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Babes in Toyland




Альбом Babes in Toyland


Fontanelle (1992)
1992
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The Quiet Room
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Short Song
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You got this thing that really makes me hot
You got a lot and more when you get caught
You got this thing that follows me around
You fuckin bitch well I hope your insides rot

Liar, Liar, Liar

You see the stars through eyes lit up with lies
You got your stories all twisted up in mine
You got this thing that follows me around
You were born with glue instead of spine

Liar, Liar, Liar

WA hahaha I knew I
WA hahaha try to hide

You got this thing that follows me around

You got this thing that really makes me hot
You got a lot and more when you get caught

Bruise Violet
Bruise Violet
Bruise Violet

You got this thing that really makes me hot
You got a lot and more when you get caught

Liar
Liar
Liar

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Pray the one my soul to keep
servant's service
too scared to sleep because of the creep
scarred surface

well in the right now

when I'm next to your head I see white
heaven's presence
mother dying all of the time
my sickness

well in the right now
we'll take you
we'll take all of you
well in the right now

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Flies through the air with the greatest disease
Takes little pills and calls them 'trapeze'
I know you're right, everything you do is right
Everything i do is true.

Bluebell
To hell

Lo and behold a girl with a goal
Looks so old she's made out of gold
I know you're right, everything you do is right
Everything i do is true.

I, i live in the densest corner
of the deepest mind
of the fuck-most room
and sing "the stars they swing from their chandelier strings"
(i know real love)
You know who you are
You're dead meat, motherfucker
You don't try to rape a goddess

Flys through the air with the greatest disease
Takes little pills and calls them 'trapeze'
I know you're right, everything you do is right
Everything I do is true

Bluebell
to hell

You are so obvious

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Gretel said
I know what's in your head
I vacuumed out my head
I know you're feeling bad
You fuckin' bitch

You cunthole bitch
I thought she meant it, yeah
She really jacked my head
She went and done it, yeah

Handsome
Gretel
Handsome
Gretel

My name is Gretel, yeah
I've got a crotch that talks
It talks to all the cocks
It's been twelve city blocks
You fuckin' bitch

Gretel said
Oh you feel so bad
I know you feel so bad
I thought she meant it, yeah

Handsome
Gretel
Handsome
Gretel

I vacuumed out my head
Jumping from bed to bed
My name is Gretel
A soul of metal
My name is Gretel, yeah
I've got a sloppy slot

Handsome
Gretel
Handsome
Gretel

Say violets hang around with toilets and look smack at us
And symbolize everything that is disgust and mistrust
Licorice eyes
Pin me down thighs

Asphixia
My thighs are vices, yeah
He is a stupid man
I love him all I can
You fucking bitch

Addle girl
She pulls out all her curls
She is a stupid crotch
That spans twelve city blocks

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I never thought you'd explode through my eyes
I never ever was amused
Dear liver down on your knees
I never wanted to be alone

Good God
I'd love to...
I had to

I never though you'd implode through my mind
I always wanted to be infused
I lied psychic spy
I never wanted to be alone

Good God
I'd love to...
I had to

You are real
Sometimes
You are unreal
Ceilings peel
Sometimes

I never though that you'd explode through my eyes
I never ever was amused
I lied psychic spy
I never wanted to be alone

I'd love to...
I had to

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Dragging my ass around country side
Leave it to you I've got nothing to hide
Dragging my ass around country side
Leave it to you I've got nothing to hide

Don't worry
I won't touch you
Your eyes pierce me
And leave me to hang

Please touch me
And don't worry
Cause I'm burnin'
The vein straight to your heart

Kick Tom upside his head
Regretting the things that I've already said
Kick Tom upside his head
Regretting the things that I've already said

Don't worry
I won't touch you
Your eyes pierce me
And leave me to hang

Please touch me
And don't worry
Cause I'm burnin'
The vein straight to your heart

Distance captivates me, it holds the hook
Secrets hold the breath that I've never took
Distance caprivates me, it holds the hook
Secrets hold the breath that I've never took

