PLACEBO B-SIDES AND COVERS
Aardvark .. 20th Century Boy .. Been Smoking Too Long .. Bigmouth Strikes Again .. Bubblegun .. Carbon Kid .. Daddy Cool .. Dark Globe .. Drink You Pretty .. Drowning By Numbers .. Dub Psychosis .. Eyesight To The Blind .. Flesh Mechanic .. Hare Krishna .. H.K Farewell .. Holocaust .. Hug Bubble .. I Feel You .. Innocence Of Sleep .. Ion .. Jackie .. Johnny & Mary .. Kitsch Object .. Leeloo .. Leni .. Little Mo .. Mars Landing Party .. Miss Moneypenny .. Needledick .. Oxygen Thief .. Pay Check .. Running Up That Hill .. Slackerbitch .. The Ballad of Melody Nelson .. Theme from the Funky Reverend .. Then The Clouds Will Open For Me .. Waiting For The Son Of Man .. Where Is My Mind

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AARDVARK
"Burger Queen Français " CD single b-side
vPlacebov

Instrumental

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20th CENTURY BOY
"You Don't Care About Us" CD 1 single b-side
"SWG Special Edition"

vM.Bolanv

Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
I move like a rat, talk like a cat, sting like a bee
Babe i'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your toy Your twentieth century boy

Friends says it's fine, friends says it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
Fly like a plane, drive like a car, hold out your hand
Babe i'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your boy Your twentieth century toy

Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy

Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Rock 'n' roll
I move like a cat, talk like a rat, sting like a bee
Babe i'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your toy Your twentieth century boy

Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy

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BEEN SMOKING TOO LONG
"Teenage Angst" CD single b-side
vanonymousv

"yeah, I really, um, I really, I really wanted to kind of like, to capture some kind of like moment, but maybe it's better if I'm sober .."

Wake up in the morning, I look at my clock
It's way past noontime, I'm late for work
Tell me what have I done wrong?
Nothing can go right with me it must be that I've been smoking
Too long

Go to fix me some breakfast, I ain't got no food
Take me a shower, the water don't feel no good
Tell me what have I done wrong?
And nothing can go right with me must be that I've been smoking
Too long

I got opium in my chimney, no other life to choose
Nightmares made of hash dreams, the devil in my shoes
What have I done wrong?
Yeah nothing can go right with me it must be that I've been smoking
Too long

When I'm smoking, smoking, put my worries on a shelf
Try not to think about nothing, don't wanna see myself
What have I done wrong?
And nothing can go right with me it must be that I've been smoking
Too long

In this blues I'm singing, there's a lesson to be learned
You go round smoking, you're gonna get burned
Fuck me what have I done wrong?
Nothing can go right with me must be that I've been smoking
Too long
Too long

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BIGMOUTH STRIKES AGAIN
"Nancy Boy" CD 1 single b-side
"SWG Special Edition"

vMorrissey and Johnny Marrv

Sweetness
sweetness I was only joking when I said
I'd like to smash every tooth in your head
Oh sweetness
Sweetness I was only joking when I said
By rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed

And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her discman started to melt

Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da, bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
In the human race
Oh
Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
In the human race

And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her megadrive started to melt

Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
In the human race
Oh
Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
In the human race

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BUBBLEGUN
"Slave To The Wage" CD 1 single b-side
vPlacebov

Take this migraine everywhere I go
Take the fast lane everywhere I go
Take this migraine everywhere I go
Someday, gonna take it slow

Take this migraine everywhere I go
Take the fast lane everywhere I go
Take this migraine everywhere I go
Someday, gonna take it slow

I wanna turn you on
Feels like a loaded gun
Spit out your Bubblegum
I wanna .. wanna ..

I wanna turn you on
Feels like a loaded gun
Spit out your Bubblegum
I wanna .. I wanna ..

