Immorality

by Dr. Lindyke

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These songs are about immorality. Not the Seven Deadly Sins, but those things that are viewed by certain people as purely immoral acts.

C.S. Lewis maintained that every sin... every vice... was a perversion of something good. People don't set out to do bad, but to feel good. These songs illustrate that by taking a sympathetic view to vice and immorality. They demonstrate the ways in which vices are seductive.

If this approach bothers you, don't listen.

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released April 18, 2010

Music for Billie Jean by Michael Jackson
Parody lyrics for Billie Jean by Dave Leigh
All other lyrics and music by William Hoover and Dave Leigh
Album cover art by William Hoover

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"Dr. Lindyke" is the nom de plume of William Hoover and Dave Leigh. William writes lyrics; Dave writes music. Though we write a lot, neither of us are really performers, and we LOVE it when people cover our songs. Please do.

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Track Name: Mary, I Want Her
LYRICS
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Twisted bits of cellophane
Wrapped around my brain
Blistered lips and fingertips
As Mary calls my name

Waiting but impatient
Another day slips by
I climb the walls inside myself
In fear she won't arrive

And Mary, I want her
She shields me from the light
She allows my soul
To sink below
The realities of life
She'll come and she'll go
A dream in smoke
She'll change the wrongs to right
She will drown me in......Oblivion
And make my bed tonight

Thinking of how I'll run to her
A glaze forms on my eyes
To taste her kiss so bittersweet
And listen to her lies

Forced in part by habit
The need reveals dark corners
Of the minds desire to satisfy
In ways I've never shown her

And Mary, I want her.
Track Name: Click
LYRICS
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click.

the spider builds her web
it’s only me and you
the demon in my head
no hands are on the clock
i'm down upon my knees
my head upon the block

all the life long struggles
to stay above the ground
the hopes and dreams are beaten flat
by the hammer coming down...

...and the hammer falls.
click

absent sense of humor
by the white coats and the blood
staring up mesmerized
by the naked light above
swinging like a pendulum
flying like a dove

years and lives and fortunes
pass away without a sound.
time’s just numbers on a clock
whose hands won't turn around

and the time is here at last
moments here on earth were fun
while this final one’s a blast...

...and the hammer falls.
click

damn it, i'm not a droid
when i get annoyed
why can't you avoid spouting freud at me
i don't give a fuck
'cause lately i'm struck
how my luck is just stuck in the toilet so...

don't tell me what to believe
i wear my heart on my sleeve
while you steal everything i've achieved...

...and the hammer falls.
Track Name: One for the Road
LYRICS
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Overtaken, overnight
By the girl who stalks the street
I can't believe I feel this way
She knocked me off my feet
"Follow me" she whispered
And I was blindly taken in
For the nights don't lie to lucky guys
And I'll never see her again.

She was one for the road
From the bad road
Her price was high
As her every lie
But the morals wee very low
She was one for the road.

Cleaning up she sweeps the street
She does it all too well
For unsuspecting lonely guys
She'll kiss and never tell
They'll swear they're deep in love
But she knows it isn't so
She brings them round to gun them down
While her conscience never shows.

She was one for the road
From the bad road
Her price was high
As her every lie
But the morals wee very low
She was one for the road.

She hides behind those ruby lips
And a face that paints a smile
She won't give in to anyone
That life's just not her style
Why's her life so empty
When she crowds in all those nights
Business men with cash to spend
Who she'll leave without a fight.

She was one for the road
From the bad road
Her price was high
As her every lie
But the morals wee very low
She was one for the road.
Track Name: Marry Me
LYRICS
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I hate like the dickens to complain
But these laws drive me insane
You’ll wed vandals and vagrants all the same
Fundamental thought be damned
I'm just like any other man
So forgive me if I just don't play that game.

I thought that from. The. Start.
You were willing to take. My. Part
It seemed all doomed to failure
Until I saw your shooting star

Come on, won’t you marry me
You’re a man of the cloth and your word
And you surely know that I believe
So why don’t you just marry me?

I’m in debt to vermin indeed
I’ll get down upon my knees
I forgive all the folks who may criticize
The closet is a place to hide
Only for the very weak
I mean to hold my head up high
When I’m a-walking down the street

Come on, won’t you marry me
You’re a man of the cloth and your word
And you surely know that I believe
So why don’t you just marry me?

I don’t claim to be. That. Smart.
But you knew right from. The. Start
The courts would rule against me
Once again I’m out of my league

Come on, won’t you marry me
You’re a man of the cloth and your word
And you surely know that I believe
So why don’t you just marry me
Father, why don't you just marry me?
Track Name: Nine O'clock High
LYRICS
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Chains!
Chains around my body
I can't move again today
Been this way for seven weeks
But the doc says I'll be OK

Blame!
Blame for my condition
Lies in another's hands
For the dead don't speak and I'm way too weak
To answer their demands

But when the morning comes I'm screaming pain
Yeah I'm real bad hurt, I lost my shirt
Layed-up lucky guy!
First they'll check the pulse, then the stethoscope
Yeah and then when they assign my dope
I'm off the scope
And by 9 o'clock I'm high!

