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miércoles, 11 de noviembre de 2009

The Afghan Whigs - My Enemy (1996)


From the album Black Love in 1996



I hear the whispers, baby
If what they say is true
They say I killed the brother
To fall in love with u

These words I heard them once before
A conversation I believe
How does a man begin 2 fall
When he does practice 2 deceive?
There was a voice behind my back
His face I could not see it clear
The voice was so familiar, though
I knew my enemy was near

The sun iz gone
And the sky iz black
So get your ass out from
Behind my back
I told u once
And I told u all
And I told it like it was (sic)

U can't
Have me
If u can't
Catch me
Out of your mind bent on revenge
To think I once called u my friend
U want the dog? I'll let him out
Come and get some baby

lunes, 21 de septiembre de 2009

Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - 2 Kindsa Love (1996)


From the album Now I Got Worry in 1996



Two kindsa love
That ain't bad
Get it right away
Get with it, man
When you get back home
Back up in Cleveland
You look on up
That's where I'll be

You're 2 kindsa love...
Ain't that the law up above
You got 2 kindsa love

It's in...
Gonna dig myself
Dig myself a hole
Alright baby, down in the ground
When I get up ain't on one around
Yeah, 2 kindsa love
??...
Way down below and up above
You got it

You're 2 kindsa love (with ad lib)

The way I feel right now
You're lookin' good
Come on, baby
Let me hear you howl
Everybody's alright
Everybody's alright

domingo, 20 de septiembre de 2009

Fun Lovin' Criminals - Scooby Snacks (1996)


From the album Come Find Yourself in 1996



- Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!
- Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one
of you!

Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack.
Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth)
I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter
She gave me the loot with puckered up lips
and a wink that I found cute, and I said,
"baby, baby, baby"
(Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.)
By that time Fast tapped me with the 9
he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go.
Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive
I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll
never get far, riding around in a stolen
police car, so we dropped it off and
piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving
because I had to talk to my man about something.

- Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all
you want.
- Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one.

Running around robbing banks
all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x)

I don't give a fuck about the hell's
gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still
standing up straight.
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money;
no one gets hurt if they don't act funny.
On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught,
fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing
where the cop is.
They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from
the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just
exploded. They gave chase, but my man
Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers
with haste. We casted off and along we went
off Bermuda to an island resort we rented.

- Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool?
- I am cool.

Running around robbing banks
all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x)

jueves, 17 de septiembre de 2009

Suede - Trash (1996)


From the album Coming Up in 1996



Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it's our kookiness,
Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it's our looseness,

But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...

Maybe, maybe it's the things we say,
The words we've heard and the music we play,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it's our sweetness,

But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the street,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...

jueves, 16 de julio de 2009

The Soundtrack Of Our Lives - Blow My Cool (1996)


From the album Welcome to the Infant Freebase in 1996



tell me, is there something i can't do?
or are you just too hung up to get scewed?
i've got it all but you know i gotta have some more
so let it fall 'cause i really don't care anymore

well do you do you
don't you want to make a fool of yourself?
do you do you really wanna be like somebody else?
(no, i'm not afraid to blow my cool, never been afraid to blow my cool)

tell me is there something i should hide
love to have a laugh when you put me aside
limitations try to tell you how to act
but they're too jealous to notice when they overreact

so, do you do you want to make a fool for yourself
well do you really want to be somebody
who's got to be someone who just don't wanna be?

i've been a senile man, living in a garbage can
i'm still a cartoon animal
i still make friends with everyone
so do you don't you wanna make a fool of yourself
or do you do you really wanna be like somebody else?

well do you really wanna be somebody
who's gotta be someone who just don't wanna be and make a fool of yourself?

(no, i'm not afraid to blow my cool, never been afraid to blow my cool)

martes, 7 de julio de 2009

Sloan - The Good In Everyone (1996)


From the album One Chord to Another in 1996



First off, here's what you'll do to me.
You'll get rough, attack my self esteem.
It's not much, but it's the best I've got.
And I thought you saw the good in everyone.
Oooooohhhhh...
The good in everyone,
You see the good in everyone
Oooooohhhhh...
the good in everyone.
I close my eyes, I can't give it up.
I close my mind, I can't get enough.
I'm in no shape, I gotta turn it off.
Just let it play, 'The Good In Everyone'.
Oooooohhhhh...
The good in everyone,
You see the good in everyone
Oooooohhhhh...
the good in everyone.

martes, 30 de junio de 2009

Belle and Sebastian - Seeing Other People (1996)


From the album If You're Feeling Sinister in 1996



We lay on the bed there
Kissing just for practice
Could we please be objective?
Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us
A hand over my mouth
A hand over the window
Well, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle
Then we should be ok, and we wont get into trouble
Cause were seeing other people
At least thats what we say we are doing

How are you feeling?
I dont think you can be dealing
With the situation very well
You take a lover for a dirty weekend, thats ok
But when its over
You are looking at the working week in the eyes of a gigolo

Youre kissing your elbow
Youre kissing your reflection
And you cant understand why all the other boys are going for the
New, tall, elegant rich kids
Ill admit it is a bitch, kid
But if they dont see the quality then it is apparent that
Youre going to have to change
Or youre going to have to go with girls
You might be better off
At least they know what theyre doing

We lay on the bed there
Kissing just for practice
Could we please be objective?
Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us
A hand over my mouth
A hand over the window
Well, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle
Then we should be ok, and we wont get into trouble
Cause were seeing other people
At least thats what we say we are doing

miércoles, 24 de junio de 2009

16 Horsepower - American Wheeze (1996)


From the album Sackcloth 'n' Ashes in 1996



I've grown tired, of the words of the single man
hangin' lifeless on his every word -- o man
you don't understand dear man
the little angel held out her hand
sayin' father, father i love you
o praise jesus i got her

ok yeah billygoat an we'll play farm
i didn't mean to spirit stiff you
nor to doy you no harm
you say you've got a bone to pick
well, there's plenty showin' on me
come on up yeah bring your temper boy
we'll see, we'll see

yeah you may be the only one come on son
bring your blade and your gun
and if i die by your hand
i've gotta home in glory land