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from Iggy Pop - Avenue B (Explicit) (1999)
She sat on the pavement
As I pulled in the drive Wearing leopard skin velvet And shiny black eyes "She looks like a sleeper" Said my wife at the time She had curls like Delilah And a smile like the sun She held my poor corpse Like she'd never be done And the caption in my mind said "This is the one" But I'm strong and I'm disciplined And I avoided her for years 'Till one night, as usual With my heart full of tears A hand touched my back And she was standing right there Then I felt the luxury of her I felt the luxury of her I felt the luxury of her I felt the luxury Whispering Whispering Now I'll try hard to tell things just like they is How my life was a desert before she came in And wrecked it and ripped it and rubbed my nerves thin How I liked to see her little feet pad around the house The way she curled up quietly on the couch I can still see her in my mind that way now Aah I felt the luxury of her I felt the luxury of her I felt the luxury of her Well time went by quickly And her confidence grew And she wanted this and that And she wanted those too And she wouldn't shut up And one day I just blew up Now she's in the hospital For the second time Maybe she'll die Maybe I'll cry Therapists would say "You're in denial" But love became inconvenient Love became a literal drag Very bad for business I'd be better off a fag She's a model de sport That I can't afford 'Cause I'm a practical American From the Middle-West And I can piss on a grave While welcoming guests If cold's what I am I'm cold 'till the end And I felt the luxury of her I felt the luxury of her Now I'm gonna continue walking In the modern world Which justifies every egotistical perversion With scientific talk And new ways to walk But I'll remember the religion She became to me And the other person I could have been So for now I'll say so long I gotta go do wrong I gotta go do wrong I felt the luxury I felt the luxury I felt the luxury Aah, Luxury |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask You're wearing a mask You look better that way You're wearing a mask You're wearing a mask You're wearing a mask You look better that way Are you my friend ? Are you my plumber ? Are you my God ? What do you do ? Wearing a mask You're wearing a mask You're wearing a mask Which mask are you ? Which mask are you ? Complicated crushed up disappointed squirming angry thrusting stabbing regretting starving greedy human alien being, struggling down the street, up the alley, in the elevator, through the party, to the office, in the bedroom, on your way to the morgue. Bullshitting, lying, doing a good deed or feeling loved barely possible. Aware of insatiable demands of not a society all around you. Chunky frat boys in there shorts, pimps with old semite eyes, sex hoochies of the jungle, sensitive smart alec college graduates, critics fronting franticly in New York city, every body in L.A just plain licking ass or having it licked, irony in place of balls, balls in place of brains, brains in place of soul, where is the soul ?, where is the love ?, where am i ? Which mask are you ? Which mask are you ? Which mask are you ? You're wearing a mask You're wearing a mask You're wearing a mask which mask are you ? . |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
I got my work
I got my work The profit of doom is walking the beach With a psychotic breakdown cardboard sign Everything's faked and there's nothing to teach, And there's no point in running crying. And i'm l.o.s.t. lost I'm l.o.s.t. lost I'm l.o.s.t. lost I'm l.o.s.t. lost In a garden of evil In a garden of evil In a garden of evil In a garden of evil Evil I walk through the filthy sterile wasteland When i'm no good they'll dump me on a scrap heap to die Giant american tyrannosaur, Even the animals are runnig away. I'm l.o.s.t. lost I'm l.o.s.t. lost I'm l.o.s.t. lost I'm l.o.s.t. lost l.o.s.t. lost In a garden of evil In a garden of evil In a garden of evil In a garden of evil Evil Evil baby I got my work Yeah I walk through the filthy sterile wasteland when i'm no good they'll dump me on a scrap heap to die Giant american tyrannosaur, Even the animals are runnig away. I'm l.o.s.t. lost I'm l.o.s.t. lost I'm l.o.s.t. lost I'm l.o.s.t. lost |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowl
Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowl Fuck it I feel like howling Got nowhere to turn They'll kill you For your spirit This is what you learn The music of tomorrow is What you feel today The owners of the future Is not the one they say A mountain of faces Is rapin' my ear I'm glad that my pride is Stronger than my fear I'm howling, baby I'm howling, baby Howling, baby I knew the producer He's got lots of tricks He is the starmaker The bands are little pricks The music of tomorrow is What you feel today The owners of the future Is not the one they say A mountain of faces Is rapin' my ear I'm glad that my pride is Stronger than my fear I'm howling, baby I'm howling, baby I'm howling, baby I'm howling, baby Howling, baby Howling, baby Howling, baby Howling, baby I'm howling, baby |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
I'm a football baby,
Rollin' round the field. I've been passed and fumbled, Till I don't know what I feel. Everybody's the same, They're all footballs too. Setting up the big play And trying to score. I'm a football baby In a football game I'm a football baby Run--kick Life's a football game, As every chump and champ knows. We don't touch, we collide, Till we're worn out inside. We're kicking each other, Right where it hurts, Setting up the big play, And trying to score. I'm a football baby, In a football game I'm a football baby, I'm a football baby, In a football game I'm a football baby, Block--pass I'm a football baby, In a football game I'm a football baby, Run---kick---hit---goal . |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
if the saviour came again today,
Would you like him or turn him away, would he have a girlfriend with a thong, Or a boy group singing dumbass songs. Would he be a rapper with a gun, Or a bugger building steel buns. If the saviour was crucified to lose What's the difference ? get me outta here get me outta here get me outta here get me outta here watch me walk on water watch me walk on water watch me walk on water before they... put me in a box We should have never Gotten another break, Praying is an art for it's own sake, Would he have a pair of Gucci shoes... With a pitbull get me outta here get me outta here get me outta here get me outta here watch me walk on water watch me walk away on water watch me walk on water get me outta here get me outta here get me outta here get me outta here get me outta here get me outta here get me outta here watch me walk on water watch me walk away on water watch me walk on water . |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
You gotta beat em
Beat beat em up You gotta beat em Beat beat em up You gotta beat em Beat beat em up Beat em up Beat em up You gotta beat em You gotta beat em You know they're cheatin' anyhow You gotta beat em You gotta beat em You know they're cheatin' anyhow You gotta beat em Beat em up This life is a numbers game, The rich the ive, the poor get blamed The rich are happy , and they're mean, the poor - just obscene... You gotta beat em You gotta beat em You know they're cheatin' anyhow I gotta beat em I gotta beat em You know they're cheatin' anyhow You gotta beat em Beat beat beat em up I gotta beat em Beat beat beat em up I gotta beat em Beat beat beat em up Beat em up Beat em up Nice girl with a heart of gold A little naive, a little bold Knocked' up tossed' out and abondoned, Now she's living on random You gotta beat em You gotta beat em You know they're cheatin' anyhow She got beat up She got beat up you know they're cheatin' anyhow You gotta beat em Beat beat beat em up You gotta beat em Beat em up Mom and dad worked and saved, Good and honest everyday For they're sweat , what did they get ? An old age home and a medical debt You gotta beat em You gotta beat em You know they're cheatin' anyhow They got beat up They got beat up You know they're cheatin' anyhow You gotta beat em Beat beat beat em up I gotta beat em Beat beat beat em up Come on' Come on' We live in a machine, machine, We live in a machine, machine, We can't keep up with a machine (chorus) |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
Look what you have done,
Ruined every single one. See what fools they are, Jealous of a simple star. Feel the 4 winds blow, Let the sword hang low (baby) Life's to take, Says the talking snake, Everybody should be happy Life's to take, Says the talking snake, Everybody should be happy To tell the sucking truth, Everybody's dreams get used. Twist me till i drip, Liquid of emotions ripped. Every hungry soul, Hides a hungry fool (baby) Life's to take, Says the talking snake, Everybody should be happy Life's to take, Says the talking snake, Everybody should be happy Feel the 4 winds blow, Let the sword hang low (baby) Life's to take, Says the talking snake, Everybody should be happy Life's to take, Says the talking snake, Everybody should be happy Should be happy Should be happy |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
Look, here comes the jerk !
See the guy with the fakey smile, Talkin' to my girl in a friendly style. He thinks he's quite the flirt, She'd suck a rats' dick before she'd fuck Him his brain is full of dirt, That's why the guy's a jerk, His balls are gonna burst, Thats why the guy's a jerk Oh man you're killin' me ! Hey man your killin me ! He hangs out by the ladies room, His pick up line is like the voice of doom. "Hey baby do ya wanna go out with me, and by the way I make a lotta money." His method just don't work, That's why the guy's a jerk. By the office Johnny lurks, That's why the guy's a jerk Jerk (반복) Oh man you're killin' me ! Hey man your killin me ! look here comes the jerk look here comes the jerk look here comes the jerk look here comes the jerk Him his brain is full of dirt, That's why the guy's a jerk, His balls are gonna burst, That's why the guy's a jerk Oh man you're killin' me ! Hey man your killin me ! |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
Death is the best
Better than all the rest On the dutifull lies in the rock paradise Losses and wear and the texture of age Adds a truth to the heart And a light to the face It’s good when you don’t give as Much of a fuck As you did when the threats mount To make you suck A burst of rage A lively cry Emotions wide Your death is certain for sure My death is certain alright But death is certain no cure ‘Cause death is certain ‘Cause death is certain so why ? Gotta diiiiiiiiie A bone and a skull In a conjugal hell A mall full of gall And the music jerks off Pale and fate At the table they sat With their necks choking tight In their collars dead white Liquor and food ‘till They spin and explode In a shower of crap In America’s lap A pliceman’s numb A lazy bum Emotions come ‘Cause death is certain it’s sure ‘Cause death is certain it’s pure ‘Cause death is certain no cure ‘Cause death is certain ‘Cause death is certain that’s why Gotta die Alright Alright Well, alright Alright (반복) A beast with legs A kid who’s numb A lazy bum Your death is certain it’s sure ‘Cause death is certain it’s pure ‘Cause death is certain no cure ‘Cause death is certain |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
I was lying in a coma
By the side of some damn road My fucking heart was pounding Like I thought it would explode I had no protection No familly No friends I had nothing really But a will to make this end * Go for the throat *(3번 반복) I'm fucked'up I'm so fucked'up It isn't very nice What I do to make end's meet It isn't very pretty when you hate The folks you meet It's a shame to feel hurt and angry everyday It's a shame to take it out On whoever's in the way ** Go for the throat I'm fucked'up **(3번 반복) Man I'm so fucked'up *** I'm fucked'up ***(3번반복) Man I'm so fucked'up Poor little girl I hurt her really bad I haven't been the same since I lost my mom and dad Where is the justice ? Well I really don't know When everybody is singing Like a fucking so and so **(3번반복) Yeah I'm so fucked'up Yeah Yeah Yeah They took away my freedom They took away my games They took away my innocence And gave me shitty fame There's nothing left to stop me There's nothing left to feel There's nothing left inside me But a low down dirty deal Go for the throat Go for the throat Go for the throat I'm fucked'up baby Go for the throat I'm fucked'up baby I'm so fucked'up baby I'm so fucked'up Oh I'm fucked'up I'm so fucked'up Oh I'm fucked'up I'm so fucked'up Oh I'm fucked'up Go for the throat ... |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
Weasels
Weasels are runnin me to death, I checked my gas there ain't much left. Still i will take a parting shot, Before I leave myself to rot. Barbaric motherfucking weasels Weasels Weasels Weasels have always been my friends, I've turned them loose now there's no end. Giants of rock tell giant lies, Weasels control the evil skies. Barbaric motherfucking weasels, Bad breath bad taste cause of deseases. I feel disgrace and I feel shame, I feel anger and I feel blame, I feel suspicion and I feel pride, I feel weasels on all sides. Weasels Weasels Weasels Weasels Weasels With guitars on t.v, Weasels Rewriting rock history, Weasels With an office and a chair, Weasels With nice butts and long silky hair. Weasels suck and weasels blow, Weasels control rock and roll Weasels control rock and roll Weasels control rock and roll Weasels control rock and roll Rock and roll Rock and roll Rock and roll Weasels |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
Blood !!!
