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El año que se fue, en tiempo de rock
El rock continuó recuperando en el año 2004 su poder de convocatoria en la Argentina gracias a la popularidad de varios solistas y bandas locales, la visita de importantes figuras extranjeras y la concreción de festivales y recitales que lograron masivas concurrencias.
PJ Harvey, Morrisey, Blondie, Goran Bregovic, The Mars Volta, Pet Shop Boys, Primal Scream, Molotov, The Offspring, The Wailers y Café Tacuba son algunas de las propuestas que en el año que terminó sonaron en el país -algunas por primera vez- en el marco de los festivales Personal Fest y del Quilmes Rock en su segunda edición. La presencia de estos artistas volvió a ubicar a la Argentina como un destacado lugar en la agenda de shows internacionales, algo que no pasaba en las épocas de paridad entre el dólar y el peso.
En nueve noches en el estadio de Ferrocarril Oeste, donde se pudo apreciar en directo a grandes figuras de la escena local e internacional, el Quilmes Rock reunió a más de 200 mil espectadores, así como las dos jornadas del Personal Fest en el Club Ciudad de Buenos Aires, bajo el mismo concepto, convocaron a unas 50 mil almas.
NOMBRES DEL AÑO
Una visita más que curiosa fue la de The Doors, que sin Jim Morrison pero con Ian Astbury (ex cantante de The Cult) y el guitarrista Robby Krieguer y el tecladista Ray Manzarek, dos miembros originales del grupo, ‘resucitó’ ante el público argentino con un concierto que en el estadio de Vélez atrajo a más de 20 mil fans.
Pero el espíritu inquieto de Morrison pareció haber sobrevolado la noche, ya que sucedió algo inesperado: gran parte del público ubicado en la platea y en la popular invadió una suerte de anfiteatro que se había armado en el campo con butacas, y derribó vallas y todo lo que se le antepusiera.
Otros que funcionaron con éxito llamativo en el país pese a la ausencia de su líder -en este caso, Bob Marley- fueron los jamaiquinos The Wailers, que regresaron a estas latitudes para participar de una velada reggae del Quilmes Rock, que resultó ser una de las más convocantes, ya que congregó a unas 30 mil personas.
Pero el suceso del grupo no hace más que ratificar el excelente momento por el que atraviesan el reggae y el ska en la Argentina, géneros que tienen aquí a varios referentes, como Los Cafres, Dancing Mood, Riddim, Mimí Maura, Non Palidece y Resistencia Suburbana, entre muchos otros.
Uno de los exponentes del crecimiento en su popularidad que gozan las bandas de rock argentinas lo constituye, sin duda, La Renga, que llevó a 50 mil fieles al estadio de Huracán sin publicidad previa alguna y cerró así un año en el que también había reunido 60 mil espectadores en abril en el Monumental de River Plate.
La Bersuit comparte ese podio de masividad, y con más de 10 funciones efectuadas en el estadio Luna Park y una actividad constante en el interior del país, está finalizando un año intenso que empezó con la salida de su disco doble ‘La argentinidad al palo’.
ESTILOS CONFIRMADOS
No puede dejar de nombrarse a Los Piojos, que en mayo colmaron dos Vélez y hace poco completaron la capacidad del estadio Unico de La Plata y fueron los encargados de cerrar el Quilmes Rock.
Las Pelotas, que lleva más de 14 años de carrera, disfruta de un éxito merecido que tomó forma, sobre todo, en 2003 con la edición de su último disco ‘Esperando el milagro’. Este año, el grupo oriundo de Hurlingham llenó dos Obras y se dio el gusto de clausurar por primera vez una fecha del festival en Ferro.
Babasónicos, la banda liderada por Adrián Dárgelos, es otra de las expresiones del rock que está pasando por su mejor momento, y que tras ofrecer dos shows en el ‘templo del rock’ y tomar parte del Quilmes Rock, ratificó el poderío de su personal estilo.
Pero más allá del nivel de convocatoria, lo cierto es que el 2004 fue un año con pocas novedades en lo artístico, y las bandas consagradas prefirieron ir a lo seguro y crecieron en cantidad de seguidores pero en su música hubo una escasa búsqueda de riesgo estético.
En una temporada en que los próceres del rock argentino no exhibieron ningún disco nuevo, la mayor novedad solista la aportó el Indio Solari, quien reafirmó el final de Los Redondos al concretar su demorado debut individual con ‘El tesoro de los inocentes’, que presentará en este flamante 2005.
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La mejor cancion de rock en la Historia.
Eligieron la mejor canción de rock de todos los tiempos
"Escalera al cielo", de Led Zeppelin resultó ser la más votada. La encuesta la realizó por internet la radio inglesa Planet rock. “El lado oscuro de la luna” de Pink Floyd fue el mejor álbum
“Stairway to heaven” (Escalera al cielo) incluido en el álbum Led Zeppelin IV de 1971, acaparó más del 70 % de los votos . En el segundo lugar lo ocupó Freebird de Lynyrd Skynyrd. Detrás quedaron Rapsodia bohemia de Queen, Humo sobre el agua de Deep Purple y Paranoia de Black Sabbath.
