Raridades
Blandest
(1988 Demos)
You're my
favorite
Of my saviours
You're my favorite
Oh no
Yes you're
my favorite
Of my favors
You're my razor
Oh no
Hey!
And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm (to
remind me what not to become)
And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm
Calm, calm, calm
Born In A
Junkyard (Where Were You In '89, Leeds,
10/27/89)
I'm long
gone from (vertical)
Somewhere South is stopping (me)
I'm long gone from the American Dream
YOu may decide it's not for me
I'm long gone but I'll let you through
You may decide it's not for you
I'm long gone, but I'll let you through
You may decide there's nothing theree
Born in a
junkyard (x8)
Gone
I'm long
gone but I'll let you through
You may decide that it's not that good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave
You may decide on stopping me
(repeat
2nd verse)
(chorus)
(solo)
(chorus)
Gone (x16)
Curmudgeon
(Lithium single)
---[Interpretation
1]
I can't hide, no
On the mantle
I'm not sad
Tilling that hoe
It's the
season
I'm all reason
I have seen
All I have grown
Sheared at
the seams
Cheat on me
And not seen
Cheat on me
At the seams
I'm a
lender
I'm a planter
I put something
In the garden
In the
handle
On the mantle
I'm not Santa
I'm not God
I want a
lady
Can you save me?
It's the sulfur
I have grown
Tis the season
I'm all reason
I have fleas
All I have hoed
---[Interpreation
2]
I can handle, on the mantle
I'm not sad, 'til I'm home
'Tis the
season, and I'm all reason
I have seen and I have grown
She's at
the seams
She don't need (x3)
In the seams (x3)
She don't need
Not the seams
I'm a
lecher, on the planter
I've set something in the (guard)
In the
handle, on the mantle
I'm not Santa, I'm as (good)
She's at
the seams
She don't need (x4)
Nothin' seems
At the seams (x2)
She don't need
(solo) My
model lady, can you save me?
It's the sulfur I have drunk
'Tis the
season, and I'm all reason
I have fleas, so run on home
She's at
the seams
She don't need (x6)
At the seams (x2)
She don't need
D-7 (Greg
Sage and the Wipers cover; Hormoaning)
Straight
as an arrow
Defect,defect
Not straight, not so straight
Reject,reject
Towards anti-social
Solo, solo
Standing on the stairs
Cold, cold morning
Ghostly image of fear
Mayday, mayday
Gonna leave this region
They'll take me with them
Demension
seven
Do You
Love Me? (Kiss cover;C/Z tribute
compilation)
You really
like my limousine
You like the way the wheels roll
You like my seven inch leather heels
And goin' to all of the shows
But...
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?
You like
the credit cards and private planes
Money can really take you far
You like the hotels and fancy clothes
And the sound of electric guitars
You really
like rock 'n' roll
All of the fame and the masquerade
You like the concerts and studios
And all the moeny honey that I make
Your
backstage pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
Even the fans they know your face
>From all of the magazines
[heckling]
Endless,
Nameless (Non-Nevermind track called The
End Of Music)
Take me,
take me
See I can, silence
Here I am,
here I am
Here I am, here I aaaaaaam -- heellp!
Mother,
Father
Father, Mother
Silence,
here I am
Take me, see I can
Silence, see I can
Silence, see I can
Silence, see I am -- aaoohhh!
The
(yearning's) after peace, ( may be: the
journey's after peace)
I really think so
The
(yearning's) after peace,
I really think so
Mother,
Mama
Father, Mama
Even In
His Youth (Hormoaning, Smells... single)
Even in
his youth he was nothing
Kept his body clean going nowhere
Daddy was ashamed he was something
Disgrace to family name he was something
(Against the family name) (Smears the
family name)
Leave this
form before you're through
I've got nothing left to prove
If I die before I wake
Hope I don't come back a slave
Even in
his youth he was nothing
Kept his body clean going nowhere
Daddy was ashamed he was nothing
Disgrace to family name, going nowhere
Leave this
form before you're through
I've got nothing left to prove
If I die before I wake
Hope I don't come back a slave
Leave this
form before you're through
I've got nothing left to prove
If I die before I wake
Hope I don't come back again...
