I'm gonna break into your heart
I'm gonna crawl under your skin
I'm gonna break into your heart
And follow till I see where you begin
Times so tight,it's closing in
Forty more hours to go
When the tumblers spin
I'm getting in
Gonna be time to grow
I'm gonna break into your heart
I'm gonna crawl under your skin
I'm gonna break into your heart
And follow till I see where you begin
Hooks go deep, but it's make believe
But you're never gonna grow
Your heart is buried underneath
Mountains capped with snow
I'm gonna break into your heart
I'm gonna crawl under your skin
I'm gonna break into your heart
And follow till I see where you begin
Break them all
Take them all
Fake them all
Steal them all
Fail them all
Touch them all
Break them all
Break them all
I'm gonna break into your heart
I'm gonna break into your heart
I'm gonna break into your heart
I'm gonna break into your heart
Till it all comes crashing down
I'm gonna break into your heart
I'm gonna crawl under your skin
I'm gonna break into your heart
And follow till I get under your skin
And the wall comes tumbling down
And you finally let me in
I'll break into your
Iggy Pop - Post Pop Depression Album Lyrics
Iggy Pop - Post Pop Depression Lyrics
Writer: James Newell Osterberg, JOSHUA HOMME
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Gardenia
Gardenia
Where are you?
Black goddess in a shabby raincoat
Where are you tonight?
Cheap purple baby-doll dress
A gardenia in your hair
Much taller and stronger than me
A forbidden dream, a dream, a dream
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
Gardenia
Where are you tonight?
The streets were your home
Now where do you roam?
Your hourglass ass
And your powerful back
Your slant devil eyes
And the ditch down your spine
Deep as... Deep as...
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
We lay in the darkness
Then she turned the lights on
I saw a dangerous habit
When she turned the lights on
There's always a catch
In the darkness when you
When you turn the lights on
There's always a catch
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
Alone in the cheapo motel
By the highway to hell
America's greatest living poet
Was ogling you all night
You should be wearing the finest gown
But here you are now
Gas, food, lodging, poverty, misery and gardenia
You could be burned at the stake
For all your mistakes, mistakes, mistakes
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
Where are you?
Black goddess in a shabby raincoat
Where are you tonight?
Cheap purple baby-doll dress
A gardenia in your hair
Much taller and stronger than me
A forbidden dream, a dream, a dream
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
Gardenia
Where are you tonight?
The streets were your home
Now where do you roam?
Your hourglass ass
And your powerful back
Your slant devil eyes
And the ditch down your spine
Deep as... Deep as...
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
We lay in the darkness
Then she turned the lights on
I saw a dangerous habit
When she turned the lights on
There's always a catch
In the darkness when you
When you turn the lights on
There's always a catch
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
Alone in the cheapo motel
By the highway to hell
America's greatest living poet
Was ogling you all night
You should be wearing the finest gown
But here you are now
Gas, food, lodging, poverty, misery and gardenia
You could be burned at the stake
For all your mistakes, mistakes, mistakes
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight
Writer: James Newell Osterberg, JOSHUA HOMME, DEAN FERTITA
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
American Valhalla
I have no plans, I have no debts
The mind is not the carefree set
I'm looking for American Valhalla
So if it passes by give me a holler
Please
I've shot my gun, I've used my knife
This hasn't been an easy life
I'm hoping for American Valhalla
But if I have outlived my use
Please drink my juice
Innocence
It's so hard to figure it out
Innocence
It's so hard to figure it out
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
It's so hard to figure it out
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Where is American Valhalla
Death is the pill that's tough to swallow
Is there anybody in there?
Who do I have to kill?
I'm not the man with everything
I've nothing, but my name
Lowly, lowly deeds
That no one sees
Lowly, lowly deeds
That no one sees
Where is American Valhalla
Death is the pill that's hard to swallow
Is anybody in there?
And can I bring a friend?
I'm not the man with everything
I've nothing, but my name
I've nothing, but my name
I've nothing, but my name
I've nothing, but my name
I've nothing, but my name
The mind is not the carefree set
I'm looking for American Valhalla
So if it passes by give me a holler
Please
I've shot my gun, I've used my knife
This hasn't been an easy life
I'm hoping for American Valhalla
But if I have outlived my use
Please drink my juice
Innocence
It's so hard to figure it out
Innocence
It's so hard to figure it out
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
It's so hard to figure it out
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Where is American Valhalla
Death is the pill that's tough to swallow
Is there anybody in there?
Who do I have to kill?
I'm not the man with everything
I've nothing, but my name
Lowly, lowly deeds
That no one sees
Lowly, lowly deeds
That no one sees
Where is American Valhalla
Death is the pill that's hard to swallow
Is anybody in there?
