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Pavement
Pavement


Информация
Откуда Stockton, California, United States
Жанры Alternative Rock
Lo-Fi
Indie Rock
Годы 1989—н.в.
Лейблы Domino Records
Matador Records
Big Cat Records
Drag City
См. также Sonic Youth
The Crust Brothers
Ectoslavia
Free Kitten
Gary Young's Hospital
Marble Valley
Spiral Stairs
Preston School of Industry
Silver Jews
Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks
Состав
Mark Ibold
Stephen Malkmus
Bob Nastanovich
Scott Kannberg
Steve West
Бывшие участники
Gary Young
Jason Fawkes



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Альбом Pavement


Wowee Zowee (1995)
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There is no castration fear
In a chair
You will be
With me
We'll dance
We'll dance
We'll dance
We'll dance...

But no one will dance with us
In this zany town
Chim chim chim sing a song of praise
For your elders
They're in the back

Pick out some Brazilian nuts for your engagement
Check that expiration date man it's later than you think
You can't enjoy yourself, I can't enjoy myself
You can't enjoy yourself, I can't enjoy myself
Move that swing and watch it break straight like an arc
But I won't be there to leave you
Uhh, uhh, uhh
'Cause I don't have a clue anymore

Maybe we can dance
Maybe we can dance
Maybe we can dance together?
Together, together, together
First time you see and then you'll be
Five times forever and you never get lost


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Oh, that I could bend my tongue outwards
Leave your lungs hurting
Tuckin' my shirt in
Pants I wear so well
Cross your t's shirt smells
Worse than your lyin'
Caught my dad cryin'
Loose like the wind
From the rough we get par
Sleet city woman
Waiting to spar

I'm Drowning for your thirst
Drowning for your thirst
Drowning for your thirst
Drowning for your thirst

Getting off the candelabra
We call her Barbara
Breeding like larva
She rabble rousing
Dental surf combat
Get out those hard-hats
And sing us some skat
Blade gushers gush
Chained and perfumed
I don't need a minister to call me a groom

But I'm rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush

Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)

Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)

Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)

Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)


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Sunday drive past your own hall of fame
It's closed on week days shut for good
You've got no one when you're talking
Thoughts like rattlesnakes were walking
No one has a clue

The party's shot
The thin caught fault line dancing across the frigid air shack
The spastic rats, the criminals chat

Count to ten and read until the lights begin to
Bleed lights until you actually see the rays
And your thoughts then start to turn and
Those lessons that you're learning
No one has a clue

The gauzy thoughts of the sturdy Scots
Wrestle with the elements up on the trail high
I need to know where does it go
How do I get there and what will I find

Fun for the summertime blues (x3)


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It's so funny we went right down to the store
We got the money so we'll put you down

We got the money, we got the money, we got the money, ho
We got the money, we got money, we got the money now

And we won't even let you, ho


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Doctors leaving for the holiday season
Got crystal ice picks no gift for the gab
And in the parking lots
Is the sedan he bought
He never complains when it's hot

He fowled a swollen daughter in a sauna
Playing contract bridge
There soaking up the fauna doing blotters
I don't know which, which, which
Boys are dying on the streets

I know the medical world could knock you out
Sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday
Dine by candlelight and hold your savings tight
You'll never know when the bridge falls apart
Hespoke of latent causes, sterile gauze's and
The bedside morale
He trapes around the table talking sentences so incomplete
Boys are dying on these streets


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Frequently called numbers
Snowing when you slumber
Everyone knows you do
Why won't you admit it
Screw you
And take it off

Force fed integration from the corporation
I don't need this corporation attitude

I believe
I will never leave
Your serpentine pad

Happy you wake up
Better ask the grown ups
If they have or if they would
Leave them and they leave on the lights
Think it might be another thing that
I don't want to know but I don't know if I should
If I could or if I would anyway

I believe
I will never leave
Your serpentine pad


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I traced my family line
It ends up with a wave of passing grain of days
Forgetting she's away

Here's the straight and narrow
Rock my wheelbarrow
And it's filled with the lies and the dirt and the hurt
But I won't need someone to let me be
I won't need someone to let me be

I bought the cotton threads
And the voice could soothe your captivate your senses
Like a ginger ale rain

Those who got the marrow curse the tainted pharaohs
Take off expect fun you might learn how it runs
But I won't need someone to let me be

No I won't need someone to let me be
No I won't need someone to let me be
No I won't need someone to let me go, let me be


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Rotten device, I'll say it twice
I'm too much I'm too much comforted here
Costs too much too much, we'll leave you
Everywhere eyes, nowhere to die
No place to shove your sharpened heel
I'm looking looking for a tired face
In case you wanted to go
I know, I'm breathing in to the end

Calling the bluffs, talking so tough
Goodbye to the ugly steeple fear
Good times for ever after
I'm just a man
You see who I am
I'm binding my hooks
And open the books
Dirty black hearts
Angel of corpus christi
You're so misty, tell me what I want to hear
I know I'm reeling in
I know I'm reeling in
To the end
To the end
To the end
To the end
I know I'll never know
I know I'll never know


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The expedition has fifty girls
Forty roses I need blood
Making way, way far away
Where you stay where you play
Where do you play

Can you say what you need when you really need it
Are you gonna feed it
Lady I know you don't
Need a license for your petty petty crimes

Around the circle luxury is so tough
So tough enough
So tough enough
I'm not tough enough
Tonight we interact like separate worlds
Smoking mary as you curl
Saw you curl


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??? liar

i can see, i can see, i can see, i can see
???? ah come on, let's go
i can see, i can see, i can see, i can see

yeah baby i've lost ???

