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I'm not a fan of the pixies. I've only heard two songs and the other one I don't like

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I've got to ask what the other song was. Cause, y'know, Pixies are about the best band ever, and though I like "All Over the World," I'd hate to think of anyone considering it their creative peak.

Just for you, Beltene, I'm gonna play some Pixies tonight. Like some River Euphrates and I Bleed and the best song ever, Caribou:

I live cement
I hate this street
Give dirt to me
I bite lament
This human form
Where I was born
I now repent

Caribou
Caribou-hou
Caribouuuuuu

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Give me white
Ground to run
And foregone
Lets me knife
Knife me lets
I will get
What I like

Caribou
Caribou-hou
Caribouuuuuuuu

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And it doesn't even matter that you won't be listening, cause I will be, and Pixies always makes for a good time.

Charlie Manson:Oi, you fucking poof, can't you READ.
Dogz:I can look at pictures.

Mine was a tepid little organic chicken and vegetable broth with fines herbs and mozarella croutons from the monks at the abbey down athe street and up the hill from where I live!! ! It was not too good but it was VERY CHEAP!!! !

I AM DIZZY MISS LIZZY

Oh! I know Tryo, but I'm not too fond of them. Hehe, my song of the day is "C'est comment qu'on freine" by Alain Bashung, another French artist. The lyrics are pretty metaphorical...

Pousse ton genou, j'passe la troisieme
ca fait jamais qu'une borne que tu m'aimes
J'sais pas si je veux t'connaitre plus loin
Arrete de m'dire que je vais pas bien

C'est comment qu'on freine
J'voudrais descendre de la
C'est comment qu'on freine

Cascadeur sous Ponce Pilate
J'cherche un circuit pour que j'm'eclate
L'allume-cigare j'peux controler
Les vitesses c'est d'ja plus cale

C'est comment qu'on freine
Je voudrais descendre de la
C'est comment qu'on freine

Tous ces cosaques m'rayent le canon
J'nage dans le goulag j'reve d'evasion
Caracteriel j'sais pas dire oui
Dans ma pauvre cervelle carton bouilli

C'est comment qu'on freine
J'voudrais descendre de la
C'est comment qu'on freine

J'm'acolyte trop avec moi-meme
J'me colle au pare-brise ca me gene
ca sent l'crame sous les projos
Regarde ou j'en suis j'tringle aux rideaux

C'est comment qu'on freine
J'voudrais descendre de la
C'est comment qu'on freine

Bloat--The Melvins

I ain't nothing to the notice
800 miles of Prime
We be plain Jack belt loaded - Ha!

I pause, I holler
Still powder line
Selling bulge egg tourniquette - Ha!

The more you know, the brain
The more it homicide
Belt strip telephone - Ha!

Give me forty six
Give me forty five
Can't place down dance stone - Ha!

i've also hung out with marquis a couple of times. and he might as well be black

Ok, after Tryo, another French weird band, the Wriggles :

Pourquoi
La la la la la, la la la
Pourquoi le saut à l'élastique ?
Pourquoi le Big Bang ?
Pourquoi une bouteille en plastique,
Pour se faire un bang ?
Pourquoi le lait qui bout déborde ?
Pourquoi c'est douloureux, les caries ?
Pourquoi les Allemands prennent le Concorde ?
Et surtout, pourquoi Tiberi ?

La la la la la, la la la
Pourquoi Patrick Fiori ?
Pourquoi Notre-Dame de Paris ?
Pourquoi les phares anti-brouillard ?
Pourquoi Jean-Pierre Gaillard ?
Pourquoi, pourquoi, pourquoi, pourquoi, pourquoi la corrida ?
Pourquoi le moteur 16 soupapes ?
Pourquoi les fraises tagada ?
Pourquoi le sida ?
Et surtout, pourquoi le pape ?

La la la la la, la la la
Pourquoi l'électrocution ?
Pourquoi la ratatouille ?
Pourquoi pas l'inflation ?
Pourquoi ma voix se barre en couille ?
Pourquoi les seins en silicone ?
Pourquoi, " c'est quoi les couches senior " ?
Pourquoi l'opération pièces jaunes ?
Et surtout, pourquoi George Bush junior ?

La la la la la, la la la

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[frog:] This is a German band. You must say Nummern.

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I always thought it was a bit snobbish to use the German titles. Since -- or so I believe -- the overwhelming majority of all Kraftwerk records in circulation are the English ones.

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[marquis:] and though I like "All Over the World," I'd hate to think of anyone considering it their creative peak.

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So you'd hate to think of me, then.
No, the Bossanova album was definitely past the Pixies' creative peak, but as a single song, I may very well nominate All over the world as their best (although there is a bunch to choose from, including Caribou). Still, AOTW is an acquired taste and not really your "classical" Pixies.

A Pixies sceptic should be advised to download Debaser and Where is my mind?, two hits that seem to be loved by most people. And then to listen through the whole Doolittle album to really see what it's all about.

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Now, this Swedish meatball feels a bit stupid. I have lived through the past eighteen years thinking that the line goes "red hands".

As an alternative, we will be confiscating weed supplies and replacing them with magic mushrooms, in hopes of helping niggas see beyond their reality. ~ Saul Williams

Please excuse me going off topic for a second, but this..., Is rather clever, well done


London Bye Ta-Ta...

I think I was once shouted down by Eraserhead when I said that "Hang Wire" was the best song on Bossanova. Well, "shouted down" in an Eraserhead way, meaning he wrote 6 or 7 very polite paragraphs about why I might be wrong.

I do think Bossanova is one of those unfortunate albums which gets no respect because of how good its predecessors are, yet its still a kickass album with hardly a misstep.

Charlie Manson:Oi, you fucking poof, can't you READ.
Dogz:I can look at pictures.

The Love Cats (Tricky's mix)

Ah
We move like cagey tigers
Like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
The way we walk
The way we talk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss
We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and brighter
Wider and lighter
Bigger and brighter
Wider and lighter
Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you
We should have each other to tea huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream
Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
Like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
The way we talk
The way we walk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss
We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and brighter
Wider and lighter
Bigger and brighter
Wider and lighter
Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats


You see, darling...my ass does belong on your face! You just don't know it yet.

Sad But True
By Metallica

Hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who takes you there
hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who cares
they
they betray
I'm your only true friend now
they
they'll betray
I'm forever there

I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
sad but true

I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
you know it's sad but true

you
you're my mask
you're my cover, my shelter
you
you're my mask
you're the one who's blamed
do
do my work
do my dirty work, scapegoat
do
do my deeds
for you're the one who's shamed

I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
sad but true

I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
you know it's sad but true

hate
I'm your hate
I'm your hate when you want love
pay
pay the price
pay, for nothing's fair

hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who took you here
hey
I'm your life
and I no longer care

I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
sad but true

I'm your truth, telling lies
I'm your reasoned alibis
I'm inside open your eyes
I'm you

sad but true



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