Last Exit Moffett Boulevard
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Dear listener,

we are proud to present the brandnew great album "Last Exit Moffett Boulevard"
with 17 thrilling soulcracking and heartboiling songs from Billy Moffett's Playboy Club.

The Playboy Club of Billy Moffett are, Billy Moffett who played all Instruments (exept some lep-tosome drums on "Saturday Night", played by Joe "Mirage") and Joe "Mirage" who sang all voices and impersonates the "Moffettes" who sung all choirs exept the beautifull moanings on a few which were greatfully done by Mrs. Big Betty Moffett.

All songs were recorded in digital low fidelity with the "SMLofTe" - processing (Society of Moffett Low Fidelity Technicans) and are composed, arranged and performed by Billy and Joe "Mirage" Moffett at Billy's home. "Last Exit Moffett Boulevard" is produced by Billy Moffett's Playboy Club, mixed and coproduced by Matthias Arfmann at Knochenhaus/Hamburg. Mastered by "Master and Servant"/Hamburg.

Billy and Joe "Mirage" like to thank: Anders Petersen for his impressive photos - Hershell Gordon Lewis for the inspirations on "Bloodfeast" - Hubert Selby for the title - Oliver from "Karl S. Blue" for the "Moffett Boulvard" photoshot - Gernot Schander, Christoph Bolwin, Majid Katzer, Tanja Nifka for their photos of Billy and Joe «Mirage» - Andrea the typewriting queen for her typewriting - Spiderman Holle for his singing "acheta domesticus" - Lou Gardener for compiling this record and for his monetary support - Ulrike for all artwork - Encore great thanks to the wild bunch from "Strange Ways Rec." for their help and last but not least : Hoo-hoos to all who may concern featuring Pete "Blind Eye".

"Last Exit Moffett Boulevard" is dedicated to the memory of Mr. Hartmut Schröder

 

Tracklist:

1. Betterworld
2. One And One
3. Monster
4. Sad Song For Lazy Lovers
5. Inner Light
6. Amputated By Love
7. The Hunter In The Sky
8. Heart-Boiled In Colombo
9. Bakshish
10. Headless Chicken
11. Carousel
12. The Night I Shot Santa Claus
13. Saturday Night (When The Rains Comes Down)
14. Cheap Tattoos
15. Bloodfeast
16. Used Underwear
17. Arms
(+ ghost track alternative Version of 'Hunter in the Sky' )
total: 62:49

All Songs written by Joe »Mirage« & Billy Moffett
Published by Strange Ways Records/Hanseatic C&P 1995 Strange Ways Records GmbH
Große Johannisstraße 15 - 20457 Hamburg FRG LC 7147 Way 104

 

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Lyrics:

Betterworld 3:25
You take me to the bridge - show me the wild and steamy waters in your soul - then you take me in your flat and teil me sweet and rubbish lies. It's allright - just don't mind. Then we're fighting in a war without knowin' each other - then we both fall down for foolish circumstances. It's allright - just don't mind. I hope I will see you in a better world. I hope we will meet again in a better world. I'm ready for love - not tainted with love - in a better world. I want to take you higher - but I know I will bring you down. Same as you. At last we should run away but I know we will stay forever. It's allright - just don't mind. I hope I will see you in a better world.


One And One 3:14
One and one is two and two, one more are tour. I saw you standin' naked cryin' loud for more.
Your pleasure is my pain. I can't stand this anymore. So I came over you so astonished and blue you made me lost totally control but I will love you forever. First I saw you in a movie on cold metal like two one more are four. See the moon shining through my spoon. One and one is two and two, one more are four. I saw you ripped up lyin' by the door. Now I can't drink your juice anymore. So I came over you - so astonished and blue you made me lost my contenance. But I will wear your skin forever. First I saw you in a movie with a blood stained uniform. You twinkled sad and eyeless like two one more are four. See the moon shining through my spoon...


Monster 2:50
My skin's like a reptile, my eyes are red - my mind's confused means a sick and ugly face. Yeah, I'm a creature. I'm so angry, Im full of hate. My body's melt means terror without end. I'm a creature, I'm a monster. Yes, I'm a monster and I'm staring in your face. My head's a balloon, my flesh's so wild. My deformed throat cries out in the night. I'm a creature. I'm a monster and my spirit carries me. Tiptoed and frightened you walk through the fields - you see sweet horror - me the monster man grins. Tiptoed and bleeding no heart ain't so strong that taste like sad white thrash - me the monster man winks. Tiptoed and frightened you walk through the fields. Here is my sick love, I feel fine in your flesh. Tiptoed and bleeding no heart ain't so strong. Please look into the mirror and blow yourself away. Cause I'm a monster.


