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Last summer Bruce recorded his second album, the Drunk Baby Project, with
friends Brian Connelly and Craig Northey. The album is set for release in
stores in October. For information about buying the CD direct from
Brucio.com please email Julia. In the meantime, you can download an MP3 of
the title track by clicking the link to your left, and for your Karaoke
konvenience we've included the lyrics below.
DRUNK BABY PROJECT:
In the early sixties
Though it was hidden from view
The state and those under its tutelage
went looking for proof
In bunkers so secret its
scientists never went home.
They, began
what was to become known
on the lips of horrified hipsters
and capable cops
as...
THE DRUNK BABY PROJECT.
Babies were taken from towns
and townhouses,
Pulled from horrified mums
by men who held badges.
And in a secret play
they were given government booze
In towels, muffled howls
were recorded as proof
That the sins of our fathers
are not hidden from view
Liquor pigs there are statistics on you... kept by
THE DRUNK BABY PROJECT
(Screaming): SAD BABIES IN JOLLY JUMPERS!
HOW MANY MILES ARE YOU GONNA PUT ON THAT KID?!
(Disembodied Intercom): "Clean up in the Rye Ward"
And the story so gory was born
and it grew
if a baby drank one
Then some could drink two.
And as those sweet 'babbies' were pushed to the brink
The project's conclusion:
Booze makes it harder to think
that flesh is a gun
and booze is the trigger
it only gets worse
as us babies get bigger.
If you don't believe me ask
THE DRUNK BABY PROJECT
(Screaming): KEEP THOSE TIPSY TODDLERS ALIVE!
DRUNK BABIES SHOULDN'T DRIVE!
(Disembodied Intercom): Security! Security! Baby seen crawling
with car keys in
her hand!
Meanwhile some tipsters told hipsters
the tale how babies were kept
in this organized jail.
Hipsters scratched goatees
and put down their poems
Buried their bongos
left cardboard homes
and using their combs
they picked the locks
of that secret dome
SIRENS.
(Disembodied Intercom): Alert Alert! We've got a problem
with our perimeter!
Hipsters hopped fences
Security responded with fear
The Hipsters were laid wallward
Cops spit in their ears
The babies were wily
and some trundled free
How do I know?
MUSIC STOPS
One of those babies... was me.
My first words: Da Da.
My next words: The Da Da-ist movement
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