??
i can see, i can see, i can see, i can see
everybody looks like
i can see, i can see, i can see, i can see
when you lay that down with an eight-eight track, everybody laughs
but they don't know what you're sayin'
i can see, i can see, i can see, i can see
??? i guess if not...
i can see, i can see, i can see, i can see

keep it under your best friend's arms [x9]
keep it under


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Come on in

Grave architecture
Grave architecture

Walk the marble malls
The monuments to those who fall
And it's a pocket lesson narco shelve it
Strip the crip and the others erupt
And the hood so rad and I'm fucking glad
Glad to see that I know what it means
It takes a lot

Grave architecture
Grave architecture

Stroll past the strip
Is it old, am I chipped
Am I just a phantom waiting to be ripped
Around on shady ground
And the lampshades poised on the overwhelmed
Crooks they need the talent to breed
It takes a lot

It takes a locksmith baby to push you off
And I'm pushing you back
It takes a locksmith baby to push you off


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Maybe someone's going to save me
My heart is made of gravy
And the laps I swim
From lunatics don't count
Open up your stockings
Pull out the things you never wanted
From room service calls
Room service calls

Open up your hands
And let me see the things you keep in there
I don't want to split up fifty/fifty
That's the way we do it in this rose town
I've got all the glory in the world
I hope it doesn't floor you before you go
Room service calls
In the random falls

Go!
Whenever, Whenever I feel fine
I'm going to walk away from all this all that
Groovy groovy kitty you little little pity
With your slip shag watching back
You skinny skinny people don't like that
When you con them

Spell me
Spritzer on ice in New York City
Isn't it a pity
You never had anything to mix with that
Listen to the tender
Behind the open chest in the hall
Room service calls

I'm blue green and cream and blue
Whenever I feel fine
I'll walk the plank for you
In the dark of the capi-federal
Jacob, Jacob Javits I'd like to thank you for everything
Primarily your glass house
Levis, Guess
Distorted ghosts
One, two, three, four
Whoahhh ohh ohh, Whoahhh ohh ohh


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Child, don't you know
I don't want to let you go
Child, don't you know
That I don't want to let you
I don't want to let you (x9)

Styles, they come and go
I'm not gonna let you go
Styles, they come and go
I'm not gonna let you (x9)


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Look up to people so tall to you
I can't so I won't stand
Up chuck break luck
Look for the splinters
You might see where they come out
Go down sweet Yardley
I won't let you fall down
Sweet Yardley
I won't let you fall down
Here now

God damn the guts and the gore
Nobody's crying cause there's no one to score for
Come up sweet Randy
I won't let you fall
What you gotta lose
What you gotta prove
Who you gonna screw
Down here now, here now
I am here now
I am here now

Your life is selected
To come
Waiting for the amelioration
Generation, fight this generation
Fight this generation (x17)
Stop right


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Hold on tight she wears the suit
It's got four stars in the sky
It's still forbidden to excuse
That little look in your eye
I was busted in my gut that time
That time I said I know it's true

Why didn't I ask (x4)

Can't believe she's married to rope
I would've turned down the light
Was she always marked by fear
Doesn't make it all right
I wanted to stay there
But you know I needed you more than that

Why didn't I ask (x4)

Why didn't I ask (x8)


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One trial down in Spanos County
They always turn up to watch them fall
And the hands they bind you
They bind you like you want to be broken
But the land it's coming up gold and silver streaks

When you hit sand
You can buy sand
And gross land
Don't say what to make them fear

Jacob you move up my wrists
Jacob you move up my wrists
Jacob you move
When you move you don't move


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Canyon bro
your life is quirked
dream about the witch trials
you get all too
lies peppered in your forecast
Beneath the shady mezzanine
keep it when you wanna be loved
July fourth
Raging fortune
dream about the witch trials
send in the romance of people with their dreadlocks
tied (timed) like windshields in the night
keep it when you wanna be loved
I keep my head on for pretty jades (?)
I keep my head up for ships and shapes
I keep my head up for richie rays (?)
I keep my head up for gitty rays
Allez! Allez! Allez! Allez! Allez! Allez!


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Your western homes are locked forever
The new frontier is not that near
Magnetic screens that hold them back
Will only bring you years of fear

This is what I always wanted
A new home a place to breed
Bring your congregation Sunday
And you'll never ever leave

I can't see what I want to see
I can't see what I want to see


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