The Stooges - Down On The Street

Billy Ruben Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:05 am

Lyrics:

Down on the street where the faces shine
Floatin' around i'm a real low mind
See a pretty thing in a wall
See a pretty thing in a wall

In a wall
In a wall
In a wall

Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love
Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love
A thousand eyes they look at you
A thousand eyes they, they look at you

Oh Come On! (x3)
Yeah Yeah Yeah
(repeat)

Oh Come On! (x3)
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Where faces shine
A real low mind
Faces Shine
A real low

Oh Come On! (x3)
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Billy Ruben Wed Sep 28, 2011 6:45 am

Suicides' Tough Guy,interesting lyric,"Going to meet the aliens",there's somethings you got to do...

true lilly Fri Sep 30, 2011 7:02 pm

tok2u wrote:arghh what wrong with these

Don't worry tok2u, you're in good company, Wink

video link tools won't work for me here either Rolling Eyes

But be grateful, at least they didn't rub it in,
trying to 'make' you look silly, by posting 'instructions',
that only work for 'them'. Rolling Eyes

I had hoped at the time, that maybe, just maybe,
a little bit of fair play was being offered...but no,
just another nah nah nah nah nah...the video imbed tool,
was and still disabled for me...silly, petty, childish cheats.

Mind you, at least I was given back access to sound.
Yeah, had that hacked away when someone noticed
I was collecting a range of songs, that through that
powerful combination of word, sound, image and movement,
had a world of the rich, famous and powerful, 'showing',
that they, Know What I Know. Wink

Sod-Haus...!!! Fri Sep 30, 2011 7:54 pm

true lilly wrote:
tok2u wrote:arghh what wrong with these
Don't worry tok2u, you're in good company,
video link tools won't work for me here either
But be grateful, at least they didn't rub it in,
trying to 'make' you look silly, by posting 'instructions',
that only work for 'them'.

I had hoped at the time, that maybe, just maybe,
a little bit of fair play was being offered...but no,
just another nah nah nah nah nah...the video imbed tool,
was and still disabled for me...silly, petty, childish cheats.

Mind you, at least I was given back access to sound.
Yeah, had that hacked away when someone noticed
I was collecting a range of songs, that through that
powerful combination of word, sound, image and movement,
had a world of the rich, famous and powerful, 'showing',
that they, Know What I Know.

One Would Often Be Of The Opinion,

That Silence Is Golden...!!!

thumbs up

Billy Ruben Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:39 pm

Coolest song ever,so cool,I named my cool car after it...the old HR Holden.Love it...

Doug and Sally inside
They cookin' for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking off her Pig Pen
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Aw just like Sister Ray said
Whip it on.

Rosie and Miss Rayon
They're busy waiting for her booster
Who just got back from Carolina
She said she didn't like the weather
They're busy waiting for her sailor
Who's big and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Aw just like Sister Ray said
Lay it on him.

Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks it shoots it between three and four
He aims it at the sailor
Shoots him down dead on the floor
Oh you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you'll stain the carpet
Now don't you know you'll stain the carpet
And by the way have you got a dollar
On no man I haven't got the time-time
To busy sucking on a ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong
Oh she does just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways
I said c-c-c-c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways
Ah do it do it just su-su-su-suck
That's ju-ju-just excellente
Oh!

Now who is that knocking
Who's knocking at my chamber door
Now could it be the police
They come and take me for a ride-ride
Oh but I haven't got the time-time
Hey hey hey she's busy sucking on my ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong
Aw now do it just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh now just like
Oh just like
Ah just like
Ah just like
Oh just like
Oh just like.

Doug and Sally inside
Now move it along
Cookin' for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Do it do it do it do it do it do it
Who's licking off Pig Pen
I'm s-s-s-searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit is sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Just like
Oh just like
Do it do it do it
Just like
Just like
Just like.

Now Rosie and Miss Rayon
They busy waiting for her booster
She's just back from Carolina
She said she's bound to beat a sailor
I said she haven't got the time-time
You're busy sucking on my ding-dong
You busy sucking on my ding-dong
Now just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Said I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh do it now just like
Just like Sister Ray said.