El resto de los lugares los ocuparon Whole lotta love (Un montón de amor) también de Led Zeppelin; Hotel California de Eagles; Rock and roll, de Zeppelin; Highway to hell (Camino al infierno) de AC/DC y en el décimo aparece All along the watchtower de Jimi Hendrix Experience.
En el rubro de mejores álbumes el elegido fue “Dark side of the moon” (El lado oscuro de la luna) de Pink Floyd, mientras que Led Zeppelin IV aparece en el segundo lugar
En el ranking de los mejores 50 álbumes de rock de todos los tiempos, según la encuesta de la radio londinense cuyo resultado publicó Clarín, los Beatles recién aparecen en el octavo lugar con su Album Blanco, mientras que los Rolling Stones quedaron novenos con Sticky Fingers.
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Nirvana:
About a Girl
I need an easy friend
I do... with an ear to lend
I do... think you fit this shoe
I do... won't you have a clue
I'll take advantage while
You hang me out to dry
But I can't see you every night
Free
I'm standing in your line
I do... hope you have the time
I do... pick a number too
I do... keep a date with you
Aero Zeppelin
What's the season of love if you can't have everything
what's the reason of love if you can lose everything
what's the meaning of love, it's a crime if anything
what's the meaning of love, it's a crime, it's a crime
How can a culture can forget it's plan of yesterday
and you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyways
there's no need to talk to friends, nothing new is everyday.
you could shit upon the stairs, you'll be friends
All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly.
Should it subtlely irritate, keep it movin' equally.
All I know is just the fact, where the world is nowadays
An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyway
All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly
Still the son will imitate, keep it fallin' equally
All i know is just the facts, where the world is nowadays
An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyway
Alcohol (Also called High On Hog)
My baby taught me how to be
My baby taught me how to fight
My baby taught me how to die
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!
My baby taught me how to smoke
My baby taught me how to breathe
My baby taught me how to hide
My baby taught me how to leave
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!
My baby taught me how to choke
My baby taught me how to eat
My baby taught me how to fuck
My baby taught me how to be
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!
My old lady taught me (real well?)
My old lady taught me how to read
My old lady taught me how to write
My old lady taught me how to drink...
Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol
My old lady taught me how to smoke
My old lady taught me how to breath
My old lady taught me how to fight
My old lady taught me how to drink...
Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol
My old lady taught me how to choke (joke?)
My old lady taught me how to eat
My old lady taught me how to fight
My old lady would rather be with...
Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol
All Apologies
What else should I be
All apologies
What else should I say
Everyone is gay
What else could I write
I don't have the right
What else should I be
All apologies
In the sun
In the sun I feed as one
In the sun
In the sun
I'm married
buried
I wish I was like you
Easily amused
Find my nest of salt
Everything is my fault
I'll take all the blame
Aqua seafoam shame
Sunburn with freezeburn
Choking on the ashes of her enemy
All in all is we all are
Aneurysm
Come on over and do the twist
Overdo it and have a fit
Love you so much it makes me sick
Come on over and do the twist
Beat me outta me (Beat it, beat it)
Come on over and do the twist
Over-do it and have a fit
Over-do it and have a fit
Love you so much it makes me sick
Come on over and shoot the shit
She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart
Beans
Beans, beans, beans
Daddy ate some beans
He was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some beans
Naked, naked, naked
Sitting cross-legged
Naked, naked, naked
And he was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some beans
Wine, wine, wine
Daddy had some wine
He was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some wine
Beans, beans, beans
Daddy ate some beans
And he drank some wine
And he was happy, happy, happy
As he drank some beans
Been A Son
She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn the crown of thorns
She should have been a son
She should have been a son
She should have been a son
She should have been a son
She should have stood out in the crowd
She should have made her mother proud
She should have fallen on her stance
She should have had another chance
She should have been a son
She should have been a son
She should have been a son
She should have been a son
Beeswax
Why doesn't she need him for a father?
Not only maidens can occupy my shack
Goring my manhood turns a man off.
Like Pepe LePew would say,
Hey, hey, hey! -- then we clash!
I got my diddly spayed
She laughs about it.
Shrinking inflections if the wind blows just right.
Jacking themselves off polyester.
I wanna jump, this isn't right!
Hey, when am I getting it back?
I don't know why,
I got a joke too silly to say.
Don't touch the balls.
I got a dick, Dick -- hear my fucking hate!
If you're wondering, it's gaining monthly. (If your world is getting ugly)
Fiberglass insulated, the sky is cotton candy.
Spawning downstream, El Rancho Ovulate.
Feeling can't help me romp
Bill just fuck me, take me anal
Billy's slit reminds me of someone.
I'm sick of paying for the love boat
Tony and Tenille say wanna jump rope
And I say look!
