SLC Aug 13 -1997 - Track 3 (Credits are best guess)
Mojo - Drums
Tex Einstein - Guitar
Ray Hey - Guitar
Philo - Sax
Cecil Nixxon - Trumpet & Trombone
Lafe - Bass

Good Swill

Recorded on 4 track reel-to-reel Aug 15, 1997. The last jam on this reel and the tape ran out.
Mojo "Skippy" Butcher - Drums
Philo Drummond - Vocals and Sax
Cam - Trumpet/Trombone
Lafe Kowabunga - Bass
Tex Einstein - Guitar
Ray Hey - Guitar and Vocal

Reggae Jam - Jumpin Jack Flash

Swinging Love Corpses - Rec. 4/10/1996
Tex Einstein - Vocals, Guitars
Philo Drummond - Sax
Mojo "Skippy" Butcher - Drums
Lafe Kowabunga - Bass
Ray Hey - Guitar

She May Be Ugly Now (She Was Somebody's Baby)

Swinging Love Corpses - 1997 mixed from 4 track reel-to-reel.
Best guess on who is playing (let me know if you think I'm wrong.):
Mojo "Skippy" Butcher - Drums
Philo Drummond - Sax
Ray Hey - Guitar
Tex Einstein - Bass

Straight Outta Da Basement

[Intro: Liz Anya]
I’m tired of all these bitches
Tryna cop the top spot, and copy me 
These flops running their bots while I stay 
Unbothered top the charts organically 
The doctors found my impact these dumb bitches autopsy 
You stuck in the same genre
I’m versatile but you could never top me

[Verse 1: Liz Anya]
Eyes on the prize and 
I’m feeling kinda fly 
Cause you know I’m always eating
In the making way up high 
I'm really so famous I don't know what to do with myself
100k first day pure single sales 
I’m different
I’m with it 
You bitches stay mad cause I did it 
I’m Liz motherfucking Anya 
And I do what I fucking wanna

[Verse 2: Liz Anya]
Nobody switch it up like Liz, Liz 
No
I caught a body, with a diss, diss
Oh
You bitches should be afraid
Get your tongue off of my name 
Or I’ma give you that pain, pain
Oh, I’m selling out? 
No I’m just successful, no doubt
Oh, I sound stupid
Nah you’re taste is just diluted
Oh, I’m changing genres, I’mma do what I fucking wanna
Mess with me and you’ll fuck you up
Cause I’m that bitch, Liz Anya
Worse than karma

[Chorus: Liz Anya]
It’s a food fight when I step on the scene 
It’s a, it’s a food fight when I step on the scene
All at the lunch table with my girls cause we eat
It’s a, it’s a food fight
Bitch 
Bon appetit

[Verse 2: Khloe Monroe]
I’m a motherfuckin’ superstar 
Got the fancy heels and expensive cars
Got the sex appeal and the fendi bras 
If I want I get it and I want it all
I’m quick to check a bitch if I see her talking shit
Always down to hit a lick, get a little scandalous
Hair teased waist cinched
Girl It’s time to get a grip
Got that million dollar pussy
No the boys can’t handle it
I’m up here making hits with Liz
We ate that, bitch you wish
Now it's time for the main dish
Fuck the haters they some pigs
I don’t know what the fuck they talkin’ bout
Khloe Monroe stays unbothered now,
Roll up in a tesla, lift the doors up
Me and all my girls gon’ strut it out

[Chorus: Liz Anya]
It’s a food fight when I step on the scene 
It’s a, it’s a food fight when I step on the scene
All at the lunch table with my girls cause we eat
It’s a, it’s a food fight
Bitch 
Bon appetit  







[Verse 3: Nancy Landgraab]
These girls real mad and their wallets are teeny
Cause I’m carnivorous but this ass stays peachy
And I 
Got the talent and the gigs and the stans
Cause I’m posted up  writing hits in the back

