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Eels
Eels


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Откуда Los Feliz, California, United States
Жанры Indie Rock
Alternative Rock
Lo-Fi
Годы 1995—н.в.
Лейблы DreamWorks
Vagrant Records
Состав
E
Koool G Murder
The Chet
Knuckles
P-Boo
Бывшие участники
Jonathan "Butch" Norton
Tommy Walter
Adam Siegel
John Parish
Lisa Germano
Joe Gore
Puddin'
Shon Sullivan
Alan Hunter



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Альбом Eels


Shootenanny! (2003)
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When I was born
The doctor said
There's something wrong
Inside that baby head
When I was a boy
In Sunday school
I told them all
That they were fools

All in a day's work
To live and breathe
A sight to see
And so it goes

I went into
The fortune teller's
She wouldn't read
My horoscope
I go into
The laundromat
The people all
Buy extra soap

All in a day's work
To live and breathe
A sight to see
All in a day's work
To live and breathe
A sight to see

. . .


Saturday Morning
And who’s gonna play with me?
Six in the morning, baby
I got a long, long day ahead of me

The parents are sleeping soundly
The neighbors are dead as wood
I’m getting up and coming over
We gotta rock the neighborhood

Nothing’s ever gonna happen ‘round here
If we don’t make it happen
Sleep away the day if you want to
But I got something that I gotta do

It’s Saturday Morning
And this ain’t the place for me
I’m giving you warning, baby
We got a whole big, fat, world to see

Nothing’s ever gonna happen ‘round here
If we don’t make it happen
Sleep away the day if you want to
But I got something that I gotta do

It’s Saturday Morning
And who’s gonna play with me?
Six in the morning, baby
I got a long, long day ahead of me

Saturday morning
Saturday morning

. . .


I know I'm not too much of a bargain
And you know that's not what you bargained for
As the hours turn into days
Pretty soon lost in the haze
It's up to you and me and who's to say
These could be the good old days

I like waking up after a bad dream
Makes it feel like life ain't bad
Little kids go out to play
They're just happy it's another day
It's up to you and me and who's to say
These could be the good old days

I guess I could be a quiet hero
No one knows the good I've done
You're not sure, well that's OK
'Cause I am and I'm not afraid
It's up to you and me and who's to say
These could be the good old days

. . .


Don’t got a lot of time
Don’t give a damn
Don’t tell me what to do
I am the man
If there’s a god up there
Something above
God, shine your light down here
Shine on the love
Love of the loveless

Don’t have too many friends
Never felt at home
Always been my own man
Pretty much alone
I know how to get through
And when push comes to shove
I got something that you need
I got the love
Love of the loveless

All around you people walking
Empty hearts and voices talking
Looking for and finding
Nothing

Don’t got a lot of time
Don’t really care
Not selling anything
Buyer beware
If there’s a god up there
Something above
God, shine your light down here
Shine on the love
Love of the loveless

Don’t got a lot of time
Don’t give a damn
Don’t tell me what to do
I am the man
Love of the loveless

. . .


I like a girl with a dirty mouth
Someone that I can believe
We had a window, not open too long
But that time is good and gone

And if I ever see her again
Just walking by with some new guy
I know that we will need to pretend
And hope our eyes keep telling lies

Sit on the back porch and wonder ‘bout her
What is she doing right now?
Making somebody a happier man
Dying her hair back to brown

Once in a while your life gets so good
Worth all the trouble of the past
That was the case but I think I always knew
Good things don’t ever last

And if I ever see her again
Just walking by with some new guy
I know that we will need to pretend
And hope our eyes keep telling lies

I like a girl with a dirty mouth
Know that I can trust her
We had our time but it didn’t last too long
And that time is good and gone
That time is good and gone

. . .


Not gonna be alright
No, I'm not gonna be alright
nothin' is alright now
not gonna see the sun come up
when i'm goin' down
'cause everyday i'm here
all i feel is sheer
agony

Friends tellin' me
that maybe i need
some pychiatric help
yeah, they're always so quick to tell you
just how to get over it

I look into the mirror
and all i see is age fear
and agony

If i could just remember what it was like
when i was younger
oh, the joy and happiness
replaced with hunger

and all i've got to show
for the seeds that didn't grow
is agony

. . .


