sung by William
Here she comes walking down the street
She's got something you would love to meet
It's her heart and her heart is black
Think of ice cream sliding into a crack
The heat sticks to summer's heavy sweat
Hang around it'll get hotter yet
You got the shakes and it's gonne get worse
Don't you know it's all a part of the curse
She's got the hit that takes you into space
Suck mud and make a deal for that taste
You got nothing but you're riding on a star
You couldn't guess that she could take you that far
Some things are so hard to say
Even though you'd say them every day
Don't let your life be the butt of a joke
Get your lips round a cool black Pepsi Coke
Here she comes
The Jesus and Mary Chain - Automatic Album Lyrics
The Jesus and Mary Chain - Automatic Lyrics
Writer: JAMES REID, WILLIAM ADAM REID
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Coast To Coast
Sung by jim
Feels like something pumping through my veins
I got the junk gun fever sinking to my brain
Feels like God in heaven's gone insane
I got a cat scratch engine takes me on the road
Wheels get rolling back to the world I know
Takes me just as far as I can go
I got my senses strung out to the sky
That desert city's got me reaching high
Here I come here I come
Junk town nothing got to keep it coming
Hipshake gunning kick start and I'm running
Just don't make it guess you got to fake it
Here I come here I come
On the road
Under a sky
Coast to coast
Feels like something pumping through my veins
I got the junk gun fever sinking to my brain
Feels like God in heaven's gone insane
I got a cat scratch engine takes me on the road
Wheels get rolling back to the world I know
Takes me just as far as I can go
I got my senses strung out to the sky
That desert city's got me reaching high
Here I come here I come
Junk town nothing got to keep it coming
Hipshake gunning kick start and I'm running
Just don't make it guess you got to fake it
Here I come here I come
On the road
Under a sky
Coast to coast
Writer: JIM REID, WILLIAM REID
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Blues from a Gun
I don't care about the state of my hair
I got something out of nothing
That just wasn't there
And your kiss kiss kiss
Is never gonna blow me away
Dreams of escape keep me awake
I'm never gonna get out and make it away
I'm a stone dead tripper
Dying in a fantasy
Like a cracked open sky it helps you to die
Don't split it scrape it
You're screaming automatic pain
Too young kid you're gonna get hit
Looks like your never gonna make it
Off the government list
I don't mind about the state of my mind
But you know it's good for nothing
And I left you behind
It's a sick sick city
But it's never gonna make me insane
If you're talking for real
Then go cut a deal
You're facing up to living out
The way that you feel
And you shake shake shake
'Cause you know you'll never make it away
Well I guess that's why I've always
Got the blues
I got something out of nothing
That just wasn't there
And your kiss kiss kiss
Is never gonna blow me away
Dreams of escape keep me awake
I'm never gonna get out and make it away
I'm a stone dead tripper
Dying in a fantasy
Like a cracked open sky it helps you to die
Don't split it scrape it
You're screaming automatic pain
Too young kid you're gonna get hit
Looks like your never gonna make it
Off the government list
I don't mind about the state of my mind
But you know it's good for nothing
And I left you behind
It's a sick sick city
But it's never gonna make me insane
If you're talking for real
Then go cut a deal
You're facing up to living out
The way that you feel
And you shake shake shake
'Cause you know you'll never make it away
Well I guess that's why I've always
Got the blues
Writer: BILLY REID, WILLIAM ADAM REID
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Between Planets
Sung by jim
Suicide standing sucking in her cheeks
Too much lips and too much eyes
Hasn't slept for weeks
She don't know just where it goes
Jackie t said she saw death
She's done it fifty ways
But she's been off that medicine
For almost fifteen days
She don't know just where it goes
So turn around and run back where you're from
You can't get on
Don't shake those hips don't bite those lips
Just keep it hid
Come on now you gave it away
And all the friends you had got paid
Come on now you were never that shy
And that's no way for you to say bye bye
Baby you drive me crazy
Don't come around here no more
Suicide standing sucking in her cheeks
Too much lips and too much eyes
Hasn't slept for weeks
She don't know just where it goes
Jackie t said she saw death
She's done it fifty ways
But she's been off that medicine
For almost fifteen days
She don't know just where it goes
So turn around and run back where you're from
You can't get on
Don't shake those hips don't bite those lips
Just keep it hid
Come on now you gave it away
And all the friends you had got paid
Come on now you were never that shy