And can I bring a friend?
I'm not the man with everything
I've nothing, but my name
I've nothing, but my name
I've nothing, but my name
I've nothing, but my name
I've nothing, but my name
Writer: Joshua Homme, James Osterberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
In The Lobby
Breaking zee chain in the lobby
An ocean of bodies
And then there's me
And I hope I'm not
Losing my life tonight
And it's all about the hang
And it's all about the crowd that hangs
And it's all about the hook
Somebody is losing their life tonight
I followed my shadow
And it lead me here
What is the problem
If I disappear?
And I hope I'm not
Losing my life tonight
And it's all about the edge
And it's all about the fans and kids
And it's all about the sex
And it's all about guns
Yeah
I followed my shadow tonight
Out of the light
Yeah
I followed my shadow tonight
Out of the light
My shadow is walking
In front of me
The longer the night
The shorter my leash
And it's a long, long night
And I hope I'm not
Losing my life tonight
And it's all about the kicks
And it's all about the dancing pricks
And it's all about the clowns
And it's all about guns
Yeah
I followed my shadow tonight
Out of the light
Yeah
I followed my shadow tonight
Out of the light
Out of the light
Get out of sight
Out of the light
Get out tonight
Out of the light
Get out of sight
Out of the light
Get out tonight
An ocean of bodies
And then there's me
And I hope I'm not
Losing my life tonight
And it's all about the hang
And it's all about the crowd that hangs
And it's all about the hook
Somebody is losing their life tonight
I followed my shadow
And it lead me here
What is the problem
If I disappear?
And I hope I'm not
Losing my life tonight
And it's all about the edge
And it's all about the fans and kids
And it's all about the sex
And it's all about guns
Yeah
I followed my shadow tonight
Out of the light
Yeah
I followed my shadow tonight
Out of the light
My shadow is walking
In front of me
The longer the night
The shorter my leash
And it's a long, long night
And I hope I'm not
Losing my life tonight
And it's all about the kicks
And it's all about the dancing pricks
And it's all about the clowns
And it's all about guns
Yeah
I followed my shadow tonight
Out of the light
Yeah
I followed my shadow tonight
Out of the light
Out of the light
Get out of sight
Out of the light
Get out tonight
Out of the light
Get out of sight
Out of the light
Get out tonight
Writer: Joshua Homme, James Osterberg, Dean Fertita
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Sunday
This house, is as slick as a senator's statement
This job is a masquerade of recreation
Like a wreck, I'm sinking fast
The key to everything
I crawl for Sunday
When I don't have to move
Caught up in dreams untangled one day
Where I don't have to prove
The days roll on and finally Sunday
A Sunday afternoon
I've got it all
But what's it for?
But getting some more
Always ready, always steady and
Always ready, always steady and...
The street is as cold as a corporate law suit
A pride, I can't jive is telling me to wipe my boots
I'm a wreck
What did you expect?
The key to everything
I crawl for Sunday
When I don't have to move
Caught up in dreams untangled one day
Where I don't have to prove
The days roll on and finally Sunday
A Sunday afternoon
I've got it all
And so what now?
(Do what they say and then do what they say, go back)
(Do what they say and then do what they say, go back)
(Do what they say and then do what they say, go back)
Do what they say and do what they say till Sunday
(Do what they say)
Until I'm black and blue
Oh what can I do?
Always ready, always steady and
Always ready, always steady and...
Got all I need and it is killing me
And you
[x6]
This job is a masquerade of recreation
Like a wreck, I'm sinking fast
The key to everything
I crawl for Sunday
When I don't have to move
Caught up in dreams untangled one day
Where I don't have to prove
The days roll on and finally Sunday
A Sunday afternoon
I've got it all
But what's it for?
But getting some more
Always ready, always steady and
Always ready, always steady and...
The street is as cold as a corporate law suit
A pride, I can't jive is telling me to wipe my boots
I'm a wreck
What did you expect?
The key to everything
I crawl for Sunday
When I don't have to move
Caught up in dreams untangled one day
Where I don't have to prove
The days roll on and finally Sunday
A Sunday afternoon
I've got it all
And so what now?
(Do what they say and then do what they say, go back)
(Do what they say and then do what they say, go back)
(Do what they say and then do what they say, go back)
Do what they say and do what they say till Sunday
(Do what they say)
Until I'm black and blue
Oh what can I do?
Always ready, always steady and
Always ready, always steady and...