Sad Song For Lazy Lovers 3:08
This is a sad song for lazy lovers, feel the sad song for lazy lovers. You're lyin' on the bed the whole day - dreamin' on this rainy day you're creepin' till the night comes down. I see a shadow on your empty eyes - dusty bad taste will climb up the wall. I see it in your eyes - tears fallin' down and I feel allright. I'm feelin' allright with you - lazy lover!


Inner Light 2:52
We met us in a round house. We drank exotic stuff. We slept in wooden Corners. You thought I weren't tough. We parted in deep friendship and I - I went my way. You threw a knife into my back on your sick and foolish way you forgot my inner light. I hold on the flame of sweet revenge. My hate will fol­low you through your nitemares and your pain. You conquer different oceans but I'm still with you. I will leave you as a mental cripple - than I sweep away to meet all other demons on my sick and foolish way. You forgot the inner light. And in my great Brand new life I will turn into a stone.


Amputated By Love 4:40
If you wanna leave me now go in anger! If you wanna leave me now you will rip off my heart and my soul. You gave me food in these empty bright nights. If you wanna go away you will leave a burnt-out engine pumpin' for you. Amputated by love. I'm amputated with love. You can cut me into pieces and kick it in the river - if you go away. If you wanna leave me now - go in trouble. If you wanna go away you will push me into Lava in a Pompejii-Style. You gave me heat in these empty bright nights. If you wanna go away you will find a bloody scum in the post. Amputated by love. I'm amputated with love.


The Hunter In The Sky 3:36
I see your shadow in this sunken town with the blind eyes of a hypocrite. I will change smooth water for a fist full of bones. You can read this four-word letter in my mind's eye. Potemkin walls. It's good to see your white sheets burn. Well I know what I know but I really don't know baby what's in your eyes? I like what I like but I really don't like the hunter in the sky. It's a shimmering haze and I'm running wild from your pale face and fast closed eyes. Say goodbye to the hunter in the sky. Your rising tongue in my enemy's throat. Your beauty backside fits my jealousy. There's a carpet ride with old Sheitan tonight. Touch this bloody letter in my mind's eye. But my Potemkin eye will follow you through pride and pain. Say goodbye to the bunter in the sky.


Heart-Boiled In Colombo 1:59
I flew over the ocean to a juicy island in deeper green. The first I met was Buddah. He set me into sleep more over million nights. I woke up and met a lion. She put me on my neck and took me to her home. There she fell in love to me and after million nights we changed into tigers and we never want to rule the world no more. Cause we're heart-boiled in Colombo.


Bakshish 5:07
A dusty brown hand held a hat high in the dust. Please give me all you don't need. But you're passin' away without a twinkle in your eyes. Im sleepin' in the streets eatin' all the winds sick and confused but you laugh about me. Some call that bakshish but I call it a need. Some call that bakshish but you have to feed me. These men in grey collars - shakin' hands smilin' around like proper piggies and have something to sell. But I have something you need now so I'm pissin' into your face. And I laugh about you. Well, here's my bakshish. Look this is a gun and I'm proud to blow your head away. Look this bloody meat was your face.You gave me nothing but I gave you doomsday. This is the religion of bakshish - the sweet day of revenge.


Headless Chicken 2:45
Sometimes I feel blue and sometimes I create the sin and most time I enjoy in evil voodoo. Sometimes I'm so bored and sometimes I need your pain and all the time I build that bad puppets. Headless chicken - hairless chicken got me on the run. Hairless chicken - headless chicken bring me on the run. Sometimes you cry for peace and sometimes I will give you peace and mostly I enjoy in terror. Sometimes there is a defense but sometimes I hear your teeth clack. Look at the fire - your puppet is still burnin' like all those evil puppets. Hold on the trashcan it's just the easiest way. Headless chicken - hairless chicken bring me on the run.


