Hot tub! Get into my hot tub
(Right on down, huh!)
(Body rub, huh)
Hot tub! Ready for hot water
Hot tub! Get a disease
(Uh! Spread it in grease)
Ariel Pink - Before Today Album Lyrics
Ariel Pink - Before Today Lyrics
Writer: Ariel Marcus Rosenberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Bright Lit Blue Skies
What is this thing
I call my mind
I look for the things I can't find
Why am i so far from the ground ?
My voice is quiet but my
Thoughts are loud
Bright Lit blue skies
You're full of lies
Lies
My tired thoughts are
Just like chalk
Rub it across your mind
Just like a clock
2:45 and 8pm
I'm sorry but you won't
See me again
Bright Lit blue skies
You're full of lies
Lies
Bright Lit blue skies
You're full of lies
Lies, Lies, Lies
You're full of lies
I call my mind
I look for the things I can't find
Why am i so far from the ground ?
My voice is quiet but my
Thoughts are loud
Bright Lit blue skies
You're full of lies
Lies
My tired thoughts are
Just like chalk
Rub it across your mind
Just like a clock
2:45 and 8pm
I'm sorry but you won't
See me again
Bright Lit blue skies
You're full of lies
Lies
Bright Lit blue skies
You're full of lies
Lies, Lies, Lies
You're full of lies
Writer: Ariel Marcus Rosenberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
L'estat (Acc. to the Widow's Maid)
Madame Morse Estate
Stood five-hundred years
Painted black by love
Bathed in widows' tears
She had a maid
The maid remained to tend her
She tied and drowned her
When she caught her in the bed with her gardener
But she loves him (Yeah yeah)
Oh! But she loves him (Yeah yeah)
Oh! And how she loves that estate
(Estate, estate, estate, estate, estate, estate, estate)
She wouldn't concede out of vanity that
Her servant would ever
Find her love
Her reflection would cry
Down in the lake where she threw the
Corpse for all time
Oh, Madame, sad is this estate
Love blew the roof of your estate
Madame, mad mad love
Madame, cheer up!
Come on!
Madame Morse Estate
Fell one summer's day
Rolling down to the water
Where the Madames made pants
To her mother, she loves her
Yeah, she loves her (Yeah yeah)
Oh! 'Cause she loves her (Yeah yeah)
Oh! And how she loves that estate
(Estate, estate, estate, estate, estate, estate, estate)
She wouldn't concede out of vanity that
Her servant would ever
Find her love
Her reflection would cry
Down in the lake where she threw the
Corpse for all time
Oh, Madame, sad is this estate
Love blew the roof of your estate
Madame, mad mad love, mad
Madame, mad mad love
Madame, or love that's mad?
Cheer up!
Stood five-hundred years
Painted black by love
Bathed in widows' tears
She had a maid
The maid remained to tend her
She tied and drowned her
When she caught her in the bed with her gardener
But she loves him (Yeah yeah)
Oh! But she loves him (Yeah yeah)
Oh! And how she loves that estate
(Estate, estate, estate, estate, estate, estate, estate)
She wouldn't concede out of vanity that
Her servant would ever
Find her love
Her reflection would cry
Down in the lake where she threw the
Corpse for all time
Oh, Madame, sad is this estate
Love blew the roof of your estate
Madame, mad mad love
Madame, cheer up!
Come on!
Madame Morse Estate
Fell one summer's day
Rolling down to the water
Where the Madames made pants
To her mother, she loves her
Yeah, she loves her (Yeah yeah)
Oh! 'Cause she loves her (Yeah yeah)
Oh! And how she loves that estate
(Estate, estate, estate, estate, estate, estate, estate)
She wouldn't concede out of vanity that
Her servant would ever
Find her love
Her reflection would cry
Down in the lake where she threw the
Corpse for all time
Oh, Madame, sad is this estate
Love blew the roof of your estate
Madame, mad mad love, mad
Madame, mad mad love
Madame, or love that's mad?
