Nimrod's Son

Live version of Nimrod's Son by the Pixies in 1986.


[ Lyrics: Nimrod's Son by The Pixies ]

One night upon my motorcycle through the desert spead
And smashed my body so that all my friends thought I was dead
My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head
"You are the son of a mother fucker"

One two three four

I shook all night and held her hand
Chocolate people well I'll be damned
Land of plenty, land of fun
To find out I'm Nimrod's son

Oh bury me
Far away please
Bury me

Ha-haaa
The joke has come upon me

In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led
And how my soul's been aking all the holes where I have bled
My image spoke to me, yes to me and often said
"You are the son of incestuous union"

One two three

Now my head is clear
My luke hands washed
My daughter's pure
My son is tall
Land of plenty, land of fun
To find out I'm Nimrod's son

Oh bury me
Far away please
Bury me

Ha-ha Ha-ha
The joke has come upon me

Youth Of America

Oh say can you see...

The American trio—The Melvins—take a decent swipe at an old anthemic classic by earlier punk sensations The Wipers. This ain't Memorex, Toto, but of course, we are talking about the 1981 guitar-driven purity of Youth of America.


[ Lyrics: Youth of America by The Wipers ]

Youth of America
Is living in the jungle
Fighting for survival
But there's no place to go

Youth of America
There's pressure all around
The walls are crumbling down
The walls are coming down on you

It is time we rectify this now
We got to see it now
Got to see it now, now, now

They attack you from the right side
Down the left side
Down the middle till you don't know who you are
Stay around, think it don't really matters
There trying to put you 6 feet under the ground

It is time we rectify this now
We got to feel this now
Got to feel now, now, now

It is time we rectify this now
We got to heal it now
Got to heal it now, now, now

Youth of America
Is living in the jungle
Fighting for survival
But there's no place to go
No place to go
No place to go

The rich get richer and the poor get poorer
Now there's no place left to go
Got to get off of this rot
Do you want to be born here again?
I don't want to be born here again
This just ain't no existence
Beware of those guys in disguese
We're living in the jungle fighting for survival
Can't wait much longer
Hurry
They'll attack you from the right side
Down the left side
Down the middle till you don't know who you are
Stay around, think it don't really matters
There trying to put you 6 feet under the ground

It is time we rectify this now
We got to hear it now
Got to hear it now, now, now

Youth of America
Youth of America
Youth, youth, youth, youth, youth

Youth of America
Youth of America
You, you, you, you, you

I Know What Boys Like

One of the most defining, buy hardly trifling songs of the early 1980s new wave generation, here are the campy set known as The Waitresses singing their classic I Know What Boys Like. Their lead singer Patty Donahue died of lung cancer at age of 40 in 1996.



[Lyrics: I Know What Boys Like by The Waitresses ]

I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys like

I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I see them looking

I make them want me
I like to tease them
They want to touch me
I never let them

I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like, boys
like, boys like me

But you, you're special
I might let you
You're so much different
I might let you
Mmmmm would you like that
I might let you

I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I liow what boys like
I know what's on their minds

I what what boya like
I know what guys want
They talk about me

I got my cat moves
That so upset them
Zippers and buttons
Fun to frustrate them
They get so angry
Like pouty children
Denied their candy
I laugh right at them

I know what buys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like,
boys like, boys like me
Na, na, nya, nya, nya, nya..............

I feel sad now
I will let you
Sorry I teased you
I will let you
This time I mean it
I wil1 let you
Anything you want
You can trust me
I really want to
You can trust me
How would you like it
You can trust me

Sucker. Hmmmmm....

I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like, boys
like, boys like me

Gny, nya, gna nyah nya...........

Blues From A Gun

Rough footage of the controversial The Jesus & Mary Chain Scottish sibling group performing Blues From A Gun off the 1989 "Automatic" LP, their third release.



[ Lyrics: Blues From A Gun by The Jesus and the Mary Chain ]

I don't care about the state of my hair
I got something out of nothing
That just wasn't there
And your kiss kiss kiss
Is never gonna blow me away
Dreams of escape keep me awake
I'm never gonna get out and make it away
I'm a stone dead tripper
Dying in a fantasy
Like a cracked open sky it helps you to die
Don't split it scrape it
You're screaming automatic pain
Too young kid you're gonna get hit
Looks like your never gonna make it
Off the government list
I don't mind about the state of my mind
But you know it's good for nothing
And I left you behind
It's a sick sick city
But it's never gonna make me insane
If you're talking for real
Then go cut a deal
You're facing up to living out
The way that you feel
And you shake shake shake
'Cause you know you'll never make it away
Well I guess that's why I've always
Got the blues

Her Way Of Praying

Rough footage of the controversial The Jesus & Mary Chain Scottish sibling group performing Her Way Of Praying off the 1989 "Automatic" LP, their third release.



[ Lyrics: Her Way Of Praying by The Jesus And Mary Chain ]

Fall to her call on a Saturday night
She's got the hip dippin' trick of all time done right
She's got her lips sticking tight to her find tonight
She's keeping time keeping time with the mystery rhyme

And she's crazy to want me to taunt me

Deep on the scene she is waiting for me
Like a sin scraping skin she is screaming for me
Hope in hope in the sky she is talking to me
She's keeping time keeping time with the image of me

And she's crazy to want me to taunt me

It's her way of saying a prayer for me
It's her way of saying a prayer for me
It's her way of talking to God for me
It's her way of talking to God for me
It's her way of talking to jesus christ
It's her way of talking to jesus hey

Talking to you now
And I just can't take it anyhow
Talking about your prayer
And I just can't take it anyway
Anyhow I see it
Any kind of way she tells me
All the things I'm trying
Honey ???