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The Jesus and Mary Chain
The Jesus and Mary Chain


Информация
Откуда East Kilbride, Greater Glasgow, Scotland, UK
Жанры Indie Rock
Alternative Rock
Noise Pop
Post-punk
Shoegaze
Годы 1983—1999
Лейблы Creation Records
Sub Pop
American Recordings
См. также Primal Scream
Freeheat
Lazycame
Black Box Recorder
Lush
Сайт Website
Состав
Jim Reid
William Reid
Loz Colbert
Mark Crozer
Phil King
Бывшие участники
Bobby Gillespie
Barry Blackler
Murray Dalglish
Dave Evans
Lincoln Fong
Douglas Hart
Martin Hewes
Ben Lurie
Steve Monti
John Moore
Matthew Parkin
James Pinker
Nick Sanderson
Richard Thomas



Альбом The Jesus and Mary Chain


The Sound of Speed (1993)
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I've got syphilitic hetero friends in every part of town
I don't hate them but I know them I don't want them hanging around
I won't roll my bones for every little girl who gets on down
I got space and space got me I should be selling it by the pound
Ever since I heard the voice I thought I had no choice but then I kissed her
I don't mind if I get broken I don't mind if I get fixed
I don't mind if I'm not spoken I don't mind if I get kicks
If I wake up dead I'll wake up just like any other day
And the photographs of god I bought have almost fade away
Everything just passes by I thought it always would but then I kissed her

. . .


I wanna die just like jesus christ
I wanna die on a bed of spikes
I wanna die come see paradise
I wanna die just like jesus christ
I wanna die just like J.F.K.
I wanna die on a sunny day
I wanna die just like J.F.K.
I wanna die in the U.S.A.
I wanna die
I wanna die

I wouldn't sell my soul
But I'd hang for this
I gotta get my goal
Cause I'd hang for this

. . .


If I could live for 100 years
Still I couldn't understand my fears
Never had the time or an easy ride
Kicking up the noise of a suicide
And I see the heat coming down
Heat coming round feels like I'm coming on
Seen what I've seen and it's gone
But I don't know
But I don't know
Yeah I don't know
Tell me what you're saying
All these things I've been praying
Tell me what you're saying
All these things I've been praying
Tell me what you're saying
All these things I've been praying
Tell me what you're saying
All these things I've been praying

. . .


Little skinny girl she's doing it for the first time
Little skinny girl she's doing it and it feels fine
She's taking hold and I'm holding on
Holding on and my sense is gone
I got it you got it she's got it
She's taking hold of her sins now
For the first time
Well she's been told about sins now
But it feels fine
She's taking hold and I'm holding on
Holding on and my sense is gone
I got it you got it she's got it

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Why'd you care why'd you want me there
Why'd you sin why did you let me in
I got no shoes I've always got the blues
I gave myself to drink and drugs and filth
Why'd you care why'd you want me there
I see the gloom and doom in every room
You see the light in every darkened night
So why'd you care why'd you want me there
Why did you sin why'd you let me in
Why'd you want me babe
Why? Why? Why? Why?

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Do what you want take what you need
Leave me in awe give me some speed
Don't want your soul don't want your hole
I need to look up I got to stay up
Don't come down don't you get down
Don't want your life don't be my wife
Don't make me dream I got to believe
Don't come down don't you get down

. . .


Well I quit my job down at the carwash
Left my mother a goodbye note
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
Hitchiked all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks went hunting at nights
Just looking for a place to play
Well I thought my picking would set them on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitarman

Well I nearly starved to death down in Memphis
I run out of money and luck
So I bummed me a ride down to Mecon, Georgia
On an overloaded poultry truck
Thumbed on down to Panama City
Started picking at some of them all night bars
Hoping I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar
Got the same old story the moment I'd appear
There ain't room around here for a guitarman
Don't need a guitarman son

So I slept in the hobo jungles
I roamed thousand miles of track
Till I find myself in Mobile, Alabama
At a club they call Big Jacks
A little four piece band was jamming
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed em what a band would sound like
With a swinging little guitarman

Show em son

If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
Find yourself down around Mobile
Make it on out to a club called Jacks
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance floor
Digging the finest little five piece group
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's leading that five piece band
Wouldn't you know it's that swinging little guitarman

"he was a degenerates degenerate"

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You're in my house you're in my face
You made me hate the human race
I got it good I got it strong
I got it down where it belongs
Aw it's sick and oh it's sad
I think you're something I can't have
Penetrate the happy place you got me crawling on my face
Come fly with me come lie with me come die with me
And we could kiss with tongues
I've got no place to go you've got no place to go
Aw it's sick and oh it's sad
I think you're something I can't have
To my head you're going to my head
All the things you said
All the things you swore
Are going to my head

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Kid's got something keeps it well hid
One of these days I'm gonna shake off the lid
Dig beneath the dirt maybe scrape beneath the skin
It's getting so bad I think I'd die to get in her
Sometimes you just can't get enough
I got the feeling that I've been here before
I'm on my knees and I'm kissing the floor
I got the feeling that I've crashed in a car
I got the feeling aw babe you're a star
And you understand
Sometimes you just can't get enough