Cheer up!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Fright Night (Nevermore)
Sleep walking in the dead of night
Whoa
Black cat crosses your path
(Until you) petition the lord
Knock knock on the door three times
And you knock knock
On the door!
I used to talk to demons with my ouija board but
Not anymore
On fright night
You tuck me in
I'm a necro-romantic
I'm a suck on your blood
Are you ready for Freddy
Yeah, knock on the door
Knock knock on the door three times
And you knock knock
On the door!
I used to walk underneath ladders
Not anymore
On fright night
?
Come over here oh pretty baby
You're my bundle-o-love
You're driving me crazy, betcha
Can't get enough
Knock knock knock knock
Knock on the door I said
Knock knock knock
On the door!
I mingled with the dead
With my Ouija board but
Not anymore
On fright night
Whoa
Black cat crosses your path
(Until you) petition the lord
Knock knock on the door three times
And you knock knock
On the door!
I used to talk to demons with my ouija board but
Not anymore
On fright night
You tuck me in
I'm a necro-romantic
I'm a suck on your blood
Are you ready for Freddy
Yeah, knock on the door
Knock knock on the door three times
And you knock knock
On the door!
I used to walk underneath ladders
Not anymore
On fright night
?
Come over here oh pretty baby
You're my bundle-o-love
You're driving me crazy, betcha
Can't get enough
Knock knock knock knock
Knock on the door I said
Knock knock knock
On the door!
I mingled with the dead
With my Ouija board but
Not anymore
On fright night
Writer: AARON SPERSKE, ARIEL ROSENBERG, COLE GREIF NEILL, KENNETH GILMORE, TIM KOH
Copyright: Lyrics © COHEN AND COHEN, Word Collections Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © COHEN AND COHEN, Word Collections Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Round And Round
It's always the same as always
Sad and tongue tied
It's got a memory and refrain
I'm afraid, you're afraid
And we die and we live
And we're born again
Turn me inside out
What can I say?
(Merry go round)
Up and around we go
Round and around we go [x4]
Break down, break down
You play air guitars for a fan
And I, I'll play the eardrums in the band
And I'll back you up as your frontman
"Hello? Oh, hi"
Now that sounds right frontman
Write the songs that say, "I like that!"
Hold on, I'm calling, calling back to the Bowl
And we'll dazzle them all, hold on
Pick up the phone
And I'll want to go home now
(Merry go round)
Up and around we go
Round and around we go
Lady... come on lee, set me free
Come on me!
Sentimental heartbreaking
Everything is my fault.
Sad and tongue tied
It's got a memory and refrain
I'm afraid, you're afraid
And we die and we live
And we're born again
Turn me inside out
What can I say?
(Merry go round)
Up and around we go
Round and around we go [x4]
Break down, break down
You play air guitars for a fan
And I, I'll play the eardrums in the band
And I'll back you up as your frontman
"Hello? Oh, hi"
Now that sounds right frontman
Write the songs that say, "I like that!"
Hold on, I'm calling, calling back to the Bowl
And we'll dazzle them all, hold on
Pick up the phone
And I'll want to go home now
(Merry go round)
Up and around we go
Round and around we go
Lady... come on lee, set me free
Come on me!
Sentimental heartbreaking
Everything is my fault.
Writer: KENNETH GILMORE, TIM KOH, AARON SPERSKE, NEILL COLE, ARIEL ROSENBERG
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., COHEN AND COHEN, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., COHEN AND COHEN, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Beverly Kills
Beverly kills the freaks with her golden arrow
Beverly kills the freaks
Oh!
Never heard about Beverly's freaks, yeah
Think twice before you meet 'em
Made up of the finest comedians
Ya can't stop no incest from spoiling
Sorry I'm not sorry for your
Dismal waste
Can't stop the press!
No!
Beverly kills the freaks with her poison arrow
Beverly kills the freaks
Oh!
The houses' prices don't go down
Yet all around
I see them underground
I know a guy used to ball in the league, yeah
He's dancing in the street
Sorry I'm not sorry for your
Dismal waste
Can't stop the press!
I can't break the headline
I can't stop the press!