I wanna, I wanna
I wanna, I wanna cum

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CARBON KID

Alpinestars "White Noise" album - cd single
featuring Brian Molko

vAlpinestarsv

Image image you do what you want
Image image you do what you want
Image image you do what you want

Image image you do what you want
Image image you do what you want
Image image you do what you want
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram

Image image we're leaving the ground
Image image we're leaving the ground
Image image we're leaving the ground

Image image will never be found
Image image will never be found
Image image will never be found
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram
With a sinister diagram
Sinister diagram

And when this half is over
And we crave our secret skin
We could compliment each other
On the state that we are in
And when we leave this place forever
And we're floating out in space
Take an easy route to heaven
With a smile upon your face

You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram

Image image you do what you want
Image image you do what you want
Image image you do what you want

Image image you do what you want
Image image you do what you want
Image image you do what you want

You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram

With a sinister diagram
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram
Sinister diagram
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram

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DADDY COOL
"The Bitter End" CD1 single b-side
"This Picture" [Australian Exclusive 5 track EP] single b-side
"SWG Special Edition"
vFrank Farian and George Reyamv

She's crazy like a fool
What about it Daddy Cool

She's crazy like a fool
What about it Daddy Cool
I'm crazy like a fool
What about it Daddy Cool

Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool

She's crazy like a fool
What about it Daddy Cool
I'm crazy like a fool
What about it Daddy Cool

Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool

She's crazy about her daddy
Oh she believes in him
She loves her daddy

She's crazy like a fool
What about it Daddy Cool
I'm crazy like a fool
What about it Daddy Cool

Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool

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DARK GLOBE
"36 Degrees" CD single b-side
vSyd Barrettv

Oh where are you now
Pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?
When I was alone
You promised the stone from your heart
My head kissed the ground
I was half the way down
Treading the sand
Please

Please lift a hand
I'm only a person
Whose armbands beat
On his hands, hang tall
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?
Oh
Oh
Oh

The poppy bird's way
Swing twigs coffee brands around
Brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
My head kissed the ground
I was half the way down
Treading the sand
Please
Please

Please lift a hand
I'm only a person
With eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way
Won't you miss me?
wouldn't you miss me at all?
Oh
Oh
Oh

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DRINK YOU PRETTY
"The Bitter End" CD2 single b-side
vPlacebov

Sick of drugs and dancing feet
Sick of bars where people meet
Smell of crotch and sheets not clean
Hairy men in magazines
Every city looks the same
Running from the threat of rain
Pillow talk that's just for one
Saturday get nothing done

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty

Human seethes of apathy
Nuclear catastrophe
Jumbos crash into the ground
Governments sleep safe and sound
Mornings glisten cold and bright
Organs stolen every night
Can of beans and fast bouquet
Double jackpot give away

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty

Hello pretty
Hello
Hello pretty
Hello
Hello pretty
Hello
Hello pretty

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty

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DROWNING BY NUMBERS
"Come Home" CD single b-side
vPlacebov

Open up your heart, let me slip inside
Such determination always tries to turn the tide
Open up your arms, let me dive into
The big, big blue

Try losing, this chromosome
It's my choosing, down to the bone

Open up your heart, let me slip inside
Such imagination always helps the feeling slide
Open up your soul, falling back into
The big, big blue

Try losing, this chromosome
It's my choosing, down to the bone

Blood, dive in
Blood, drowning
Blood, dive in

Open up your heart, let me slip inside
Auto-flagellation always helps the ghost to hide
Open up your arms, let me dive into
The big, big blue
Try losing, this chromosome
It's my choosing, down to the bone

Blood, dive in
Blood, drowning
Blood, dive in

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DUB PSYCHOSIS
"Special K" European CD single b-side
vPlacebov

Instrumental

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EYESIGHT TO THE BLIND
"Nancy Boy" CD single 2 b-side
vPlacebov

You don't know me, and you never hold me
Like your little piece on the side
My mother told me, that you're never lonely
When you're laughing all the time

Inside out and outside in
You bring eyesight to the blind
Crying is a crime

Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down
Slowing down the metronome
slowing down

