Альбом Grinderman

I've gotta get up to get down and start all over again
Head on down to the basement and shout
Kick those white mice and black dogs out
Kick those white mice and baboons out
Kick those baboons and other motherfuckers out
And get it on get it on
On the day that you got born

They had to dig him from the ground
They chipped him from the frozen snow
They dug his monkey fingers
But he had no where to go
They dug his pink hair curlers
They dug his sequined gown
They dug his Stratocaster
They dug his pornographic crown
He's got some words of wisdom!
I got some words of wisdom!
He's got some words of wisdom!
I got some words of wisdom!

Get it on!
Get it on!
On the day that
You got born!

He crawled out of the ooze
He defied evolution
He had green flippers and sang the blues
He caused a revolution
He got in the British weeklies
He got in the dailies too
He drank panther piss and fucked the girls you're probably married to
He's got some words of wisdom!
I got some words of wisdom!
He's got some words of wisdom!
I got some words of wisdom!

Get it on!
Get it on!
On the day that
You got born!

You gotta do The Vaughan (do The Vaughan!)
Yeah, papa's down (papa's down!)
Sweets is sweet (sweets is sweet!)
Tex is on (tex is on!)

Then one day he went away
His neighbour claimed he'd shot him
If he hadn't of disappeared
The Taxman would have got him
Yeah but before I leave
I call out from the storm
For those who gave their lives
so we could get it on!

Get it on!
Get it on!
On the day that
You got born!

Get it on!
Get it on!
Get it on!
Get it on!

My face is finished
my body's gone
and I can't help but think
standin' up here in all this applause
and gazin' down at all the young and the beautiful
with their questioning eyes
that I must above all things love myself
that I must above all things love myself
that I must above all things love myself

I saw a girl in the crowd
I ran over I shouted out
I asked if I could take her out
but she said that she didn't want to

I changed the sheets on my bed
I combed my hair across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
that she just didn't want to

I read her (don't know) and I read her Yeats
I tried my best to stay up late
I fixed the hinges on her gate
but still she just never wanted to

I bought her a dozen snow white doves
I did auditions(?) in rubber gloves
I called her honey bee, I called her love
but she just still didn't want to
she just never wants to
Damn!

I sent her every type of flower
I played the guitar by the hour
I padded her revolted little (don't know)
but still she just didn't want to

I wrote a song with 100 lines
I picked a bunch of dandelions
I walked her through the trembling pines
but she just even then didn't want to
she just never wants to

I thought I'd try another 'tack
I'd drink a liter of cognac
I threw up down her back
but she just laughed and said she just didn't want to

I thought I'd have another go
I called her my little ho
I felt like (don't know) soul must feel when
she said that she just never wanted to
she just didn't want to

I got the no pussy blues (rep.)

Seems I was wrong with the flowers...

Don't the stars look good tonight
Thought Electric Alice
In the pale moonlight

Don't the moon look big and bright
Thought Electric Alice
In the pale moonlight

I think I hear a baby cry
Thought Electric Alice as she passed by
Makes me feel like I'm a little child again
Thought Electric Alice in the silver rain

I'm the grinderman
In the silver rain
In the pale moonlight
I am open late
Yes I'm the grinderman
Seven days a week
In the pale moonlight
In the silver rain
I'm the grinderman
Any way I can
In the silver rain
In the pale moonlight
I'm the grinderman
Yes I am
In the silver rain
In the pale moonlight
I'm open late
Yes I'm the grinderman
Yes I am
In the silver rain
In the pale moonlight
I am open late
Yes I'm the grinderman
Yes I am
Yes I am anyway I can

I entered the room and the canned laughter
Ethel was angled across some dude's knee
I offered to clothe her to feed and to bath her
If she'd just give me a little exclusivity
Depth Charge Ethel is something special
Yeah Depth Charge Ethel is special to me

Ethel is a woman that a river runs through
She is famous throughout the land
People come and bathe in her, yeah, you know, I do
But lately its been getting right out of hand
Yeah Depth Charge Ethel is something special
Yeah Depth Charge Ethel is something special to me

To kiss Ethel is like drinking the stars
To not kiss her can make you come unglued
So if you want a piece of her you better get in there fast
Right now there is a ticket box and a queue
Depth Charge Ethel is something special
Depth Charge Ethel is something special to me

Depth Charge Ethel thinks we should all just take a chance
We should all love one another, it could be special
I'm in the back of a taxicab with ants in my pants
(I can't sit still) I know there gonna send me
Depth Charge Ethel is something special
She's something special she's heavy metal