I got my penis spayed,
I got a little tail,
I got my dingaling spayed
...nothing hard
I gotta be around pussy
Don't let me fall
I got a heh-heh...well you can't live
We got my dingaling spayed
When ya gonna learn?
Big Cheese
Big cheese Make me
Mine says, "Go to the office"
Big cheese Make me
Mine says, what the hell?
Black is black, no trading back
We were enemies
Show you all what a man is [Sure you are, but what am i?]
Big lies make mine
Mine says "Go to office"
Big cheese Make me
Message? What is it?
Black is black, no trading back
We were enemies
She eats glue, how bout you?
Big Long Now
It's not cold enough
Please put this side up
She is moving through
Can we show our faces now?
I'm not interesting
She's not turning green
Shameful as it seems
Can we show our faces now?
Endless climb
I am blind
Why can't I leave?
Color blind
Speaking a phrase
Instantly grown
I am blind
Waiting in line
Why am I sure?
Blandest
You're my favorite
Of my saviours
You're my favorite
Oh no
Yes you're my favorite
Of my favors
You're my razor
Oh no
Hey!
And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm (to remind me what not to become)
And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm
Calm, calm, calm
Blew
If you wouldn't mind I would like it blew
If you wouldn't mind I would like it loose
If you wouldn't care I would like to leave
If you wouldn't mind I would like to breathe
Is there another reason for your stain
Could you believe him when you discussed his stain?
Here is another word that rhymes with shame
You could do anything
Breed
I don't care if I'm old
I don't mind if I don't have a mind
Get away, get away from your home
I'm afraid, I'm afraid of a ghost
Even if you have
Even if you need
I don't mean to stare
We don't have to breed
We can plant a house
We can build a tree
I don't even care
We could have all three
She said
Clean Up Before She Comes
Clean up before she comes (x5)
Living in a dusty town (x3)
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth
Twenty months has it all (getting older)
I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)
I must be getting old (getting older)
I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth
Clean up the dusty town
Living in a dusty town (x3)
Clean up before she comes (x3)
Living in a dusty town
I must be getting old (getting older)
I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)
Bad mouth spirit ate my vegetables
Come As You Are
Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is your, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend as an old memoria
Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memoria
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
Curmudgeon
I can't hide, no
On the mantle
I'm not sad
Tilling that hoe
It's the season
I'm all reason
I have seen
All I have grown
Sheared at the seams
Cheat on me
And not seen
At the seams
I'm a lender
I'm a planter
I put something
In the garden
In the handle
On the mantle
I'm not Santa
I'm a god
I want a lady
Can you save me?
It's the sulfur
I have grown
'Tis the season
I'm all reason
I have fleas
So run on home
D7
Straight as an arrow
Defect defect
Not straight, not so straight
Reject reject
Towards anti-social
Solo solo
Standing on the stairs
Cold, cold morning
Ghostly image of fear
Mayday mayday
Gonna leave this region
They'll take me with them
Dimension seven
Originally by The Wipers
Dive
Pick me, Pick me yeah
Live alone, lone single
At least, at least, yeah
Everyone is hollow
Pick me, pick me yeah
Everyone is waiting
Pick me pick me yeah
You can even pay them
hey
dive
dive
dive
dive in me
Kiss this, kiss that yeah
Live alone, lone single
At least, at least, yeah
You could be my hero
Pick me, pick me yeah
Everyone is waiting
Hit me, hit me yeah
I'm real good at hating
Downer
Portray sincerity
Act out of loyalty
Defend your true country
Wish away the pain
Hand out lobotomies
To save little families
Surrealistic fantasy
Bland boring plain
Hold me down in restitution
Living out your date with fusion
Is the whole fleece shun in master?
Don't feel guilty, master writing
Somebody said that they're not much like I am
I know I can
Make enough of the words for you to follow along
I sink and then some
Slippery pessimist hypocrite master
Conservative communist apocalyptic bastard
Thank you dear God for putting me on this Earth
I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst
Do You Love Me?
You really like my limousine
You like the way the wheels roll
You like my seven inch leather heels
And goin' to all of the shows
But...
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?
You like the credit cards and private planes
Money can really take you far
You like the hotels and fancy clothes
And the sound of electric guitars
You really like rock 'n' roll
All of the fame and the masquerade
You like the concerts and studios
And all the moeny honey that I make
Your backstage pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
Even the fans they know your face
From all of the magazines
Drain You
One baby to another said,
I'm lucky to have met you
I don't care what you think
Unless it is about me
It is now my duty to completely drain you
A travel through a tube
And end up in your infection
Chew your meat for you
Pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss
From my mouth to yours because I like you
With eyes so dilated,
I've became your pupil
You've taught me everything
Without a poison apple
The water is so yellow, I'm a healthy student
Indebted and so grateful -
Vacuum out the fluids
Sloppy lips to lips
You're my vitamins because I'm like you
Dumb
I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
or maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
my heart is broke
But I have some glue
help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover... have a hangover
Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up
I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Endless Nameless
Silence
Here I am
Here I am
Silent
Bright and clear
It's what I am
I have
Died
uhhhh
uhhhh
uhhhh
uhhhh
Death
With violence
Excitment
Right here
Died
Go to hell
Here I am
Right here
Ow
No mas
No mas
No mas
No mas
Death
Is what I am
Go to hell
Go to jail
In back of that
Crime
Here I am
Take a chance
Dead
Die
Other interpretations possible.
