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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! Anorexorcist You need a path to cross Into a place where everyone you see Has had a time to try to PLAY! If you go get shot When you'll be what you name Protector of your gun Everyone plays with your gun Way, way, way, way Everyone wants to try to gun you gun you down in pain Want to see you try to play I want to describe you Put your name as a national woman I don't like your coffee I want to have your friendship As a jock, and to the top Way, way, way, way Baba O' Riley Out here in the fields I fight for my meals I get my back into my living I don't need to fight To prove I'm right I don't need to be forgiven Don't cry Don't raise your eye It's only teenage wasteland Sally ,take my hand Travel south crossland Put out the fire Don't look past my shoulder The exodus is here The happy ones are near Let's get together Before we get much older Teenage wasteland It's only teenage wasteland Teenage wasteland Oh, oh Teenage wasteland They're all wasted! Originally by The Who Bad Moon Rising I see a bad moon rising I see trouble on the way I see earthquakes and lightnin' I see bad times today Don't go 'round tonight It's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise I hear hurricanes a blowin' I know the end is commin' soon I fear rivers over flowing I hear the voice of rage and ruin Hope you got your things together Hope you are quite prepared to die Looks like we'er in for nasty weather One eye is taken for an eye Originally by Creedence Clearwater Revival. Nirvana cover is unsurfaced. Bambi Slaughter / Bambi Kill Hey, the love of two A desire, is whats for you is it real? A lulliby? Face to face, with an unamed mouth Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! Hey! hey! Heyyyy! Feel the spirit form, in his eyes was loving for And his lion's were raging high, hunts himself & fears his ripe Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! Heyyyyyyyyyyy! Beans Beans, beans, beans Jessie had 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 Jessie 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 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 (Alt: 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 Clean Up Before She Comes Clean up before she comes (x5) Living in a dusty town (x3) (Alt: Living in a dusty dump) Something in her eyes Must be the smoke from my lungs Something in her eyes Must be the smoke from my lungs I must be getting old I must be getting older I'm starting to eat my vegetables Something in her eyes Must be the smoke from my lungs Something in her eyes Must be the smoke from my lungs 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 (Alt: Getting older) I must be getting old (Alt: Ate my vegetables) I'm starting to eat my vegetables Some say this song was originally by Leadbelly, some don't. I personally believe Kurt wrote it. Come On Death Surly I am so surly, and I am so surly And come on life in, and come on deaaaath ohaaaaaahhhh, ohaaaaaaaahahah, ohaaaaaaoooohoh Surly, and I am so surly, and I am so surly And come on life in, and come on ... Noooooooooooo, noooooooooo, nooooooooooo, nooooooooooo Surly, and I am so surly, and I am so surly And I am so surly, oooooaaaaaahhhh Deaaaaaaaath, deaaaaaath, deaaaaaaaaath, deaaaaaaaaaaath Come on death, come on death, come on death, come on death Surly, surly, surly, surly I'm does finishing to hell And I'm does, and I'm does hell, hell, heeelllllllll Come on death (x4) -- ohaaaaaaaahh Come on death (x4) -- deaaaaaaaaaaath Performed in New York, NY on 09/28/91. Curmudgeon I can't hide, no On the mantle I'm not sad Until I'm home 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 met Santa I met God I'm 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 Dazed and Confused Been dazed and confused for so long It's not true, Wanted a woman never bargained for you. Lots of people talk and few of them know, Soul of a woman was created below. You hurt and abused telling all of your lies, Run arounds sweet baby lord how they hypnotize. Sweet little baby I don't know where you've been, Gonna love you baby here I come again Every day I work so hard bringing home my hard earned pay Try to love you baby but you push me away. Don't know where you're going only know just where you've been, Sweet little baby I want you again. Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true, Wanted a woman never bargained for you. Take it easy baby let them say what they will. Won't hurt so much when I send you the bill Originally by Led Zeppelin 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 Originally by KISS Down In The Dark Baby you're going Down In The Dark Show my lonely night is fallen and I don't have very long Think [I] might of broke my boil Within my face might burn You're gonna make it better for a little while Baby you're gonna die someday See you in your crowded wasted , then you start to fade That when we start singing faster I wouldn't wait so long Won't get any easier in the Dark Oh, yeah, yeah, yeahh You Will, You Will, You Will.... Originally by Mark Lanegan Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves I was born in the wagon of a travelling show My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw Poppa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel Sell a