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Devo
Devo


Информация
Откуда Akron, Ohio, United States
Жанры Punk Rock
New Wave
Post-punk
Synthpop
Synthpunk
Art Rock
Годы 1972—н.в.
Лейблы Virgin Records
Rykodisc
Rhino Records
Stiff Records
Enigma Records
См. также Jihad Jerry & the Evildoers
Сайт Website
Состав
Mark Mothersbaugh
Bob Mothersbaugh
Gerald Casale
Bob Casale
Josh Freese
Бывшие участники
Bob Lewis
Peter Gregg
Fred Weber
Rod Reisman
Jim Mothersbaugh
Alan Myers
David Kendrick



Альбом Devo



1978
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!

Got an urge, got a surge and it's outta control
Got an urge I wanna purge
'Cause I'm losing control

Uncontrollable urge I wanna tell you all about it
Got an uncontrollable urge let me... scream and shout it!

(He's got an uncontrollable urge)
I've got an uncontrollable urge
(He's got an uncontrollable urge)
I've got an uncontrollable...

It's got style, it's got class
So strong, I can't let it pass I gotta tell you all about it
I gotta scream and shout it!

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!
Lyrics
Got an urge, got a surge and it's outta control now!
Got an urge I wanna purge 'cause I'm losing con-trol
Uncontrollable urge I wanna tell you all about it
Got an uncontrollable urge let me... scream and shout it!

That's right!

(He's got an uncontrollable urge)
I've got an uncontrollable urge
(He's got an uncontrollable urge)
I've got an uncontrollable...

It's got style, it's got class
So strong, I can't let it pass I gotta tell you all about it
I gotta scream and shout it!


I got an uncontrollable urge I wanna tell you all about it
An uncontrollable urge make me scream and shout
And I say yeah!
(He's says yeah!)
And I say yeah yeah!
(He says yeah yeah!)
And I say yeah!
(Yeah!)
And I say yeah yeah!
(Yeah yeah!)

And I say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!


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(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get me no satisfaction and I try and I try and I try t-t-t-t-try try
I can't get no I can't get me no
When I'm riding in my car
And a man comes on the radio
He's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no
uh no no no
hey hey hey
That's what I say
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get me no girly action
When I'm watchin' my tv
And a man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts could be
But he can't be a man 'cause he does not smoke
The same cigarettes as me
LyricsI can't get no
uh no no no
And when I'm flying around the world
And I'm doin' this and I'm tryin' that
And I'm trying to make some girl
Tells me baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
Baby better come back later next week can't you see I'm on a losing streak
I can't get no
uh no no no
hey hey hey
That's what I say
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no


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you got your left hand
you got your right hand

you got your left hand
you got your right hand

the left hand's diddling
while the right hand goes to work

I said the left hand's diddling now
while the right hand goes to work

you got both hands
you got both hands
you got praying hands
you got praying hands
they pray for no man
they pray for no man

roll over, play dead

Lyricsget spiritual minded

OK, relax
and assume the position
go into doggie submission

wash your hands three times a day

always do what your mommy does say

brush your teeth or they'll fall away

wash your hands three times a day


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she was walking all alone

down the street in the alley

her name was Sally

I never touched her

she never saw it

when she was hit by space junk

in New York Miami Beach

heavy metal fell in Cuba

Angola Saudi Arabia

on Xmas Eve said NORAD

a Soviet sputnik hit Africa
Lyrics
India Venezuela

Texas

Kansas

it's falling fast Peru too

it keeps coming

and now i'm mad about space junk

i'm all burned out about

spacejunk

oooh walk & talk about space junk

it smashed my baby's head

and now my Sally's dead


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mongoloid he was a mongoloid

happier than you and me

mongoloid he was a mongoloid

and it determined what he

could see

mongoloid he was a mongoloid

one chromosome too many

mongoloid he was a mongoloid

and it determined what he

could see

and he wore a hat
Lyrics
and he had a job

and he brought home the bacon

so that no one knew

mongoloid he was a mongoloid

his friends were unaware

mongoloid he was a mongoloid

nobody even cared


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they tell us that

we lost our tails

evolving up

from little snails

i say it's all

just wind in sails

are we not men?

we are DEVO!

we're pinheads now

we are not whole

we're pinheads all
Lyrics
jocko homo

are we not men?

D-E-V-O

monkey men all

in business suits

teachers and critics

all dance the poot

are we not men?

we are DEVO!

are we not men?

D-E-V-O

we must repeat

o.k. let's go! (oh, give it up! God made man but he used the monkey to do it. apes in the plan and we're all here to prove it I can walk like an ape talk like an ape. i can do what monkeys do. God made man but a monkey supplied the glue)


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think I got your dial tone

think I got Billy Baxter's bone

think I got a bubble-sac

think I got a Big Mac attack

hold the pickles hold the lettuce

special orders don't upset us

all we ask is that you let us

serve it your way

too much paranoias

my mom's afraid to tell me

the things she's afraid of

I been dipped in double meaning

I been stuck with static cling

think I got a rupto-pac

think I got a Big Mac attack


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Something about the way you taste
Makes me want to clear my throat
There's a method to your movements
That really gets my goat

I looked for sniffy linings
But you're rotten to the core
I've had just about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more

I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling

Centered round long time ago
On your ability to torment
Then you took your tongs of love
And stripped away my garment

I looked for sniffy linings
But you're rotten to the core
LyricsI've had just about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more

I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling

I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling

I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling

I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling


Slap your mammy down
Slap your mammy down again

Slap your mammy down
Slap your mammy down again

Slap your mammy down
Slap your mammy down again

Slap your mammy down
Slap your mammy down again

Oh move it up and down now
Oh move it all around now

Slap your mammy down
Slap your mammy down again

Oh move it up and down now
Oh move it all around now


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Yeah, come back Jonee
Gotta come back now Jonee
Yeah, come back Jonee
Jonee be good
Treat her like you should

You made her cry
Jonee you're bad
You're gonna make her sad

Jonee went to the pawnshop
Bought himself a guitar
Now he's gonna go far
You gotta love 'em and leave 'em
Sometimes you deceive 'em

After the teardrops
Jonee jumped in his Datsun
Drove out on the expressway
Went head-on into a Semi
His guitar is all that's left now
Lyrics
He made her cry
Now she calls his name
Jonee you're to blame

Come back Jonee

Yeah, come back Jonee (Jonee! Jonee!)
Jonee, Jonee, Jonee (Jonee! Jonee!)
You gotta come back now Jonee (Jonee! Jonee!)
Well, Jonee be good (Jonee! Jonee!)
Treat her like you should (Jonee! Jonee!)

You made her cry (Jonee! Jonee!)
Well Jonee you're bad (Jonee! Jonee!)
You're gonna make her sad (Jonee! Jonee!)

Jonee! Jonee!


. . .



i saw my baby yesterday

she spent her money on a car

it didn't get her very far

so my baby said to me

you know my baby she

said sloppy

i think i missed the hole


. . .



well it's a god-given fact
that you can't go back
no you can't go back

it's a god-given law that
you're gonna lose your ma
yes you're gonna lose your ma

it's a god-given fact
you gotta buy 'em by the sack
gotta buy 'em by the sack

it's a god-given law that
you're gonna get small
yes you're gonna get small

may be just another rap
but you're running out of sap
yes you're running out of sap

well you better take that rap
Lyricsdying under daddy's cap
dying under daddy's cap

it's at the top of the list that
you can't get pissed
no you can't get pissed

it's rule #1
living right isn't fun
living right isn't fun

time-tested and true
you gotta pooty poo-poo
gotta pooty poo-poo

shrivel up, Devo!


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