I said now Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks it shoots it bang between three and four
He aims it at the sailor
He shoots him down dead on the floor
Oh you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you'll hit the carpet
Don't you know you'll mess the carpet.

Oh she hasn't got the time-time
Busy sucking on his ding-dong
She's busy sucking on his ding-dong
Now just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
Couldn't hit it sideways
Couldn't hit it sideways
And just like
And just like
And just like
S-Sister Ray said
Now do it to him.

Doug and Sally inside
They're busy cooking for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Busy licking off her Pig Pen
I'm busy searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Now just like
Now just like
I said ah-uh
Just like
Amph-ph-ph-ph-phetimine.

That's the sound of speed... thumbs up

Billy Ruben Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:49 pm

From Sister Ray,
"Doug and Sally inside
They cookin' for the Down Pipe"

What it means,is similar to how crack cocaine was made,without boiling and freezing with ice and baking powder,Lou Reed,used to have packets of Orbitrols,cook them up in a pot of water and take massive 2-5 mls syringes and hit it up...The yanks used to have pure amphetamine tablets easily available in the sixties,back,when prescription drugs resembled their street equivalent in "highs'...not no more.Sure Kennedy was hooked on them too.

Billy Ruben Fri Sep 30, 2011 10:53 pm

Adam Ant

We'll do the Tango
We'll try the Fox Trot
I'll eat a mango
You drink a straight scotch
You know I told you
You could be classy
So why did you have
To be so nasty?

Remember the curls
Of the Deutscher Girls?
lover of mine
From down on the Rhine

I'll fill your bath with
The finest champagne
I'll lick your skin dry
I cherish your name
The stakes get higher
As you dress sparsely
So why did you have
To be so nasty?

Remember the curls
Of the Deutscher Girls?
lover of mine
From down on the Rhine

I love your blonde hair
I kiss your pigtails
And I could not share
The scratch of your nails
And though you mark me
Your eyes so glassy
Oh why did you have
To be so nasty?

Remember the curls
Of the Deutscher Girls?
lover of mine
From down on the Rhine

I said remember the curls
Of the Deutscher Girls?
lover of mine
From down on the Rhine

I said remember the curls
Of the Deutscher Girls?
A love of mine
From down on the Rhine

tok2u Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:19 pm

tok2u Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:20 pm

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Billy Ruben Wed Oct 05, 2011 7:56 pm

Vocals:John Lydon
Guitar/synth:Julian Keith Levene
Bass:Jah Wobble
Drums:Martin Atkins

Nearly ten thirty
I'm rising early
I've got an eye to buy the best
Before the rush
Someone left a baby
In the car part
Never any reason
Don't you listen
One more sob story
Some one is calling
Seen through the window
Calling through mirrors
Don't you listen
Don't interfere
Ignore it and
It will go away
Someone is calling
Don't you listen
Don't you listen
Someone is calling
Don't you listen
Someone is calling
Don't you listen
Don't you listen

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Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 12:07 am

(One more time..)

I was born in this hotel
Washing' dishes in the sink
Magazines and free soda
Trying hard not to think

Lay it on till the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on till the dawn

She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah
Coming' back from the convalescent home
...Oh...
Staring' at sports cars ... crying'

Rattlesnake on the ceiling'
Drug powder on my sleeve
I will live here forever
With the ocean and the bees

Lay it on till the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on till the dawn

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 12:13 am

Beck,the genius,best stoner music ever,so visual,so beautiful and tragic at the same time.

(This is song two on the album
This is the album right here
Put on the album)

Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls
Coming out of the walls
As we walk out among the manure

That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

Give the finger to the rock 'n' roll singer
As he's dancing upon your paycheck
The sales climb high
Through the garbage-pail sky
Like a giant dildo crushing the sun

That's why
I pay no mind
Sleep in slime
I just got signed

So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams
Get out your ten-foot flags
The insects are huge
And the poison's all been used
And the drugs won't kill your day job
Honey

That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

That's why

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 12:21 am

A song I dedicate and always have,to Paul Smith and his bitch,Megan,the occultist...might be moving back to East Maitland,can't handle country hicks,but murdering occultist,to easy and it'll keep me occupied.