Stupid is stupid, Dumb is dumb, Bloody is bloody, Cum is cum, Fake is fake, A dick is a dick, You're a target in the new demographic. We most need victims to be beaten, Real rotten samples to be beaten, Drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink drink drink drink drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink drink drink drink drink new blood We got no dicks, We need some bucks, Drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink drink drink drink Drink new blood, So we need to drink new blood, Blood ! Blood ! Mom and dad who are they ? You got any money but are you gonna pay ? You're gonna pay for shit music, Pay for shit food, Pay for everything cuz nobody wants you ! We most need victims to be beaten, These nasty kids need to be eaten, Drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink drink drink drink drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink drink drink drink drink new blood, We got no dicks, We need some bucks, So we need to drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink drink drink drink Drink new blood, Blood ! Blood ! Nobody likes you, Nobody cares at all, Your money is fucked'up, Everything is fucked'up in your life, Money money money, That's all that will save you, You'll never get enough anyway ! We most need victims to be beaten, These nasty kids need to be eaten, Drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink drink drink drink drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink drink drink drink drink new blood, We got no dicks, We need some bucks, So we need to drink some blood, Drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink drink drink drink drink new blood, Outburst ! Outburst ! Outburst ! Outburst ! Infantile violent Outburst ! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! Drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink drink drink drink drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink drink drink drink drink new blood, We got no dicks, We need some bucks, So we need to drink some blood, Drink new blood, Drink new blood, Drink, drink, drink new blood ! |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
If it walks like shit
Talks like shit It must be shit If it feels like shit Tastes like shit It must be shit If it looks like shit Sounds like shit It must be shit If it smells like shit Tells like shit It must be shit See Times Square A vacum of feeling Listen, little man Advertise this That it’s all shit It’s all shit Nothing but shit Billboard shit Love just keeps on coming Love will clean it up Love just keeps on coming Love will sweep it out Love just keeps on coming Love just keeps on coming If it walks like a duck Talks like a duck It must be a duck If it smells like a duck Talks like a duck It must be a duck If it smells like a duck Tastes like a duck It’s a goddam duck If it feels like a duck Tells like a duck It must be a duck If it looks like a duck Sounds like a duck It must be a duck Walking blinded Eternal night Of hype no magic Fake no love Child are actors How depressing Little adults With fancy pants Ohhhhhhh Love just keeps on coming Love just keeps on coming, baby Love just keeps on coming Love just keeps on coming Love will weed ‘em out Love just keeps on coming baby Love just keeps on coming baby Love Love Your fucking cache is over, baby Skybar shit Nobody cares Nobody cares Nobody cares Nobody cares Nobody cares ... |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
Ugly
Ahhhhhhhooooooooooooo Uglyyyy ! C'mon ! Yeah ! hey ! all right You got an ugly ass guy, He got a problem with his dick. You got a song with no soul, Fucking don't mean a thing. He got an ugly bouzy house, He got a girlfriend on T.V, That girl's something, He can't sing for shit. And I'm trying to be a person, But they all say I'm worthless. I'm trying to be a person, But they all make me nervous. This is my description of an ugliness. This is my description of an ugliness. This is my description of an ugliness. This is my description of an ugliness. Ugliness Ugliness Ugliness You got a dog face chic, With basketball tit's. Porno sucks, That's the truth of it. You got a bunch of dumb fat guys, In a wrestling uniform, Trying to fake they're playing music, They ought to be killed. And I'm trying to be a person, But they all say I'm worthless. I'm trying to be a person, But they all say I'm worthless. This is my description of an ugliness. This is my description of an ugliness. This is my description of an ugliness. This is my description of an ugliness. This is my description of an ugliness. Ugliness They got the chics, The money cars and all, but they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls. They got the chics, The money cars and all, but they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls. They got a fungus on their dick, They got bald heads and tupe's, They're in total control, Total fucking control, They're even parked in my space. You got a song with no soul, No truth no love. Because the music sucks, That's why little kids blow up. Everybody needs a gun, To express feelings, That should be expressed by a real musician And I'm trying to be a person, But they all say I'm worthless. I'm trying to be a person, But they all say I'm worthless. This is my description of an ugliness. This is my description of an ugliness. This is my description of an ugliness. This is my description of an ugliness. Ugliness Ugliness Ugliness They got the car the money house and all, but they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls. You see the cocksuckers on MTV, And they ain't even got a good CD. Ugliness Ugliness Ugliness Ugliness |
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from Iggy Pop - Beat Em Up (2001)
I'm a Very Important Person
I park in the V.I.P And when I go to the bathroom, i go in the V.I.P toilet And when I wanna change a lightbalb, I don't do it myself... Oooohhh no... I have a technician Cause I'm a V.I.P I'm a V.I.P I'm a V.I.P I'm a V.I.P Now,as I began to become a V.I.P, i forgot what i've become a V.I.P for I began to grow accustommed to people saying "Right this way sir...drinks are on the house..." Flight attendants on airplanes saying : "Please...Really, I don't wanna bother you sir, but it's such a pleasure to have you on board. May I have your autograph for my daughter ?" "Yeah baby right after Igo to the toilet I i'll give you a couple of'em Cause i'm a V.I.P!" Now,one thing about V.I.P is,is they never seem to be alone Ooohh no ! The "true" V.I.P must travel with an entourage ! People who say "Right on boss" Cause it's a V.I.P! Right on boss I'm a V.I.P! As i began to realise that i had gained V.I.P status, worries began to creep in What if one day,i woke up,and i was no longer a V.I.P ? No more good tables at the restaurants... No more strange women smiling and approaching me on the streets... No more top notch booty No more entourage to say "Right boss" I began to have nightmares And in my nightmares, I was just a fucking nobody. Laying at the beach, imagining myself being a VIP ! Just like i was before... Hearing the applause in my head Beautiful warm embraces of superior members of the female gender... V.I.P V.I.P Of course,when one becomes a V.I.P, One meets other V.I.Ps At social occasions... And one inevitably thinks : "thck ! How shallow and crass these people are ! They're not down to earth and real like me... Oooohhh no ! I'm a very special V.I.P" Another interesting phenomenon,associated with V.I.P celebrityhood, is the "V.I.P reflection effect", during which anyone associated with the V.I.P, becomes a sort of V.I.P in their own right ! Such as "son OF the V.I.P", "guitar player FOR the V.I.P", "girlfriend WITH the V.I.P", "accountants of the V.I.P" The maid, the dog, the music publisher ...huh ! All enjoy a sort of 'reflected glory', as in.. "Hi this is Nastea I work for Iggy And i'd like 6 tables tonight in the V.I.P section And he needs passes for everyone And free drinks of course In the V.I.P area" Right on boss Cause i'm a V.I.P. It's also true that when one is a V.I.P, erybody's happy to see you... All the time ! And there's an implicit rule that a V.I.P must never- never Be on a barn. Cause everybody expects YOU to make their day And they're all be on to you if you're in a bad mood. They will "thck!tchk!tchk ! mur mur mur mur mur!", And you will find yourself with the wrong kind of attention: A "difficult" V.I.P. Psychologists tell us that a sense of self-esteem Is so necessary in today's world. As a V.I.P, I can guarantee you, you'll never be alone. You'll never be alone. Cause you're a V.I.P! |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
Well, i 'll tell you one good thing at least about some of these junkies was they had some character they may have driven me nuts someties |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
One night out in L.A.
