Animal Lover

~ Release by The Residents (see all versions of this release, 3 available)

Annotation

Full title:

"I stood at my window staring at an arcing streetlight.
A sudden wind made me pull my shoulders to my ears.
I pissed into the dark.
It smelled like canned tuna.
My swollen lip throbbed.
I could still taste the blood.
My eyes rolled back looking for memories.
I stopped.

I was changing details in my mind, remembering only what I wanted it to be, not what it was.
I had only a short time to do what had to be done, after that it would all be forever absorbed by my imaginary Jack."

Annotation last modified on 2006-05-04 16:17 UTC.

Tracklist

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1▼CD: Animal Lover
#TitleRatingLength
1On the Way (To Oklahoma)
recording of:
On the Way (To Oklahoma)
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
4:06
2Olive and Gray
recording of:
Olive and Gray
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
4:08
3What Have My Chickens Done Now?
recording of:
What Have My Chickens Done Now?
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
4:24
4Two Lips
recording of:
Two Lips
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
2:44
5Mr. Bee’s Bumble
recording of:
Mr. Bee’s Bumble
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
3:25
6Inner Space
recording of:
Inner Space
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
4:19
7Dead Men
recording of:
Dead Men
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
3:25
8My Window
recording of:
My Window
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
5:20
9Ingrid’s Oily Tongue
recording of:
Ingrid’s Oily Tongue
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
1:55
10Mother No More
recording of:
Mother No More
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
3:20
11Dreaming of an Anthill (Teeming)
recording of:
Dreaming of an Anthill (Teeming)
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
2:24
12Elmer’s Song
recording of:
Elmer’s Song
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
4:34
13The Monkey Man
recording of:
The Monkey Man
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
4:01
14The Whispering Boys
recording of:
The Whispering Boys
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
4:28
15Burn My Bones
recording of:
Burn My Bones
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
6:21
2▼CD: I stood at my window staring at an arcing streetlight. A sudden wind made me pull my shoulders to my ears. I pissed into the dark. It smelled like canned tuna. My swollen lip throbbed. I could still taste the blood. My eyes rolled back looking for memories. I stopped. I was changing details in my mind, remembering only what I wanted it to be, not what it was. I had only a short time to do what had to be done, after that it would all be forever absorbed by my imaginary Jack.
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1[untitled]
partial recording of:
I stood at my window staring at an arcing streetlight. A sudden wind made me pull my shoulders to my ears. I pissed into the dark. It smelled like canned tuna. My swollen lip throbbed. I could still taste the blood. My eyes rolled back looking for memories. I stopped. I was changing details in my mind, remembering only what I wanted it to be, not what it was. I had only a short time to do what had to be done, after that it would all be forever absorbed by my imaginary Jack.
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
2:55
2[untitled]
partial recording of:
I stood at my window staring at an arcing streetlight. A sudden wind made me pull my shoulders to my ears. I pissed into the dark. It smelled like canned tuna. My swollen lip throbbed. I could still taste the blood. My eyes rolled back looking for memories. I stopped. I was changing details in my mind, remembering only what I wanted it to be, not what it was. I had only a short time to do what had to be done, after that it would all be forever absorbed by my imaginary Jack.
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
6:52
3[untitled]
partial recording of:
I stood at my window staring at an arcing streetlight. A sudden wind made me pull my shoulders to my ears. I pissed into the dark. It smelled like canned tuna. My swollen lip throbbed. I could still taste the blood. My eyes rolled back looking for memories. I stopped. I was changing details in my mind, remembering only what I wanted it to be, not what it was. I had only a short time to do what had to be done, after that it would all be forever absorbed by my imaginary Jack.
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
1:38
4[untitled]
partial recording of:
I stood at my window staring at an arcing streetlight. A sudden wind made me pull my shoulders to my ears. I pissed into the dark. It smelled like canned tuna. My swollen lip throbbed. I could still taste the blood. My eyes rolled back looking for memories. I stopped. I was changing details in my mind, remembering only what I wanted it to be, not what it was. I had only a short time to do what had to be done, after that it would all be forever absorbed by my imaginary Jack.
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
1:22
5[untitled]
partial recording of:
I stood at my window staring at an arcing streetlight. A sudden wind made me pull my shoulders to my ears. I pissed into the dark. It smelled like canned tuna. My swollen lip throbbed. I could still taste the blood. My eyes rolled back looking for memories. I stopped. I was changing details in my mind, remembering only what I wanted it to be, not what it was. I had only a short time to do what had to be done, after that it would all be forever absorbed by my imaginary Jack.
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
6:28
6[untitled]
partial recording of:
I stood at my window staring at an arcing streetlight. A sudden wind made me pull my shoulders to my ears. I pissed into the dark. It smelled like canned tuna. My swollen lip throbbed. I could still taste the blood. My eyes rolled back looking for memories. I stopped. I was changing details in my mind, remembering only what I wanted it to be, not what it was. I had only a short time to do what had to be done, after that it would all be forever absorbed by my imaginary Jack.
writer:
Homer Flynn and Hardy Fox (composer for The Residents)
publisher:
Pale Pachyderm Publishing
10:10