Don't wanna
Stop the
Mess
Beverly kills the freaks
Oh!
Never heard about Beverly's freaks, yeah
Think twice before you meet 'em
Made up of the finest comedians
Ya can't stop no incest from spoiling
Sorry I'm not sorry for your
Dismal waste
Can't stop the press!
No!
Beverly kills the freaks with her poison arrow
Beverly kills the freaks
Oh!
The houses' prices don't go down
Yet all around
I see them underground
I know a guy used to ball in the league, yeah
He's dancing in the street
Sorry I'm not sorry for your
Dismal waste
Can't stop the press!
I can't break the headline
I can't stop the press!
Don't wanna
Stop the
Mess
Writer: Ariel Marcus Rosenberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Butt-House Blondies
Butt-house blondies
She used to care
Butt-house blondies
She used to be a square at sixteen
Now all she knows is that she can breed
She's dumb, and she's dumb
Cuz she really really thinks that
She's dumb
Butt-house blondies
She used to care
Butt-house blondies
She used to be stoned at sixteen
Now all she knows is that she can breed
She used to care
Butt-house blondies
She used to be a square at sixteen
Now all she knows is that she can breed
She's dumb, and she's dumb
Cuz she really really thinks that
She's dumb
Butt-house blondies
She used to care
Butt-house blondies
She used to be stoned at sixteen
Now all she knows is that she can breed
Writer: AARON ROSENBERG, AARON SPERSKE, COLE GREIF NEILL, KENNETH GILMORE, TIM KOH
Copyright: Lyrics © COHEN AND COHEN, Word Collections Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © COHEN AND COHEN, Word Collections Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Little Wig
My daddy works for no one
He's the big wig (little wig)
He gives the order
And I implement it (little wig)
Is daddy sad, is daddy proud
Singing aloud
Little wig, little dreamer
Is my little wig too big and loud?
Flip it out!
Little wig, little dreamer (little wig)
Little wig, little dreamer
I wanna dream!
The shoes he wear don't fit
They're just too big for me (little wig)
I'd rather shine his shoes
With gum and spit (little wig)
This little wig has a big head
It's big and red
Little wig, little dreamer
Is ?
?
Little wig, little dreamer (little wig)
Little wig, little dreamer
I wanna dream!
Little wig takes off to sea
Little wig takes off to France
Come and see my little wig, man!
Come and feel its real, its real sound!
I have opportunities
I miss them all (little wig)
The road to glory
Is just down the hall (little wig)
He's the big wig (little wig)
He gives the order
And I implement it (little wig)
Is daddy sad, is daddy proud
Singing aloud
Little wig, little dreamer
Is my little wig too big and loud?
Flip it out!
Little wig, little dreamer (little wig)
Little wig, little dreamer
I wanna dream!
The shoes he wear don't fit
They're just too big for me (little wig)
I'd rather shine his shoes
With gum and spit (little wig)
This little wig has a big head
It's big and red
Little wig, little dreamer
Is ?
?
Little wig, little dreamer (little wig)
Little wig, little dreamer
I wanna dream!
Little wig takes off to sea
Little wig takes off to France
Come and see my little wig, man!
Come and feel its real, its real sound!
