Got me a movie
I want you to know
Slicing up eyeballs
I want you to know
Girlie so groovy
I want you to know
Don't know about you
But I am un chien andalusia
Wanna grow
Up to be
Be a debaser, debaser
Got me a movie
Ha ha ha ho
Slicing up eyeballs
Ha ha ha ho
Girlie so groovie
Ha ha ha ho
Don't know about you
But I am un chien andalusia
Debaser
Pixies - Doolittle Album Lyrics
Pixies - Doolittle Lyrics
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Tame
Got hips like cinderella
Must be having a good shame
Talking sweet about nothing
Cookie I think you're
Tame
I'm making good friends with you
When you're shaking your good frame
Fall on your face in those bad shoes
Lying there like you're tame
Uh huh huh
Tame
Must be having a good shame
Talking sweet about nothing
Cookie I think you're
Tame
I'm making good friends with you
When you're shaking your good frame
Fall on your face in those bad shoes
Lying there like you're tame
Uh huh huh
Tame
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Wave of Mutilation
Cease to resist, giving my goodbye
Drive my car into the ocean
You'll think I'm dead, but I sail away
On a wave of mutilation
A wave of mutilation
Wave of mutilation
Wave
Wave
I've kissed mermaids, rode the El Nino
Walked the sand with the crustaceans
Could find my way to Mariana
On a wave of mutilation
Wave of mutilation
Wave of mutilation
Wave
Wave
Wave of mutilation
Wave of mutilation
Wave of mutilation
Wave
Wave
Drive my car into the ocean
You'll think I'm dead, but I sail away
On a wave of mutilation
A wave of mutilation
Wave of mutilation
Wave
Wave
I've kissed mermaids, rode the El Nino
Walked the sand with the crustaceans
Could find my way to Mariana
On a wave of mutilation
Wave of mutilation
Wave of mutilation
Wave
Wave
Wave of mutilation
Wave of mutilation
Wave of mutilation
Wave
Wave
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
I Bleed
As loud as hell
A ringing bell
Behind my smile
It shakes my teeth
And all the while
As vampires feed
I bleed
Prithee, my dear,
Why are we here
Nobody knows
We go to sleep
As breathing flows
My mind secedes
I bleed
There's a place
In the buried west
In a cave
With a house in it
In the clay
The holes of hands
You can place
A hand in hand
In bleed
A ringing bell
Behind my smile
It shakes my teeth
And all the while
As vampires feed
I bleed
Prithee, my dear,
Why are we here
Nobody knows
We go to sleep
As breathing flows
My mind secedes
I bleed
There's a place
In the buried west
In a cave
With a house in it
In the clay
The holes of hands
You can place
A hand in hand
In bleed
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Here Comes Your Man
Outside there's a box car waiting
Outside the family stew
Out by the fire breathing
Outside we wait 'til face turns blue
I know the nervous walking
I know the dirty beard hangs
Out by the box car waiting
Take me away to nowhere plains
There is a wait so long (so long, so long)
You'll never wait so long
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Big shake on the box car moving
Big shake to the land that's falling down
Is a wind makes a palm stop blowing
A big, big stone fall and break my crown
There is a wait so long (so long, so long)
You'll never wait so long
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
There is a wait so long (so long, so long)
You'll never wait so long
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Outside the family stew
Out by the fire breathing
Outside we wait 'til face turns blue
I know the nervous walking
I know the dirty beard hangs
Out by the box car waiting
Take me away to nowhere plains
There is a wait so long (so long, so long)
You'll never wait so long
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Big shake on the box car moving
Big shake to the land that's falling down
Is a wind makes a palm stop blowing
A big, big stone fall and break my crown
There is a wait so long (so long, so long)
You'll never wait so long
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
There is a wait so long (so long, so long)
You'll never wait so long
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Here comes your man
Writer: Charles Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Dead
You crazy baby bathsheba, I wancha
You're suffocating you need a good shed
I'm tired of living, shebe, so gimme
Dead
We're apin' rapin' tapin' catharsis
You get torn down and get erected
My blood is working but my, my heart is
Dead
Hey
Whaddyah know?
You're lovely
Tan belly
Is starting to grow
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Dead
You're suffocating you need a good shed
I'm tired of living, shebe, so gimme
Dead
We're apin' rapin' tapin' catharsis
You get torn down and get erected
My blood is working but my, my heart is
Dead
Hey
Whaddyah know?
You're lovely
Tan belly
Is starting to grow
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Dead
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Monkey Gone To Heaven
There was a guy
An under water guy who controlled the sea
Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge
From new york and new jersey
This monkey's gone to heaven
The creature in the sky
Got sucked in ahole
Now there's a hole in the sky
And the ground's not cold
And if the ground's not cold
Everything is gonna burn
We'll all take turns
I'll get mine, too
This monkey's gone to haven
Rock me joe!