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If that phones keep ringing
I'm gonna lose some cool
I'm in my closet and I'm okay
Leave me in peaceful abject misery

I'm a young man now but
There's an old man on my back
As he gets stronger I get weak
Someday soon he'll take the place of me

If that scum keeps rising
I'm gonna jump this ship
Tell me where did it go wrong
I can't fix it I'll just sing my song

You can deride and mock me
That's been done before
I won't get on my knees for you
I won't be a record business whore

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The look behind your eyes
Conceals a thin disguise
If pleasure is my prize
There's pain in paradise
She makes the rivers flow
She looks into my soul
Destruction sets us free
From this forbidden tree
So I don't care
Don't say that I don't care
But you just made me aware
I don't care
Heaven's open gate the Devil's silver eyes
A look that seals my fate
Destruction is my prize

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Give me penetration
Take it to the sky
Give me penetration honey take it till I die
Take it till it breaks my spine
Take it anyway, I don't care anyway
Kick it back till it breaks my spine
Give me penetration

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I got sunshine
On a cloudy day
When it's cold outside
I've got the month of May

I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way
My girl (my girl)
Talking 'bout (my girl) my girl

I've got so much honey the bees they envy me
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees

Well, I guess you'll say
What could make me feel this way
My girl (my girl)
I'm talking 'bout (my girl) my girl

A hey, hey, hey
A hey, hey, hey

I don't need no money that * ? *
I've got all the riches one man could take

I guess you'll say
What could make me feel this way
My girl (my girl)
I'm talking 'bout (my girl) my girl

I got sunshine on a cloudy day
I even got the month of May, hey
I got, I got what she
A hey hey hey
Talking 'bout my girl

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Well my friends are gone, my hair is grey
And I ache in all the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love, but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song

I said to Hank Williams, "how lonely does it get?"
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
A one hundred floors above me in the, in the tower of song

Come on

I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty seven angels from the great beyond
They tied me to this table right here in the tower of song

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry baby doesn't look like me at all
And I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
They don't let a woman kill you, not in the tower of song

Come on

Now you can say that I've grown bitter, hut of this you maybe sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I maybe wrong
You see I hear these funny voices in the tower of song

Now I bid you farewell I don't know when I'll be back
They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from my window in the tower of song

Come on

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I am the little red rooster, too lazy to crow for days
I am the little red rooster, too lazy to crow for days
Keep everything in the farmyard upset in every way

Dogs begin to bark now, hounds begin to howl
Dogs begin to bark now, hounds begin to howl
Watch out strange cat people
Little red rooster's on the prowl

If you see my little red rooster, please drive him home
If you see my little red rooster, please drive him home
Ain't had no peace in the farmyard
Since my little red rooster's been gone

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Time to turn completely
To that something I despise
I don't need no easy piece
With that something in her eyes
Something's cracking inside
Something cracks and leaves me cold and weary
Something's cracking inside
And then I make my start and then it's running to me
And I know what it takes to break a man completely
And I know about the taste of pain
And now it's burning through me
And I know
And I see
And I know what it takes to break a man
Time to turn completely

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I've got too many troubles
Stains on my body and soul
I could run keep on running
Stains and they're starting to show
I could give it up and never lose control
She looks good when she's on it
Health shining out of her face
I think she could be on it
Talking like she's just had a taste
I could give her up and never lose control
I can't stand this compromise
Going down slow I'm hypnotised
Just can't shake this messed up scene
Doing it good on a 3D screen
Help me please cause I don't know
Just no way to save my soul
Deviant Slice

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Don't know when I'm down
Don't know what I've found
My head is dancing
Come out the backseat
Feel that same old weight
Just don't feel the same
Feel just like a coloured corner
Think it's gonna stay

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you've finally found
your health was fine
it's strapped inside your skin
you want to leave
but you believe
you won't get back again
you only know
you have to go
this feeling you can't deny
you try and try
you die and die
you're stuck on your own now

reverberation
reverberation

you find ?
it doesn't cease
this deadly irritation
you catch a lie
you stare behind
you're sick with fermentation
you hold your thoughts
your mind is caught
your fixed with fascination
you think you'll die
but can't rely
it's back with devistation

reverberation
reverberation

?

come on

you start to swirl
the downward curl
catches up your feels
?
comes home to you
and downs inside your ?
you start to fight
against a knife
that swings inside your mind
there's something black
that bounces back
and grabs you from behind

reverberation
reverberation

. . .


Chilled to the bone and five miles to home
I'm messing in the dark and feeling all alone
I got ice in my fire got the heat in my wire
Inject a little heat I'm burning up the tyres
Sidewalking
Talking like I'm on and I'm the only one
I'm making like I'm done and staring like a gun
Sidewalking
And I got to get a car
And I got to get a ride
Gotta get a car
Got jesus on my side
Messing in the dark and walking all alone in
The streets
Know just where I'm going
Sidewalking
Chilled to the bone
Hotwired heat all the way home

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