You don't know me, and you never hold me
Like your little boy in blue
My father told me, that you're always lonely
When they're all laughing at you

Inside out and outside in
You bring Jesus to the jew

Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down

You don't know me, and you never hold me
Like your little piece on the side
Inside out and outside in
You bring eyesight to the blind

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FLESH MECHANIC
vPlacebov

He tries to embrace her
She wants him to race her
He needs a laser
To get it through her skull
Means and lies and hatreds
Tears that fall in sequence
Cold caress
Imprints
Conversation growing dull

Says he's a poet
Lousy protozoan
and he kisses ass for free
I took a vow of silence
when he tries to talk to me
I just turn on the TV

He tries to impress her, mentally undress her
It takes more to possess her
But in his pocket lies a hole
He's got a thousand talents
Charisma by the bagful
Aristocratic parents
A rebel with a heart of gold

Says he's a poet
This time he's gonna blow it
'Cause he's dancing with his ego
I took a vow of silence
When he reads his work to me
I swallow words like a
Placebo

He's strutting with your flesh mechanic
Gets him in a panic
He's wasting time
'Cause everybody is a star
In his eyes

Careful not to give your favours
To your lonesome fucked-up neighbours
I had one who sent me her heart
In a tupperware container
All the movies in my head
They flicker with my bleeding heart
A careless slipping of the tongue
On just another private part

Blatant search for
Stoned affection
Fights the rust that
Breeds infection
Meet me at the
Intersection
Don't forget your
Fuel injection

He's strutting with your flesh mechanic
Gets him in a panic
He's wasting time
'Cause everybody is a star
In his eyes

You think this love is bona fide
You're being taken for a ride
Wrap your lip around your head
And slowly blow yourself away

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H.K FAREWELL
"Teenage Angst" 7" single 2 b-side/hidden track on Placebo album
vPlacebov

Instrumental

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HOLOCAUST
"Slave To The Wage" CD 2 single b-side
vAlex Chiltonv

Your eyes are almost dead
Can't get out of bed
And you can't sleep

You're sitting down to dress
And you're a mess
You look in the mirror

You look in your eyes
Then you realize

Everybody goes
Leaving those
Who fall behind

Everybody goes
As far as they can
They don't just care

They stood on the stairs
Laughing at your airs

Your mother's dead
She said
"Don't be afraid"

Your mother's dead
You're on your own
She's in her bed

Everybody goes
Leaving those
Who fall behind

Everybody goes
As far as they can
They don't just care

You're a wasted face
you're a sad-eyed lie
You're a holocaust

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HUG BUBBLE
"Teenage Angst" CD single b-side
"Nancy Boy" CD 1 single b-side [remixed]

vPlacebov

Instrumental

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INNOCENCE OF SLEEP
"Pure Morning" CD single 2 b-side
vPlacebov

Instrumental

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ION
"You Don't Care About Us" CD single 1 b-side
vPlacebov

Instrumental

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I FEEL YOU
"SWG Special Edition"
vMartin Gorev

I feel you
Your sun it shines
I feel you
Within my mind
You take me there
You take me where
The kingdom comes
You take me to
And lead me through
Babylon

This is the morning of our love
It's just the dawning of our love

I feel you
Your heart it sings
I feel you
The joy it brings
Where heaven waits
Those golden gates
And back again
You take me to
And lead me through
Oblivion

This is the morning of our love
It's just the dawning of our love

I feel you
Your precious soul
And I am whole

I feel you
Your rising sun
My kingdom comes

I feel you
Each move you make
I feel you
Each breath you take
Where angels sing
And spread their wings
My love's on high
You take me home
To glory's throne
By and by

This is the morning of our love
It's just the dawning of our love

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JACKIE
"SWG Special Edition"
vSinead O'Connorv

Jackie left on a cold, dark night
Telling me he'd be home
Sailed the seas for a hundred years
He left me all alone

Now I've been dead for twenty years
I've been washing the sand with my ghostly tears
Searching the shores for my Jackie-oh