We done our thing
We have evolved
We're up on our hind legs
The problem solved
We are artists
We are mathematicians
Some of us hold extremely high positions
But we are tired
We're hardly breathing
And we're free
Go tell the women that we're leaving

We're sick and tired
Of all this self-serving grieving
All we wanted was a little consensual rape in the afternoon
And maybe a bit more in the evening
We are scientists
We do genetics
We leave religion
To the psychos and fanatics
But we are tired
We got nothing to believe in
We are lost
Go tell the women that we're leaving

We done our thing
We're hip to the sound
Of six billion people
Going down
We are magicians
We are deceiving
We are free and we're lost
Go tell the women that we're leaving

Hey hey
Hey hey
Come on back now to the fray
Hey hey
Hey hey
Come on back now to the fray
Hey hey
Hey hey

I saw you walkin' down on the street
I called out from my window but you didn't hear me
I lay down and I tried to sleep
I waited for you to walk on by again
I don't need you to set me free
I don't want you to set me free

Well every time I see you, I get sick
And every time I think of you, well I get sick
And every time I dream of you, well I get sick
And every time I cry for you, well I get sick
I don't want you to set me free
I don't need you to set me free

I don't want you to set me free
I just need you to set me free
I don't want you to set me free
I just need you to set me free
Alright come on Grinderman!
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free

1 2 3 4

Mad mullahs and dirty bombs
Alert the coastal command
Ack-ack positions everyone
She's my honey bee and here she comes
Cancer rabies SARS
Hairy beards and hurtling stars
Won't somebody touch me?
Won't somebody touch me?
Honey bee lets fly to Mars
Buzz buszz buzz

There's a kid laying on the lawn
The neighbours on the telephone
The dispatcher asks "What's going on?"
"Please Sir, what's going on?"
The kid is laying on the lawn
He's been giving me shit for years
He rides his bike across my lawn
Now he's laying on the lawn
Won't somebody touch me?
O someone please touch me!
Honey bee lets fly to Mars
Buzz buzz buzz Ba baba ba ba ba Wo!

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba!

Scud missiles Asian flu
The easily offended
We are the undefended
We are the undefended
Won't somebody touch us
There's a virus come to town
Won't somebody give me a kiss
He's been giving me shit for years
Honey bee lets fly to Mars
Buzz Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Honey bee Honey bee!

My daddy was an astronaut
That's what I was often taught
My daddy went away to soon
Now he's living on the moon
Hang on to me people we're going down
Down among the fishes in an absence of sound
It's the presence of distance and it's floating in time
It's lack and it's longing and it's not very kind
Sitting here scratching in this rented room
Scratching and atapping to the man in the moon
About all the things that I've been taught
My daddy was an astronaut

When my love comes down won't it meet you
When my love comes down won't it meet you again

Your mouth is a hologram made of spiders bones
Your fingers little soldiers drumming on their way back home
I thought I saw a thundercloud on the avenue
Lightning rattled though the streets that little storm was you

When my love comes down won't it meet you
When my love comes down won't it meet you again

Your skin is like the falling snow, your hair is like the rising sun
Your tongue is like Kalashnikov or some other foreign gun
I see you standing there way down upon the street
You're marching victorious with your banners of defeat

O when my love comes down won't it meet you
O when my love comes down won't it meet you again

C'mon
I read the book from back to front
It made a deep impression
Twenty thousand pages baby
I hoped for some direction
I stood before the mirror
I stared at my reflection
I'd almost disappeared
And I made no impression
I went down to my baby's house
And I sat down on the step
Said 2000 years of Christian history baby
And you ain't learned to love me yet
My baby looked me in the eye
My nails were bitten to the quick
She said you used to love me all night long
But you've gotten so thin and sick
I'm gonna send you a love bomb
I'm gonna send you a love bomb
I read that book from back to front
Looking for some inspiration
I'd been listening to the radio
Trying to find some self expression
I been listening to the woman's hour
I been listening to Gardeners Question Time
But every thing I try to grow
I can't even grow a dandelion
I've been watching the MTV
I've been watching the BBC
And I've been searching on the Internet
And I'm getting so thin and sick
I'm gonna send you a love bomb
I'm gonna send you a love bomb
I went to my baby's house
And I sat down on the step
Yeah I went down to my baby's house
And I lay down on the step
She said what are you doing here
I said I been trying to make some sense
But every action that I take
Is of absolutely no fucking consequence
My baby said you can sit there
She reached down with her fingers
Her fingers went right through me
(I screamed my head off)
I was so thin and sick
I'm gonna send you a love bomb
I'm gonna send you a love bomb