Got all I need and it is killing me
And you
[x6]
Writer: James Osterberg, Joshua Homme, Dean Fertita
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Vulture
[Intro: Josh Homme]
Okay, cool
[Verse 1: Iggy Pop]
Fat, black vulture
White head hung low
Chewin' dead meat
By the side of the road
His evil breath
Smells just like death
He takes no chances
He knows the dances
[Refrain: Iggy Pop]
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
[Guitar Break]
[Verse 2: Iggy Pop]
Vulture waiting
For a life to end
Proving the prophet
He's nobody's friend
If he gets near
Your bones he'll clear
He'll jump your bandwagon
'Til it's your corpse he's draggin'
[Refrain: Iggy Pop]
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture
Vulture
[Verse 3: Iggy Pop]
Fat, black vulture
Has got no shame
He'll tell a lie
Cheat, steal, and frame
His poison whiff
Will kill you stiff
This toxic executive
Wants your guts in his grip
[Refrain: Iggy Pop]
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture
Vulture
Vulture
Vulture
[Outro: Iggy Pop]
Whoa
Oh...
Okay, cool
[Verse 1: Iggy Pop]
Fat, black vulture
White head hung low
Chewin' dead meat
By the side of the road
His evil breath
Smells just like death
He takes no chances
He knows the dances
[Refrain: Iggy Pop]
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
[Guitar Break]
[Verse 2: Iggy Pop]
Vulture waiting
For a life to end
Proving the prophet
He's nobody's friend
If he gets near
Your bones he'll clear
He'll jump your bandwagon
'Til it's your corpse he's draggin'
[Refrain: Iggy Pop]
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture
Vulture
[Verse 3: Iggy Pop]
Fat, black vulture
Has got no shame
He'll tell a lie
Cheat, steal, and frame
His poison whiff
Will kill you stiff
This toxic executive
Wants your guts in his grip
[Refrain: Iggy Pop]
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture
Vulture
Vulture
Vulture
[Outro: Iggy Pop]
Whoa
Oh...
Writer: James Osterberg, Joshua Homme, Dean Fertita
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
German Days
Speak easy
Knock on the door
They'll check you out
Through the peep hole
There's a man
Who knows what you want
There's a girl
Who'll capture your flag
Glittering champagne on ice
Garish and overpriced
Champagne on ice
Dish overpriced
Schnellimbiss
And Pope Benedict
Brilliant brains
And the end of pain
Germany
Must germinate
Germinate
In a German way
Garish and overpriced
Glittering champagne on ice
Berlin and Christ
Champagne on ice
German Days
German Days
German Days
German Days
German Days
Knock on the door
They'll check you out
Through the peep hole
There's a man
Who knows what you want
There's a girl
Who'll capture your flag
Glittering champagne on ice
Garish and overpriced
Champagne on ice
Dish overpriced
Schnellimbiss
And Pope Benedict
Brilliant brains
And the end of pain
Germany
Must germinate
Germinate
In a German way
Garish and overpriced
Glittering champagne on ice
Berlin and Christ
Champagne on ice
German Days
German Days
German Days
German Days
German Days
Writer: Joshua Homme, James Osterberg
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Chocolate Drops
When your love of life is an empty beach
Don't cry (Don't cry)
When your enemy has you in his reach
Don't die (Don't die)
When it's painful to express the things you feel (Inside)
When it hurts to share because they're bare and real (So real)
So when every day is judgement day, I won't pray (Don't pray)
When there's no one to share that empty chair, well OK (OK)
When you get to the bottom, you're near the top
The shit turns into chocolate drops
When you get to the bottom, you're near the top
The shit turns into chocolate drops
Drops
So fly (So fly)
So fly (So fly)
When your love of life is an empty beach (Don't cry)
When is painful to express the things you feel (Inside)
When you get to the bottom, you're near the top
The shit turns into chocolate drops
When you get to the bottom, you're near the top
The shit turns into chocolate drops
There is nothing in the stars if you fail to move
There is nothing in the dark, it's just some old excuse
Hanging on, let it go!
Don't cry (Don't cry)
When your enemy has you in his reach
Don't die (Don't die)
When it's painful to express the things you feel (Inside)
When it hurts to share because they're bare and real (So real)
So when every day is judgement day, I won't pray (Don't pray)
When there's no one to share that empty chair, well OK (OK)
When you get to the bottom, you're near the top
The shit turns into chocolate drops
When you get to the bottom, you're near the top
The shit turns into chocolate drops
Drops
So fly (So fly)
So fly (So fly)
When your love of life is an empty beach (Don't cry)
When is painful to express the things you feel (Inside)
When you get to the bottom, you're near the top
The shit turns into chocolate drops
When you get to the bottom, you're near the top
The shit turns into chocolate drops
There is nothing in the stars if you fail to move
There is nothing in the dark, it's just some old excuse
Hanging on, let it go!
