’re good as gold Hot patootie – bless my soul I’ll order up a porter and a quarter for the jukebox of your mind
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Mercyfuck (acoustic) 02:42
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I’m not amused anymore And nothing’s a muse anymore I sing of love and of hate But I’m just masturbating my soul And I don’t wanna live anymore And I don’t wanna give anymore If I fawn if I flirt, I just keep getting hurt And it’s taken its toll I wish I could fuck all my sorrow away And fuck ‘til the dawn of the next fucking day Fuck the chorus and verse, fuck the pain getting worse Fuck it all ‘til I burn I wish I could fuck all of you ‘til you see I’m the worst fuck-up in all history Fuck your image and mine, fuck your limp valentine Fuck it all ‘til I learn I’m not a kid anymore I don’t know what I did anymore But on every damn pass, karma bushwhacks my ass And I get it all back And I don’t want to move anymore I’ve got nothing to prove anymore If I run if I sit still it all turns to shit Then it turns to attack I wish I could fuck all my sorrow away And fuck ‘til the dawn of the next fucking day Fuck the chorus and verse, fuck the pain getting worse Fuck it all ‘til I burn I wish I could fuck all of you ‘til you see I’m the worst fuck-up in all history Fuck your image and mine, fuck your limp valentine Fuck it all ‘til I learn I wish I could fuck all the memory I keep Fuck the next ten years and just go to sleep I’m fucked if I do and I’m fucked if I say I’m fucked if I don’t, so I’m fucked anyway I wish I could fuck all of you ‘til you see I don’t need your mercyfuck sympathy Fuck your words and your prayers Fuck your stares and my cares Fuck it all ‘til I learn
14.
Punk Rock Heaven (acoustic) 01:33
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Baby you’re a poseur Honey I should know You ask me where the shows are But then you never go Poseur Purgatory Awaits you at the end But that’s not my story I’ll tell you why my friend Got my Marten’s on with steely toes Spike my hair and pierce my nose I’m goin’ up to Punk Rock Heaven Hippy Hell awaits you, Jack Unless you take that tie-dye off your back And jump the track to Punk Rock Heaven The smack up there is pearly white There’s always time to pick a fight The leather pants are nice and tight The Pistols play there every night Got my guitar and my drum Hey Johnny Thunders, here I come Coming up to Punk Rock Heaven The smack up there is white as snow Pack my bags, man – here I go Maybe in an hour or so I’ll catch a G.G. Allin show Hey every junkie, punk and freak If Manic Panic makes you weak Then follow me and catch that train Pleased to meet you, Kurt Cobain I need a mohawked, tattooed, flannel-clad Combat-booted lovely lad To take me up to Punk Rock Heaven
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Art Fag Bastard (LIVE) 01:51
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He'd invite me over When his girl was out of town We'd watch a film with subtitles And then we'd fool around German Existentialism Gave him such a thrill He used the word "cinematography" So much it made me ill He told me that Paul Westerberg Invented modern Rock He talked about his year abroad In the former Soviet Bloc Then he'd tell me all about Where Kerouac went wrong Go back to Prague, you art fag bastard That's where you belong

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Inimitable Mid Atlantic songstress Mary Prankster's independently released 1998 debut "Blue Skies Over Dundalk" spawned a surprise regional radio hit in the shameless "Tits & Whiskey." This remastered edition includes 1996's acoustic precursor "Mata Hari EP" and a bonus live track.

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released January 1, 2002

BLUE SKIES OVER DUNDALK - 1998

Mary Prankster - Vocals, Guitar
Mike Lackey - Lead Guitar
Cord Neal - Bass
Matt Collorafice - Drums

Produced by Steve Wright and Mary Prankster
Mixed and Engineered by Steve Wright
Recorded at LSP Studios, Crownsville, Maryland

Original cover art by Leo Neil
Graphic design by Leo Neil, Matt Collorafice and Mary Prankster
Costume design and photography by Amy Hoffman

MATA HARI 4-SONG EP - 1996

Mary Prankster - Vocals, Guitar
Recorded at Social Services Studios, Baltimore, Maryland
by John from Lungfish and Charlie the Bastard

Original layout by David Arthur
Photography by Corey Deere

BLUE SKIES FOREVER - 2002

Remastered by Shelly Yakus and Mike Newman at Tongue and Groove Studios, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
"Art Fag Bastard (Live)" engineered by Eric Willhide, Line Out Productions
Sleeve concept and design by Phil Tang

ALL SONGS © SIC SEMPER TYRANNUS MUSIC/ASCAP
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Lyrically merciless, genre-promiscuous Charm City cult hero with a fanbase of thinking men's men and fierce, god-like women. Sign up for the mailing list at maryprankster.com for info on new tunes and more...

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