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Альбом Melvins



07.02.2000
1.
Smells Like Teen Spirit (feat. Leif Garrett)
2.
Blockbuster (feat. David Yow)
3.
Ramblin' Man (feat. Hank Williams III & Henry Bogdan)
4.
G.I. Joe (feat. Mike Patton)
5.
Mine Is No Disgrace (feat. Foetus)
6.
Spineless (feat. Skeleton Key)
7.
Divorced (feat. Tool)
8.
Dry Drunk (feat. David Yow & Godzik Pink)
9.
Okie From Muskogee (feat. Hank Williams III & Henry Bogdan)
10.
11.
Moon Pie (feat. Kevin Sharp)
. . .


Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yeah, Yay, Yay

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little (tribe) group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yeah, Yay, Yay

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

hello, hello, hello, how low?

With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
A denial
A denial
A denial...

. . .


(Jesus Lizard)

Your first mistake
Was to think
You could fuck with the ranch
Here I come, here I come
Tiny cock in my hand
Do you think you'd like to have
A blockbuster up your ass?
Do you think you'd like that?
Do ya, motherfucker?

We'll smash your eggs
And then your head
We'll nab your kids
Take out back on the deck
And barbeque their ribs
Throw their heads into your ivy,
Water them with piss
Do you think you'd like that?
Do ya, motherfucker?

. . .


I can settle dow-own and be doin' just fine
Til I hear an old train rollin' down the [Am] line
Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack
And if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow my [Am] stack
I love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me
He made a Ramblin' Man.
Some folks might sa-ay that I'm no good
That I wouldn't settle down if I could
But when that open ro-oad starts to callin' me
There's somethin' o'er the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes it's har-rd but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, He made a Ra-amblin' Man.
I love to see the tow-owns a-passin' by
And to ride these rails 'neath God's blue sky
Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea
'Cause that's the life I believe He meant for me
And when I'm go-one and at my grave you stand
Just say God called home your Ra-amblin' Man.

. . .


At easy, men
Your brain's in your palm again
Yay, yay
You'll do no harm, my friend
Yay, yay
Will you be my G.I. Joe?
In the boot camp of my soul
In my boots I've dugged a hole
And see I'm a P.O.W. whore
Bow my head and salute the crowd
Together we'll beat this redneck town
Pull the pin and blow me cold
Will you be my G.I. Joe?
Will you be my G.I. Joe?

You've blown mine
Stuck in his heart, yeah
Yay, yay
Don't think too long, my friend
Yay, yay
Yay
Ahaaahaa
Ahaaahaa
Shoot my eyes all full of lead
'cause my liver is thin like bread
And I faint when I see red
Without this camouflage I'm dead
Pull the pin and blow me cold
Will you be my G.I. Joe? (X7)

G.I. Joe
G.I. Joe
At easy, men
Your brain's in your palm again
Yay, yay
You'll do no harm, my friend
Yay, yay
Will you be my G.I. Joe?
In the boot camp of my soul
In my boots I've dugged a hole
And see I'm a P.O.W. whore
Bow my head and salute the crowd
Together we'll beat this redneck town
Pull the pin and blow me cold
Will you be my G.I. Joe?
Will you be my G.I. Joe?

You've blown mine
Stuck in his heart, yeah
Yay, yay
Don't think too long, my friend
Yay, yay
Yay
Ahaaahaa
Ahaaahaa
Shoot my eyes all full of lead
'cause my liver is thin like bread
And I faint when I see red
Without this camouflage I'm dead
Pull the pin and blow me cold
Will you be my G.I. Joe? (X7)

G.I. Joe
G.I. Joe

. . .


How does it feel
to take the blame
how does it feel
to be behind the drain
because you take what you can get and ask for more
you never get what you deserve
and that’s the score
remember that the life you save may be your own
but when you’re bankrupt you wont get another loan
I hope that you’ll accept my sympathy
but understand I gotta think its better him than me
it’s better him than me
a chain is just as strong as it’s weakest link
when you endure the strain it’s always later than you think
it’s later than you think
resign to a life of chronic cellibacy
with fond memories and cheap pornography
god forbid I ever wanted intamacy
no more, that out out of the door
god forbid I should feel
I know that ain’t real
but now I feel like I could rape a nun
and it’s always the first kiss that gets you drunk
that gets you drunk
so I keep a habit on her face
while I listen to that Yes song
Yours is no disgrace
mine is no disgrace
no, no disgrace
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
how does it feel
to fade away
how does it feel
to be beneath the train
the life diguised behind the backward mask
a little dignity is all I ask
many people cross the beach and leave no trace
well I’m hoping for my footprints to remain
I know that ain’t real
but now I feel like I could rape a nun
and it’s always the first kiss that gets you drunk
that gets you drunk
so I keep a habit on her face
while I listen to that Yes song
Yours is no disgrace
Mine is no disgrace
no, no disgrace
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
mine is no
mine is no disgrace
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
mine is no
mine is no disgrace.....

. . .


I'm made of clay
Anything you say
Will determine the shape I take
And look my way
A vast delay
Between love and hate
And I'll sit on the fence 'til I sense
What's appropriate

Because I'm spineless
Yes I'm spineless
And the only suit I'll get into
Is this

I'll betray
My friends and mates
And I'll laugh at the jokes of folks
Prepared to pay

Because I'm spineless
Yes I'm spineless
And the only suit I'll get into
Is this

The crowd comes in
So full of sin
And I'm a hit
So full of shit
My bones go soft
My mouth goes off
My hand goes out
Just watch me mould (3x)

I'm behind
Your your party line
But I'll step on a dime anytime

Because I'm spineless
Yes I'm spineless
And the only suit I'll get into
Is this
Yes I'm spineless
Yes I'm spineless
'cause I'm spineless
Completely spineless

. . .


Buzz: What about Ryan?
Maynard: No, he blew it, he lost the number for the girl he met down here.
Buzz: Oh,and Adam said she's a beauty.
Maynard: She's the one who has that fucked up voice.
Buzz: Is she a rocket scientist?
Maynard: The fuckin'...she has a voice like a fuckin' modem, dude!
Buzz: (laughs) Sounds perfect!
Maynard: (Immitates a chick with a voice like a modem sayin' some weird
gibberish...)[You have to hear it]
Buzz: (Laughs heavily)
Maynard: Then he got to work up there, you know Ryan gets off at work, I guess to show that he has a dick.
Buzz: (Laughs again)

. . .

Dry Drunk

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. . .


We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee
We don't take our trips on LSD
We don't our burn draft cards down on Main Street
We like living right and being free

We dont make a party out of loving
But we like holding hands and pitching wood
We dont let our hair grow long and shaggy
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do

Chorus:
I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee
A place here even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down at the court house
And white lightning's still the biggest thrill of all

Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear
Beads and roman sandals wont be seen
Football's still the roughest thing on campus
And the kids here still respect the college dean

(Chorus)

We still wave Old Glory down at the court house
In Muskogee Oklahoma USA

. . .


When his hand began laughing, it was Johnny open wide
The riddle still unsolved, smoke rings subside
Untied, unravelled, unthought, unsaid
The man with the laughing hand is dead

Shaking under Pedro's head, train-crushed legs and arms
Wicked, wicked hero, little wiggle arms
His shoes are desterted, the box is all alone
No voice is perverted by tuxedo or 'phone
Untied, unravelled, unthought, unsaid
The man with the laughing hand is dead

. . .

Moon Pie

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