Yo homey don't play that game

Hey mister asshole, what's your dirty hassle
Sitting in your castle judging everyone
You're acting like it's chill when the deal's getting ill
Why don't you break your face on my head

Everyone's out to get you, motherfucker

Total paranoia, trying to annoy you
Everything I do is to try and fuck you up
Screwdrivers drillin' and I was such a spasm
Dropped yourself on the situation, dude

Everyone's out to get you, motherfucker

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 12:24 am

Neighbor 1: Come on, motherfucker. Put your clothes on, come on. Asshole!
Neighbor 2: You lousy punk!
Neighbor 3: Fuck you!
Neighbor 2: Why don't you call your mommy?
Neighbor 3: You're a fucking drunk.
Neighbor 2: Yeah, I'm a fucking drunk...
Neighbor 1: Come on, motherfucker.
Neighbor 2: ...but you're a lousy lowlife who can't do nothin' for himself.

acid casualty with a reposessed car
vietnam vet playin' air guitar

it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin'
truck-drivin' neighbours downstairs
yeah...yeah

whiskey-stained buck-toothed backwoods creton
grizzly bear motherfucker never goes to sleep

[chorus]
oh, yeah...yeah

belly floppin' naked in a pool of yellow sweat
screamin' jackass with a wet cigarette

[chorus]
oh
oh, my goodness
oh... [etc.]
mmm... [etc.]

psychotic breakdown double-edged axe
growin' hair like a shag dog on his greasy back

[chorus]
oh my goodness
oh my goodness

oh, yeah
come on, honey, feel the grease
grease, grease
come on, honey, feel the grease
oh, my goodness
come on, honey, feel the grease
oh yeah
come on, lay it on me
bring it down one more time
come on, honey...

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 12:32 am

She took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
She's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin

She's a nightmare Hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
Self-conscious and a little bit moody

It's a new age letdown in my face
She's so spaced out and there ain't no space
She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile
I'm caught in a vortex
She's changing' my style

She's a nightmare Hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
Uptight and a little bit snooty

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

She's a magical, sparkling' tease
She's a rainbow choking' the breeze
Yo, she's busting' out onto the scene
With nightmare bogus poetry
She's a melted avocado on the shelf
She's the science of herself
She's spazzing out on a cosmic level
And she's meditating with the devil
She's cooking salad for breakfast
She's got tofu the size of Texas
She's a witness to her own glory
She's a never-ending story
She's a frolicking depression
She's a self-inflicted obsession
She's got a thousand lonely husbands
She's playing' footsie in another dimension
She's a goddess milking her time

For all that it's worth

For Naomi and other fucked up,screwed up women,I've been meeting lately...God,this better not be reflecting the inner person...

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 12:39 am

Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
And everywhere I look
There's a dead end waiting
Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis
Stealing kisses from the leperous faces

Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees
Mouthwash jukebox gasoline
pistols are pointing
At a poor man's pockets
Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets

Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind

Love machines on the sympathy crutches
Discount orgies on the dropout buses
Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses
Coming to town with the brief case blues

Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind

Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
Ghetto-blasting disintegrating
Rock 'n' roll, know what I'm saying
And everywhere I look
There's a dead end waiting

Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind

Devil's haircut! In my mind!
Devil's haircut! In my mind!
Devil's haircut! In my mind!