i met a mexicana with a butchy girlfriend who i thought was a man they took me to the alley to have a little chat people lined the corner doin' this and that in wild america now i 'm in a black car with my mexicana she's got methedrine but i want marijuana i don 't want to drive home not in my condition so i ask my friend matt to handle the ignition in wild america exterminate the brutes (live interview: Rollins: yeah Iggy: yeah Rollins: yeah Iggy: yeah Iggy: well i mean i like it here...do you have anything you' d like to say to america? Rollins: I'd iust like to say at this point that i' m 24 hour, 7 day a week, 365 day a year american) i was glad that Debbie had a sense of humor this time of the morning i tend to get gloomy she laughed and said "Iggy, you have got a biggy!" i had no reply so i just closed my eyes in wild america exterminate the brutes they're goin' wild goin' wild they' re goin' wild they' re goin' wild baby they got all kinds of fuckin' stuff they got everything you could imagine they' re so god dammed spoiled they' re poisoned inside they iudge a man by what he's got and they wanta have more and more more power, more freedom taller kids, longer lives everything, bigger houses, slaves, woa |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
all across the continents everywhere a soul is sent a new mix of the races is takln it's what Hitler didn' t like and it makes a pretty sight just look at what you see on your mtv out on the edges they' re mixin' the colors some they don' t like it but me i don' t mind in every city they' re mixing the colors different shades for the whole countryside if you leave the hate alone tonight music's gonna get you home tonight if you leave the hate alone tonight music's gonna get you home tonight mixin', they 're mixin' on the edges of the line there's a different kind of kind no one seems to claim for the race war games 'cause you don t have to choose sides it just crucifies your mind there's a hundred million ways to live your life for yourself ' out on the edges they re mixin' the colors some they don 't like it but me i don' t mind in every city they 're mixin' the colors different shades for the whole countryside i like the kids with the ways of their own if you leave the hate alone tonight music's gonna get you home tonight if you leave the hate alone tonight music's gonna get you home tonight mixin' the colors now a language that sounds new comes a-driftin' next to you and the music that you hear ls changin' too cuz they 're mixin' the colors baby the colors |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
He's got a great big hit he's in a limousine when i see his face somethin' starts to freeze he's got money for miles his girl comes out of vogue when he acts like an ass he's treated like a rogue i feel it comin' it's flushin' my face i feel it comin' jealousy baby i feel it comin' it's boilin my blood i feel it comin' jealousy baby i feel it comin' flushin' my face i feel it comin' jealousy baby i feel it comin' boilin' my blood i feel it comin' jealousy baby this isn 't for the first time in my life she comes from top cheekbones she never worried hard you could camp an army on her family's yard when i look at blue blood i want to make it mud and tear that difference down rock an' roll is how i feel it comin' it's breakin' my neck i feel it comin' jealousy baby i feel it comin' boilin' my blood i feel it comin' jealousy baby i feel it comin' boilin my blood i feel it comin' jealousy baby i feel it comin breakin' my neck i feel lr comin' jealousy baby this isn 't for the first time in my life i feel it comin' it's flushin' my face i feel it comin' jealousy baby i feel it comin' boilin my blood i feel it comin' jealousy baby i feel it comin' flushin' my face i feel it comin' jealousy baby i feel it comin' breakin' my neck i feel it comin' jealousy baby i feel it comin' heatin' my eyes i feel it comin' jealousy baby jealousy baby |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
An evil look that tells me to fuck off from the one who 'll never treat me soft i start to boil and to concentrate on images of anger and of hate these are the ways i feed my hate these are the lights that burn too late these are the ways i feed my hate these me the lights that burn too late the mean stupidity of what he says the millions who admire it and they spread and all i wanta feel is just them dead and have to eat the things they did and said these are the ways i feed my hate these are the lights that burn so late these are the ways i feed my hate these are the lights that burn too late hate why am i afraid? afraid |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
I found you lookin for the rainbow you found me waitin for a chance now we got something good together a life where we have joined our hands and there ain 't nobody gonna break that our love and there ain't noeody gonna break it our love our love i didn' t have too much to offer you didn 't have much to expect a cold hotel room full of trouble beside a blinkin traffic light on all night and there ain' t nobody gonna break this it' s our love there ain' t nosody gonna take it not our love nobody's gonna take this it 's our love love i know the feeling of being outside alone and watchin all the fun the crowd's together, laughin loudly and long but that type - they re never really strong an 'there ain' t nobody gonna take it an 'there ain' t nobody gonna take it an 'there ain' t nobody gonna take it there ain' t nobody who's gonna break it it's our love |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
Fast young girl wants to go
body 's red mouth is whole got the worst in the world but this won 't be hassle-free lovers kiss in the heat body crush basement suite mind my eyes behind my hair hide my face and look nowhere change addresses ditch that guy don 't pick up when he calls runaway everyday coffee beans and hideaways they want these, they want those first my nose then my toes presidents and super meaks litey dogs and love boutioues afternoons wakin up neighborhood slouch and stuff drifters too in a flow nowhere they got to go shave haired girl with a dog dressin cool not too new i wanna talk i wanna know, what she feels and what she knows i m so fuckin alone i m so fucking alone o.k. o.k.this is me o.k. o.k.this is me evening breeze river east music mix salsa speed metal rap lonely sax open jeep with the speakers back rock n roll band practicin' shakin those walls next to me everybody is in a dream of what they want and who they need to feel all right to be alive to wipe out words that they despise from a thunder brain that's quick to pain and only once to live again when that set up gets in the way the dreamin brain will make a play to wipe it all outta space press record and then erase cuz there's something here they gotta face everyeody in this place it's the same for everyone they gotta figure out something they gotta figure out themselves they gotta figure on their own they gotta figure out, ok ? o.k. o.k. o.k. o.k. i 'm so fuckin alone i' m so fuckin alone oh no, being alone i'm so fucking alone o.k. o.k. so this is me- |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
I been walkin' down the road
what it means i dunno i been walkin' down the highway with the bad food flyin by me i' m an ordinary man with a time bomb in my hand it keeps tickin' an i keep runnin tryin to find out where i come from and there ain' t nothin' gonna take this road away nothin' gonna take this road away nothin' gonna take this road outta my heart nothin' gonna take this pain outta my heart i wake up sweatin in the night every town is only lights i 'm addicted to the highway 'cuz i just can' t do things their way and there ain' t nothin gonna take this road away nothin gonna take that road away nothin gonna take that road outta my heart highway i' m doin fine you help me draw the line no use in bein alive if i' m just rentin i undersand the circus well i' ve played the clown when down he fell but bein' down ain' t bein' loser so just look out here comes a bruiser and there ain 't nothin gonna take my road away nothin' gonna take my road away nothin' gonna take my road outta my heart |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
I been hungry way down in my heart waiting for a reason i been hungry like a lot of guys i want to be beside you lonely people pass me in the street waiting for a reason beslde you grey is turning to blue you wake up loye in me beslde you everything is new you wake up love in me i been hungry way down where it hurts waiting for a reason i been hungry like a lot of guys i wanna be beside you beslde you grey is turnin to blue you wake up love in me beside you everything is new you wake up love in me what a world i really need you girl you wake up love in me beside you grey is turning to blue you wake up loye in me beside you beside you i want to be beside you |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
hey little girl you' re black and blue hey little girl you 're six foot two i know a man who loved too hard he lost his mind it wasn' t hard over this slckness over this slckness over this slckness this slckness of love cute little knees that you got out in the dark parking lot cute little voice whispering i know a man lost everything over this sickness over this sickness over this sickness this sickness of love hey little girl i' m almost through hey little girl i' m almost you hey little girl the river runs hey little girl the rising sun over this sickness this slckness of love |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
i'm a boogie boogie boogie boogie boy i like to play around with boogie toys i need a boogie girl to boogie too i need a doogie god my shoe to chew i like to make a dumb ass noise because i 'm a boogie boogie boy now every mornin i wake up at nine i'm eating cheerios with red wine i'm reading that book but it's not too good cuz my boogie head is made outta wood it' s a fact i get s0 much joy when i can go out and be a boggie boy like to eat spaghetti with tomato sauce i like to eat clams with spanish moss i like to go down to mash potato town cuz that's where a boogie boy can get thats what i do like to make noise like to go out and be a boogie boy |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
I got a secret you can live and learn i got a secret you can live and learn you don 't know me but i burn you don 't know me but i burn deep in your gut you know the right way out deep in your gut you know not like those guys who mess around not like thove guys who fake it, now perforation problems not all right hangin on a needle out of spite perforation problems no one home stumblin like a dirty slave in anger i got a worm down in my troubled soul i got a worm down in my troubled soul now i 'm all right but there's still holes now i 'm all right but there's still holes everytime i think it was my last everytime i hoped it was my last i watched my future become my past i watched my future become my past perforation problems not all right hangin on a needle outta fright perforation problems no one home stumblin like a dirty slave in anger i still get angry when i look back i still get angry when i look back when i look ahead my bags are packed perforation problems not all right hangin on a needle out of fright perforation problems no one home stumblin like a dirty slave perforation problems not all right perforation problems every night perforation problems no one home stumblin like a dirty slave perforation problems fright |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
Nervous you need a drink
tired you need a lift you feel on the brink maybe you need new tits vulnerable as a ship but you re not on the sea can you talk to anyone here? no, not really and the crowd stays on your back and the girls are all s0 stacked and the stress it lines your face and you realy need a place its just that social life its got you on the run that goddamn social life it's torture dressed as fun it's just that social life they got you seein things that goddamn social life and now you re chasin strings that goddamn social life - 간 주 중 - god-awful art and clothes plenty of money, though you guess it must be worth somethin what that would be you don' t know in your imagination there's a face of love someone who will come along instead of comin on anp the forces ebb and flow and the money goes and goes and something makes you want to throw a brick through the window it's iust that social life it's got you on the run that goddamn social life it's torture dressed as fun it's iust that social life they got you chasin strings that goddamn social life and you are seeing things that goddamn social life |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
and now...the news:
louie louie oh baby i gotta go louie louie oh baby i gotta go the communist world is fallin apart the capitalists are just breakin hearts money is the reason to be it makes me just wanna sing louie louie louie louie oh baby i gotta go louie louie oh baby i gotta go a fine little girl is waitin for me but i 'm as bent as dostoevsky i think about the meaning of my life again and i have to sing louie louie again louie louie oh baby i gotta go louie louie oh baby i gotta go let's give it to' em right now oh man, i dunno like...health insurance the homeless |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
people of america i bring you a great army to preserve peace in our empire throw them to the lions darling, let us go to the banouet hall... there will be a great feast tonight! who are these christians? what is this strange religion? i' ve heard it said they turn the other cheek ha ha ha ha throw them to the lions throw them to the lions throw them to the lions thumbs down 10 pieces of gold for every man hail caesar hail caesar grapes from sicily silks from asia minor all the tea in china throw them to the lions throw them to the lions throw them to the lions who are these christians? turn the other cheek... ha ha ha ha ha two thumbs down the christians are restless why not let them worship their god? no one believes in the old gods how tiresome...attending the rituals paying lip service to the portents burning incense at their shrine no one believes in the old gods throw them to the lions throw them to the lions throw them to the lions hahahahahaha the roman empire the glory of rome hail all hail caesar...caesar...beware beware the ides of march who is this man? caesar...he is but a soothsayer...he is old and his brain is addled... pay him no mind! throw him to the lions! ha ha ha ha ha ha hail caesar! emperor of rome hail caesar! caesar...caesar...beware the ides of march eh?! who is this man? caesar...he is but an old soothsayer...addled in his brain pay him no mind throw him to the lions! ha ha ha ha throw him to the lions! no one believes in the old gods... the empire is tired...caesar will rest now. we depart for my chambers come darling "yes caesar" caesar will rest now-aca |
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from Iggy Pop - American Caesar (1993)
There are People there
Trying so hard to find a face There's a little store on 9th street That does a complete transvestite makeover There's people who sew There's people who blow There's Jewish Poets And some who don't know it There's Blacks with an axe There's Pretty girls with an ex The streets are alive With a rushing river that never dies The Boys and Girls Come in So Clean Reaching Out their little hands Towards that Dream People from Everywhere Jamaicans, puerto ricans, englishmen, spaniards, Japanese, portuguese, argentines, Norwegians and Swedes and forget me, from detroit city. Yeah Walking down the Street Like she knows where she's going, those old clothes And that new body With just a little hint of dirt in her eye Cracks start to show through the make-up But the girl's got character, the girl's got soul That's the kind of girl i wanna know That Jacket, all worn out And those Jeans, all bagged out Combat Boots, Trouble! Sexy, ye-yeah. |
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from Trainspotting (트레인스포팅) [ost] (1996)
Here comes Johnny Yen again
With the liquor and drugs And the flesh machine He's gonna do another strip tease. Hey man, where'd ya get that lotion? I've been hurting since I've bought the gimmick About something called love Yeah, something called love. Well, that's like hypnotizing chickens. Well, I'm just a modern guy Of course, I've had it in the ear before. I have a lust for life 'Cause of a lust for life. I'm worth a million in prizes With my torture film Drive a GTO Wear a uniform All on a government loan. I'm worth a million in prizes Yeah, I'm through with sleeping on the sidewalk No more beating my brains No more beating my brains With liquor and drugs With liquor and drugs. Well, I'm just a modern guy Of course, I've had it in my ear before Well, I've a lust for life (lust for life) 'Cause of a lust for life (lust for life, oooo) I got a lust for life (oooo) Got a lust for life (oooo) Oh, a lust for life (oooo) Oh, a lust for life (oooo) A lust for life (oooo) I got a lust for life (oooo) Got a lust for life. Well, I'm just a modern guy Of course, I've had it in my ear before Well, I've a lust for life 'Cause I've a lust for life. Here comes Johnny Yen again With the liquor and drugs And the flesh machine He's gonna do another strip tease. Hey man, where'd ya get that lotion? Your skin starts itching once you buy the gimmick About something called love Love, love, love Well, that's like hypnotizing chickens. Well, I'm just a modern guy Of course, I've had it in the ear before And I've a lust for life (lust for life) 'Cause I've a lust for life (lust for life) Got a lust for life Yeah, a lust for life I got a lust for life A lust for life Got a lust for life Yeah a lust for life I got a lust for life Lust for life Lust for life Lust for life Lust for life Lust for life |
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from Trainspotting (트레인스포팅) [ost] (1996) | |||||
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from Trainspotting #2 (트레인스포팅 #2) [ost] (1997)
I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride I ride through the city's backside I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight I am the passenger I stay under glass I look through my window so bright I see the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the city's a rip in the sky And everything looks good tonight Singin' la la la la la-la-la la La la la la la-la-la la La la la la la-la-la la la-la Get into the car We'll be the passenger We'll ride through the city tonight See the city's ripped insides We'll see the bright and hollow sky We'll see the stars that shine so bright The sky was made for us tonight Oh the passenger How how he rides Oh the passenger He rides and he rides He looks through his window What does he see? He sees the bright and hollow sky He see the stars come out tonight He sees the city's ripped backsides He sees the winding ocean drive And everything was made for you and me All of it was made for you and me 'cause it just belongs to you and me So let's take a ride and see what's mine Singing... Oh, the passenger He rides and he rides He sees things from under glass He looks through his window's eye He sees the things he knows are his He sees the bright and hollow sky He sees the city asleep at night He sees the stars are out tonight And all of it is yours and mine And all of it is yours and mine Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride... Singing... |
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from Trainspotting #2 (트레인스포팅 #2) [ost] (1997)
Nightclubbing we're nightclubbing
We're what's happening Nightclubbing we're nightclubbing We're an ice machine We see people brand new people They're something to see When we're nightclubbing Bright-white clubbing Oh isn't it wild? Nightclubbing we're nightclubbing We're walking through town Nightclubbing we're nightclubbing We walk like a ghost We learn dances brand new dances Like the nuclear bomb When we're nightclubbing Bright white clubbing Oh isn't it wild... |
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from 위대한 유산 (Great Expectations) [ost] (1998)
Success
Here comes success, here comes success Over my hill, over my hill Here comes success, here comes success Here comes my car, here comes my car Here comes my Chinese rug, here comes my Chinese rug Here comes success, here comes success In the last ditch, in the last ditch I'll think of you, I'll think of you In the last ditch, in the last ditch I will be true, I will be true Sweetheart I'm telling you, sweetheart I'm telling you Here comes the zoo, here comes the zoo Here comes success, here comes success Oh, hooray success, hooray success Here comes success, hooray success Oh oh success, oh oh success I can't help myself, I can't help myself I just got to got to got to, I just got to got to got to... I can't stand it, got to got to got to Here comes my face, here comes my face It's plain bizarre, it's plain bizarre Here comes my face, here comes my face Out of the crowd, out of the crowd Sweetheart I'm telling you, sweetheart I'm telling you Here comes the zoo, here comes the zoo In the last ditch, in the last ditch Here comes success, here comes success Here comes success, here comes success I'm gonna do the twist, I'm gonna do the twist I'm moved, man, I'm wiggged, oh I'm moved and I'm wigged I'm crazy, I'm gonna, I'm gonna go crazy. And if you, maybe you'd like.. Let's blast off! Alright! Baby, let's blast off, oh, baby let's blast off Blast off on success, blast off on success Oh you slay me, oh you slay me, baby, ooooh, you slay me, baby I'm gonna do the twist, I'm gonna do the twist I'm gonna hop like a frog, I'm gonna hop like a frog I'm gonna go out on the street and do anything I want I'm gonna go out on the street and do anything Oh, shit! Oh, shit! |
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from Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels (록 스탁 앤 투 스모킹 배럴즈) by David A. Hughes [ost] (1998)
So messed up
I want you here In my room I want you here Now we're gonna be Face to face And I'll lay right down In my favorite place And now I wanna Be your dog Now I wanna Be your dog Now I wanna Be your dog Well c'mon Now I'm ready To close my eyes And now I'm ready To close my mind And now I'm ready To feel your hand And lose my heart On the burning sands And now I wanna Be your dog Now I wanna Be your dog Now I wanna Be your dog Well c'mon . |
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from Shaken And Stirred by David Arnold [ost] (1997)
We have all, the time in the world Time ENOUGH for life To UNFOLD All the prescious things Love has in store We have all the love in the world If that's all we have You will find We need nothing more Every step of the way Will find us With the cares of the world Far behind us We have all the time in the world Just for love Nothing more Nothing less Only love Every step of the way Will find us With the cares of the world Far behind us Yes We have all the time in the world Just for love Nothing more Nothing less Only love |
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from House Of Wax (하우스 오브 왁스) by John Ottman [ost] (2005)
ooh -- i been dirt, and i don't care. ooh -- i been dirt, and i don't care. 'cause i'm burnin' inside. 'cause i'm burnin' inside. like a fire light. yeah, all right. ooh -- i been hurt, and i don't care. ooh -- i been hurt, and i don't care. 'cause i'm burnin' inside. 'cause i'm burnin' inside. and do ya feel it. said do ya feel it when ya touch me. said do ya feel it when ya touch me. there's a fire, there's a fire. yeah, all right
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from Lords Of Dogtown (독타운의 제왕들) by Mark Mothersbaugh [ost] (2005)
Success
Here comes success, here comes success Over my hill, over my hill Here comes success, here comes success Here comes my car, here comes my car Here comes my Chinese rug, here comes my Chinese rug Here comes success, here comes success In the last ditch, in the last ditch I'll think of you, I'll think of you In the last ditch, in the last ditch I will be true, I will be true Sweetheart I'm telling you, sweetheart I'm telling you Here comes the zoo, here comes the zoo Here comes success, here comes success Oh, hooray success, hooray success Here comes success, hooray success Oh oh success, oh oh success I can't help myself, I can't help myself I just got to got to got to, I just got to got to got to... I can't stand it, got to got to got to Here comes my face, here comes my face It's plain bizarre, it's plain bizarre Here comes my face, here comes my face Out of the crowd, out of the crowd Sweetheart I'm telling you, sweetheart I'm telling you Here comes the zoo, here comes the zoo In the last ditch, in the last ditch Here comes success, here comes success Here comes success, here comes success I'm gonna do the twist, I'm gonna do the twist I'm moved, man, I'm wiggged, oh I'm moved and I'm wigged I'm crazy, I'm gonna, I'm gonna go crazy. And if you, maybe you'd like.. Let's blast off! Alright! Baby, let's blast off, oh, baby let's blast off Blast off on success, blast off on success Oh you slay me, oh you slay me, baby, ooooh, you slay me, baby I'm gonna do the twist, I'm gonna do the twist I'm gonna hop like a frog, I'm gonna hop like a frog I'm gonna go out on the street and do anything I want I'm gonna go out on the street and do anything Oh, shit! Oh, shit! |
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from Smokin' Aces (스모킹 에이스) by Clint Mansell [ost] (2007)
Huh!