I remember the day the young man came
Said, your Jackie's gone, he got lost in the rain
And I ran to the beach
And laid me down

You're all wrong, I said
And they stared at the sand
That man knows that sea like the back of his hand
He'll be back some time
Laughing at you

And I've been waiting all this time
For my man to come, take his hand in mine
And lead me away
To unseen shores

I've been washing the sand with my salty tears
Searching the shore these long years
And I'll walk the sea forever more
Til I find my Jackie-oh
Til I find my Jackie-oh
Til I find my Jackie-oh
Jackie-oh
Jackie-oh

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JOHNNY AND MARY
"Taste In Men" CD 2 single b-side, "Special K" Australian CD single b-side
"SWG Special Edition"
vRobert Palmerv

Johnny's always running around, trying to find certainty
He needs all the world to confirm, that he aint lonely

Mary counts walls, knows he tires easily

Johnny thinks the world would be right, if it would buy, truth from him
Mary says he changes his mind, more than a woman

But she made her bed, even when the chance was slim

Johnny says he's willing to learn, when he decides, he's a fool
Johnny say's he'll live any where, when he earns time to

Mary combs her hair, says she should be use to it

Mary always edges her bets, she never knows, what to think
She says that he still acts, like he's being discovered

Scared that he'll get caught, without a second thought

Johnny feels he's wasting his breath, trying to talk, sense to her
Mary says he's lacking a real, sense of proportion
So she combs her hair, knows he tires easily

Johnny's always running around, trying to find certainty
He needs all the world to confirm, that he aint lonely

Mary counts walls, says she should be use to it

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KITSCH OBJECT
vPlacebov

Just like every lichen, how you stick to me
If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree
With artistic license, always comes for free
Just like every lichen, how you stick to me

Snook your way backstage
Paris sets the rage
Coursing on your brain
So now I slip away

Just like every lichen, how you stick to me
If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree
With artistic license, always comes for free
Just like every lichen, how you stick to me

Weightless .. bare .. faithless .. scared

Know that bitches face?
All seen better days
So quick to blow your fuse
But that's the life you choose

Just like every lichen, how you stick to me
If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree
With artistic license, always comes for free
Just like every lichen, how you stick to me

Weightless .. bare .. faithless .. scared

Snook yourself backstage
Paris sets the rage
Coursing on your brain
So now I slip away

Just like every lichen, how you stick to me
If your luck is dying now, go and plant a tree
With poetic license, always comes for free
Just like every lichen, how you stick to me

Weightless .. bare .. faithless .. scared

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LEELOO
"Pure Morning" CD single 1 b-side
vPlacebov

Instrumental

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LENI
"Slave To The Wage" CD 1 single b-side
vPlacebov

I kneel before her, beneath this frozen sky
Beneath her shoulder, beneath her evil eye
She towers over this male who is a fly
My sci-fi lullaby

I kneel before her, beneath this frozen sky
I beg below her, my limbs are paralyzed
She beats me harder than any kind of guy
My sci-fi lullaby

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LITTLE MO
"Special K" European CD single b-side
vPlacebov

In our pain and sinning fall
Accept peace and whine
Going bad and taking all this
It's of each and tide

Calling bean and sinning call
Now I'm neat and tight
Gonna crap with naked elders
It's a cheating high

Tonight, Jesus loves you

We are dead and cynical
Gonna be supplied
See the back with naked elders
It's so she can hide
But you don't crack on mainframe
But you don't crack on cocaine
You don't crack on seeing
Cheater, cheater

Tonight, Jesus loves you

Till our death and sinning call
It's so she can hide
All them fat and sacred elders
It's so bled and fried
But you don't crack on mainframe
But you don't crack on cocaine
You don't crack on seeing
Cheater, cheater

Tonight, Jesus loves you
Tonight .. lies tonight

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MARS LANDING PARTY
"Pure Morning" CD 1 single b-side
vPlacebov

TRANSLATED

Kiss me, put your finger up my arse
Kiss me, put your finger up my arse
An ambiguous presence
An unknown presence
Until I can't take it anymore