I’m not interested, I’m not interested 
Got to say twice I’m really not into it
Give me a ring but I’m ignoring
Won’t pick up the phone less you got some cash to bring 
Every party pull up got my name on the guestlist
Gonna be a good night if me and Liz on the setlist 
I got nothing for you haters to drag
But I still fold you like it’s hot in the pan 
Cause, I made it big time, bitches are mad 
If I’ma hang it up, it’s flatscreen in the back
You better, get caught up if you missing the gag 
Miss motherfucking Landgraab, bitch I stay in my bag
Uh

[Chorus: Liz Anya]
It’s a food fight when I step on the scene 
It’s a, it’s a food fight when I step on the scene
All at the lunch table with my girls cause we eat
It’s a, it’s a food fight
Bitch 
Bon appetit

Sinking (Deluxe)

Food Fight (feat. Khloe Monroe & Nancy Landgraab) [Prod. ERLAX]

(Kelley/Grant/King/Suber) Recorded in 1992, this track employs Dr. King's "mountaintop" speech from the night before his assassination in Memphis, combined with a chorus sung by Suber, a brilliant musician now living in France, who penned the lyrics with Dennis.  The original concept, once again, was from Bruce, who memorably noted "It's not supposed to make you feel good - it's supposed to be upsetting."  Produced and engineered by Dennis Kelley at DK Studio.

"The Promised Land" - Huge Voodoo (Kelley/Grant) feat. Suber

"I am here because I want revenge," Hal bellowed, in a noble tone. He slammed his face against D. Atwell's fist, with the force of 2796 badgers. "I frigging hate you, D. Atwell Woodman." D. Atwell sneered back, even more smarmy and still fingering the massive blade. "Hal, look at these 3 words," he replied. They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two disgusted, different donkeys boating at a very scheming accident, which had rockabilly music playing in the background and two tactless uncles chatting to the beat. D. Atwell regarded Howlland's scrawny eyebrows and greasy toenails. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently. 
"Hmph," pondered Howlland. "Please?" begged D. Atwell with puppy dog eyes. Howlland looked jumpy, his body blushing like a tired, teeny-tiny teapot. Then Howlland came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.

Your "programmer", Philo.

Decent Meal

An early (1981) DeeKay Jones recording,  Featuring the voice of Rev. J. M. Gates, from a 1913 Okeh Records 78.  Moog: Br. Cleve

You Midnight Ramblers - DeeKay Jones

Puzzlina Evidencia had always loved sunny Dobbstown with its soft, scrawny sinkholes. It was a place where she felt moody. She was a callous, proud, Hot Buttered Rum Martini drinker with handsome toes and ample nostrils. Her friends saw her as a soft, scrawny saint giant. Once, she had even rescued a frantic tiny tot from a burning building. That's the sort of woman he was. Puzzlina walked over to the window and reflected on her damp surroundings. The sunny rain teased like trotting donkeys. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Halvin Robbingfolk. Halvin was an admirable coward monster with curvaceous toes and skinny nostrils. 
Puzzlina gulped. She was not prepared for Halvin. As Puzzlina stepped outside and Halvin came closer, she could see the sharp glint in his eye. "I am here because I want a wifi code," Halvin bellowed, in a violent tone. He slammed his fist against Puzzlina's chest, with the force of 3381 owls. "I frigging love you, Puzzlina Evidencia." Puzzlina looked back, even more tranquil and still fingering the massive gold bullion. "Halvin, s'cuse me while I kiss this guy," she replied. They looked at each other with quixotic feelings, like two thoughtful, teeny-tiny tortoises flopping at a very smelly Valentine's meal, which had funk-a-billy music playing in the background and two creepy uncles jerking to the beat. Puzzlina regarded Halvin's curvaceous toes and skinny nostrils. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently. "Hmph," pondered Halvin. "Please?" begged Puzzlina with puppy dog eyes. Halvin looked volatile, his body blushing like a pickled, panicky pizza. Then Halvin came inside for a nice drink of Hot Buttered Rum Martini. THE END

'I Need My Johnson' from Lobar: Frog-Boy of Athens

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Swingin' Love Corpses - Recorded Aug. 15, 1997
Mojo "Skippy" Butcher - Drums
Philo Drummond - Vocals
Ray Hey - Guitar
Tex Einstein - Bass

The Flowers Of Your Soul

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