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 12:43 am

Satan gave me a taco and it made me really sick
The chicken was all raw and the grease was mighty thick
The rice was all rancid and the beans were so hard
I was gettin' kinda dizzy eatin' all the lard
There was aphids on the lettuce an' I ate every one
An' after I was done the salsa melted off my tongue
Pieces of tortilla got stuck in my throat
An' the stains on my clothes burned a hole through my coat
My stomach was a-tremblin' and I broke out in a rash
I was so dry and thirsty and I didn't have no cash
So I went and found a hose, tore off all my clothes
Turned on the water and it shot right up my nose
Some old lady came along and she thought I was a freak
So she beat me with a handbag till I could hardly speak
I was lying there naked, my body badly bruised
In a pool of my own blood, unconscious and confused
Well, the cops came and got me and threw me in their van
And I woke up on the ceiling and I couldn't find my hand
They took me to the judge, his eyes a-glowin' red
The courtroom was filled with witches and the dead
Well, the sheriff was a hellhound with fangs and claws
The prisoners were tied up and chained to the walls
The air was gettin' thick; the smoke was gettin' thicker
The judge read the verdict: said, "Cut off his head!"
Well, they placed me on the altar, and they raised up the axe
My head was about to explode when I noticed the Marshall stacks
I noticed all the smoke machines, cameras and the lights
Some guy with a microphone, runnin' around dancin' in tights
And I noticed the crew and the band playin' down below
And I realized I was in a rock video

So I went and joined the band and I went out on tour
And I smoked a lot of heroin and I passed out in manure
I made out with the groupies, started fires backstage
I made a lot of money and I gave it all away
Well, the band got killed, so I started a solo career
And I won all the awards and I drank all the beer
I opened up a taco stand just to smell the smell
cookin' with the devil; frying down in hell

(spoken)
Today's ah-August 4, 1982; i'm really bored
There was some dead animals we played with
There was a weed whacker, we stole two of them
A cop car was on fire
My friend scott, he was running and he slipped on a twinky
And his nose was covered with blood
Security helicopter shot a spotlight
Somebody pulled their pants down

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 12:50 am

Beck - Lord Only Knows

You only got one finger left
And its pointing at the door
And youre taking for granted
What the lords made on the floor
So Im picking up the pieces
And Im putting them up for sale
Throw your meal ticket out the window
Put your skeletons in jail

cause lord only knows its getting late
Your senses are gone so dont you hesitate
To give yourself a call let your bottom dollars fall
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain

Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man
You will do whatever you please and Ill do whatever I can
Titantic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink
Dont call us when the new age gets old enough to drink

cause lord only knows its getting late
Your senses are gone so dont you hesitate
Move on up the hill theres nothing dead left to kill
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain

Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy odelay, odelay
Just passing through
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy

Going back to houston
Do the hotdog dance
Going back to houston
To get me some pants.....

Great cruising/driving song,or those mornings you wake up energised and clean,that feel for a new day...

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:00 am

Alcohol on my hands, I got plans to ditch myself and get outside
Dancing women throwing plates, decapitating their laughing dates
Swirling chickens caught in flight, out of focus and much to bright
Coming down, shiny teeth, game show suckers trying to breathe
But I got a drug and I got the bug and I got something better than love
How you like me now? Pretty good
Going on, feeling strong

I quit my job blowing leaves, telephone bills up my sleeves
Choking like a one man dustball, freedom rock slimeball talking in code
We went down, lit up the shack, grabbed me a beer out of the sack
Everybody bent over twice, painting the walls, throwing some dice
Leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief
And they were singin' like this!

Winos throwing frisbees at the sun, put my soul between the bun
Now I'm wonderin', now I'm drunk, how I'm runnin' like a flaming pig
Oh yeah, scraping off the attitude, old man eating all my food
Don't be kind, don't be rude, just shake your boots and let it all get loose
Oh yeah, my goodness

Fluffy clouds, lovely rainbows
I'm sad, a soft and snuggly place
Fluffy clouds, I'm sad and unhappy...yppahnu dna das

Winos throwing frisbees at the sun, burnt my soul between the bun
Now I'm wondrin', now I'm drunk, how I'm runnin' like a flaming pig
Oh yeah, scraping off the attitude, old man eating all my food
Don't be kind, don't be rude, just shake your boots and let it all get loose

Oh yeah, I like it like that
Oh that is cold
Somebody put a flamethrower on that
Uh-huh, oh my goodness!
Take me down to the depot
Somebody put me down on the bus
Oh yeah, I like it like that
Somebody burn me a plate of sassafrass
Oh yeah...

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:03 am

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands and just clap your hands

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

Take me home in my elevator bones!
That was a good drum break

Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only, hyponotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with your parachute flutes
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man Gary Wilson rock the most

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

What about those who swing both ways: AC-DC's

Let's make it out, Baby.

Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

Oh, dear me. Make Out City is a two-horse town
That's beautiful, Dad
Get my microphone

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands and just clap your hands

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

I got plastic on my mind
Telephone plastic baby

Oh Baby, it's been good.
Let's make it out, baby.
Good good good.

Thanks baby, good.

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:11 am

In the back of the Railway truck,coming off a few bongs of really good pot,dregging out,I climb in the back,shoot some really good speed,kept cold on an ice-pack,hop back in the cabin,strangely awake,and talkative,dick's shrivelled up,as good speed does for the first 4-5 hours,there's this North Shore yuppie wannabe alternative,"Hey Jase,you might like this,it was just released,blown away,to find a song that mirrored me so well,back then...it was fun.

We put on our swimmers,got the mobile crane out and started swan diving into a water reservoir,that used to keep water for steam trains,this is Berowra Waters,but on the tracks,it's past Cowan and before the Hawksberry River,great days in the railway,BBQ's every Friday,using cherry pickers for diving platforms,going high as 70 feet,best drugs and music,it was kind of magical for druggie types like me,could'nt afford to go to work in the end,stealing copper,to pay for a habit.

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands and just clap your hands

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

Take me home in my elevator bones!
That was a good drum break

Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only, hyponotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with your parachute flutes
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man Gary Wilson rock the most

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

What about those who swing both ways: AC-DC's

Let's make it out, Baby.

Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

Oh, dear me. Make Out City is a two-horse town
That's beautiful, Dad
Get my microphone

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands and just clap your hands

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

I got plastic on my mind
Telephone plastic baby

Oh Baby, it's been good.
Let's make it out, baby.
Good good good.

Thanks baby, good.

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:17 am

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 11:34 am

Doing a series of Velvet Underground covers by Beck,starting with my favourite song of all time,Waiting For the Man,something I love to pursue myself.Always an adventure.Very cool cover from a real cool cat,Beck...

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 11:39 am

Billy Ruben Mon Oct 10, 2011 11:46 am

It's basically what I once used to be...But at least I made them choose right,not this team I abandoned long ago.

(Reed, Cale)

The myriad choices of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate
For him to choose
What had he to lose

Not a ghost bloodied country
All covered with sleep
Where the black angel did weep
Not an old city street in the east
Gone to choose

And wandering's brother
Walked on through the night
With his hair in his face
On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T.

The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long
To his skull-shrill yell

Shining brightly red-rimmed and
Red-lined with the time
Infused with the choice of the mind
On ice skates scraping chunks
From the bills

Cut mouth bleeding razor's
Forgetting the pain
Antiseptic remains cool goodbye
So you fly
To the cozy brown snow of the east
Gone to choose, choose again

Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
Where you come from
The stools of your eyes
Serve to realize fame, choose again

And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a husk
Went the bowels and a tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go

And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and weaved
Choose a side to be on

If the stone glances off
Split didactics in two
Leave the colors of the mouse trails
Don't scream, try between
If you choose, if you choose, try to lose
For the loss of remain come and start

Start the game I che che che che I
Che che che ka tak koh
Choose to choose
Choose to choose, choose to go

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The Stooges - Down On The Street

Suicide - Tough Guy (Demo)

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The Velvet Underground - Sister Ray

Sister Ray-Velvet Underground Song meanings.

Deutscher Girls - Adam And The Ants

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Public Image limited - Bad baby

Beck - Whiskey Clone Hotel

Beck -(pay no mind) Snoozer

Mutherfucker - Beck

Beck -TRUCKDRIVIN' NEIGHBORS DOWNSTAIRS (YELLOW SWEAT) LYRICS

Nitemare Hippy Girl - Beck

Beck - Devils Haircut

Beck - Satan Gave me a Taco

Beck - Lord Only Knows (Odelay)

Beck - Beercan

Beck - Where It's At

Beck - Loser

Veruca Salt - Seether

Beck - Waiting For The Man

Beck - There She Goes Again

The Black Angel Death Song - Beck

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