Kiss me, put your finger up my arse
Kiss me, put your finger up my arse
An ambiguous presence
An unknown presence
Until I can't take it anymore

Kiss me, put your finger up my arse
Kiss me, put your finger up my arse
An ambiguous presence
An unknown presence
Until I can't take it anymore

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MISS MONEYPENNY
"Nancy Boy" CD 2 single b-side
vPlacebov

Penance for his sin, he locked it in for just a little while
lubricating creams, sanitaries would only cramp his style
It's a dirty job but shooting guns just makes you horny
Wants to spill his seed on guaranteed, service with a smile

Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh
Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh

Pitter patter of the eyelid on the first roll of the dice
Feel the atmosphere, it's gently laced with nicotine and spice
It's a long walk home, the entrance of the night is scary
Only trouble is, he never learned to shoot the same gun twice

Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh
Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh

Every job he saves the girl
Martini, mobile phone
Bastards getting in his way
They're all pushing daisies
All you need to make a movie is a gun and a girl

0898 007

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NEEDLEDICK
"Pure Morning" CD single 2 b-side
vPlacebov

Instrumental

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OXYGEN THIEF
"Come Home" CD single b-side
vPlacebov

Instrumental

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PAYCHECK
vPlacebov

Consumed by the one's who made her
She's a faker, always let's me down
Dressed up like a capital shaker
Full of ganja
Drugs are not put down
I'll have you're guts for garters
Just for starters
Don't you make me frown
She could've been a nutter
So I had to cut the mother down

Slacker, wasting half his life on sniffing glue
Now he's reformed and working for the red the white the blue
Plain sailing, safe surfing
Pocket full of back stab

Confused by the one's who break her
She's a faker, never makes a sound
Undressed like a soul in prayer
You buy a share, pay her by the pound
I'll have your face for breakfast
I'm in excess, neither lost nor found
She could've been a nutter
So I had to cut the mother down

Slacker, wasted half his life on sniffing glue
Now he's reformed and working for the red the white the blue
Plain sailing, shoulder rubbing
Dental flossing, back stab

Pay - check, Pay - check

Save the best for later
Be careful not to stain the sheets now
You goddamn liar
Take me higher

I never wanted the real thing, I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing, I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing, I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing

Slacker, wasted half his life on sniffing glue
Now he's reforming, working for the red the white the blue
Plain sailing, wife swapping
Stool pigeon - back stab!

Pay - check, Pay - check

Save the best for later
Be careful not to stain the sheets now
You goddamn liar
Pants on fire
Cold liner two, four on me
But this one really takes the piss
It's likely to proquandry
I deserve so much more than .. this

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RUNNING UP THAT HILL
"SWG Special Edition"
vKate Bushv

It doesn't hurt me
You wanna feel how it feels
You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me
You wanna hear about the deal that I'm making

You
If I only could, I'd be running up that hill
You and me
If I only could, I'd be running up that hill

And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could, oh ..

You don't wanna hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder
There is thunder in our hearts, baby
Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me we both matter, don't we

You
you and me
You and me won't be unhappy

If I only could
Make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could, oh ..
"C'mon, Baby, c'mon, c'mon darling
Let me steal this moment from you now
C'mon, Angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling
Let's exchange the experience"

Oohh
If I only could
Make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems

If I only could, I'd be running up that hill
If I only could, I'd be running up that hill

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SLACKERBITCH
"Nancy Boy" CD 1 single b-side
vPlacebov

It echoes in my brain
I didn't mean it
Pulses through my veins
I didn't mean it
I'm the one to blame
I didn't mean it
Did too much cocaine
I didn't mean it

Slackerbitch, faghag, whore
Looks real cute, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, faghag, whore
Always comes back for more

Your memory will fade
I didn't mean it
You've always had it made
I didn't mean it
I know you feel betrayed
I didn't mean it
I just wanted to get laid
I didn't mean it