Don't worry
I won't touch you
Your eyes pierce me
And leave me to hang

Please touch me
And don't worry
Cause I'm burnin'
The vein straight to your heart

Lactating eyes looking from my thighs
Seeing and wondering what went wrong
Lactating eyes looking from my thighs
Seeing and wondering what went wrong

Don't worry
I won't touch you
Your eyes pierce me
And leave me to hang

Please touch me
And don't worry
Cause I'm burnin'
The vein straight to your heart

Don't worry
I won't touch you
Your eyes pierce me
And leave me to hang

Please touch me
And don't worry
Cause I'm burnin'
The vein straight to your heart

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I won't ever tell on you
Ever see me do
I wait forever for you
Figure out your problem with me is you

I won't ever be like you
Ever see right through
I wait forever for you
Figure out your problem with me is you

I won't ever tell on you
Ever see right through
I wait forever for you
Figure out your problem with me is you

You come running through
Figure out your problem with me is you

I won't ever tell

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The Quiet Room

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I live inside
All invited inside
Eyes flutter feathers
My hair's fair like weather
I've blown my recovery

Living is nice
When you're spun like a kite
Sugar and tea and cream
Looks like the sea is green with rivalry

Now that I know just what you're all about
I want out
Now that I know just what you're all about
I want out

I live inside
All invited inside
Sugar and tea and cream
Looks like the sea is green with reverie

Now that I know just what you're all about
I want out
Now that I know just what you're all about
I want out

Life is real when you're dreaming
Life's a dream when you're realing

Now I want out
Now I want out

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Short Song

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Rip strike
let me enter you
you entertain center
entertain you with my pain
rip strike
black eyes
your side - capsized
revel and strike
got my love in a pocket gonna hock it fo my
life
fall short
rip strike

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Little Pearl
She was this girl
Her thoughts and notions in a whirl
This girl, Pearl
She was pretty quick
Found her stick
Filled it thick with...

Black sugar shit

Ole black glasses
Spoonful molasses
Drinking wine
Killing time

Burn it black with a candle
All bent at the handle
Devil spit
Makes Pearl Sick

Black sugar shit

She had a name
Her name's insane
A little maid picks away at her brain
To much disdain
Her brain remained
To think thoughts all axe and mame and
Black sugar shit

Black sugar

I live inside...

Off with their heads
For I'm staying in bed
I'm sick of that blackbird
That shark's in my head

Black sugar shit
Is shit

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Three seas between us and the very next bus
And it takes so long to get there
Cause the now and here spells nowhere
Heretic-toc goes the easter clock
Your friends they're really not
I can't take it anymore

I realize
I real eyes
I realize your lies are in your own eyes
I real eyes

Three seized between us and the very next bus
Got a 30 dollar pocket
Built the plank, it begs so walk it
Every thought is mine or not
Just get your fingers off my spot
I can't take it anymore

I realize
I real eyes
I realize your lies are in your own eyes
I real eyes

I realize
I real eyes
I realize your lies are in your own eyes
I real eyes

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Mother...
Mother...
Mother...
Mother...

Mother...
Mother...
Mother...
Mother...

Mother...
This is my life
Sister
Come and take my life

You are obscene and you know it
I run from me and it shows
That's what you like me for, huh, sister
Crawling now on the floor, do you like it, sister?

Mother...
Mother...
Mother...
Mother...

Mother...
This is my life
Sister
Come and take my life

You are obscene and you know it
I run from you and it shows
That's what you like me for, huh, sister
Crawling now on the floor, do you like it, sister

Mother...
This is my life
Sister
Come and take my life

You are me...
You are me...
You are me...
You are me...

Mother

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Now I live with nothing to give
'Cause it's gone
Here I stand at your command
'Cause it's gone
Now I stand with you at hand
Now I live with nothing to give
'Cause it's gone
Now I stand with you underhand
'Cause it's gone

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