couple bottles of doctor good Gypsies tramps and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us Gypsies tramps and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down Picked up a boy just south of Mobile Gave him a ride filled him with a hot meal I was sixteen he was twenty one Rode with us to Memphis And poppa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done Gypsies tramps and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us Gypsies tramps and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down Yip! Yahoo! She was born in the wagon of a travelling show Her momma had to dance for the money they'd throw Grandpa'd do whatever he could Preach a little gospel Sell a couple bottles of doctor good Gypsies tramps and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us Gypsies tramps and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down blahblahblahblah.... fuck it fuck it all Originally by Cher. Lyrics contributed by Dave Labentowicz. 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 Heartbreaker Hey fellas have you heard the news? You know that Annie's back in town. It won't take long just watch and see, All the fellas lay their money down Her style is new but the face is the same, As it was so long ago. But from her eyes a different smile, Like that of one who knows. Well it's been ten years and maybe more, Since I first set eyes on you. The best years of my life gone by, Here I am alone and blue. Some people cry and some people die, By the wicked ways of love. But I'll just keep on rolling along With no grace from the Lord above People talking all around, About the way you left me flat. I don't care what the people say, I know where their jive is at. One thing I do have on my mind, If you can clarify please do, It's the way you call me by another guy's name, When I try to make love to you. Work so hard I couldn't unwind, Get some money saved. Abuse my love a thousand times, However hard I tried. Heartbreaker your time has come, Can't take your evil way. Go away heartbreaker. Originally by Led Zeppelin 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 Originally by The Velvet Underground I Feel Fine Baby's good to me you know She's happy as can be, you know She said so I'm in love with her and I feel fine Baby says she's mine, you know she tells me all the time, you now She said so I'm in love with her and I feel fine I'm so glad that she's my little girls She's so glad she's telling all the world That her baby buys her things you know He buys her diamond rings, you know She said so She's in love with me and I feel fine, mm Baby says she's mine, you know She tells me all the time, you now She said so I'm in love with her and I feel fine I'm so glad that she's my little girls She's so glad she's telling all the world That her baby buys her things you know He buys her diamond rings, you know She said so She's in love with me and I feel fine She's in love with me and I feel fine, mm Originally by The Beatles If You Must / Happy Hour / The Extreme I can read, I can write I can breathe, proven fact Bless my greed, crease 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 Immigrant song We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. The hammer of the gods, Will drive our ships to new lands, To fight the horde singing and crying: "Valhalla I am coming!" On we sweep, With thrashing oar. Our only goal will be the western shore. We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. Sultry fields of green, Whispered tales of lore, Of how we calmed the tides of war, We are your overlords. On we sweep, With thrashing oar. Our only goal will be the western shore. So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins, For peace and trust can win the day despite all your losing. Originally by Led Zeppelin Immodium I don't care, I don't care, I care, I care, I care, I care if I'm old I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind, I mind, a mind of my own Get away, get away, away, away, away, away from your home I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind, I mind, I mind, yeah... If you have, even if you need I don't even care, we could have a tree We could plant a house, we could build a tree I don't even care, we could have a tree She said, she said, she said, she said she said, she said, she said, she said I'm away, I'm away, away, away, away, away from your home I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind, I mind, I mind, a mind of my own Get away, get away, away, away, away, away from your home I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind, I mind, I mind, yeah... Even if you have, even if you need I don't even care, we could have a tree We could plant a house, we could build a tree I don't even care, we could build a tree She said, she said, she said, she said she said, she said, she said, she said Even if you have, even if you need I don't even care, we could have a tree We could plant a house, we could build a tree I don't even care, we could build a tree She said, she said, she said, she said She said, she said, she said, she said She said, she said, she said, she said Early version of "Breed" 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 (Alt: Think about some capsules of horse pills) One more quirky cliche'd phrase You're the one I wanna refill In the someday what's that sound? - Spoken interlude in middle - 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 His Room / In His Hands / Verse Chorus Verse Driven conversations, even I can read Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream (Not sure about this sentence) Taking medications, in the back of the room Driven conversations, he 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 Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind Giving conversations to a friend of mine Giving medications, in a lighted room Wouldn't want to fake it, 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, even you See the silence in his head He is coming, I don't care We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time Giving conversations, to whom they don't know Taking medications till my stomach's full. 