Even In His Youth
Even in his youth he was nothing
Kept his body clean going nowhere
Daddy was ashamed he was nothing
Smears the family name he was something
Leave the check before you are through
I've got nothing left to prove
If I die before I wake
Hope I don't come back again
Floyd the Barber
Hello Cobain come on in
Floyd observes my hairy chin
Sit down in the chair don't be afraid
Steaming hot towel on my face
I was shaved
I was shamed
I was shaved
Barney ties me to the chair
I can't see I'm really scared
Floyd breathes hard, I hear a zip
Pee-Pee pressed against my lips
I was shaved
I was shamed
I was shaved
Floyd lets others in the room
Opie, Aunt Bea I presume
They take turns and cut me up
I die smothered in Aunt Bee's muff...
I was shamed
I was shamed
I was shaved
Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle
It's so relieving to know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid
It's so relaxing to hear you're asking wherever you get your way
I's so soothing to know that you'll sue me, this is starting to sound the same
I miss the comfort in being sad
In her false withness, we hope you're still with us, to see if they float or
drown
Our favorite paitent, A display of patience, disease-covered Puget Sound
She'll come back as fire, to burn all the liars, and leave a blanket of ash
on the ground
I miss the comfort in being sad
Gallons of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
that you're only supposed to use once and then discard.
Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend.
My shyness, pet her flow.
She's only been five months late,
even though we haven't had sex for a week.
A meal a day, a meal, I say.
And my heart's made my....
Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis.
She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer.
She's only five weeks late,
and I haven't had a date forever...
ever...ever...forever!
Wish I had more...more opportunity,
more chances to remember some things
so I couldn't have so much pressure on my...
on my...on my, um...ah, on my...um...um...head.
We'd have so much more diversity,
and so much more input, so much more creative flow,
if we had someone in school, a (GIT)...
GIT...geeks...in...town.
Ha!...Come on, Dave, think of one...
Girls In Trouble
It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels
No, GWC
Fuck, man, this is a waste of time!
(laughs) One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh!
You're personally responsible for...
the entire strip...to be washed away...
cleansed...as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol
flowed through the strip and were set on fire.
It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight.
And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,
and his...silk...
and he...he erected a beautiful city...
a city of stars.
Hairspray Queen
I was your mine, you were mine, my enemy,
You were, mine, I was your, your enemy,
You were, mine, I was your, your enemy,
You were, mine, I was once your en...aaahh
You rang
Your ears rang
At night, wishful goddess
At night, wish the hardest
At night, disco goddess
At night, we'll go...gaaahhh
Wishful goddess, at night
Wish the hardest, at night
Wishful goddess, at night
Wishful gaaahhh
At night, wishful goddess
At night, wish the hardest
At night, disco goddess
At night, you were so modest
At night, Crisco lovefest
At night, a mouthful on me
It's like, fish-filled garbage
At night, we'll go...gaaahhh
(interesting erotic noises)
Heart-Shaped Box
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for a week
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back
Hey
Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hate
Haight
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your prieless advice
Hey
Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel's hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
Help Me, I'm Hungry
Hold me, there's too much tension
Grade me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking cornered
Grade me, you might be right
Lightning fucking around in my head
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up
People freaking every day
White lights inside
What do you want
Cold naked man, picked off his scabs and
Fed them to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him it might be fun
Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...
Hold me, something's happening
Help me, somebody help me
Hold me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm right here, who are you?
Naked man (you say you saw)
Fed them, to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him, it might be fun
Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...
Help me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking up
Hold me, some fucking help
Here She Comes Now
Aah, if she ever comes now now
Aah, she looks so good,
aah, she's made out of wood, just look and see
I Hate Myself and Want to Die
Runny nose and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still havent had my fulfill
In the someday what's that sound?
Broken heart and broken bones
Think of how a castrated horse feels
One more quirky cliche'd phrase
You're the one I wanna refill
In the someday what's that sound?
most people don't realize
that two large pieces of coral,
painted brown, and attached to his skull
with common wood screws can make a child look like a deer
In Bloom
In Bloom
Sell the kids for food
--weather changes moods
Spring is here again
--reproductive glands
He's the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
And I say aahh
We can have some more -- nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit -- tender age in bloom
In His Room
In His Room
He is gonna chase you in and out of a dream
You're not gonna thank him and I'm tired of this dream
Take him on occassion in the back of the room
If they don't show any affection he'll died in June
See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
He's dying in his room
He's dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I don't care
I don't want to thank you, well I don't mind
Gave his only pleasures to a friend of mine
He's not gonna catch you in a lighted room
You don't thank him I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I don't care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, you would too
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care
We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind
They don't want to thank him, they don't have any time
In a conversation whom they don't know
They don't have any patience, they're becoming slow
See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I don't love him, I don't care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we don't care In His Room
Jesus Don't Want Me For A Sunbeam
Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me
Don't expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me.
