TEENAGE ANGST
PLACEBO
WITHOUT YOU I'M NOTHING .. BLACK MARKET MUSIC .. SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS .. ONCE MORE WITH FEELING
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PLACEBO
WITHOUT YOU I'M NOTHING .. BLACK MARKET MUSIC .. SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS .. ONCE MORE WITH FEELING
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ALBUM: Placebo [self-titled]
RELEASED: 17th July 1996
LENGTH: 60:27
SINGLES:
lyrics are copyright © to Placebo
PLACEBO ARE: BRIAN MOLKO - vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, keytar, bass .. STEFAN OLSDAL - bass, acoustic and electric guitars, moog, baby grand, rhodes piano .. RICHARD SCHULTZBERG - drums, percussion, didgeridoo
NOTES: ALL SONGS BY: Placebo .. PRODUCED BY: Brad Wood .. ENGINEERED BY: Ed Kenehan .. RECORDED AT: Westland Studios, Dublin, Republic of Ireland, in the spring of 1996
Stuck between the do or die, I feel emaciated
Hard to breathe I try and try, I'll get asphyxiated
Swinging from the tallest height, with nothing left to hold on to
Every sky is blue, but not for me and you
Come home, come home, come home, come home
Glass and petrol vodka gin, it feels like breathing methane
Throw yourself from skin to skin, and still it doesn't dull the pain.
Vanish like a lipstick trace, it always blows me away
Every cloud is grey, with dreams of yesterday
Come home, come home, come home, come home,
Come home, come home, come home, come home
Always goes against the grain, and I can try and deny it
Give a monkey half a brain, and still he's bound to fry it
Now the happening scene is dead, I used to want to be there too
Every sky is blue, but not for me and you
Come home, come home, come home, come home,
Come home, come home, come home, come home
TEENAGE ANGST Shine the headlight, straight into my eyes
BIONIC Harder faster, forever after,
36 DEGREES We were tight, but it falls apart as silver turns to blue
HANG ON TO YOUR IQ Chinese masseuse, comes between us
NANCY BOY Alcoholic kind of mood
I KNOW I know, you love the song but not the singer
BRUISE PRISTINE The means are right for taking, fade to grey
LADY OF THE FLOWERS 'Scuse me, I apologize
SWALLOW Confiscate
H.K FAREWELL Instrumental
vMolko/Placebov
Like the roadkill, I'm paralysed
You see through my disguise
At the drive-in, double feature,
Pull the lever, break the fever
And say your last goodbyes
Since I was born I started to decay
Now nothing ever ever goes my way
One fluid gesture, like stepping back in time
Trapped in amber, petrified
And still not satisfied
Airs and social graces, elocution so divine.
I'll stick to my needle, and my favourite waste of time,
Both spineless and sublime
Since I was born I started to decay
Now nothing ever - ever goes my way
vMolko/Placebov
harder faster, forever after,
Harder faster, forever after,
Forever after
None of you can make the grade,
None of you can make the grade,
None of you can make the grade,
None of you can make the grade
Harder faster, forever after,
Harder faster, forever after,
Harder faster, forever after,
Forever after
None of you can make the grade,
None of you can make the grade,
None of you can make the grade,
None of you can make the grade
vMolko/Placebov
Waxing with a candlelight, and burning just for you
Allocate your sentiment, and stick it in a box
I've never been an extrovert, but i'm still breathing
Someone tried to do me ache
[It's what I'm afraid of]
With hindsight, I was more than blind, lost without a clue
Thought I was getting carat gold, and what I got was you
Stuck inside the circumstances, lonely at the top
I've always been an introvert
Happily bleeding
Someone tried to do me ache
[It's what i'm afraid of]
4 7 2 3 9 8 5 - I gotta breathe to stay alive,
And 1 4 2 9 7 8 - feels like I'm gonna suffocate
14 16 22 - this skin that turns to blister blue
Shoulders toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees,
Shoulders toes and knees,I'm 36 degrees,
Shoulder toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees,
Shoulders toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees
vMolko/Placebov
Talks in haikus, plastic venus
Got a headrush, in her pocket
Two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely
Every morning my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high, before I go outside
Roll another, for breakfast
Burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely
Legs eleven, makes me stay up late
Two fat ladies on my back, and now it's 88
I'm a fool, whose tool is small
It's so miniscule, it's no tool at all
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
I'm lonely
Oh
vMolko/Placebov
Lose my clothes, lose my lube
Cruising for a piece of fun
Looking out for number one
Different partner every night
So narcotic outta sight
What a gas, what a beautiful ass
And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me
Kind of buzz that lasts for days
Had some help from insect ways
Comes across all shy and coy
Just another nancy boy
Woman man or modern monkey
Just another happy junkie
Fifty pounds, press my button
Going down
And it all breaks down at the role reversal
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me
Does his makeup in his room
douse himself with cheap perfume
Eyeholes in a paper bag
Greatest lay I ever had
Kind of guy who mates for life
Gotta help him find a wife
We're a couple, when our bodies double
And it all breaks down at the role reversal
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me
And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
Got the muse in my head she's universal,
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me
vMolko/Placebov
I know, you've got me wrapped around your finger
I know, you want the sin without the sinner
I know
I know
I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know, the last in line is always called a bastard
I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know
I know
I know, you cut me loose in contradiction
I know, I'm all wrapped up in sweet attrition
I know, it's asking for your benediction
I know
I know
I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know, the last in line is always called a bastard
I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know
I know
I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know, the last in line is always called a bastard
I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know
I know
vMolko/Placebov
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me
Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose
Cast a line with a velvet glove
Reading like an open book, in the hands of love
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me
Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose
?Encore? |Echoed|
Means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me
Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose
vMolko/Placebov
He likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
He spends the afternoon, between your thighs
How's that for gratitude, I apologize
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
And her hypnotic gaze
'Scuse me, I apologize
She's got vacum cleaner eyes
Suck you in
She's got magazines, filled with pear pies
'Scuse me, I apologize
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
And her hypnotic gaze
She wears her tears on her blouse
Confused and racked with self-doubt
She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out
'Scuse me, I apologize
He likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
He spends the afternoon, between your thighs
How's that for gratitude, I apologize
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
Her electronic haze
She wears her tears on her blouse
Confused and racked with self-doubt
She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out
She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out
She lays me down
She lays me
vMolko/Placebov
Razor blade
Confiscate
Hey
Marilyn
It kinda went like this
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stop
Stop stammering
I uh
I uh
I
I
stop
I forgot where I put it
I can't remember where I put it
Swallow
Swallow
Hey
Hey
What
Marilyn
Yeah
I
I
well I
Kind of
It kinda went like this
Kinda
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stop
Stammering
Stop stammering
I uh
I uh
I
I
I forgot
I forgot
I uh
I forgot where I put it
I can't remember where I put it
I put it
Swallow
Swallow
Marilyn
Marilyn
I
Well I
Stop
It kinda went like this
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stop
Stammering
Stop stammering
I uh
I uh
I
I
Stop
Stop
I uh
Forgot where I put it
I can't remember where I put it
Swallow
Marilyn
Where I put it yeah
I well
Well I
It kinda
Kinda went like this
It went
Like this it
Stay with me
Stay
Stay with me
Stop
Stammering
Stop stammering
I uh
I uh
I [echo]
vPlacebov