I'm dying!
Even in
his youth (x6)
Gallons
Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip
(In Utero imports)
It hurts
when you have to press that dull little
thing
that you're only supposed to use once and
then discard.
Where do you put it? In the garbage can,
my honest friend.
My shyness, pet her flow.
She's only
been five months late,
even though we haven't had sex for a
week.
A mil a
day, a mil, I say. (meal)
And my heart's made my....
Somebody
else already used the word aurora
borealis.
She was tied up in chains, and Sam had
helped her in the freezer.
She's only
five weeks late,
and I haven't had a date forever..
. ever...ever...forever!
Wish I had
more...more opportunity,
more chances to remember some things
so I couldn't have so much pressure on
my...
on my...on my, um...ah, on
my...um...um...head.
(solo)
We'd have so much more diversity,
and so much more input, so much more
creative flow,
if we had someone in school, a (GIT)...
GIT...geeks...in...town.
Ha!...Come on, Dave, think of one...
(Dave: inaudible)
It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels
No, GWC
Fuck, man,
this is a waste of time!
(laughs) One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh!
Yeaaaahhhhh!
(solo)
You're
personally responsible for...
the entire strip...to be washed away....
cleansed...as if gallons of, um, rubbing
alcohol
flowed through the strip and were set on
fire
. It
didn't just singe the hair, it made it
straight.
And then
Perry Ellis came along with his broom,
and his...silk...
and he...he erected a beautiful city...
a city of stars.
(solo)
Help Me,
I'm Hungry (unknown 1990 show &
Melkweg, Amsterdam 11/5/89)
---[Interpretation
1]
Hold me, there's too much tension
(ah-grade) me, I'm fuckin' hungry
Help me, I'm fuckin' cornered
Grade me, you might be right
Lightning
fucking around in my head
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up
People freakin' every day
White light's in sight (inside)
What do you want? Huh?
Cold,
naked man, picked off his scabs, and
Fed them, to the pigeons
Help him, he's fuckin' cornered
Grade him, it might be fun
Lightning
fucking around in my head
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up
People freakin' every day
White light's in sight
I don't know
Hold me,
something's happening
Help me, somebody help me
Hold me, I'm fuckin' hungry
Help me, I'm right here, who (where) are
you?
Naked man,
(you say you saw)
Fed them, to the pigeons
Help him, he's fuckin' cornered
Grade him, it might be fun
Lightning
fucking around in my head
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up
People freakin' every day
White light's in sight
I don't know
Help me,
I'm fuckin' hungry
Help me, I'm fuckin' up
Hold me, some fuckin' help
Aaaahhh! Ahh!
---[Interpretation
2]
Hold me get some attention
Degrade me I'm fucking hungryr
Help me I'm fucking corny (horny)
Gag me You make me vomit
Lie on
your fucking resume
Big, special, it's very, fucked up
People speaking every night
White light in your sight
What do you want
Four
legged man
Help him to the pier
Just help him He's fucking corny
Grade him You make Me Vomit
Hold me
I'm fucking hungry
Help me I'm fucking hungry<
br> Hold me I'm fucking hungry
Help me I'm fucking hungry
Here She
Comes Now (Velvet Underground cover;VU
tribute)
Aah, if
she ever comes now now
Aah, she looks so good
Aah, she's made out of wood
She says so
I Hate
Myself And Want To Die (B&B
compilation)
Running
nose and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still haven't had my fulfill
In the
someday -- What's that sound?
End it someday -- What's that song?