Slackerbitch, faghag, whore
Looks real cute, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, faghag, whore
Always knocking on my door

You come across impure
I didn't mean it
You're goddamn immature
I didn't mean it
You act so insecure
I didn't mean it
You hate me now I'm sure
I didn't mean it

Slackerbitch, faghag, whore
Looks real cute, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, faghag, whore
Dripping sex from every pore
Slackerbitch, faghag, whore
Looks real cute, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, faghag, whore
Such a motherfucking bore

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THE BALLAD OF MELODY NELSON
"SWG Special Edition"
vJean-Claude Michel Vannier & Serge Gainsbourgv

"Pour l'amitié .. l'amitié entre homme et femme, impensable
Parce que .. il y a toujours sous-jacent le désir animal"

This is the story of
Melody Nelson
Apart from me no one
Ever took her in his arms
Under her thumb
Ice in the sun

Oh my Melody, my

She's nothing but love, poor
Melody Nelson
Her life was more said than done
But her days were numbered now
Count fourteen falls
Fifteen ??

A baby tiger was
Melody Nelson
Forever hurrying in the sun
Just as dangerous as a child
With a gun
Shooting me down

Oh my Melody, my
Melody Nelson
Still playing hurting games for fun
As adorable as dumb
Death to the sound
To what's going down

Down

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THE THEME FROM THE FUNKY REVEREND
"Taste In Men" CD single 1 b-side
vPlacebov

Instrumental

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THEN THE CLOUDS WILL OPEN FOR ME
"Bruise Pristine" CD 1 single b-side
vPlacebov

My guy has a tan transcontinental
But it keeps me enchained
Watch an old black and white movie
Fred and Ginger are too sentimental, crying in shame
I don't want to be forgotten
I can't be alone
So don't you dare leave me
It's like coming home
To a skin that has died
Human voices like a drum
And they're looking right through me
Scatter the ashes one more time for me, one more time for me
My guy has a tattoo ornamental
When he's frozen in space
Cut your eye far to me
a covered carcass is too elemental, caught underneath a subway
I don't want to be forgotten
I can't be alone
So don't you dare leave me
It's like coming home
It's a skin that has died
Human voices like a drum
And they're looking right through me
Scatter the ashes one more time for me, one more time for me
One more time for me, one more time for me
One more time for me, one more time for me
One more time for me, one more time for me
Trans-likened, twisting my ankle
Doing the grave dance
Narcotic? yes please, I'll have a sample
Riding on my very last chance
Then the clouds will open for me
Gonna meet my Jesus Christ
I see history playing before me
For pleasure and passion you play the price
Sadness the name of the spike that took me
I'll make that's all
Like some raging, hard, horny mephistopheles
who came for my soul

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WAITING FOR THE SON OF MAN
"Bruise Pristine" CD 2 single b-side
vPlacebov

Patience comes to the ugly, not me
Laughter comes to the lucky, not me
People in my head that won't stop talking
Nothing in my dream that isn't creepy crawling

Walking in the park and I think that I'm falling
Swimming in the sea and I think I'll
You guessed it
Only lifeguards
Only lifeguards
Packing all the time ??
Can save me

Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
For the son of man
For the son of man

Patience comes to the ugly, not me
Concentration comes to the ugly, not me
Nothing on the box that hasn't been born
No-one in the street that isn't old

Driving in the car and I think that I'm crashing
Swimming in the Sea and I think that I'll
You guessed it
Only lifeguards
Only lifeguards
Packing all the time
Can save me

Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
For the son of man
For the son of man

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WHERE IS MY MIND
"This Picture" CD single b-side
"SWG Special Edition"
vBlack Francis [Michael Charles Thompson]v

Ooooooh - stop
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind

Way out in the water
See it swimmin'

I was swimmin' in the Carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rock
Except the little fish
But they told me, he swears
Tryin' to talk to me to me to me

Where is my mind

Way out in the water
See it swimmin'?

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
If there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind

Ooooh
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Ooooh
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Ooooh
Ooooh

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