I have opportunities
I miss them all (little wig)
The road to glory
Is just down the hall (little wig)
Writer: Ariel Marcus Rosenberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Cant Hear My Eyes
I'm a man of many talents
But I got one thing left to do
I gotta get a blindfold and close my eyes
Before I get one look at you
Because I see love (see love)
In a special way
And I see you (see you)
So beautiful lady
You make my eyes go boom
And that tells me (tells me)
I need you soon
But I can't hear my eyes
They don't speak, they're just the spies
Said I can't hear my eyes
Cause when I see her, they slowly rise
Do it one more time
I want a lady as beautiful as a sunset on a strip
Light auburn hair and hips that don't care
Really makes me tick
And I see love (see love)
In a special way
And I see you (see you)
So beautiful lady
You make my eyes go boom
And that tells me (tells me)
I need you soon
But I can't hear my eyes
They don't speak, they're just the spies
Said I can't hear my eyes
Cause when I see her, they slowly rise
Do it one more time
Can't hear my eyes
They don't speak, they're just the spies
Said I can't hear my eyes
They don't speak, they're just the spies
But I got one thing left to do
I gotta get a blindfold and close my eyes
Before I get one look at you
Because I see love (see love)
In a special way
And I see you (see you)
So beautiful lady
You make my eyes go boom
And that tells me (tells me)
I need you soon
But I can't hear my eyes
They don't speak, they're just the spies
Said I can't hear my eyes
Cause when I see her, they slowly rise
Do it one more time
I want a lady as beautiful as a sunset on a strip
Light auburn hair and hips that don't care
Really makes me tick
And I see love (see love)
In a special way
And I see you (see you)
So beautiful lady
You make my eyes go boom
And that tells me (tells me)
I need you soon
But I can't hear my eyes
They don't speak, they're just the spies
Said I can't hear my eyes
Cause when I see her, they slowly rise
Do it one more time
Can't hear my eyes
They don't speak, they're just the spies
Said I can't hear my eyes
They don't speak, they're just the spies
Writer: AARON FIRE SPERSKE, ARIEL ROSENBERG, COLE GREIF NEILL, KENNETH GILMORE, TIM KOH
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., COHEN AND COHEN, PACIFIC ELECTRIC MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., COHEN AND COHEN, PACIFIC ELECTRIC MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Menopause Man
Mental woman, born of man
Born of woman, mental man
Change me, I'm changing day to day
Lady, I'm a lady from today
Neuter me
Spade my heart
So just come on girl
Saturn star
Trying too hard
To be yourself
Said you're trying too hard
To be what you are
Make me maternal, fertile woman
Make me menstrual, menopause man
Rape me, castrate me, make me gay
Lady, I'm a lady from today
Unique
Spade my parts
So just come on girl
Saturn star
Trying too hard
I know you're trying too hard
You're trying too hard
To be what you already are
Born of woman, mental man
Change me, I'm changing day to day
Lady, I'm a lady from today
Neuter me
Spade my heart
So just come on girl
Saturn star
Trying too hard
To be yourself
Said you're trying too hard
To be what you are
Make me maternal, fertile woman
Make me menstrual, menopause man
Rape me, castrate me, make me gay
Lady, I'm a lady from today
Unique
Spade my parts
So just come on girl
Saturn star
Trying too hard
I know you're trying too hard
You're trying too hard
To be what you already are
Writer: AARON ROSENBERG, AARON SPERSKE, COLE GREIF NEILL, KENNETH GILMORE, TIM KOH
Copyright: Lyrics © COHEN AND COHEN, Word Collections Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © COHEN AND COHEN, Word Collections Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Revolution's a Lie
Revolution's a lie
Revolution's a lie
My face
My ghost
My head explodes
My head explodes
Revolution's a lie
Revolution's a lie
Running away
Running away
Running away
Running away
Revolution's a lie
Revolution's a lie
Revolution's a lie
My face
My ghost
My head explodes
My head explodes
Revolution's a lie
Revolution's a lie
Running away
Running away
Running away
Running away
Revolution's a lie
Revolution's a lie
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Before Today is the eighth studio album by American recording artist Ariel Pink, credited to "Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti", and released on June 8, 2010. The album marked Pink's debut on the record label 4AD. It was his first official LP of new recordings since 2003's Worn Copy and his first written and recorded with a supporting band, referred to in the liner notes as "Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti".
The album was critically acclaimed upon release, with Pitchfork placing the album at #9 on its list of "The Top 50 Albums of 2010". Lead single "Round and Round" was also ranked by Pitchfork as the best track of 2010.
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Ariel PinkThe album was critically acclaimed upon release, with Pitchfork placing the album at #9 on its list of "The Top 50 Albums of 2010". Lead single "Round and Round" was also ranked by Pitchfork as the best track of 2010.
Genre(s): Pop, hypnagogic pop, indie rock, experimental pop
Length: 44:48
Released: June 8th, 2010
Year: 2010