Doctors, nurses and a priest or two
Make passes by my door
They speak in garbled languages
But I'm understanding more

Games are played in many ways
But I think they're catching on
And I fear a discharge coming soon
Then this paradise is gone!

But when the morning comes I'm screaming pain
Yeah I'm real bad hurt, I lost my shirt
Layed-up lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky guy!
First they'll check the pulse, then the stethoscope
Yeah and then when they assign my dope
I'm off the scope
And by 9 o'clock I'm high!
Track Name: Billie Jean (parody)
LYRICS
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Ooo, I was dating a beauty queen
Such a kinky scene!
And with the lipstick and Vaseline®
She was the one
On the bed, on the floor, on the ground.
She said I was the one
On the bed, on the floor, on the ground.

Then to a calling from up above
Oh, I lost my love
She said to me, "Dave I've had enough
Foolin' around.
So bye-bye. Moving to. Holy ground."

My preacher always told me
Be careful what you do
Don't go around payin' for your love
And so I have to ask you
Now what else could I do
To satisfy my lust?
I think I'm 'bout to bust!

Hey, hey!

Billy Jean is made of rubber
She's just a doll I blew up Tuesday for fun!
'Cause my girl became a nun!
Got no air in my lungs
Since my girl became a nun!

She left me breathless in every way
Ooh, I have to say
Just to inflate her took half a day
I don't have a pump
Yeah, I know, what you mean, what a chump.
Uh, so take my strong advice
Just remember to bring your K-Y!
Bring K-Y!

The Reverend Mother just looked at me
Said, “She don't want thee”
She sent me home to my Billy Jean
And we went down
On the bed, on the floor, on the ground.

My preacher always told me
Be careful what you do
Don't go around payin' for your love
And so I have to ask you
Now what else could I do
To satisfy my lust?
I think I'm 'bout to bust!

Hey, hey!

Billy Jean is made of rubber
She's just a doll I blew up Tuesday for fun!
'Cause my girl became a nun!

No, No, Now Uh
No, No, No, No, No
Now, Billy Jean is made of rubber
She's just a doll I blew up Tuesday for fun!
'Cause my girl became a nun!
No, No
Got no air in my lungs
Since my girl became a nun!
Hee Hee Hee

[musical break] (7 measures)
Whhhhh! Whhhh! (inflating noises)

Got no air in my lungs
Since my girl became a nun!
No, No, No

Billy Jean is made of rubber
She's just a doll I blew up
No, it ain't just Tuesday, baby!

No, No, No
No, No

'Cause my girl became a nun!
No, No

You know what you did
breakin' my heart baby!

Billy Jean is made of rubber!
Billy Jean is made of rubber!
Billy Jean is made of rubber!
Billy Jean is
I call her Billie Jean!
It's such a kinky scene!
Track Name: Dr. Lindyke
LYRICS
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Old Dr. Lindyke blesses his scalpel
As he peels up an apple
And puts it away.
Saving the peeling he looks at the ceiling,
He keeps all he can for a cold rainy day.

The insipid old doctor gathers his patients,
All tired and waiting
And too underpaid
Urgent indeed and beginning to bleed,
He shudders the thought and sends them to pray.

Dear Dr. Lindyke approaches the olive
Which he finds hard to swallow
On his long coffee break.
Soaking his hands in another man's wallet
He looks to the window for something to say.

Oh, Dr. Lindyke. is this your story
Malpractice and glory and gory details?
Yes, Dr. Lindyke only you have the courage;
So what's there to worry if the aging hand fails?

Appointments and ointments grieve Dr. Lindyke
As he sits up at midnight
And dreams of the dead.
All of the graves through the years he has made
Walk up the staircase and out of his head.

Old Dr. Lindyke carries a strange knife,
Laughs at an odd laugh
By the light of the moon
He seems to be caring but nonetheless daring
To operate blindly with the blade of a spoon.

Oh, Dr. Lindyke. is this your story
Malpractice and glory and gory details?
Yes, Dr. Lindyke only you have the courage;
So what's there to worry if the aging hand fails?

He now washes rose from an old table cloth
After surgery lost all
The prestige he once had
He scrubs up a last time to clean up some cheap wine
Which isn't as sweet now the doctor's gone mad.

Oh, Dr. Lindyke. is this your story
Malpractice and glory and gory details?
Yes, Dr. Lindyke only you have the courage;
So what's there to worry if the aging hand fails?