If man is 5 [3x]
Then the devil is 6 [5x]
Then god is 7 [3x]
This monkey's gone to heaven
An under water guy who controlled the sea
Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge
From new york and new jersey
This monkey's gone to heaven
The creature in the sky
Got sucked in ahole
Now there's a hole in the sky
And the ground's not cold
And if the ground's not cold
Everything is gonna burn
We'll all take turns
I'll get mine, too
This monkey's gone to haven
Rock me joe!
If man is 5 [3x]
Then the devil is 6 [5x]
Then god is 7 [3x]
This monkey's gone to heaven
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Mr. Grieves
Hope everything is alright
Hope everything is alright
What's that floating in the water
Old Neptune's only daughter
I believe
In Mr. Grieves
Pray for a man in the middle
One that talks like Doolittle
I believe
In Mr. Grieves
Do you have another opinion
Do you have another opinion
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Got bombed, got frozen
Got finally off to a finally dozing
I believe
In Mr. Grieves
Do you have another opinion
Opinion
Do you have another opinion
Do you have another opinion
You can cry, you can mope
But can you swing from a good rope
Oh I believe
In Mr. Grieves
Hope everything is alright
Hope everything is alright
Hope everything is alright
What's that floating in the water
Old Neptune's only daughter
I believe
In Mr. Grieves
Pray for a man in the middle
One that talks like Doolittle
I believe
In Mr. Grieves
Do you have another opinion
Do you have another opinion
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Got bombed, got frozen
Got finally off to a finally dozing
I believe
In Mr. Grieves
Do you have another opinion
Opinion
Do you have another opinion
Do you have another opinion
You can cry, you can mope
But can you swing from a good rope
Oh I believe
In Mr. Grieves
Hope everything is alright
Hope everything is alright
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Crackity Jones
Jose Jones
Told me alone
His story
He has friends
Like Paco Picopiedra
La muneca
He receives on his set
Crack crack crackity Jones
Crack crack
Crack crack crackity Jones [2x]
Crack crack
Crack crack crackity Jones
Please forgive me
Jose Jones
You need these walls
For your own
I'm moving out of this hospedaje
I'm afraid you'll cut me boy
Thirty miles by
Hundred miles by
Stinking island
Por goofiar
En crushing automovil
Chasing voices
He receives in his head
Crack crack crackity Jones
Crack crack
Crack crack crackity Jones [2x]
Crack crack
Crack crack crackity Jones [2x]
Crack crack
Crack crack crackity Jones
Told me alone
His story
He has friends
Like Paco Picopiedra
La muneca
He receives on his set
Crack crack crackity Jones
Crack crack
Crack crack crackity Jones [2x]
Crack crack
Crack crack crackity Jones
Please forgive me
Jose Jones
You need these walls
For your own
I'm moving out of this hospedaje
I'm afraid you'll cut me boy
Thirty miles by
Hundred miles by
Stinking island
Por goofiar
En crushing automovil
Chasing voices
He receives in his head
Crack crack crackity Jones
Crack crack
Crack crack crackity Jones [2x]
Crack crack
Crack crack crackity Jones [2x]
Crack crack
Crack crack crackity Jones
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
La La Love You
[Whistle] Yeah
I love you
I do
I love you
All I'm saying pretty baby
La la love you don't mean maybe
All I'm saying pretty baby
First base
Second base
Third base
Home run
[Whistle] Yeah
I love you
I do
I love you
All I'm saying pretty baby
La la love you, don't mean maybe
All I'm saying pretty baby
I love you
I do
I love you
All I'm saying pretty baby
La la love you don't mean maybe
All I'm saying pretty baby
First base
Second base
Third base
Home run
[Whistle] Yeah
I love you
I do
I love you
All I'm saying pretty baby
La la love you, don't mean maybe
All I'm saying pretty baby
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
No. 13 Baby
Got hair in a girl, that flows to her bones
And a comb in her pocket, if the winds get blown
Stripes on her eyes when she walks slow
But her face falls down, when she go, go, go
Black tear falling on my lazy queen
Gotta tattooed tit say number 13
Viva, don't want no blue eyes
La loma, I want brown eyes
Rica, I'm in a state, I'm in a state
I'm in a state, I'm in a state
I'm in a state, I'm in
Choir in the yard, in the house next door
Where a grandma brought, some songs from the shore
Six foot girl gonna, sweat when she dig
Stand close to the fire, when they light the pig
Standing in her chinos shirt pulled off clean
Gotta tattooed tit say number 13
Viva, don't want no blue eyes
La loma, I want brown eyes
Rica, I'm in a state, I'm in a state
I'm in a state, I'm in a state, I'm in a state
Viva, don't want no blue eyes
La loma, I want brown eyes
Rica, I'm in a state
And a comb in her pocket, if the winds get blown
Stripes on her eyes when she walks slow
But her face falls down, when she go, go, go
Black tear falling on my lazy queen
Gotta tattooed tit say number 13
Viva, don't want no blue eyes
La loma, I want brown eyes
Rica, I'm in a state, I'm in a state
I'm in a state, I'm in a state
I'm in a state, I'm in
Choir in the yard, in the house next door
Where a grandma brought, some songs from the shore
Six foot girl gonna, sweat when she dig
Stand close to the fire, when they light the pig
Standing in her chinos shirt pulled off clean
Gotta tattooed tit say number 13
Viva, don't want no blue eyes
La loma, I want brown eyes
Rica, I'm in a state, I'm in a state
I'm in a state, I'm in a state, I'm in a state
Viva, don't want no blue eyes
La loma, I want brown eyes
Rica, I'm in a state
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
There Goes My Gun
Yoo hoo [3x]
There goes my gun [4x]
Looka me [3x]
There goes my gun [4x]
Friendsa foe [3x]
There goes my gun [4x]
There goes my gun [4x]
Looka me [3x]
There goes my gun [4x]
Friendsa foe [3x]
There goes my gun [4x]
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Hey
Hey
Been trying to meet you
Hey
Must be a devil between us
Or whores in my head
Whores at the door
Whore in my bed
But hey
Where have you been?