Down on the street Where the faces shine. Floatin' around I'm A real low mind. See a pretty thing - ain't no wall. See a pretty thing - ain't no wall. No wall, No wall, No wall. Uuh! Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love. Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love. A thousand lights Look at you. A thousand lights Look at you. I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost - yeah. Huh Faces shine - real low mind. Real low mind. I'm a real low mind. Real low mind |
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from Black Rain (블랙 레인) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (1989)
You went off the river
Smoke stacks fade to blind This town's my own, ridin'free and alone And I'm looking back Maybe I know some people Maybe I break some rules But this is the street, I've got to compete Baby, I ain't no fool *So I take a little bad with the good It ain't just black and white (It still ain't black and white) You've got to deal with the real Woo, living on the edge of the night Every wild desire Beckons from the dark I've made my bed but I can't risk my head While I still swim with sharks Everyone needs something Sometimes they don't know why But so much good's been misunderstood In the blink of the eye (Repeat *) You say that you don't like it Or maybe it's just my life So you live yours and I'll keep mine Rolling like a wheel through the city Living on the edge of the night And when the black rain's down In this cold gray town I'll be waiting Waiting at the edge of the night Woo, living on the edge of the night Woo, living on the edge of the night |
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from Iggy Pop - Avenue B (Explicit) (1999)
It was in the winter of my fiftieth year
When it hit me I was really alone And there wasn’t a hell a lot of time left Every laugh and touch that I could get Became more important Strangely, I became more bookish And my home and study meant more to me As I considered the circumstances of my death I wanted to find a balance between joy and dignity On my way out Above all, I didn’t want to take any more s#*t Not from anybody |
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from Iggy Pop - Avenue B (Explicit) (1999)
I want to fuck her on the floor
Among my books of ancient lore So I will make a full report I got a Nazi Girlfriend It’s not the four-inch heels she wears It’s not her baby-fine blond hair It’s more the desert in her stare I’ve got a Nazi Girlfriend She’s not the colt That she once was She’s elegant But youth is lost Still she has ways to make me talk I love you Nazi Girl Her French is perfect So’s her butt She wears two crosses Tangled up She’s independent She’s not dumb Tough little Nazi Girl So now I’ve fucked her on the floor Among my books of ancient lore And I have made a full report About a Nazi Girl |
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from Iggy Pop - Avenue B (Explicit) (1999)
Rapper standing on the corner
Wrappers flying in the wind Waitress up from Alabama Can’t believe the cold she’s in And me, I’m sitting in my castle On the verge of a divorce And if I haven’t got a hassle I’ll create my own, of course Still I gotta live with my feelings But I know about science too And fame and death and money And what they do to you And I am gonna need a miracle I am gonna need a miracle I am gonna need a miracle Tonight on Avenue B I bought about a hundred candles I’m burnin’ em both night and day I’m sleepin’ when I should be eatin’ Cryin’ when I should be gay My girlfriend’s warm and loves me She’s knockin’ but she can’t get in I’m a product of the paranoia Of the age I’m in And I am gonna need a miracle I’m really gonna need a miracle I’m really gonna need a miracle Tonight on Avenue B I see the students out my window They’re walking in their student clothes Eatin’ books and information To make their understanding grow But this much I understand It’s hard to be an empty man But since I gave `em every part of me I ain’t free And I am gonna need a miracle I am gonna need a miracle I am gonna need a miracle Tonight on Avenue B . |
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from Iggy Pop - Avenue B (Explicit) (1999)
Her skin is copper and her voice is Spanish red
Her vibe is golden ‘till her anger kills it dead She wants the world to see A body rich in harmony A mouth cruel as death She rides a fantasy she hasn’t tested yet She looks in every mirror to check her silhouette The turning heads The honking horns Gave proof to her Since she was born That love is her game She loves me, Miss Argentina Though she hides behind her smile She runs free, Miss Argentina Dripping blood With lots of style She loves to stay in bed and watch the movies play She wants a husband who will worship and obey The moods that she enjoys like children’s’ games and football toys She laughs without shame She likes the military and the Rolling Stones Her little brother has a T-shirt from Ramones She’s shy and sensitive and doesn’t know the tougher games But boy can she love She’s easy, Miss Argentina A masterpiece without a frame She runs free, Miss Argentina But Venus is a dangerous game She saves my spirit with a humanistic light She’s greedy, lazy and impossible to like She dresses sexually And she’s afraid of many things Like being alone She’s back with mother now She’s over twenty-five I tried to keep her, but she buried me alive In love and birth and jealousy And every emotion totally freed Screaming at once But she loves me, Miss Argentina While she hides behind her smile She runs free, Miss Argentina Dripping blood with lots of style She’s lovely, Miss Argentina A masterpiece without a frame She’s easy, Miss Argentina But Venus is a dangerous game . |
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from Iggy Pop - Avenue B (Explicit) (1999)
Watching the cat sleep on my pillows
Afraid to get close to anyone and afraid not to The need of all creatures to be warmed and touched The girls who want dads I think the writing is eating up myself Preventing any togetherness with anyone Hurting and recycling people over and over again How much longer? How many more? I held her in my arms and I didn't want to realize She was putting her life in my hands |
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from Iggy Pop - Avenue B (Explicit) (1999)
When you move in right up close to me
That's when I get the shivers all over me Shivers down my backbone I get the shakes in the thighbone Shivers in my knee bone Shakin' all over Just the way you say goodnight to me There's a feeling on the side of me Shivers down my backbone I got the shakes in my thighbone Shivers in my kneebone Shakin' all over Just the way you say goodnight to me Brings a feeling I'm inside of me Shivers down my backbone I've got the shakes in my thighbone Oh shivers in my knee bone I'm shakin' all over I'm shakin' all over I'm shakin' all over When you're moving right up close to me That's when I get the shivers all over me Just the way you say goodnight to me Brings a feeling outside of me I'm shakin' all over I'm shakin' all over I'm shakin' all over |
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from Iggy Pop - Avenue B (Explicit) (1999)
Alone with the phone again
The deepening light seeps in my mind I'm desperate to hear a voice Can this really be my choice? I'm fifty and I'm tricky And I'm sick of being alone You're twenty-five and pretty But you're old enough to know That actions form a pattern And the heart's the last to know And I'm waitin' for another friend Callin' long distance again My mind is an antique room There's overstuffed chairs and carpets too Where nobody ever comes It's a good place to run away from And I'm runnin' from a love With every step I take And if I can fall for you then From the last one I am saved And it's a cold grey wet December Shity shity day And I'm waitin' for another friend Calling long distance again You're dark and your French voice is lovely And you're bright eyes light the receiver across the miles I'm listening close and I'm hoping To learn love, but I don't know how Calling long distance again Calling long distance again I'm calling long distance again Calling long distance again |
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from Iggy Pop - Avenue B (Explicit) (1999)
From the drip drip drip of the teardrops
To the chink chink chink of the cash To the end end end of the friendships To the wack wack wack of the bash Corruption corruption corruption Rules my soul Corruption corruption corruption Rules my soul From the tick tick tick of your time’s up To the yes yes yes of ‘I’ll sell’ From the fact fact fact of the souless To the pact pact pact with hel l Corruption corruption corruption Rules my soul Corruption corruption corruption Chills my bones Corruption corruption corruption Rules my soul Corruption corruption corruption Chills my bones From the scream scream scream of the babies To the retch retch retch of the youth From the lie lie lie of the righteous To the lost lost lost way I feel Corruption corruption corruption Rules my bones Corruption corruption corruption Chills my bones Corruption corruption corruption Rules my soul Corruption corruption corruption Rules my soul Corruption Corruption Order in the court Decision to abort The monkey wants to speak So speak, monkey speak Speak monkey, speak Speak monkey, speak Speak monkey, speak Everything leads to corruption Everything leads to corruption Corruption |
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from Iggy Pop - Avenue B (Explicit) (1999)
She's gone
I froze her out Move by move First I didn't hold her hand Then I didn't touch her in bed Then I wasn't tender with her upsets Then I just told her to go And still, she didn't go I had to push. Now this place is peaceful as a grave It's dead quiet without her And her stupid t.v. shows And young girl laughing I was always ashamed she read Cosmopolitan I should have been proud of her What did she want that was so bad? She just wanted to believe that someone would Love her and look after her always She called me Daddy She called me Daddy |
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from Iggy Pop - Avenue B (Explicit) (1999)
I saw her in a dream but it wasn't true
Through the smoke and fire Of the exhaust fumes She just laughed and loved me 'till I was no use And I'll never fall in love again She's a motorcycle that I can't ride She's a precious jewel that I can't buy She's a scene I'm playin' in which I die And I'll never fall in love again "I never play to win" Is what she said And poured a little cocaine in my head She's a fuckin' Picasso in bed And I'll never fall in love again Now your voice So Spanish and clear Rings like a church bell in my ear But I don't believe in a word I hear And I'll never fall in love again My mind calls you in the night My mind calls you and I want to take flight To some other garden of sweet delight And I'll never fall in love again |
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from Iggy Pop - Avenue B (Explicit) (1999)
A little girl trapped in her knowledge and craft
Came tripping to my room last night I cooked her a steak and I tried not to fake And still make everything allright She had dreads in her hair and problems and cares She tried hard not to let ‘em show She was decent and sweet and I was sizin’ up the meat But doubts fell in my mind like snow And when the shove comes down to love The facade falls down And when the bricks fall from the tricks The facade falls down It’s a sunny afternoon and I’m sitting in my robe I’m dirty and I’m here alone There’s a story on my table that talks about me And I want to stuff it down the author’s throat And I’m sleeping with someone new every night And in the morning politely saying "bye" And I’m nowhere and no one And I only wanna run And I feel like a hamburger bun And when you must Believe or bust The facade falls down When you’re scared of a brand new care The facade falls down I got no reason to believe I got no reason but I’m New York Scumbag Tough And I’ll keep on truckin’ So night is falling And I’m getting’ tired And it’s time to get my slippers and books Got a sweater and glasses And something that passes For a way to get by in this world And I’m getting’ tired Of so many different things I guess I’m just plain tired Or maybe too intelligent to believe In the obvious side of things And when voice says make a choice The facade falls down When your knees start to concede The facade falls down When the shove comes down to love The facade falls down And when the bricks fall from the tricks The facade falls down (repeat) |