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for me.
Junkyard
I'm long gone from vertical, somewhere south is stopping me
I'm long gone from the american dream, you may decide it's not for me
I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide it's not for you.
I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide there's nothing there
born in a junkyard
I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide that it's not good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, you may decide on stopping me
I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide it's not that good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, you may decide on stopping me.
born in a junkyard
gone
Lake Of Fire
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again till the fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon
Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils
Fight to claim them for their own
Lithium
I'm so happy because today
I've found my friends ...
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you...
We've broken our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday for all I care...
And I'm not scared
Light my candles in a daze...
'Cause I've found god - yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm so lonely but that's okay I shaved my head...
And I'm not sad
And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard...
But I'm not sure
I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there...
But I don't care
I'm so horny but that's okay...
My will is good - yeah, yeah, yeah
I like it - I'm not gonna crack
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack
I love you - I'm not gonna crack
I kill you - I'm not gonna crack
Lounge Act
Truth covered in security
I can't let you smother me
I'd like to but it wouldn't work
Trading off and taking turns
I don't regret a thing
And I've got this friend, you see
Who makes me feel and I
Wanted more than I could steal
I'll arrest myself, I'll wear a shield
I'll go out of my way to prove I still
Smell her on you
Don't tell me what I wanna hear
Afraid of never knowing fear
Experience anything yoy need
I'll keep fighting jealousy
Until it's fucking gone
I'll go out of my way to make you a deal
We've make a pact to learn from who
Ever we want without new rules
We'll share what's lost and what we grew
They'll go out of their way
To prove they still
Smell her on you
Love Buzz
Would you believe me when I tell you
You are the queen of my heart
Please don't deceive me when I hurt you
Just ain't the way it seems
Can you feel my love buzz
Originally by Shocking Blue
Marigold
He's there in case I wandered off
He's scared because I warned
He's scared in case I want it all
He's scared 'cause I want
All in all the clock is slow
Six color pictures all in a row
Of a marigold
Mexican Seafood
Oh, itchy flakes, it isn't through me
Till the jaw's in flames, it's entertaining
True, the fungus mold is my attraction
Oh, it's only a disinfection
Only hurts a night, until I pee
Only hurts a night, until I sleep
Oh, coming up, and diarrhea
On the tile floor, a gum of pizza
In the toilet bowl, aroma cloudy
Toss, feel it burn, become a chowdered mess
Only hurts a night, until I pee
Only hurts a night, until I sleep
Oh, take my bed, I've just consumed some
Flies. Bugs and fleas and even mucus
Stain the vaseline, and tainted burgers
Stop, in case it learns, and takes a joke as such.
Milk It
I am my own parasite
I don't need a host to live
We feed off of each other
We can share our endorphns
Doll steak, test meat
I won my own pet virus
I get to pet and name her
Her milk is my shit
My shit is her milk
Doll steak, test meat
Look on the bright side is suicide
Lost eyesight I'm on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping
Protector of the kennel
Ecto-plasma
Ecto-skeletal
Obituary birthday
Your scent is still here in my place of recovery
Molly's Lips
She said
She'd take me anywhere
She'd take me anywhere
As long as she stays with me
She said
She'd take me anywhere
She'd take me anywhere
As long as I stayed clean
Kiss kiss
Molly's lips
Kiss kiss
Molly's lips
Kiss kiss
Molly's lips
Kiss kiss
The Money Will Roll Right In
I'm goin' to Hollywood, they'll see that I'm so good
I won't care how I feel, and I'll get to fuck Brooke Shields
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
I want to be a star, I'm going to have a car
And you'll have to admit, I'll be rich as shit
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
I would give you some, if you only would have treated me nice
You'll wish that you did, you'll feel pretty stupid
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
It's fun to be a star, it's nice to have a car
Yeah, you'll have to admit, that I'll be rich as shit
And I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
The money will roll right in
Originally by Fang
Mr. Moustache
Fill me in on your new vision
Wake me up with indecision
Help me trust your mighty wisdom
Yes I eat cow - I am not proud.
Show me how you question, question
Lead the way to my temptations
Take my hand and give it cleaning
Yes I eat cow - I am not proud.
Is he in an easychair?
--Poop as hard as a rock.
I don't like you anyway
--Seal it in a box
I'm new [Now you]
I'm who?
I'm you
MV (a.k.a MV)
She had a moist vagina
I've been tickling the circumfrence
I've been sucking the walls of her anus
Marijuana
I prefered her to any other
Marijuana
Negative Creep
This is out of our reach... and it's grown
This is getting to be... drone
I'm a negative creep and I'm stoned!
Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more
This is out of our range... and it's crude
This is getting to be... like drone
I'm a negative creep and I'm stoned!
Fuck! Yeah! Drone! Stoned!
Oh, Me
If I had to lose a mile
If I had to touch feelings
I would lose my soul
The way I do
I don't have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
And that's old news
Would you like to hear my voice
sprinkled with emotion
Invented at your birth?
I can't see the end of me
My whole expanse I cannot see
I formulate infinity
Stored deep inside me
Originally by the Meat Puppets
Oh, the Guilt
She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit
She likes to be
She's into guilt
Guilt
She likes to think
she likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes the time
she owns the time
She borrows time to self-invent
She seems too weak
she likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sand
she likes to stand
She likes to sit
she likes to go
Go
She likes to be
She likes to go
Go
On A Plain
I'll start this off without any words
I got so high that I scratched 'til I bled
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
The finest day that I ever had
Was when I learned to cry on command
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
My mother died every night
It's safe to say don't quote me on that
The black sheep got blackmailed again
Forgot to put on the zip code
Somewhere I have heard this before
In a dream my memory has stored
As a defense I'm neutered and spayed
What the hell am I trying to say
It is now time to make it unclear
To write off lines that don't make sense
One more special message to go
And then I'm done then I can go home
On the Mountain (a.k.a. You Got No Right)
I would never bother you
I would never promise to
I would never bother you
I would never promise to
If I say that word again
I would move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
You won't be afraid of fear
You won't be afraid of fear
I am walking in the piss
Always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
And I have never felt so well
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
Whistle and I'll come inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
She just wants to love herself
She moves away from here
She just wants to love herself
I won't move from here
You won't be afraid of fear
I won't move from here
You won't be afraid of fear
I am walking in the piss
Always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
And I have never been so well
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
Maybe you're right...
Opinion
Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns
My opinions. Hmm. Huh. (4x)
And there seems to be a problem here.
Your state of emotion seems to clear.
You rise and fall like wall street stock
And they had an affect on our happy talk.
Our opinions. Hmm. Huh. (2x)
My opinions. Hmm. Huh. (2x)
Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns
Our opinions. Hmm. Huh.
Your opinions. Hmm. Huh. (3x)
My opinions. Hmm. Huh.
Paper Cuts
When I'm feeling tired
She pushed food through the door
And I crawl towards the crack of light
Sometimes I can't find my way
Newspapers spread around
Soaking all that they can
A cleaning is due again
--a good hosing down
The lady whom I feel maternal love for
Cannot look me in the eyes
But I see hers and they are blue
And they cock and twist and masturbate
I said so
Nirvana
Black windows of paint
I scratched with my nails
I see others just like me
Why do they not try to escape?
They bring out the older ones
They point in my way
They come with a flash of light
And take my family away
And very later I have learned to
Accept some friends of ridicule
My whole existence is for your amusement
And that is why I'm here with you!
To take you with me
You're right
Nirvana
Pay To Play
Monkey see, monkey do -- I don't know why I
Walk around, follow you -- I don't know why I
Throw it out, keep it in -- I don't know why I
Have to have poison skin -- I don't know why I
Pay
Pay to play
Give an inch, take a mile -- I don't know why I
Never faded, never smiled -- I don't know why I
Never mind, eat and run -- I don't know why I
Fuck your ass, for the fun -- I don't know why I
I don't know why I
Pay
Pay to play
Pen Cap Chew
Ummm, lies again (it hurts again?)
Ummm, mine x3
Ummm, mmmm
You get (kill?), you get, you get, you get to me
All the years of tyrants such an easy way to go
You get, you get, you get, you get to me
Time to struggle and the scaling of fingernails
Ummm, lies again
Ummm, mine x3
Ummm, mmmm, You're lonely
Waste your time by saying he was gullible (sp?)
Give up all additions in there where it's cold
Push that gate, it is the age of red eye shame
Protest swine, go to jail, the travesty
Two minutes slow...slow...slow...oh
P>
Pennyroyal Tea
I'm on my time with everyone
I have very bad posture
Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea
Distill the life that's inside of me
Sit and drink Pennyroyal tea
I'm anemic royalty
Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld
So I can sigh eternally
I'm so tired I can't sleep
I'm a liar and a thief
Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea
I'm anemic royalty
I'm on warm milk and laxatives
Cherry-flavored antacids
Plateau
Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands
The nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words
When you've finished with the mop then you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work it took was fun
Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau
Some said it was in Greenland and some in Mexico
Some decided it was nowhere except for where they stood
But they were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could
Polly
Polly wants a cracker
Think I should get off of her first
I think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch
It isn't me
We have some seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Don't hurt yourself
I want some help
To help myself
I've got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't hurt yourself
I want some help
To help myself
Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like more food
She asks me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few
Polly says her back hurts
And she's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct
Radio Friendly Unit Shifter
Use just once and destroy
Invasion of our piracy
Afterbirth of a nation
Starve without your skeleton key
I love you for what I am not
I do not want what I have got
A blanket acne'ed with ciggarette burns
Speak at once while taking turns
Second-rate third degree burns
What is wrong with me
What is what I need
What do I think I think
This had nothing to do with what you think
If you ever think at all
Bi-polar opposites attract
All of a sudden my water broke
Hate, hate your enemies
Save, save your friends
Find, find your place
Speak, speak the truth
Rape Me
Rape me, my friend
Rape me again
I'm not the only one
Hate me
Do it and do it again.