Writer: James Osterberg, Joshua Homme, Dean Fertita
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Paraguay
While animals they do
Never wonder why
Just to do what they goddamn do
Just to do what they goddamn do
(Yeah)
I'm goin' where sore losers go
To hide my face and spend my dough
Though it's a dream, it's not a lie
And I won't stop to say goodbye
Paraguay
Paraguay
See I just couldn't take no more
Of whippin' fools and keepin' score
I just thought "well, f*ck it man"
I'm gonna pack my soul and scram
Paraguay
Paraguay
Out of the way I'll get away
Won't have to hear the things they say
Tamales and the bang of clouts [?]
Are all I need to pump me out [?]
Paraguay
Paraguay
I'll have no fear
I'll know no fear
So far from here
I'll have no fear
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
While animals they do
Never wonder why
Just to do what they goddamn do
There's nothing awesome here
Not a damn thing
There's nothing "wow!"
Just a bunch of people, scared
Everybody's f*ckin' scared
Fear eating all the souls at once
I'm tired of it
And I dreamed about gettin' away
To a new life
Where there's not so much f*cking knowledge
I don't want any of this "information"
I don't want "you"
No, not anymore
I've had enough of "you"
Yeah I'm talking to "you"
I wanna go to Paraguay
Live in a compound under the trees
With servants and bodyguards who love me
Free of criticism
Free of manners and bores [?]
I wanna be your basic Clyde [?]
Who made good
And went away while he could
To somewhere where people are still human beings
Where they have spirit
You take mother-f*cking laptop
Just shove it into your goddamn foul mouth
Down your shit-eating gizzard
You f*ckin' phony two-faced, three-timing piece of turd
And I hope you shit it out with all the words in it
And I hope the security services read those words
And pick you up and flay you
For all your evil and poisonous intentions
Cause I'm sick and it's your fault
And I'm gonna go heal myself now
(Yeah)
Never wonder why
Just to do what they goddamn do
Just to do what they goddamn do
(Yeah)
I'm goin' where sore losers go
To hide my face and spend my dough
Though it's a dream, it's not a lie
And I won't stop to say goodbye
Paraguay
Paraguay
See I just couldn't take no more
Of whippin' fools and keepin' score
I just thought "well, f*ck it man"
I'm gonna pack my soul and scram
Paraguay
Paraguay
Out of the way I'll get away
Won't have to hear the things they say
Tamales and the bang of clouts [?]
Are all I need to pump me out [?]
Paraguay
Paraguay
I'll have no fear
I'll know no fear
So far from here
I'll have no fear
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
While animals they do
Never wonder why
Just to do what they goddamn do
There's nothing awesome here
Not a damn thing
There's nothing "wow!"
Just a bunch of people, scared
Everybody's f*ckin' scared
Fear eating all the souls at once
I'm tired of it
And I dreamed about gettin' away
To a new life
Where there's not so much f*cking knowledge
I don't want any of this "information"
I don't want "you"
No, not anymore
I've had enough of "you"
Yeah I'm talking to "you"
I wanna go to Paraguay
Live in a compound under the trees
With servants and bodyguards who love me
Free of criticism
Free of manners and bores [?]
I wanna be your basic Clyde [?]
Who made good
And went away while he could
To somewhere where people are still human beings
Where they have spirit
You take mother-f*cking laptop
Just shove it into your goddamn foul mouth
Down your shit-eating gizzard
You f*ckin' phony two-faced, three-timing piece of turd
And I hope you shit it out with all the words in it
And I hope the security services read those words
And pick you up and flay you
For all your evil and poisonous intentions
Cause I'm sick and it's your fault
And I'm gonna go heal myself now
(Yeah)
Writer: James Osterberg, Josh Homme
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Post Pop Depression is the seventeenth studio album by American rock singer Iggy Pop, released by Caroline International / Loma Vista Recordings on March 18, 2016. Produced by Josh Homme of Queens of the Stone Age, the album was recorded in secrecy and features contributions from Queens of the Stone Age keyboardist and guitarist Dean Fertita, and Arctic Monkeys drummer Matt Helders.
The album gained a new level of chart success for Pop at age 68, becoming his first US top 20 album and first UK top 5 album. His previous highest peaks were both in 1977, when The Idiot reached No. 72 in the US and Lust for Life reached No. 28 in the UK.
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Iggy PopThe album gained a new level of chart success for Pop at age 68, becoming his first US top 20 album and first UK top 5 album. His previous highest peaks were both in 1977, when The Idiot reached No. 72 in the US and Lust for Life reached No. 28 in the UK.
Genre(s): Art rock, garage rock, hard rock
Producer(s): Josh Homme
Length: 41:31
Released: March 18th, 2016
Year: 2016