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from Iggy Pop - The Idiot (2003)
Calling Sister Midnight
You've got me reaching for the moon Calling Sister Midnight You've got me playing the fool Calling Sister Midnight Calling Sister Midnight Can you hear me call? Can you hear me well? Can you hear me at all? Calling Sister Midnight I'm an idiot for you Calling Sister Midnight I'm a breakage inside Calling Sister Midnight Calling Sister Midnight You know I had a dream last night Mother was in my bed And I made love to her Father, he gunned for me Hunted me with his six gun Calling Sister Midnight What can I do about my dreams? Calling Sister Midnight You've got me walking in rags Listen to me Sister Midnight You put a beggar in my heart Hey where are you Sister Midnight Can you hear me call? Can you hear me well? Can you hear me at all? |
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from Iggy Pop - The Idiot (2003)
Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing
We're what's happening Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing We're an ice machine We see people, brand new people They're something to see Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing Oh isn't it wild? Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing We're walking through town Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing We walk like a ghost We learn dances, brand new dances Like the nuclear bomb When we're nightclubbing, bright-white clubbing Oh isn't it wild |
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2:54 | ||||
from Iggy Pop - The Idiot (2003)
(Fun) Hey baby we like your lips
(Fun) Hey baby we like your pants All aboard for funtime (Fun) Hey, I feel lucky tonight (Fun) I'm gonna get stoned and run around All aboard for funtime (Fun) Last night I was down in the lab (Fun) Talkin' to Dracula and his crew All aboard for funtime (Fun) I don't need no heavy trips (Fun) I just do what I want to do All aboard for funtime We're never fun We're never fun We're never fun (Fun) Baby baby we like your lips (Fun) Baby baby we like your pants All aboard for funtime (Fun) Everybody we want in (Fun) We want some, we want some All aboard for funtime (Fun) Baby baby we like your lips (Fun) Baby baby we like your pants All aboard for funtime |
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3:24 | ||||
from Iggy Pop - The Idiot (2003)
Baby, don't you cry
Baby, I'll sing you a lullabye We're walking down the Street of chance Where the chance is always Slim or none And the intentions unjust Baby, there's nothing to see I've already been Down the street of chance Baby, you're so clean Baby, please stay clean We're walking down the Street of chance Where the chance is always Next to none And the intentions unjust Baby, there's nothing to see I've already been Down the street of chance Baby, you're so young Baby, please stay young We're walking down the Street of chance Where the chance is always Slim or none And the intentions unjust Baby, there's nothing to see I've already been Down the street of chance Baby, don't you cry Baby, we've already cried We're walking down the Street of chance Where the chance is always Slim or none And the intention unjust And the intention unjust And the intention unjust |
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5:08 | ||||
from Iggy Pop - The Idiot (2003)
China Girl
I couldn't escape this feeling With my China Girl I'm just a wreck without My little China Girl I'd hear hearts beating Loud as thunder See the stars crashing I'm a mess without My China Girl Wake up mornings, there's No China Girl I'd hear hearts beating Loud as thunder I'd see stars crashing down I'd feel tragic Like I was Marlon Brando When I'd look at my China Girl I could pretend that nothing Really meant too much When I'd look at my China Girl I'd stumble into town Just like a sacred cow Visions of swastikas in my head And plans for everyone It's in the white of my eyes My little China Girl You shouldn't mess with me I'll ruin everything you are I'll give you television I'll give you eyes of blue I'll give you men who want to rule the world And when I get excited My little China Girl says, "Oh Jimmy, just shut your mouth." She says, "Shhhh..." |
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from Iggy Pop - The Idiot (2003)
Things have been tough without the Dum Dum Boys
I can't seem to speak the language I remember how they used to stare at the ground They looked as if they put the whole world Looked as if they put the whole world down The first time I met the Dum Dum Boys I was fascinated They just stood in front of the old drug store I was most impressed No one else was impressed, not at all And we'd sing Da-da-da-da-da-da-dum dum day Well, where are you now my Dum Dum Boys Hey, are you alive or dead? Have you left me the last of the dum dum days And then the sun goes down And then the boys broke down People said we were negative They said we'd take but we would never give But we'd sing da-da-da-da-da-da dum dum day We'd sing da-da-da-da-da-da dum dum day We'd sing da-da-da-da-da-da dum dum day Dum dum day Well, now I'm looking for the Dum Dum Boys Well, where are you now we need your noise Now I'm looking for the Dum Dum Boys The walls close in and I need some noise |
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2:59 | ||||
from Iggy Pop - The Idiot (2003)
Well the day begins
You don't want to live 'Cause you can't believe In the one you're with 'Cause you know her tricks And you know her past When she makes a face You just have to laugh And you feel like such a know-it-all When you only want just a tiny girl And you hope she'll sing So you turn around Toward the tiny girls Who have got no tricks Who have got no past Yeah, that's what you think And you hope she'll sing But she sings of greed Like a young banshee And she wants for this And she wants for that What did you think? |
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8:24 | ||||
from Iggy Pop - The Idiot (2003)
Before you go
Do me a favour Give me a number Of a girl almost like you With legs almost like you I'm buried deep in mass production You're not nothing new I like to drive along the freeways See the smokestacks belching Breasts turn brown So warm and so brown Though I try to die You put me back on the line Oh damn it to hell Back on the line Hell, back on the line Again and again I'm back on the line Again and again And I see my face here And it's there in the mirror And it's up in the air And I'm down on the ground By the way I'm going for cigarettes And since you've gotta go Won't you do me that favour Won't you give me that number Won't you get me that girl Yeah, she's almost like you Yes, she's almost like you And I'm almost like him Yes, I'm almost like him Yes, I'm almost like him Yeah, I'm almost like him |
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from Iggy Pop - Lust For Life (1977)
Here comes johnny yen again
With the liquor and drugs And the flesh machine He`s gonna do another strip tease. Hey man, where`d ya get that lotion? I`ve been hurting since i`ve bought the gimmick About something called love Yeah, something called love. Well, that`s like hypnotizing chickens. Well, i`m just a modern guy Of course, i`ve had it in the ear before. I have a lust for life `cause of a lust for life. I`m worth a million in prizes With my torture film Drive a gto Wear a uniform All on a government loan. I`m worth a million in prizes Yeah, i`m through with sleeping on the sidewalk No more beating my brains No more beating my brains With liquor and drugs With liquor and drugs. Well, i`m just a modern guy Of course, i`ve had it in my ear before Well, i`ve a lust for life (lust for life) `cause of a lust for life (lust for life, oooo) I got a lust for life (oooo) Got a lust for life (oooo) Oh, a lust for life (oooo) Oh, a lust for life (oooo) A lust for life (oooo) I got a lust for life (oooo) Got a lust for life. Well, i`m just a modern guy Of course, i`ve had it in my ear before Well, i`ve a lust for life `cause i`ve a lust for life. Here comes johnny yen again With the liquor and drugs And the flesh machine He`s gonna do another strip tease. Hey man, where`d ya get that lotion? Your skin starts itching once you buy the gimmick About something called love Love, love, love Well, that`s like hypnotizing chickens. Well, i`m just a modern guy Of course, i`ve had it in the ear before And i`ve a lust for life (lust for life) `cause i`ve a lust for life (lust for life) Got a lust for life Yeah, a lust for life I got a lust for life A lust for life Got a lust for life Yeah a lust for life I got a lust for life Lust for life Lust for life Lust for life Lust for life Lust for life |
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2:26 | ||||
from Iggy Pop - Lust For Life (1977)
Sweet sixteen in leather boots
Body and soul I go crazy Baby baby I'm hungry Sweet sixteen Funky bar all full of faces Pretty faces beautiful faces Body and soul Body and soul I give to you I'm an easy mark With my broken heart Sweet sixteen Show you my explosion Sweet sixteen Go out to the funky bar I get hurt, crying inside 'Cause everybody's so fine and And they don't need me Tell me what can I do Sweet sixteen I give you my body and soul Sweet sixteen I must be hungry 'Cause I go crazy Over your leather boots Now baby, I know That's not normal But I love you I love you I love you Sweet sixteen |
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from Iggy Pop - Lust For Life (1977)
I never got my license to live
They won't give it up So I stand at the world's edge I'm trying to break in Oh, I know it's not for me And the sight of it all Makes me sad and ill That's when I want Some weird sin Things get too straight I can't bear it I feel stuck Stuck on a pin I'm trying to break in Oh I know it's not for me And the sight of it all Makes me sad and ill That's when I want Some weird sin That's when I want Some weird sin Just to relax with Yeah, some dumb weird sin For a while anyway With my head on the ledge That's what you get Out on the edge Some weird sin Things get too straight I can't bear it I feel stuck Stuck on a pin I'm trying to break in Oh, I know it's not for me And the sight of it all Makes me sad and ill That's when I want Some weird sin That's when I want Some weird sin Just to relax with Yeah, some dumb weird sin For a while anyway With my head on the ledge That's what you get Out on the edge Some weird sin Some weird sin Some weird sin |
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from Iggy Pop - Lust For Life (1977)
The Passenger
I am the passenger And I ride and I ride I ride through the city's backsides I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight I am the passenger I stay under glass I look through my window so bright I see the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the city's a rip in the sky And everything looks good tonight Singin' la la la la lalalala... Get into the car We'll be the passenger We'll ride through the city tonight We'll See the city's ripped backsides We'll see the bright and hollow sky We'll see the stars that shine so bright The sky was made for us tonight Oh the passenger How how he rides Oh the passenger He rides and he rides He looks through his window What does he see? He sees the stars and hollow sky He see the stars come out tonight He sees the city's ripped backsides He sees the winding ocean drive And everything was made for you and me All of it was made for you and me 'cause it just belongs to you and me So let's take a ride and see what's mine Singing... la la la la lalalala... Oh, the passenger He rides and he rides He sees things from under glass He looks through his window's eye He sees the things he knows are his He sees the bright and hollow sky He sees the city asleep at night He sees the stars are out tonight And all of it is yours and mine And all of it is yours and mine So let's ride and ride and ride and ride... Singing... la la la la lalalala... |
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3:39 | ||||
from Iggy Pop - Lust For Life (1977)
I saw my baby