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 From Outcesticide II. Correct title of the song should be "Verse Chorus Verse" I Wanna Be Your Dog Oooooooooooo Oooooooooooo Oooooooooooo I wanna be your dog (x3) Oh, come on - mmm Now I wanna - smoke marijiuna Now I wanna - smoke marijiuna Now I wanna - smoke marijiuna Fake club soda - extra free Just got to pour - keep up for me Fake club soda - extra free just got to pour - keep up for me Originally by The Stooges Junkyard / Token Eastern Song I'm long gone from vertical, Somewhere south is stopping me I'm long gone from the american dream, You may decide it's something new 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 Hold it in your gut (x8) (Alt: 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 lose, You may decide it's something new I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, You may decide on stopping me. Hold it in your gut (x8) (Alt: Born in a junkyard) Gone! Real title should indeed be "Token Eastern Song", and the chorus should be "Hold it in your gut". Love Gun I really love you baby I love what you've got Let's get together, we can Get hot No more tomorrow, baby Time is today Girl, I can make you feel Okay No place for hidin' baby No place to run You pull the trigger of my Love gun, love gun Love gun, love gun You can't forget me baby Don't try to lie You'll never leave me, mama So don't try I'll be a gambler, baby Lay down the bet We get together, mama You'll sweat No place for hidin' baby No place to run You pull the trigger of my Love gun, love gun (repeated several times) Originally by Kiss Marigold He's there in case I want it all He's there cause I want He's scared cause I want it all He's there cause I want All in all the clock is slow Six color pictures all in a row Of a marigold The Money Will Roll Right In I'm goin' to Hollywood, they'll see that I'm so good They 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 Moist Vagina She has a moist vagina I particularly enjoy the circumference I'll be sucking the warts off her anus (Alt: The circular walls of her anus) I prefer her to any other Marijuana She had a moist vagina I prefered her to any other Marijuana My Best Friends Girl You're always dancing down the street With your suede blue eyes And every new boy that you meet He doesn't know the real surprise Here she comes again When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky She'll make you flip Here she comes again When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky You kinda like the way she dips She's my best friend's girl She's my best friend's girl And she used to be mine You've got your nuclear boots And your drip dry glove And when you bite your lip It's some reaction to love Originally by The Cars My Sharona Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one When you gonna give me some time, Sharona Ooh, you make my motor run, my motor run Got it comin' off o' the line, Sharona Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa! M-m-m-my Sharona Come a little closer, huh, a-will ya, huh? Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona Keepin' it a mystery, it gets to me Runnin' down the length of my thigh, Sharona Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa! M-m-m-my Sharona M-m-m-my Sharona When you gonna give to me, a gift to me Is it just a matter of time, Sharona? Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona? Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa! M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, aye-aye, whoa! M-m-m-my Sharona M-m-m-my Sharona M-m-m-my Sharona M-m-m-my Sharona Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona Originally by The Knack No Quarter Close the door put out the light, You know they won't be home tonight. The snow falls hard and don't you know, The winds of Thor are blowing cold. They're wearing steel that's bright and true. They carry news that must get through. They choose the path where no one goes. They hold no quarter. They hold no quarter. Walking side by side with death, The devil mocks their every step. The snow drives back the foot that's slow, The dogs of doom are howling more. They carry news that must get through, To build a dream for me and you. They choose the path where no one goes. They hold no quarter. They ask no quarter. Originally by Led Zeppelin 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 Old Age Somebody finally freed my brother One more day to free my brother Help me I won't find a way, no I'm going there to free my brother No one there to free my brother (Don't go there to free my brother?) Help me I won't find a way, brother He's the friend to revive With all the love I got In every way I love you (In every way I'll help you?) Help me know Going my way Interpreted from the 1:08 minute clip floating around of Nirvana's version. Lyrics courtesy of Rob Salisbury. 