Waste me
Taste me, my friend.
My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn
Raunchola
If it's a hard, cold beat
You can go dance every night
You won't get it shown
It won't be missing the spice
You won't know that it hit ya
??????????????????????????????
Nothing'll make you win
Even the law won't fight
Yeah!
Looking to make your winning
Even if it makes you look nice
You (I?) got a sound that's nice
Watching (making?) the days go by
You can't go to the day lord's house
We don't have no doubt
We go to too many cocktails
Pimples in way..
??????????????????????????????
Return of the Rat
You better watch out
You better beware
They're coming from all sides of the country
You better beware
Return of the rat
No, no, no, no!
You better confess
You had better confess
You start to confess and see them through it
You better confess
Cover of a song by Greg Sage and the Wipers
Raunchola
If it's a hard, cold beat
You can go dance every night
You won't get it shown
It won't be missing the spice
You won't know that it hit ya
??????????????????????????????
Nothing'll make you win
Even the law won't fight
Yeah!
Looking to make your winning
Even if it makes you look nice
You (I?) got a sound that's nice
Watching (making?) the days go by
You can't go to the day lord's house
We don't have no doubt
We go to too many cocktails
Pimples in way..
??????????????????????????????
Sappy
And if you say your prayers
You will make God happy
And if you do what's true
You will make me happy
I'll keep you in a jar
And you will seem happy
I'll give you breathing holes
You will think you're happy, now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll bring you fine rewards
Then you will feel happy
I'll keep you in my room
I'm sure you'll be happy
And if you save your soul
You will think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
Scentless Apprentice
Like most babies smell like butter
his smell smelled like no other
he was born scentless and senseless
he was born a scentless apprentice
Go away - get away, get away, get a-way
every wet nurse refused to feed him
electrolytes smell like semen
I promise not to sell your perfumed secrets
there are countless formulas for pressing flowers
I lie in the soll and fertilize mushrooms
Leaking out gas fumes are made into perfume
You can't fire me because I quit
Throw me in the fire and I won't throw a fit
School
Won't you believe it
It's just my luck
No recess
You're in high school again
In my eyes
I'm not lazy
In my face
It's not over
In your room
I'm not older
In your eyes
I'm not worth it
Gimme back my alcohol
Give me all your...
Serve the Servants
Teenage angst has paid off well
Now I'm bored and old
Self-Appointed judges judge
More than they have sold
If she floats than she is not
A witch like we had thought
A down payment on another
One at salem's lot
Serve the servants - Oh no
That legendary divorce is such a bore
As my bones grew they did hurt
They hurt really bad
I tried hard to have a father
But instead I had a dad
I just want you to know that I
Don't hate you anymore
there is nothing I could say
that I haven't thought before
Serve the servants - oh no
That legendary divorce is such a bore
Sifting
Afraid to grade
Wouldn't it be fun?
Cross, self loss
Wouldn't it be fun?
Wet your bed
Wouldn't it be fun?
Some fear none [Sun felt numb]
Wouldn't it be fun?
Your eyes... Teacher said,
Your eyes... Preacher said,
"Don't have nothing for you"
Spell the smell
Wouldn't it be fun?
Search for church
Wouldn't it be fun?
Wet your bed
Wouldn't it be fun?
Cold in gold [Cold in coals]
Wouldn't it be fun?
Sliver
Mom and dad went to a show
they dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's
I kicked and screamed, said please, oh no
Grandma take me home
I wanna be alone
Had to eat my dinner there
Mashed potatos and stuff like that
I couldn't chew my meats too good
She said, well, don't you start your crying
Go outside and ride your bike
thats what I did, I killed my toad
after dinner, I had ice cream
fell asleep, and watched TV
woke up in my mother's arms
Grandma take me home
I wanna be alone
Smells Like Teen Spirit
Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind
hello, hello, hello, how low?
With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yay, a denial
Something In The Way
Underneath the bridge
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
But it's ok to eat fish
'Cause they haven't any feelings
Something in the way
Son of A Gun
Up up up and down
Turn turn turnaround
Round round roundabout
And over again
Gun gun son of a gun
You are the only one
Makes any difference what I say
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away
Spank Thru
This song is for lovers out there
And the little lights in the trees
And all the flowers have gingivitis
And the birds fly happily
We're together once again my love
I need you back, oh baby baby
I can't explain just why we lost it from the start
Living without you girl, you'll only break my heart...