Broken
heart and broken bones
Finger pressing down the horse pills
(Finger plaster-cast of the horse pills)
One more quirky cliched phrase
You're the one I wanna refill (You don't
wanna wanna read them)
(spoken
very softly behind the guitar)
(Words are
broken lives)
Five pieces of board, turned around
attached to the skull by common wood
screws
A child would like to do it
In His
Room
He is
gonna chase you in and out of a dream
You're not gonna thank him and I'm tired
of this dream
Take him on occassion in the back of the
room
If they don't show any affection he'll
died in June
See the
stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
He's dying in his room
He's dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I don't care
I don't
want to thank you, well I don't mind
Gave his only pleasures to a friend of
mine
He's not gonna catch you in a lighted
room
You don't thank him I know I should
See the
stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I don't care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, you would too
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care
We're not
gonna make it, well I don't mind
They don't want to thank him, they don't
have any time
In a conversation whom they don't know
They don't have any patience, they're
becoming slow
See a
famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I don't love him, I don't care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we don't care In His Room
Marigold
(Heart Shaped Box single)
He's there
in case I want it all
He's scared cause I want
He's
scared in case I want it all
He's scared cause I want
All in all
the clock is slow
Six color pictures all in a row
Of a marigold
He's there
in case I want it all
He's scared cause I want
He's there
in case I want it all
He's there cause I want
Moist
Vagina (All Apologies single)
She has a
moist vagina
I particularly enjoy the circumference (I
partook in Jane's circumference)
The perceptive walls of her anus (I'll be
sucking warts off her anus)
I prefer
her to any other
Marijuana
The Money
Will Roll Right In (Mudhoney cover,
Reading Festival 1992)
I'm goin'
to Hollywood, they'll see that I'm so
good
I won't care how I feel, and I'll get to
fuck Brooke Shields
I'll just sit and grin, the money will
roll right in
I want to
be a star, I'm going to have a car
And you'll have to admit, I'll be rich as
shit
I'll just sit and grin, the money will
roll right in
I would
give you some, if you only would have
treated me nice
You'll wish that you did, you'll feel
pretty stupid
I'll just sit and grin, the money will
roll right in
It's fun
to be a star, it's nice to have a car
Yeah, you'll have to admit, that I'll be
rich as shit
And I'll just sit and grin, the money
will roll right in
The money
will roll right in
Oh, The
Guilt (Jesus Lizard split single)
---[Interpreation
1]
She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes
the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes
the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand she can't affod to sit
She likes
to be
She likes to go (She hates the guilt)
She likes
the time
She owns the time
She buys time and wraps herself in it
She likes
to think
She seems to breed
She takes all the rent
She likes
the sand
She likes to stand she likes to sit
She seems
to think
She seems to breed
She takes a week to get all the rent
She likes
to see
She likes to think, she has all the rent
---[Interpretation
2]
She seems to think, she seems too week
She takes a week to get over it
She likes
the sea, she likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes
the sound, she likes the sand
She likes to stand, she can't afford to
sit
She likes
to be (x3)
She's into guilt
Guilt (x3) She likes to think, she likes
to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all of it
(all the rent)
She likes
the time, she owns the time
She borrows time, to self-invent
She seems
too weak, she likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it (all
the rent) She likes the sand, she likes
to stand
She likes to sit, she likes to go
Go (x3)
(solo)
(repeat
1st three verses)
She likes
to be (x3)
She likes to go
Go (x7)
Pay To
Play (Stay Away demo, DGC Rarities Vol.
1)
Monkey
see, monkey do -- I don't know why I
Walk around, follow you -- I don't know
why I
Throw it out, keep it in -- I don't know
why I
Have to have poison skin -- I don't know
why I
Pay
Pay to play (x3)
(Walk) an
inch, take a mile -- I don't know why I
Never faded, never smiled -- I don't know
why I
Never mind, eat and run -- I don't know
why I
Fuck your ass, for the fun -- I don't
know why I
Pay
Pay to play (x3)
(guitar
riff)
I don't know why I
(guitar riff)
I don't know why I
Pay
Pay to play (x3)
(repeat
1st verse, chorus)
(guitar
riff)
I don't know why I
(guitar riff)
I don't know why I
Pay
Pay to play (x3)
(drum/bass
solo) Ahhhhhhhh!
Pay to play (x8)
Aaaaahhhh! Aaahhhh! Aaahhhh!
Return Of
The Rat (Greg Sage and the Wipers cover;
Wipers tribute)
You better
watch out
You better beware
They're coming from all sides of the
country
You better beware
Return of
the rat
No, no, no, no!
