Moxy Früvous Earthquakes Lyrics:
(random guitar noodling)

(Jian speaking)
I'm gonna go and see where we're at...

(Murray says something non-understandable)
yeah...???

(can hear studio workers in the background,
even after the song begins)

(Dave, w/ Jian)
1...2...3...uhh...ehh...uhhh...ssss

(instrumental intro, Murray
says something like "oh
baby" or
"ready")

(Dave)
He doesn't care if you're punctual
no reward for an early bird.

(Jian)
Ho!

(Mike whistles like a bird)

(Dave)
And he don't care if you're dysfunctional,
we've only recently heard that word.

And the infamous nictotine user.
I think he doesn't really care about that.

(Murray)
No.

(Dave)
The butcher, the baker, the boozer.
It doesn't matter if you're skinny or fat.

(All)
But, look at the clouds, look
at the earthquakes.
Look at the moon that the
light of the sun makes.
Look at the wind...
(Dave)
Woo! How it's loose and free...
(All)
Look at these tiny things botherin' me.

(Dave)
I've been watching for seven straight hours
(others, in the background)
there hasn't been a damn thing on!
(Dave)
And there hasn't been a damn thing on.
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And I feel like I'm losin' my powers.
(Mike)
uhh-huh-ho...
(Dave, w/ Jian in the
background saying "hey,
hey, hey...")
All my get up and go has all gone

(Dave) (others in the background)
And I lied to my local
panhandler I told a big fat
lie to the pan-man
Said I couldn't have the change
Start off straight but I get to meander
I got the aim but I don't have the range
(others)
woah...

(All, w/ voices in the
background even louder)
Look at the clouds, yeees,
look at the earthquakes.
Look at the moon that the
light of the sun makes.
Uh, Look at the wind...
(Dave) (others)
How it's loose and free...
fa-du-da-du-da,
fa-du-da-du-da
(All)
Look at these tiny things botherin' me.

(voices in background still
audible, random scat solos
follow)

(Dave, w/ others, do scat
trumpet-like singing)

(Dave)
Woooooahhhhh.........

(All)
Well, the future looks
like distant thunder.
(Dave)
Well, because
(All)
I'm never sure that I'll get paid.
And I'm pissed that I'm
not gettin' younger.
Gettin' pretty, gettin' love, gettin' laid.
And on the talk show, cat fight, playoff,
well, everybody gives 'em a hand.
And the radio sounds like a payoff,
I just don't understand.

(All, w/ voices in the
background even louder)
Look at the clouds, look at the
earthquakes (shhhhh...)
Look at the moon that the
light of the sun makes.
(Dave)
Hey!
(All)
Uh, Look at the wind...
(Dave) (others)
Wooo!, how it's loose and
free... fa-du-da-du-da,
fa-du-da-du-da
(All)
Look at these tiny things botherin' me.
Look at these tiny things botherin' me.
Lyrics: Earthquakes, Moxy Früvous [end]