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
Cat Stevens in concert performs first Miles From Nowhere, then the pensive "Father and Son" both from the Tea For The Tillerman LP released in 1970.
[ Lyrics: Cat Stevens, Miles From Nowhere ]
Miles from nowhere I guess I'll take my time Oh yeah, to reach there
Look up at the mountain I have to climb Oh yeah, to reach there.
Lord my body has been a good friend But I won't need it when I reach the end
Miles from nowhere Guess I'll take my time Oh yeah, to reach there
I creep through the valleys And I grope through the woods 'cause I know when I find it my honey It's gonna make me feel good
I love everything So don't it make you feel sad 'cause I'll drink to you, my baby I'll think to that, I'll think to that.
Miles from nowhere Not a soul in sight Oh yeah, but it's alright
I have my freedom I can make my own rules Oh yeah, the ones that I choose
Lord my body has been a good friend But I won't need it when I reach the end
Miles from nowhere Guess I'll take my time Oh yeah, to reach there.
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[ Lyrics: Cat Stevens, Father and Son ]
FATHER: It's not time to make a change, Just relax, take it easy. You're still young, that's your fault, There's so much you have to know. Find a girl, settle down, If you want you can marry. Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy, To be calm when you've found something going on. But take your time, think a lot, Why, think of everything you've got. For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.
SON: How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again. It's always been the same, same old story. From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen. Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away. I know I have to go.
FATHER: It's not time to make a change, Just sit down, take it slowly. You're still young, that's your fault, There's so much you have to go through. Find a girl, settle down, If you want you can marry. Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
SON: All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside, It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it. If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me. Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away. I know I have to go.
Assemblage 23 is from Seattle. Sole member of this industrial dance band is Tom Shear. Disappoint is off the 2001 release of "Failure".
Word has it that Disappoint was inspired by the death of Shear's own father. The lyrics have always haunted me as a commune with my own recently deceased mother, having only discovered the CD a year after her death in 2003.
Do you believe in the nobility of suicide? No
Just one more time For the sake of sanity Tell me why Explain the gravity That drove you to this That brought you to this place That pushed you down Into the soil's embrace
Give me the chance I was denied To sit and talk with you For one last time
Did I disappoint you? Did I let you down? Did I stand on the shore And watch you as you drowned? Can you forgive me? I never knew The pain you carried Deep inside of you.
I can't forget Having to see The words that knocked the wind Right out of me It's not enough I've come undone Trying to find sense Where there is none
Just give me peace You owe me that To help ward off the fears I must combat
Did I disappoint you? Did I let you down? Did I stand on the shore And watch you as you drowned? Can you forgive me? I never knew The pain you carried Deep inside of you.
And so I ask For one more chance To understand This senseless circumstance Help me to see This through your eyes The reasons I've been trying To surmise
Though you are gone I am still your son And Though your pain is over Mine has just begun
Did I disappoint you? Did I let you down? Did I stand on the shore And watch you as you drowned? Can you forgive me? I never knew The pain you carried Deep inside of you.
The mild controversy with this song was that Melanie's handlers and producers didn't like the fingerpointing in the refrain and original title, so after a long scuffle, it was released as What Have They Done To My Song, Ma?. Many will remember that Ray Charles later put his own inimitable stamp on the song in recording it.
Look what they've done to my song, Ma Look what they've done to my song Well it's the only thing I could do half right And it's turning out all wrong, Ma Look what they've done to my song
Look what they've done to my brain, Ma Look what they've done to my brain Well they picked it like a chicken bone And I think I'm half insane, Ma Look what they've done to my song
I wish I could find a good book to live in Wish I could find a good book Well, if I could find a real good book I'd never have to come out and look at What they've done to my song
La la la... Look what they've done to my song
But maybe it'll all be all right, Ma Maybe it'll all be OK Well, if the people are buying tears I'll be rich some day, Ma Look what they've done to my song
Ils ont changé ma chanson, Ma Ils ont changé ma chanson C'est la seule chose que je peux faire Et çe n'est pas bon, Ma Ils ont changé ma chanson
Look what they've done to my song, Ma Look what they've done to my song Well they tied it up in a plastic bag And turned it upside down Look what they've done to my song
Ils ont changé ma chanson, Ma...
Look what they've done to my song, Ma Look what they've done to my song Well it's the only thing I could do all right And they turned it upside down Look what they've done to my song
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