And that's no way for you to say bye bye
Baby you drive me crazy
Don't come around here no more
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Uv Ray
Sung by jim
There's treasure in the pit of the hideous sin
Unpeel ice cool velvet skin
Junk eats trash in a chemical kiss
T.v poison tastes like this
Broken down jeses with the taste of trash
Ice cool hip swinger moves too fast
Tear stained nightmares in the cold light of day
Sick sick nightmares just won't go away
You gotta kick it while it's on
You gotta take it while it's going
You gotta walk before you run
You're getting fun fun fun
There's treasure in the pit of the hideous sin
Unpeel ice cool velvet skin
Junk eats trash in a chemical kiss
T.v poison tastes like this
Broken down jeses with the taste of trash
Ice cool hip swinger moves too fast
Tear stained nightmares in the cold light of day
Sick sick nightmares just won't go away
You gotta kick it while it's on
You gotta take it while it's going
You gotta walk before you run
You're getting fun fun fun
Writer: JIM REID, WILLIAM REID
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Her Way Of Praying
Fall to her call on a Saturday night
She's got the hip dippin' trick
Of all time done right
She's got her lips sticking tight
To her find tonight
She's keeping time keeping time
With the mystery rhyme
And she's crazy to want me to taunt me
Deep on the scene she is waiting for me
Like a sin scraping skin
She is screaming for me
Hope in hope in the sky she is talking to me
She's keeping time keeping time
With the image of me
It's her way of saying a prayer for me
It's her way of talking to God for me
It's her way of talking to jesus christ
It's her way of talking to jesus
She's got the hip dippin' trick
Of all time done right
She's got her lips sticking tight
To her find tonight
She's keeping time keeping time
With the mystery rhyme
And she's crazy to want me to taunt me
Deep on the scene she is waiting for me
Like a sin scraping skin
She is screaming for me
Hope in hope in the sky she is talking to me
She's keeping time keeping time
With the image of me
It's her way of saying a prayer for me
It's her way of talking to God for me
It's her way of talking to jesus christ
It's her way of talking to jesus
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Head On
As soon as I get my head round you
I come around catching sparks off you
I get an electric charge from you
This second-hand living it just won't do
And the way I feel tonight
I could die and I wouldn't mind
And there's something going on inside
Makes you want to feel
Makes you want to try
Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky
I can't stand up
I can't cool down
I can't get my head off the ground
As soon as I get my head round you
I come around catching sparks off you
And all I ever got from you
Was all I ever took from you
And the world could die in pain
And I wouldn't feel no shame
And there's nothing holding me to blame
Makes you want to feel
Makes you want to try
Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky
I'm taking myself to the dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can't be found
Makes you want to feel
Makes you want to try
Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky
I can't stand up
I can't cool down
I can't get my head off the ground
Makes you want to feel
Makes you want to try
Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky
I can't stand up
I can't cool down
I can't get my head off the ground
Makes you want to feel
Makes you want to try
Makes you want to feel
Makes you want to try
I come around catching sparks off you
I get an electric charge from you
This second-hand living it just won't do
And the way I feel tonight
I could die and I wouldn't mind
And there's something going on inside
Makes you want to feel
Makes you want to try
Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky
I can't stand up
I can't cool down
I can't get my head off the ground
As soon as I get my head round you
I come around catching sparks off you
And all I ever got from you
Was all I ever took from you
And the world could die in pain
And I wouldn't feel no shame
And there's nothing holding me to blame
Makes you want to feel
Makes you want to try
Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky
I'm taking myself to the dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can't be found
Makes you want to feel
Makes you want to try
Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky
I can't stand up
I can't cool down
I can't get my head off the ground
Makes you want to feel
Makes you want to try
Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky
I can't stand up
I can't cool down
I can't get my head off the ground
Makes you want to feel
Makes you want to try
Makes you want to feel
Makes you want to try
Writer: JAMES OSTERBERG, JAMES WILLIAMSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Take it
sung by Jim