I can feel it I can hold it I can rub it I can shape it
I can mold it I can cut it I can taste it I can spank it
Beat it Masterbate it
I been looking for days now
Always hearing the same ol'
City boy won't you spank thru?
I can make you do things you won't think you ever could
Spectre
To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected images
Don't be so selfish
Leaving the image
Follow it far
To find where you are
You haven't grown
Go on alone
Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
Family is circuling
He having moved up
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
Stain
Well he never bleeds and he never fucks
And he never leaves 'cause he's got bad luck.
Well he never reads and he never draws
And he never sleeps 'cause he's got bad blood yeah
I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain
Stay Away
Monkey see, monkey do
I don't know why I'd rather be dead than cool
Every line ends in rhyme
Less is more, love is blind
Stay away
Give an inch, take a smile
Fashion shits, fashion style
Throw it out and keep it in
Have to have poison skin
Stay away
God is gay
Swap Meet
They lead a lifetime that is comfortable
They travel far to keep their stomachs full
They make their living off of arts and crafts
They kind with seashells driftwood and burlap
They make a deal when they come to town
The Sunday swap meet is a battle ground
She loves him more than he will ever know
He loves her more than he will ever show
--Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart
--Keeps her photographs close to her heart
--Keeps the bitterness close to the heart
Talk To Me
Shake it down easy, shake it down sleazy, come on
Shake it down easy, shake yourself, Suzy, come on
Don't let me detain you
Try to ride along
Don't you lie, knowing
I am not sad
I am not silly
I am not chippin'
I am not chippin' away
Talk to me
In your own language, please
In your own
Talk to me
In your own language please
Shake it down easy, make it sound seamy, doll man
Make it sound now, make it full house, sad man
Leader of the band
Makes a mental hell
I won't weather it well
Well I never
Saw it with my arm
Paint it with my heart
Paint it with my eyes and make it right
Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man
Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man
You don't want to hear this
Nothin' but a whore
I will play the leader
With pain
Now you know I'm needy
Lay them down easy
Lay them down easy
Talk to me
In your own language please
Territorial Pissings
"Come on people now, smile on your brother, everybody get together,
try to love one another right now..."
When I was an alien, cultures weren't opinions
Gotta find a way to find a way when I'm there
Gotta find a way - a better way -
I had better wait
Never met a wise man, if so it's a woman
"Just because you're paranoid
Doesn't mean they're not after you."
The Man Who Sold The World
We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World
I laughed and shook hishand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazley stare at all the millions here
We must have died along, a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
Token Eastern Song (also known as Happy Hour)
I can read, I can write
I can breathe, proven fact
Bless my greed, greased unfold
Is it me, or my ego
Write some words, make them rhyme
Pieces for, story line
Set the mood, something new
Is it me, or my attitude
If you want, to belong
And you miss, the extremes
The extremes, acted out
Practicing
Perfecting
Pressuring
Unto to me
I will wade, in the fire
To explain, your asylum
Idle times, analyzing
We'll compare, all our sightings, come on
I speak, to hear, my voice
tourette's
Suggested Lyrics
"...Moderate Rock..." May day, every day, my day Could've had a heart attack, my heart We don't know anything, my heart. We all want something fair, my heart. Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyy! Heyyyyy! Heyyyyy! Out of town, out of sight (fire), is my heart. Queen of lies, today, my heart One more on the phone, my heart One more at the door of my heart. Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyyyyyy! Mean heart, cold heart, cold heart, cold heart Cold heart, cold heart, cold heart, cold heart -- uhhhhhhh!
Turnaround
Take a step outside yourself
And turn around
Take a look at who you are
It's pretty scary
So silly
Revolting
You're not much
You can't do anything
Take a step outside the city
And turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is revolting
You're really nowhere
So wasteful
So foolish
Poppycock
Who said don't look back?
Don't believe 'em
Go for that crazy sounding restaurant
'Cause they're gonna try and get behind you
Don't you let them do it
You know what I'm talking about?
You hear me talking?
You hear me talking?
It's pretty scary it's so revolting
Take a step outside the country
And turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is amazing
Take a good look
You're no big deal
You're so petty
It's lots
Take a step outside the planet
Turn around and around
Take a look at where you are
It's pretty scary
Originally by Devo
Verse Chorus Verse [also called "Everything and Nothing"]
And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
And you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with dust
And you'll think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
And if you guard yourself
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll make him happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with dust
Then you'll think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
And if you fool yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you will seem happy
You'll wallow in the shit
Then you'll think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
Very Ape
I am buried up to my neck in
Contradictionary flies
I take pride as the king of illiterature
I'm very ape and very nice
If you ever need anything please don't hesitate
to ask someone else first
I'm too busy acting like I'm not naive.
I've seen it all I was here first
Out of the ground
Into the sky
Out of the sky
Into the dirt
Where Did You Sleep Last Night
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
Her husband, was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
Traditional Folk Song
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