They told me that I couldn’t come back here again
Took me for some kind of fool
Said I was doing things that never should be done
But I don’t care about their rules

As if I cared ‘bout the little minds
In the little heads of the herd
There’s nothing you could dream
Would be more absurd

And everybody knows these are rock hard times
I gotta make it through
These are rock hard times

I don’t know what it is they’re trying to do to me
Make me into some sick joke
But no one’s laughing
And least of all not me
It’s hard to laugh as you choke

Hollywood lies piled up to the sky
Floating your way soon
Hope you like the rotten stench of doom

And everybody knows these are rock hard times
I gotta make it through
These are rock hard times

I don’t know what it is they think I’m gonna try
They don’t know what they need to fear
The surest sign that the end is coming soon
Is right there in the bathroom mirror

Everybody knows these are rock hard times
I gotta make it through
These are rock hard times
These are rock hard times

. . .


Life goes on
Nothing is new
Judge made it clear
I can’t be near you
Everybody knows that I’m not a violent man
Just someone who knows he’s in love

I made mistakes
Everyone does
Don’t know why I did
I guess just because
No one gets through to me the way that you do
Now I know I’m in love

Baby, it’s a little much
To never touch you
When I know I’ll never
Find another love like this

Life goes on
Nothing is new
Passing the days
Thinking ‘bout you
Everybody knows that I’m not a violent man
Just someone who knows he’s in love

. . .


I am a lone wolf
I always was and will be
I feel fine, I am resigned to this
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf

Got my cares
Wrapped up all nice and neat
In my suitcase
I’ll take it down the street
To a place with plenty of space for me
I am a lone wolf

I am a lone wolf
It blows my mind
That people wanna try to get inside my tired head
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf

I am a lone wolf
Nobody needs to get too close to me
You’ll only see this truth
I am a lone wolf

. . .


I was wrong about Bobby
I admit he’s not the dumbest angry, young nitwit
No he can cut it with the best
And you’d better get out of his way

His girlfriend keeps him living in
A world where fear will always win
And if you see him out tonight
Well, you’d better get out of his way

You gotta give it up for the new modern man
He’s gonna have a ball
Give it all that he can

Someday he’s gonna show us all, I bet
Out in the sun while we’re all soaking wet
If it’s a dry life that you want
Then you’d better get out of his way

You gotta give it up for the new modern man
He’s gonna have a ball
Give it all that he can

I was wrong about Bobby, don’t you know
He’s had it tough and he had to make a go
But if he doesn’t stop fucking with me
Well, he’d better get out of my way
Yeah, he’d better get out of my way
He’d better get out of my way

. . .


Daisy
I never thought I’d go
Crazy
But I never thought you so
Until now that I see
All the crazy things you’re doing
Why you wanna ruin it
And me?

Counting numbered days

Lately
I think you know it’s true
That’s it
It’s all over, I’m through
For a while we can smile
For the people that we’re passing
And even if they’re asking
We can lie

Counting numbered days

Looks like the sun is gonna set
Know that there’s nothing I regret
All the things that I learned
Well, I’d like to think I earned it
No need to go and burn it down now

Counting numbered days
Counting numbered days

. . .


Let’s go down to the fashion show
With all the pretty people that you don’t know
We’ll sit down in the velvet chairs
They’ll hand awards out for best hair
And if we don’t win one, well, then
We’ll blow off our heads in despair
We’ll blow off our heads in despair

I smell magic in the room
Flashing lights and sonic booms
Lovely saps all without a care
Nobody said that the world was fair
And if they did say so, well, then
We’ll blow off our heads in despair
We’ll blow off our heads in despair

Let’s go down to the fashion show
With all the pretty people and piles of blow
We’ll sit down in the velvet chairs
And hang on tight to our bus fare
And if it falls between the seats
We’ll blow off our heads in despair
We’ll blow off our heads in despair

. . .


Woke up with a bang
And a bug on your face
It crawled in your mouth
And gave you a taste of
The good life you left behind
But I think you’re gonna be fine

Somebody loves you
And you’re gonna make it through

This nagging malaise
Is more than a phase
It feels like a job
But no boss ever pays you to lay there
And think how you’ll die
While the tears start to well in your eyes

Somebody loves you
And you’re gonna make it through

One more Saturday
All alone through the night
You’ve got to be sure
When you turn out that light
That it’s going to turn on again
You’ve got to be your good friend

Somebody loves you
And you’re gonna make it through

. . .


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