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CUR / STARFINGER

all manners of machines
bow before my beams
push my buttons, go ahead
we make a great team

my power's unattainable
and my buttons are so trainable
tv or dvd control
i draw my power from your soul

cursed universal remote
i will control you
but you control it all

CUR / PRIMITIVE SCREWHEADS

Sorry boy, but it's for the best
Gonna hafta put you down
Pa says, Pa says I gotta be a man
And a man is what a man does

I'm the whelp of a beaten cur
Abandoned in a sack, now I'm running stray
I never bit a man 'til I learned to play
I never bit a man 'til I learned to play

Cry havoc, loose the dogs of war
Cry havoc, loose the dogs of war
Cry havoc
Cry havoc

Remember Larry Talbot
That's what you might say
You ain't no Claude Rains here today
I never bit a hand
'Til I learned to pray
I never bit a hand
'Til I learned to pray

Walk on four legs not on two
Children of the night howling at the moon
You're not my master, the truth will come soon
You're not my master, the truth will come soon

Cry havoc, loose the dogs of war
Cry havoc, loose the dogs of war
Cry havoc
Cry havoc

Cry havoc, loose the dogs of war
Cry havoc, loose the dogs of war
Cry havoc
Cry havoc
Cry havoc
Cry havoc

CUR / CHARCOAL

Words are Launce's monologue from Shakespeare's The Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act IV, Scene 4 plus a little bit of the following dialogue with Proteus.

Chords, where they appear, are D minor and D major ninth.

CUR / IRC ALL-STARS

Car 19 to station, my shift’s not done yet
There’s an incident with a baby and an exotic pet
Yeah, one got eaten, bet you can’t guess which
No, not that one, I know, it’s a switch

Guess again: Yeah, that’s it, bingo
An infant chowed down on its pet dingo
His parents left the two alone
Got home to a smile and a pile of bones

Using its rattle as a lure,
Junior devoured that mangy cur
I expect it’ll cause quite a stir
A grinning kid, dingo bones, and fur

I’m not sure how to handle this
The family’s become Dingo-less
In the parlor lies a canine skull
Once was a snarler, now he’s dull

Mom and dad are quite perturbed
The newspaper’s got half a blurb
The pedestrians all laugh, har-har
But there’s nothing funny ‘bout cur tar-tar

Using its rattle as a lure,
Junior devoured that mangy cur
I expect it’ll cause quite a stir
A grinning kid, dingo bones, and fur

C.U.R. (Citizens' Ultimate Responsibility) / YOU POUR A PEARL

I am willing to admit that war has accomplished much in the progress of the world. I am willing to admit that there are certain crises in the forward march of Christian civilization that perhaps could not have been met in any other way than by the sword. I am willing to admit that war develops certain heroic traits in men, and furnishes a test to the evidence of the highest character. Perhaps, too, it trains and disciplines people. But the other side of the picture justifies the prayer of every man, of every civilized man, that war should be abolished. And that the suffering, cruelty, corruption and demoralization that follow in its train, should be, as far as we can bring it about, lifted as a burden from the human race. It is our duty to take every legitimate and proper step we can to persuade the nations of the world to settle their controversies in some other way. They are looking to us as a country independent of entangling alliances, seperated from all possible attacks by two wide oceans: rich, powerful, and in a situation where nobody can accuse us of being afriad of any nation, or of taking this step because we are afraid of war, if war were a necessity. It is the common people of the world that are interested in this business. They know when we have war, it is they that have to bear the burden. It's their sisters and mothers and daughters that have to wait trembling to hear the news from the battlefield, to learn whether their dear ones have bitten the dust.

(Lyrics from a speech by President William Howard Taft.)

CUR / THE COW EXCHANGE

Canine cut into friendly servings
keeps live frantic, dead stop learning
What remains remains a blur
Disease is lost inside the cur