Music World
 
Исполнители:
 
 
 
English versionSwitch to English 
Spinal Tap
Spinal Tap




Альбом Spinal Tap


This Is Spinal Tap (02.03.1984)
02.03.1984
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
*
Christmas With The Devil (2000 CD bonus track)
. . .



The window's dirty, the mattress stinks
This ain't no place to be a man
I ain't got no future, ain't got no past
And I don't think I ever can

The floor is filthy, the walls are thin
The wind is howling in my face
The rats are peeling, i'm losing ground
Can't seem to join the human race

I'm living in a hellhole
Don't want to stay in this hellhole
Don't want to die in this hellhole
Girl, get me out of this hellhole

I rode the jetstream, I hit the top
I'm eating steak and lobster tails
The sauna's drafty, the pool's too hot
The kitchen stinks of boiling snails

The taxman's coming, the butler quit
This ain't a way to be a man
I'm going back to where I started
I'm flashing back into my pan

Yeah, that's what i'm doing
Right now

It's better in a hellhole
You know where you stand in a hellhole
Folks lend a hand in a hellhole
Girl, get me back to my hellhole


. . .



Little girl, it's a great big world
But there's only one of me
You can't touch, 'cause I cost too much
But tonight i'm gonna rock you (tonight i'm gonna rock you)
Tonight i'm gonna rock you (tonight i'm gonna rock you)
Tonight

You're sweet, but you're just four feet
And you still got your baby teeth
You're too young and i'm too well hung
Tonight i'm gonna rock you (tonight i'm gonna rock you)
Tonight i'm gonna rock you (tonight i'm gonna rock you)
Tonight

You're hot, you take all we got
Not a dry seat in the house
Next day we'll be on our way
But tonight i'm gonna rock you (tonight i'm gonna rock you)
Tonight i'm gonna rock you (tonight i'm gonna rock you)
Tonight

Little girl, it's a great big world
But there's only one of me


. . .



No light fantastic ever crosses my mind
That meditation stuff can make you go blind
Just crank that volume to the point of pain
Why waste good music on a brain

Heavy (heavy) duty (duty)
Heavy duty rock 'n' roll
Heavy (heavy) duty (duty)
Brings out the duty in my soul

I see you dancing there in front of the band
You're playing your solos with no guitar in your hands
I don't call no punches, I wouldn't waste your time
And just 'cos it pays, that ain't no crime

Heavy (heavy) duty (duty)
Heavy duty rock 'n' roll
Heavy (heavy) duty (duty)
Brings out the duty in my soul

I don't need a woman, I won't take me no wife
I got the rock 'n' roll and that'll be my life
No page in history baby, that I don't need
I just wanna make some eardrums bleed

Heavy (heavy) duty (duty)
Heavy duty rock 'n' roll
Heavy (heavy) duty (duty)
Brings out the duty in my soul


. . .



When there was darkness
And the void was king and ruled the elements
When there was silence and the hush was almost deafening
Out of the emptiness: salvation
Salvation, rhythm and light and sound

It was the rock 'n' roll creation
It was a terrible big bang
It was the ultimate mutation
Ying was searching for his yang
And he looked and he saw that it was good

When i'm alone beneath the stars and feeling insignificant
I turn within to see the forces that created me

I look to the stars and the answer is clear
I look in the mirror and see what I fear

It is the rock 'n' roll creation
It is the absolute rebirth
It is the rolling of the ocean
And the rocking of the earth
And I looked and I saw that it was good


. . .



We came like babies
From our home across the sea
To see america
And the people opened their arms
To welcome us
To america

We came like children
From a far and distant land
To see america
And the golden sun of freedom
Filtered down to us
In america

And the people stood and stared
Loved us more than we had dared-to
In america

Super highways here and there
Pretty women everywhere
Brady bunch and smokey bear

Buildings reaching to the sky
Afro-sheen and apple pie
P.t.a. and f.b.I.

The jumbo jet begins to rise
A joyful nation waves it's bye-byes

Each religion, race and creed
Gets exactly what they need
God bless johnny appleseed


. . .



Cups and cakes, cups and cakes
Oh what good things mother makes
You've got to take tea, won't you take it with me
What a gay time it will be

Cups and cakes, cups and cakes
Please make sure that nothing breaks
The china's so dear and treacle so clear
And i'm glad that you are here

Milk and sugar, bread and jam
Yes please, sir, and thank you ma'm
Here I am

Cups and cakes, cups and cakes
I'm so full my tummy aches
How sad it must end but i'm glad i've a friend
Sharing cups and cakes with me
And cakes with me.......


. . .



The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin'
That's what I said
The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read
My baby fits me like a flesh toxedu
I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom
Drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind

I met her on monday, it was my lucky bun day
You know what I mean
I love her each weekday, each velvety cheekday
You know what I mean
My lovegun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about mud flaps
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom
Drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind

My baby fits me like a flesh toxedu
I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom
Drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind


. . .



Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
Poking your hay

Scratching in your henhouse
Sniffing at your feedbag
Slipping out your backdoor
Leaving my spray

Sex farm woman
I'm gonna mow you down
Sex farm woman
I'll rake and mow you down
Sex farm woman
Don't you see my silo rising high, high, high

Working on a sex farm
Hosing down your barn door
Bothering your livestock
They know what I need

Working up a hot sweat
Creatching in your pea patch
Plowing through your beanfield
Planting my seed

Sex farm woman
I'll be your hired hand
Sex farm woman
I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman
Don't you feel my tractor rumbling by, by, by

Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
Poking your hay


. . .



In ancient times, hundreds of years before the dawn of history
Lived a strange race of people: the druids
No-one knows who they where or what they were doing
But their legacy remains, hewen into the living rock of stonehenge


. . .



Stop wasting my time
You know what I want
You know what I need
Or maybe you don't
Do I have to come right flat out and tell you everything

Gimme some money, gimme some money

I'm nobody's fool
I'm nobody's clown
I'm treating you cool
I'm putting you down
But baby, I don't intend to leave empty handed

Gimme some money, gimme some money

Gimme some money, gimme some money

Don't get me wrong (gimme some money)
Try getting me right (gimme some mooney)
Your face is ok
But your purse is too tight (gimme some money)
I'm looking for pound notes, loose change, bad checks, anything

Gimme some money, gimme some money
Gimme some money, gimme some money
Gimme some money, gimme some money
Gimme some money, gimme some money
Gimme some money, gimme some money


. . .



Listen, to what the flower people say
Listen, it's getting louder every day
Listen, it's like a bolt out of the blue
Listen, it could be calling out for you

Flower people, walk on by
Flower people, don't you cry
It's not too late (no)
It's not too late

Listen, it's like a Mozart symphony
Listen, it's something just for you and me
Listen, to what the flower people say
Listen, it's getting truer every day


. . .



The elves are dressed in leather
And the angels are in chains
(Christmas with the Devil)

The sugar plums are rancid
And the stockings are in flames
(Christmas with the Devil)

There's a demon in my belly
And a gremlin in my brain
There's someone up the chimney hole
And Satan is his name

The rats ate all the presents
And the reindeer ran away
(Christmas with the Devil)

There'll be no Father Christmas
'Cause it's Evils holiday
(Christmas with the Devil)

No bells in Hell
No snow below-
Silent Night, Violent Night

So come all ye unfaithful
Don't be left out in the cold
You don't need no invitation, no...
Your ticket is your soul


. . .


комментарии публикуются при поддержке Disqus



© 2011 Music World. Все права сохранены.