She was turning blue I knew that soon her Young life was through And so I got down on my knees Down by her bed And these are the words To her I said Everything will be alright tonight Everything will be alright tonight No one moves No one talks No one thinks No one walks Tonight Everyone will be alright tonight Everyone will be alright tonight No one moves No one talks No one thinks No one walks Tonight Tonight I am gonna love her to the end I am gonna love her to the end I will love her till I die I will see her in the sky Tonight Tonight Tonight Tonight Tonight |
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4:26 | ||||
from Iggy Pop - Lust For Life (1977)
Success
Here comes success, here comes success Over my hill, over my hill Here comes success, here comes success Here comes my car, here comes my car Here comes my Chinese rug, here comes my Chinese rug Here comes success, here comes success In the last ditch, in the last ditch I'll think of you, I'll think of you In the last ditch, in the last ditch I will be true, I will be true Sweetheart I'm telling you, sweetheart I'm telling you Here comes the zoo, here comes the zoo Here comes success, here comes success Oh, hooray success, hooray success Here comes success, hooray success Oh oh success, oh oh success I can't help myself, I can't help myself I just got to got to got to, I just got to got to got to... I can't stand it, got to got to got to Here comes my face, here comes my face It's plain bizarre, it's plain bizarre Here comes my face, here comes my face Out of the crowd, out of the crowd Sweetheart I'm telling you, sweetheart I'm telling you Here comes the zoo, here comes the zoo In the last ditch, in the last ditch Here comes success, here comes success Here comes success, here comes success I'm gonna do the twist, I'm gonna do the twist I'm moved, man, I'm wiggged, oh I'm moved and I'm wigged I'm crazy, I'm gonna, I'm gonna go crazy. And if you, maybe you'd like.. Let's blast off! Alright! Baby, let's blast off, oh, baby let's blast off Blast off on success, blast off on success Oh you slay me, oh you slay me, baby, ooooh, you slay me, baby I'm gonna do the twist, I'm gonna do the twist I'm gonna hop like a frog, I'm gonna hop like a frog I'm gonna go out on the street and do anything I want I'm gonna go out on the street and do anything Oh, shit! Oh, shit! |
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from Iggy Pop - Lust For Life (1977)
Turn Blue
See a black Eldorado Oh, rolling along down below my window That black girl in the back looks pretty good Christ! She's beautiful You know how soft she is Just what you feel like Oh, I'm so far away from her Jesus this is Iggy You, you might as well come with me, When you ride the ride There's talk and I don't wanna talk Oh mamma, I shot myself down [x4] They're stepping on our hearts Stepping on our hearts I don't know why they're stepping on our hearts Damn, I don't know why Stepping on our hearts [x5] Can't you see, oh no, Stepping on our hearts How come the blacks, how come they copy you so good? They get off on you, so ? If you wanna make it Young man you gotta make somebody come Come out of your black [x2] and strong Black! Strong! Black! Jesus it's cold in this room, it's really cold You know I never told you about this, but there's one guy Somebody I really love, he's never around Well he was taking things that could be alright, that could be nice And make him ugly, so damn ugly And we put out the lights on them Yeah, we'd make it dark, we put out the lights....on them It's idiots like you that screw me up I know there's nothing to you And I don't know why I treat you so kind Come down and dance with me, dance with me You got nobody left but me Oh accept me, don't reject me, don't forget me Mamma, what colour will the lights be? Will they turn blue on me? [x2] Mamma, I shot myself up, woh mamma, I shot myself up, up, up, mamma Up down, up down mamma Oh oh oh oh oh mamma I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't mean to, but I did it, I shot myself up Mamma I shot myself! |
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3:26 | ||||
from Iggy Pop - Lust For Life (1977)
Neighborhood Threat
Down where your paint is cracking Look down your backstairs buddy Somebodies living there and He don't really feel the weather And he don't share your pleasures No, he don't share your pleasures Did you see his eyes? Did you see his crazy eyes? And you're so surprised he doesn't run to catch your ash Everybody always wants to kiss your trash And you can't help him, no one can And now that he knows There's nothing to get Will you still place your bet Against the Neighbourhood Threat? Somewhere a baby's feeding Somewhere a mother's needing Outside her boy is trying But mostly he is crying Did you see his eyes? Did you see his crazy eyes? And you're so surprised he doesn't run to catch your ash Everybody always wants to kiss your trash But you can't help him, no one can And now that he knows There's nothing to get Not in this place Not in your face Will you still place your bet Against the Neighbourhood Threat? [Repeat] |
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from Iggy Pop - Lust For Life (1977)
Fall In Love With Me
You look so good to me Here in this old saloon Way back in West Berlin A bottle of white wine White wine and you A table made of wood And how I wish you would Fall in love with me You look so good to me Standing out in the street With your cheap fur on Or maybe your plastic raincoat And your plastic shoes They look good too Standing in the snow You're younger than you look Fall in love with me Fall in love with me How I wish you would A table made of wood And a, a bottle of white wine And you, and a bottle of white wine and you And when you're standing In the street and it's cold And it snows on you And you look younger than you really are I wish you would Fall in love with me I wish you would Fall in love with me I wish you would Fall in love with me I wish you would Fall in love with me yeah, yeah The way your eyes are black The way your hair is black The way your heart is young There's just a few like you Just the kind I need To fall in love with me Oh and you look so good Oh yes you look so good A bottle of white wine A cigarette and you Here in this saloon White wine and you I wish you'd fall in love with me I wish you'd fall in love with me 'Cause there's just a few like you So young and real There's just a few like you So young and real Fall in love with me [x4] I wish you would You look so good Oh when you're young at heart There's just a few like you You're young at heart Won't you Come to this old saloon Come to my waiting arms A table made of wood And I will look at you 'Cause you're so young and pure And you're young at heart You're young at heart A bottle of white wine And when you're tumbling down You just look better When you're tumbling down You just look finer. |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
You didn't mean to do it
but you did it again The night started out Fuckin around with your friends Somebody screamed and things went bad Now you're standing accused And the prosecutor says you should be dead And they're frying' up your hair In that little electric chair They'll be fryin' up your hair in that little electric chair Fryin' up your hair In that little electric chair Electric chair Electric chair Electric chair Easy street is nice in a lawless nation The police put some flyers in circulation Stuck one in my door with a scary mugshot They're looking for some bad boys Height, weight, age, race, tattoos too And they're fryin' up your hair in that little electric chair They'll be fryin' up your hair in that little electric chair fryin' up your hair in that little electric chair They'll be fryin' up your hair in the little electric chair Electric chair Electric chair Electric chair The people are quietly hustling for blood they wanna live in peace but they don't wanna budge from their lazy ways and lazy nations let em eat pigeon and live in prison And they'll be fryin' up your hair in that little electric chair they'll be fryin' up your hair in that little electric chair they'll be fryin' up your hair in that little electric chair they'll be fryin' up your hair in that little electric chair |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
Perverts In The Sun
The USA is movin' south Our power is mostly mouth Miami beach to Malibu Hot weather makes'em wanna screw Shemales, jumps bails Weird tales on the scales If it fails chip'n dale Hit the gym in animal skin Perverts in the sun Perving everyone Perverts in the sun Perving everyone Fruit punch Go to crunch Take a pill Lose your will Get a job, in street promotion Pushing handbills on the ocean Gang fights all night Garbages can's got a tan Rich men and hungry chicks Stick'em in the blender - hey big spender ! Perverts in the sun Perving everyone Perverts in the sun Perving everyone O.J, O.J, Jose Sammy too, got nothin' to do The realtor hit the floor He's disgusted Wants to get'em all busted Perverts in the sun Perving everyone Perverts in the sun Perving everyone You guys are perverts Perverts in the sun Perving everyone Perverts in the sun Perving everyone Perverts in the sun Perving everyone ... |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
Skull Ring
Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Money Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Fancy things The touch of a hand in the wasteland you're walking asleep and dreaming cheap A bird's wing don't beat for free You're freezing cold and your family Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Money Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Fancy things Fingers on fire to do what's bad Ring on the finger is a skull man Strong as a bar of steel Weakness is that you can't feel Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Money Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Fancy things My life is dirtied, my mind is loaded I'm feeling and breathing and fighting To see People get ready now Baby come on give your heart to me Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Money Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Fancy things |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
Superbabe
I made love to a superbabe I kinda wondered how I did It may be pointless to describe her But she has the power of gravity She used a voodoo force on me Big tits high ass Long legs flat stomach Helped her cover all my dreams with sleep She's using mojo energy Snake hips full lips Strong things green eyes Superbabe White teeth fresh meat Just like the TV Superbabe She's got the wild stuff Makes love for good luck Superbabe Dont miss with her kiss Won't duck from a woaaaw Superbabe Superbabe I made love to a superbabe So tell me what else could I do Untill I couldn't do no more Or even know what for Forever and a day I'm gonna jump on superbabe Fame, drugs and money cannot save me And evils everywhere But here comes superbabe She's USA prime all the way One two three four Who the fuck are we for Superbabe Five six seven eight I can relate superbabe Don't miss with her kiss Won't duck from a woaaaw Superbabe She's got the wild stuff Makes love for good luck Superbabe Superbabe Superbabe Fame, drugs and money cannot save me Superbabe Superbabe It may be pointless to describe her Superbabe Superbabe ... |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
Loser
Allright The feet in my boots Are shaking their roots For a reason I'm looking at you And you're too much to chew For a reason And the problems you got Are the problems you got For a reason And what you are not Is what you are not For a reason There's a decadent home Where there should be control I can't live anymore There's a festering truth Where there should be the truh I can't live anymore You wanna blame me But you got misery For a reason And the way that you lose Is the way that you chose For a reason And if this is a slam I don't give a damn For a reason Cuz the point of this song Is I'm moving along For a reason There's a bottomless pit And you've got me in it I can't live anymore You're a tower of a cruel And I feel a fool I can't take it anymore You're a loser You're a loser You're a loser You're a loser You're a loser For a reason You're a loser The feet in my boots Are shaking their roots For a reason For a reason For a reason For a reason |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
I have a private hell