Carousel 5:08
Isn't it a wonder? We all want to fly eight miles high. Isn't lt a wonder that you scratch your face and cry. You say: „Everybody need somebody to hate. Everybody need somebody to burn out. Sweet sheep. When you're gonna wake up, turn around in your hung up Carousel. Turn around and don't forget to take happy pills. Turn around and don't forget to dim the light at night. Turn around straight to your private hell. Turn around. When you cross the edge nobody will cry after you and if you cut your veins nobody will care about you. But me just don't care at all. Isn't it a wonder I don't need no boring fart at all. Isn't it a wonder that you wake up in wet dreams. You say everybody needs somebody to fuck and I say "I better fuck myself at all”. Sweet sheep when you're gonna wake up. Turn around in your hung up carousel. Turn around.


The Night I Shot Santa Claus 1:34
I was sittin' on my sofa really bored and pissed. The voice from the TV made me nervous. My blood cooked I was tired eatin' dog-food but someone's knockin' at my door. lt was Santa Claus. He was smiling with his granddaddy's smile. With a pump gun I blew his head away. lt was the night I shot Santa Claus. Now I like to collect the moustaches of millions of raped Santa Clauses. lt was the night l shot Santa Claus, the begin of a great passion.

Saturday Night (When The Rain Comes Down) 4:36
It's 4 o'clock. We're hanging around in empty muddy bar rooms. One drink makes me bigger another drink makes me smaller. Rita she's suckin' my ear. Rita was a hooker and she likes pills. One nite she murdered her husband. While he slept she cut off his head with an axe. She walked through a sea of blood. But she felt allright and now she feels allright on this goddamn' Saturday night. Saturday night when the rain comes down - it smells like salty tears. Charly was angry - he was fullfilled with captagones. Once he was a scientist but now he's a living wreck - gasping and sucking with his flickering mind but he feels allright. Carlos - once he was an avantgarde musician - he felt in love to a Siamese twin pair - he broke mentally down - he couldn't choose the one he's with but he feels allright. Saturday night when the rain comes down it smells like salty tears. They're creepin' and lyin' - smiling and crying -drinking for dying. My mind is still a camera. And I felt in love to all this contourless pictures. Sometimes the door's open and sometimes the door's closed but me I just care at all cause I feel allright on this goddamn' saturday nite when the rain comes down.


Cheap Tattoos 1:09
You kicked me in the ass but I left the door wide open. But you hurried away in the shiny Burma dust. The lights went off in our boudoir of pain. There's so much more pain I will create for you.
So let me work with needles and hammers and let me create much more sins cause I wanna break my sexual taboo. So if you don't want that they laugh about you - so let me finish my cheap tattoos.


Bloodfeast 3:53
Lonely days and busy nights here in my delicatessen shop. I'm in an old bloodcult from Egypt and my profession is to cook a delicious bloodfeast. Oh, it smells like a disease - my delicious bloodfeast. Parts of flesh is all I need. Give yourself up for the goddess, the goddess lshtar. Rainy nights and I run through the streets, looking for some chicks with nice parts. I cut 'em oft what I like, first a breast then a tongue and a brain. I prepare a good soup. My delicious bloodfeast. Someday will be satisfied. Some religion can be very weird but I hear of my goddess command. Every night she needs a new meal - my delicious bloodfeast. Give yourself up for Ishtar, the goddess.


Used Underwear 4:23
Exploding light turns the room into aquamarine - a sea ghost is sitting on my broken fence. He says: „I fulfill three wishes for you. You only have to give me your used underwear”. If I give away my used underwear, you will take away the biggest part of me. The sea ghost begs and gasps hungry around. Three wishes don't seem so bad to me. I say to the ghost: "You can have the rotten stuff”. First I want health and chicks and enough bucks but my daddy told me: "Never give away your used underwear.” The wishes are fulfilled, I turn the horror on again. I give him this inferno of yellow and brown. So he break down on the floor and he dies. Too much and heavy was this giant perfume. My daddy told me: "Never give away your used underwear. If you give away your used underwear, you will take away the biggest part of you!” So you will take away the biggest part of me...


Arms 8:25
I'm down and out. I'm so hungry it's so cold - no heat inside. There's no place where I can go to. There's no hole I can creep in. So, give me hope and sweet devotion and I will dream a huggy dream. Please hold me tight and ask no questions. I'm down and so confused. When I'm lyin' in your arms sweet babe, it smells like coloured clouds. When I'm lyin' in your arms sweet babe, nobody can do me no harm. When I'm lyin' in your arms sweet babe, all will fade away . . . in your sweet strong arms. Big boys don't cry. In your sweet strong arms.