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 (Alt: You said it all and you glory burns) My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x4) And there seems to be a problem here. Your state of emotion seems to clear. You rise and fall like wall street stock And you had an affect on our happy talk. Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x2) My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x2) 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 (Alt: You said it all and you glory burns) Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm. Your opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x3) My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. 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 Walk 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 Early version of "Stay Away" Pay To Play (Alternate version) Monkey see, monkey do -- I don't know why I Have to hang out with you -- I don't know why I leave 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 (x3) Monkey see, monkey do -- I don't know why I Have to hang out with you -- I don't know why I leave 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 (x3) I don't know why I... (x2) Pay Pay to play (x3) leave it out keep it in -- I don't know why I Have to have poison skin -- I don't know why I leave 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 (x3) I don't know why I Pay Pay to play (x3) AAAAAH! Pay Pay to play (x3) This is the version from "Outcesticide IV". Lyrics courtesy of "KuRL" Pen Cap Chew Ummm, lies again (Alt: Once again) Ummm, mine Ummm, mmmm You go, you give, you get, you get to me All the years of tyrants such an easy way to go You go, you give, you get, you get to me Time to struggle and the scaling of fingernails Ummm, lies again (Alt: Once again) Ummm, mine Ummm, mmmm You're lonely Waste your time by saying he was gullible 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 (Alt: Protest and then go to jail for trespassing) Two minutes slow...slow...slow...oh Raunchola / Run, Rabbit, Run 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 got a sound that's nice Watching 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.. Performed at the 01/23/88 show in Tacoma, WA. Other interpretations possible. 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 Originally by The Wipers Rio Wow! Moving on the floor now babe you're a bird of paradise Cherry ice cream smile I suppose it's very nice With a step to your left and a flick to the right You catch that mirror way out west You know you're something special And you look like you're the best Her name is rio and she dances on the sand Just like that river twisting through a dusty land And when she shines she really shows you all she can Oh rio rio dance across the rio grande I've seen you on the beach and I've seen you on tv Two of a billion stars it means so much to me Like a birthday or a pretty view But then I'm sure that you know it's just for you Hey now look at that did he nearly run you down at the end of the drive the lawmen arrive you make me feel Alive, alive, alive I'll take my chance cause luck is on my side I tell you something I know what you're thinking I tell you something I know what you're thinking Her name is rio and she dances on the sand Just like that river twists across a dusty land And when she shines she really shows you all she can Oh rio rio dance across the rio grande Her name is rio she don't need to understand I might find her if I'm looking like I can Oh rio rio hear them shout across the land From mountains in the north down to the rio grande Originally by Duran Duran. Nirvana's cover has not surfaced yet. Run, Rabbit, Run When I looked you in the eye I knew it was time for good-bye You were the only one I had around But you couldn't keep your feet on the ground Run rabbit run But what's that you're runnin' for Run rabbit run You ain't gonna run no more Bye bye baby, bye bye bird! Thought the cold sidewalk stones Broke your little brittle bones I know you were already dead When the truck rolled over your head Bye bye baby, bye bye bird! Originally by Smack. Lyrics courtesy of Anssi. 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 Early version of "Sappy". Sappy [No Alternative] 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 grass And you'll think you're happy now You're really in a laundry room You're really in a laundry room The clue just came to you, oh And if you cut yourself (Alt: And if you kill 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 grass Then you'll think you're happy now You're really in a laundry room You're really in a laundry room The clue that came to you, oh You're really in a laundry room You're really 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 his shit Then you'll think you're happy now You're really in a laundry room You're really in a laundry room You're really in a laundry room The clue that came to you, oh Late version of "Sappy". From "No Alternative" compilation. Spank Thru There's a soft pretentious (Alt: relentless) mountains (Alt: This song is for lovers out there) Listen (Alt: glisten) in the light of the trees (Alt: And the little light in the trees) And the flowers sing in D minor (Alt: And all the flowers have gingivitus) 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 bend it I can shape it, I can mold it I can cut it, I can taste it I can spank it, beat it, masturbate it I been looking for day glo Always hearing the same ol' Say you want to be faithful I can make it do things you wouldn't think it ever could Spank Thru: Alternative interpretation There's a soft relentless mountains Glisten in the light of the trees All the flowers have gingivitus And the birds cry happily We're to be 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 bend it I can shape it, I can mold it I can cut it, I can taste it I can spank it, beat it, masturbate it I been looking for day glo Always hearing the same ol' City boy won't you spank off I can make it do things you wouldn't think it ever could Other interpretations possible. Thanks to Mikey and Adán for some corrections Spectre / Misery Love Company To hope is admittance Feed before beginning Double-sided cynics Reflected images Don't be so selfish Leaving me this 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 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 The End This is the end My only friend, the end This is the end My only friend, the end I'll offer you some I'll offer you sexualism and a masculine man You can rephrase my friend (Alt: You can deface my grave, my friend) The killer woke up in Belgium And he poured alot of syrup on his waffles And he walked on down the hall And he said, all I want is to have some hasbrowns and some grits And then he walked on down the hall And then he said, listen I got a quarter in my pocket And I see that waffle house jukebox And I'm gonna walk up to the coinslot And then there's a direst line between my pupil and that cionslot And I lift that quarter out of my pocket And I said, I wanna hear the waffle house theme So I walk up to the jukebox, And I said Come on in I believe I will, I believe I will At the waffle house I got a six pack and nothin' to do Originally by The Doors The Priest They Called Him "Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street. The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks." People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall. It was getting late and no money to score. He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife. Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight. Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes, familiar face, the Priest told himself, watching from the doorway. "Remindsme of something a long time ago." The boy, there, with his overcoat unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare. The cab drove away and turned the corner. The boy went inside a building. "Hmm, yes, maybe" - the suitcase was there in the doorway. The boy nowhere in sight. Gone to get the keys, most likely, have to move fast. He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner. Made it. Glanced down at the case. It didn't look like the case the boy had, or any boy would have. The Priest couldn't put his finger on what was so old about the case. Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy. Better see what's inside. He turned into Lincoln Park, found an empty place and opened the case. Two severed human legs that belonged to a young man with dark skin. Shiny black leg hairs glittered in the dim streetlight. The legs had been forced into the case and he had to use his knee on the back of the case to shove them out. "Legs, yet," he said, and walked quickly away with the case. Might bring a few dollars to score. The buyer sniffed suspiciously. "Kind of a funny smell about it." "It's just Mexican leather." "Well, some joker didn't cure it." The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor. "Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is. Three is the best I can do and it hurts. But since this is Christmas and you're the Priest..." he slipped three bills under the table into the Priest's dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street shadows, seedy and furtive. Three cents didn't buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel. Say, remember that old Addie croaker told me not to come back unless I paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya, blow your stack about three lousy cents. The doctor was not pleased to see him. "Now, what do you WANT? I TOLD you!" The Priest laid three bills on the table. The doctor put the money in his pocket and started to scream. "I've had TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around! I may lose my LICENSE!" The Priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with years of junk, on the doctor's face. "I can't write you a prescription." The doctor jerked open a drawer and slid an ampule across the table. "That's all I have in the OFFICE!" The doctor stood up. "Take it and GET OUT!" he screamed, hysterical. The Priest's expression did not change. The doctor added in quieter tones, "After all, I'm a professional man, and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you." "Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend me a nickel...?" "Get out, get out, I'll call the police I tell you." "All right, doctor, I'm going." Of course it was cold and far to walk, rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor. "These stairs," coughed the Priest there, pulling himself up along the bannister. He went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels, toilet dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin. Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in the dropper. He rolled up his sleeve. Then he heard a groan from next door, room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he never spoke, because he didn't want any juvenile connections, bad news in any language. The Priest had had enough bad news in his life. He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking that groan and what it meant. "Maybe he had an accident or something. In any case, I can't enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming through the wall." Thin walls you understand. The Priest put down his dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen. "Quien es?" "It's the Preist, kid, I live next door." He could hear someone hobbling across the floor. A bolt slid. The boy stood there in his underwear shorts, eyes black with pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the bed. "What's wrong, son?" "It's my legs, senor, cramps, and now I am without medicine." The Priest could see the cramps, like knots of wood there in the young legs, dark shiny black leg hairs. "A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race, it was then that the cramps started." And now he has the leg cramps back with compound junk interest. The old Priest stood there, feeling the boy groan. He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper. "It's just a quarter G, kid." "I do not require much, senor." The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen. He went back to his room and sat down on the bed. Then it hit him like heavy silent snow. All the gray junk yesterdays. He sat there received the immaculate fix. And since he was himself a priest, there was no need to call one. Yes, She Is My Skinhead I said I want to meet you aah I said I want to fuck you inside I said I want to fuck you aah I said I want to meet you inside I said I want to meet you aah I said I want to fuck you inside I said I want to fuck you aah I said I want to meet you Yes she is my skinhead girl Yes she is my skinhead Yes she is my skinhead girl Yes she is my little pet I'm fuckin all set to beat you Keep keepin' all the lovely faces Mathematic I'm a over and I'll race it Stop sulking and I ought to trace it Yes she is my skinhead girl Yes she is my skinhead Yes she is my skinhead girl Checkinist girl this girl is world Yaaahhh!!! Ah Aaahhh!! I'll tell you what's good to look now Can all it be impossible When a villain in the face of God On a Sunday And I feel like a motivation I'm on a mission to kill myself Yes she is my skinhead girl Yes she is my skinhead Yes she is my skinhead girl Checkinist girl this girl is (my) world Yes she is my skinhead girl She's gonna take me for a whirl Yes she is my skinhead girl Yes she is my little pet Make ready for affection But I met my love Originally by Unrest You've Got No Right / On The Mountain / You Know You're Right I don't need to love again I won't sigh and mope again I don't need to love again I just don't think it's worth it I don't really love her I don't think I want her Ain't gonna take to love again It's the way your love hurts It's the way your mad again I don't think I'll love again I won't ever promise her I don't think I want her This time no one else I don't bear to follow you I don't ever promise you Sometimes I don't love you Think I'm tired of loving her I don't really want love Hey, hey, hey, hey You know you're right You told me to follow him Teach him that I loved him I won't ever promise you I won't even bother to You gave me my first kiss I don't think I want it now I don't ever want again It's all that I had to have It's all that I wanted It's all that I had to I don't think I'll miss her I don't think I want her Thanks to Josh for these lyrics. These are the lyrics for Nirvana's live version, performed in Chicago, IL on 10/23/93. The title of Nirvana's version should indeed be "You Know You're Right". Courtney Love and her band Hole covered the song for their MTV Unplugged show, under the title "You've Got No Right" You've Got No Right (Hole version) I would never bother you I would never promise to I would never bother you I would never promise to If I say I wouldn't care 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 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 well And I have never felt so well Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Hey, yeah You know you're right You know your rights You know you're right You know you're right (whispered, unintelligible) 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 away from here You won't be afraid of fear I won't move away from here You won't be afraid of fear (it) 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! Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Hey, yeah You know you're right You know you're right You know you're right Maybe you're right... Hey, yeah You know you're right Hey, yeah You know your rights Hey Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Yeah, you know your rights Hey Read me your rights |