She could take my time and that's okay
You got to get right down and show me what's the way
I got what she gives me and that's okay
Shake up baby and wake up to what is real
Stand up tall to shout out what she feels
What she don't she don't have time to steal
I got what she gives me and that's okay
She gives me what I need and that's okay
She could take my time and that's okay
You got to get right down and show me what's the way
I got what she gives me and that's okay
Shake up baby and wake up to what is real
Stand up tall to shout out what she feels
What she don't she don't have time to steal
I got what she gives me and that's okay
She gives me what I need and that's okay
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Halfway to Crazy
Crazy I'm halfway to crazy
Suicide could save me
Oh is that much too extreme
It's such a sad and sorry scene
Lovers tongue tied
And tied to the tongue
Making deals going bad by the dawn
Every dog must have it's day
And then it's got to pay and pay
That's me being torn at the seams
Going mad in the middle of a dream
Catch me getting it wrong from the start
Catch me 'cause I'm falling apart
Crazy I'm halfway to crazy
Suicide would waste me
Homicide would break me
Tongue tied and tied to the tongue
Oh is life as bad as dreams
I guess that's just the way it seems
Suicide could save me
Oh is that much too extreme
It's such a sad and sorry scene
Lovers tongue tied
And tied to the tongue
Making deals going bad by the dawn
Every dog must have it's day
And then it's got to pay and pay
That's me being torn at the seams
Going mad in the middle of a dream
Catch me getting it wrong from the start
Catch me 'cause I'm falling apart
Crazy I'm halfway to crazy
Suicide would waste me
Homicide would break me
Tongue tied and tied to the tongue
Oh is life as bad as dreams
I guess that's just the way it seems
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Gimme Hell
Crazy I'm halfway to crazy
Suicide could save me
Oh is that much too extreme
It's such a sad and sorry scene
Lovers tongue tied
And tied to the tongue
Making deals going bad by the dawn
Every dog must have it's day
And then it's got to pay and pay
That's me being torn at the seams
Going mad in the middle of a dream
Catch me getting it wrong from the start
Catch me 'cause I'm falling apart
Crazy I'm halfway to crazy
Suicide would waste me
Homicide would break me
Tongue tied and tied to the tongue
Oh is life as bad as dreams
I guess that's just the way it seems
Suicide could save me
Oh is that much too extreme
It's such a sad and sorry scene
Lovers tongue tied
And tied to the tongue
Making deals going bad by the dawn
Every dog must have it's day
And then it's got to pay and pay
That's me being torn at the seams
Going mad in the middle of a dream
Catch me getting it wrong from the start
Catch me 'cause I'm falling apart
Crazy I'm halfway to crazy
Suicide would waste me
Homicide would break me
Tongue tied and tied to the tongue
Oh is life as bad as dreams
I guess that's just the way it seems
Writer: "JIM REID, WILLIAM REID"
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Automatic is the third studio album by Scottish alternative rock band the Jesus and Mary Chain, released on 9 October 1989 by Blanco y Negro Records. The group on this record consists of the core duo of brothers William and Jim Reid, with a drum machine providing percussion and synthesised bass. The only other credited musician was Richard Thomas, who joined the touring version of the Jesus and Mary Chain as a drummer. Thomas drummed on "Gimme Hell" and was a former member of Dif Juz. He also made appearances on Cocteau Twins' 1986 album Victorialand and This Mortal Coil's 1986 album Filigree & Shadow.
Although released to generally poor reviews at the time (with the aforementioned synthesised drums and bass being the biggest point of contention), Automatic contains "Blues from a Gun", their most successful single in America up to that point, and "Head On" (later covered by Pixies).
Critical and fan reception has improved with time. Pitchfork wrote in 2006 that "conventional wisdom wrongly calls [Automatic] the dud" of the band's discography, but that in hindsight the album "feels like a career peak".
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The Jesus and Mary ChainAlthough released to generally poor reviews at the time (with the aforementioned synthesised drums and bass being the biggest point of contention), Automatic contains "Blues from a Gun", their most successful single in America up to that point, and "Head On" (later covered by Pixies).
Critical and fan reception has improved with time. Pitchfork wrote in 2006 that "conventional wisdom wrongly calls [Automatic] the dud" of the band's discography, but that in hindsight the album "feels like a career peak".
Genre(s): Alternative rock
Producer(s): Jim Reid, William Reid
Length: 43:26
Released: October 9th, 1989
Year: 1989