of excellent quality i've dwelt there for years playing with my tears it's tasteful, luxurious and full of sexuality And though there are tears I control them with my gears All in all, I must tell You - well I must tell You - i'm so proud of my private hell Anger and greed brew and then they stampede Til i can transmute them into more loot It's tasteful, luxurious and full of sexuality and though there are tears I control them with my gears All in all I must tell you Well I must tell you I'm so proud of my private hell |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
I'm the kid that no one knows
I live a life I never chose With these thoughts in my mind On my own, my own I'm face to face with the unknown My Scary Movie will be shown I got one evil mind Of my own, of my own We take from one another And never stop to wonder How it feels from the other side When nothing lasts forever When stupid turns to clever Why are you surprised? Little know it all (little know it all) Ten bucks in my hand Little know it all (little know it all) Don't cry, I understand So! I'm a target of the smart They got ambition, I got heart I'm analyzed and tagged Before I start So tell me, who can I respect? I feel the leash around my neck As I find out there's shame In the game (in the game) We take from one another And never stop to wonder How it feels from the other side When nothing lasts forever When stupid turns to clever Why are you surprised? And I feel like.. I'm caught outside the box And I feel like.. I'm sleeping when I'm not [Guitarsolo] Look it's for a real thing, it's for a real thing We take from one another And never stop to wonder How it feels from the other side When nothing lasts forever When stupid turns to clever Why are you surprised? Little know it all (little know it all) Ten bucks in my hand Little know it all (little know it all) Don't cry, I understand You little know it all (little know it all) Ten bucks in my hand Little know it all (little know it all) Don't cry, I understand You never know at all |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
Whatever
I'm sittin' like a stone On a solitary evening Without my girl Life has no meaning She didn't say why And she didn't say what for she just said "I've been thinking it over" And whatever, Whatever Whatever She doesn't want to play And her voice just fades away Whatever The solution to love I haven't found yet Does God have curlers and a Lairnet Everything I say comes out To be a no no The feelings I had were the Only promo Whatever Whatever Whatever She doesn't want to play And her voice just fades away Whatever Now I'm just one of the Joes On the corner I guess I ought to stay home And watch the porno I wanna get close But no one Will let me I wish someone would react out A and get me Whatever Whatever Whatever She doesn't want to play And her voice just fades She doesn't want to play And her face just fades She doesn't want to play And her touch just fades away Whatever Whatever Whatever |
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4:39 | ||||
from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
Dead Rock Star
They think that I've got the bread They want to read my head The position show his cool Like football star in school Someone to sell me Someone to tell me I'm a dead rock star in a dead rock car I'm a dead rock star I'm so afraid of failing I hang onto the railing This cold hard graduation Kills all infatuation I took the hazing They said "amazing" I'm a dead rock star in a dead rock car I'm a dead rock star I gathered awful knowledge You cannot get in college Would you like Cain or Abel I'll bring them to the table They try to rope me They try to grope me I'm a dead rock star in a dead rock car I'm a dead rock star What can I hope for ? What can I hope for ? Nothing to live for Nothing to live for I'm a dead rock star in a dead rock car I'm a dead rock star |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
Rock Show
Rockshow You came to see a rockshow A big gigantic cock show You came to see it all Rock show You came to hear it You came to sear it You came to do it all If you think you're gonna Get it for credit Forget it Don't bet Call the medic He's pathetic He's got to let it go Let's go Rock show Come on Rock show You came to see a rock show This isn't a fuckin' talk show You came to see it all Rock show You came to fear it You came to sear it You came to do it all It's me you want for credit Forget it Don't panic Call in the medic He's pathethic He's got to let it go Cause if you gonna get it For credit Forget it Don't bet it Call in the medic It's pathetic He's gonna let it go Let's go Rock show Come on Rock show Let's go Rock show Let's go Rock show |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
Here Comes The Summer
Here comes the summer Mighty mighty summer Here comes the summer We’re gonna have a good time Gonna have a good time We’re gonna have a good time When the summer comes Here come a woman A mighty mighty woman Here come a woman We’re gonna get a surprise Gonna get a surprise Gonna get a surprise When the woman comes We’re gonna have a good time We’re gonna get a surprise We’re gonna have a good time We’re gonna get a surprise Here comes the summer Here comes the summer Nothing but summer Tell me what could be more real Than the whisper of the wind And the sunlight that i feel Here comes the leader The mighty mighty leader He’s got a penis A mighty mighty penis There’s gonna be an attack There’s gonna be an attack When the summer comes Here come the people The mighty mighty people Here come the people We wanna have a good time There’s gonna be some power There’s gonna be some power When the people come We’re gonna have a good time We’re gonna have a good time We’re gonna have a good time We’ll have a real good time Here comes the summer |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
Motor Inn
I met a little girl With a heart of stone She said she wanna give me An instant bone I took her for a ride In my classic car We didn’t even stop At a whiskey bar Her titties look hard And her booty’s got a rise Soon my hands will be Where i’m putting my eyes Steady energy and ??? urgency We got out of the car Now here we are At the motor inn At the motor inn At the motor inn I guess we’re living in sin She’s got 3 kids and a husband at home He doesn’t have a clue how to make her groan I’m waiting in the room gonna do it like hell Come on baby, come on baby ring my bell At the motor inn At the motor inn At the motor inn I guess we’re living in sin There’s gonna be a war So we gotta be quick The place is full of desperate, horny Chicks and dicks The ex-president is in number six I hard can hardly wait to get my licks At the motor inn At the motor inn At the motor inn Baby we’re living in sin ... At the motor inn At the motor inn At the motor inn Baby we’re living in sin Baby do you wanna, do you wanna, do you wanna I wanna Baby are you gonna, are you gonna, are you gonna I’m gonna Baby do you got it, do you got it, do you got it I got it Oh, I fucking know you got it, oh, I fucking know you got it Girl I know you got it, baby, yeah you got it I got it Yeah I know you got it, baby yeah you got it Well I got a ??? he look so fine I got a ??? whose titties are mine Great big titties Titties Big brown titties I love those titties, I love those titties You love’em Tittittitittittititititites... At the motor in Motor in Motor in I guess we’re living in sin Let’s motor All right, let’s fucking motor You wanna motor I take you to the motor in Taking me to the fucking motor in At the motor in At the motor in At the motor in Motor in At the motor in Motor in Motor in Motor in |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
Inferiority Complex
Standing on the poop deck of a wreck - Inferiority complex, yeah Waiting for the tuqboat of respect - Inferiority complex, yeah Trying to see the good side of a bad life Showing real courage with a sad wife Your soul is full of holes air, it could blow through People that you meet don’t want to know you People are strange when they don’t respect – Inferiority complex People are mean when they get the chance – Won’t anybody have this dance People are weird when they don’t respect – Inferiority complex Are you a heel or just a toe ? It’s hard to say cause you feel so low The man is eyeing you like a suspect – Inferiority complex Your every word is something to correct – Inferiority complex Everything about you repels sunshine Every deep desire leaves you flat line Walking through the world you leave no traces You don’t feel a part of any places People are strange when there’s no respect – Inferiority complex People are bad when they get the chance – Won’t anybody have this dance People are strange when there’s no respect - Inferiority complex Are you a heel or just a toe ? It’s hard to say when you’re damn so low So low Inferior but not a bore, no Inferior but not a bore Inferior but not a bore, no Inferior but not a bore |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
Supermarket
I’m sitting in the supermarket On the disposable shelf I’m kinda like a sandwich I kinda need some help Most people they pass me up Some stop and buy But when they take me home They never look in my eye The supermarket shelf is a lie I know, we saw The guy from the record company Makes me wanna die Everybody sells and everybody buys People who don’t like that get blood in the eye Everybody sells and everybody buys People who don’t like that get blood, Get blood in the eye I’m proud of the corporate logo Written on my box It says that I’m ok For the company stock What I am I do not own I don’t know who does Maybe any, some institution With no flesh, flesh or blood The supermarket shelf is a lie I know, we saw The guy from the record company Makes me wanna die Everybody sells and everybody buys People who don’t like that get blood in the eye Everybody sells and everybody buys People who don’t like that get blood, Get blood in the eye Everybody sells and everybody buys Everybody sells and everybody buys Everybody sells and everybody buys Everybody sells and everybody buys ... |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
Til Wrong Feels Right
I took a poundin' From the radio today I heard the radio say some piece of shit Was it the sound of today ? I took a bitin' 'beating' When I saw my TV play, I saw my TV play Over and over And there were no escape The box is hallow And that riff is fucking dead, That riff is fucking dead, But the riff is poundin' In my fucking head They're gonna push it Untill false is true Untill day is night They're gonna push it baby Untill wrong feels right Untill wrong feels right It's a big industry And they can beat my brain With houses and wars and chains They are insane Yeah But they can beat my brain God and his captains They won't pull a fucking plug They won't pull a fucking plug And give the skies Back to the birds and bugs |
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from Iggy Pop - Skull Ring (2003)
Blood On Your Cool
Sun shinin’on my Rolls Why living I don’t know Two-thirds habitual One-third is ritual How cool are the songs I sing How cool is anything Good sex good shit good sleep I’m spyin’ That check was pretty big I’ll spend it pretty quick My body’s pretty shot I’m dyin’ Everyday is a duel with the fool with the blood on your cool Every night is a hee hawing you when there’s blood on your cool Everyone that you meet is a ghoul when there’s blood on you cool Cruelty will be your school when there’s blood on your cool Blood of the cool That check was pretty big Grab hold and then grab more Don't have to look to far I learned this from rock starts Saw fights against the beast Beast has a world to feed A world of cruelty Doesn’t do shit for free Birds singing I am sad Soul leaves but I’m not mad And fucking yes I am It’s Caesar me your man Everyday is a duel with the fool with the blood on your cool Every night is a battle hawing you when there’s blood on your cool Everyone that you meet is a ghoul when there’s blood on you cool Cruelty will be your school when there’s blood on your cool Yeah yeahhhhhhh Sun up, big sea is blue Not workin' how about' you Don't even fight the weather That makes me feel better Wide moon of memory Big voice inside of me Short time to live and die Quick fading life of lies I think about when I get old Payment for being bold Might be a crown but still I might get a fucking bill Everyday is a duel with the fool with the blood on your cool Every night is a battle hawing you when there’s blood on your cool Everyone that you meet is a ghoul when there’s blood on you cool ... |
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