They
better confess
Well, they better confess
I know, I seen them do it
They better confess
Spank
Thru (Sub Pop 200 compilation)
This song
is for lovers out there
And the little light in the trees
And the flowers have gingivitus
And the birds fly happily
We'll be together once again my love
I'll get you back, oh baby baby
I can't explain just why
We lost it from the start
Cause living without you girl
You'll only break my heart
I can feel
it
I can hold it
I can mend it (bend it)
I can shape it
I can mold it
I can cut it
I can taste it (paste it)
I can spank it
Beat it, masturbate it
I've been
looking for days now
Always hearing the same old
City boy won't you spank thru? (city
girl, be faithful)
I can make it do things you wouldn't
think it ever could
Spectre
(1989 Barnyard Demos)
To hope is
admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected images (Defective)
Don't be so selfish
Leaving the image (leave and manage)
Follow it far
To find where you are
You haven't grown
Go on alone
Never
finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
Family is circuling
He having moved up (Hearing every
movement)
All the styles of heresy (By the size of
the milisead)
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
Talk To
Me (Europe '91)
Sit down
easy
Straight from the scene of my heart
No one's
ever seen him
??
? got it only
I am not sitting
I am not seven
I am not shaving
I am not saving (shipping) away
Talk to me
In your own language please
In your own (room)
Sit down
easy
??
If somehow
Waiting for a house to ?
? ever and ever
? live forever
? live forever
??
Lay down
easy
Right down to the start
Lay down easy
Right outside in the snow
??
? whore
??
??
??
Token
Eastern Song (commonly known as Happy
Hour on bootlegs, Virgin Songs)
---[Interpretation
1]
I can read, I can write
I can breathe, proven fact
Bless my greed, greased unfold (That's my
greed, it's twofold)
Is it me,
or my ego (Isn't me)
Write some
words, make them rhyme
This is for the story line
Set the mood, something new
Is it me,
or my attitude?
If you
want
To put on (To belong)
And it meant (Have you been)
The extremes
Acted out (Happy Hour)
Practicing (Practice sing)
Perfecting (Perfect team)
Break to read (Talk to me)
On to me (After me, until me)
I can wait
in the fire (I will raise an effect)
I can explain your cycle (To explain to
sight)
Vital Signs (By the time)
With your breath I will show you mine
(The lass is ...)
I stink in here my boy
---[Interpretation
2]
I can read, I can write
I can breed, proven flight
It's my greed, (truth) unfold Is it me,
or my ego?
Write some
words, make them rhyme
Pieces for, assembly line
Set the mood, something new
Is it me, or my attitude?
(scream)
If you
want, to belong
And you miss, the extremes
The extremes, act it out
Practicing, perfecting
Pressuring, undo me
Undo me, undo me
I will
wade, in the fire
To explain, your asylum
Idle times, analyzing
We'll compare, all our (sightings) --
come on!
Lost
grace, to hear, my voice
I can
read, I can write
I can breathe, proven fact
This might be, recent clone
Is it me, or my ego?
Write some
words, make them rhyme
Pieces for, story line
Set the mood, something new
Is it me, or my attitude?
(scream)
If you
want, to belong
And you miss, the extremes
The extremes, act it out
Practicing, perfecting
Pressuring, undo me
undo me, undo me
undo me, undo me
undo me, undo me -- uhhhhh!
Verse
Chorus Verse (No Alternative compilation)
---[Interpretation
1]
And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
And you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
And you'll think you're happy now
You're in
a laundry room (locker room, another
room)
You're in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
And if you
guard yourself (cut yourself, kill
yourself)
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll make him happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
Then you'll think you're happy now
And if you
fool yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you will seem happy
You'll wallow in your shit
Then you'll think you're happy now
---[Interpretation
2] And if you save yourself, you will
make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar, then you'll make
him happy
He'll give you breathing holes, then
you'll make him happy
He'll cover you with grass, then you'll
make him happy now
You're in
a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clues that came to you -- uuuhhhh
And if you
cut yourself, you will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar, then you'll make
him happy
He'll give you breathing holes, then
you'll make him happy
He'll cover you with grass, then you'll
make him happy now
(chorus)
(solo)
(solo)
(chorus)
And if you
fool yourself, you will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar, then you'll make
him happy
He'll give you breathing holes, then you
will seem happy
You'll wallow in the shit, then you'll
think you're happy now
(chorus)
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