If you go, I will surely die
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
"Uh" said the man to the lady
"Uh" said the lady to the man she adored
And the whores like a choir
Go "uh" all night
And Mary ain't you tired of this?
Uh
Is
The
Sound
That the mother makes when the baby breaks
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
Been trying to meet you
Hey
Must be a devil between us
Or whores in my head
Whores at the door
Whore in my bed
But hey
Where have you been?
If you go, I will surely die
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
"Uh" said the man to the lady
"Uh" said the lady to the man she adored
And the whores like a choir
Go "uh" all night
And Mary ain't you tired of this?
Uh
Is
The
Sound
That the mother makes when the baby breaks
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
Writer: Charles Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Silver
In this land of strangers
There are dangers
There are sorrows
I can't see this lady
It is shady
I am leaving tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Even there's a reason
It's silver
It's gone
In this land of strangers
There are dangers
There are sorrows
Sorrows
Sorrows
Sorrows
There are dangers
There are sorrows
I can't see this lady
It is shady
I am leaving tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Even there's a reason
It's silver
It's gone
In this land of strangers
There are dangers
There are sorrows
Sorrows
Sorrows
Sorrows
Writer: KIM DEAL, CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Gouge Away
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
Missy aggravation
Some sacred questions
You stroke my locks
Some marijuana
If you got some
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
Sleeping on your belly
You break my arms
You spoon my eyes
Been rubbing a bad charm
With holy fingers
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
Chained to the pillars
A three day party
I break the walls
And kill us all
With holy fingers
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
Missy aggravation
Some sacred questions
You stroke my locks
Some marijuana
If you got some
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
Sleeping on your belly
You break my arms
You spoon my eyes
Been rubbing a bad charm
With holy fingers
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
Chained to the pillars
A three day party
I break the walls
And kill us all
With holy fingers
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Doolittle, the second studio album by the American alternative rock band Pixies, was released on April 17, 1989, on 4AD records. The album was an instant critical success and became the band's breakthrough album. Doolittle was especially well-received in Europe, where the British music weeklies Melody Maker and Sounds named it their album of the year. Pixies' main songwriter and lead vocalist Black Francis wrote the idiosyncratic lyrics, which allude to surrealist imagery, biblical violence, and descriptions of torture and death.
The album is praised for its "quiet/loud" dynamic, which was achieved through subdued verses that are founded on Kim Deal's bass patterns and David Lovering's drums. The peaks in tone and volume were achieved through the addition of distorted guitars by Francis and Joey Santiago. This technique influenced the development of early-1990s grunge music; Kurt Cobain said Doolittle was one of his favorite records and that its songs heavily influenced Nirvana's song "Smells Like Teen Spirit".
Upon its release, Doolittle reached number eight on the UK Albums Chart. It has sold consistently since its release, and numerous music publications have placed it among the top albums of the 1980s. Both singles from the album, "Here Comes Your Man" and "Monkey Gone to Heaven", reached the US Billboard Modern Rock Tracks, while many of the album's tracks, including "Debaser" and "Hey", remain favorites of critics and fans.
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PixiesThe album is praised for its "quiet/loud" dynamic, which was achieved through subdued verses that are founded on Kim Deal's bass patterns and David Lovering's drums. The peaks in tone and volume were achieved through the addition of distorted guitars by Francis and Joey Santiago. This technique influenced the development of early-1990s grunge music; Kurt Cobain said Doolittle was one of his favorite records and that its songs heavily influenced Nirvana's song "Smells Like Teen Spirit".
Upon its release, Doolittle reached number eight on the UK Albums Chart. It has sold consistently since its release, and numerous music publications have placed it among the top albums of the 1980s. Both singles from the album, "Here Comes Your Man" and "Monkey Gone to Heaven", reached the US Billboard Modern Rock Tracks, while many of the album's tracks, including "Debaser" and "Hey", remain favorites of critics and fans.
Genre(s): Alternative rock
Length: 38:38
Released: April 17th, 1989
Year: 1989