Why do Cupids and Angels continually haunt her dreams
Like memories of another life is painted on her shirt in capitals
Out on the free free way there's only she an the they
Represented by the lights
We went to the store and bought something great
Which samples this song from Washington state
Go, go little record go it is named by some guy named Joe
And the words are the letters of the words
Said electrically played for outer space and those
Of they who paid this song is twice occurred
And now its time to go away on holiday
Pixies - Trompe le Monde Album Lyrics
Pixies - Trompe le Monde Lyrics
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Planet Of Sound
One fine day in my odd past
I picked me up a transmission
I turned the fission ignition
Went looking for the broadcaster
And when I first touched some ground
They simply told me to leave
Was kind of hard to believe
'cause there was noone around
This ain't the planet of sound [4x]
I had a talented wine
That land o' classical gas
And on the planet of glass
They sent me skipping through time
I got to somewhere renowned
For it's canals and color of red
And lots of guys who shook their heads
Rhythmically to resound
This ain't the planet of sound [4x]
This ain't the planet of sound
This ain't no rock and roll town
This ain't no f*ckin' around
This ain't no planet of sound
I met a guy in a rover
He said it's one more over
It's just there where your bound
This ain't the planet of sound [4x]
I picked me up a transmission
I turned the fission ignition
Went looking for the broadcaster
And when I first touched some ground
They simply told me to leave
Was kind of hard to believe
'cause there was noone around
This ain't the planet of sound [4x]
I had a talented wine
That land o' classical gas
And on the planet of glass
They sent me skipping through time
I got to somewhere renowned
For it's canals and color of red
And lots of guys who shook their heads
Rhythmically to resound
This ain't the planet of sound [4x]
This ain't the planet of sound
This ain't no rock and roll town
This ain't no f*ckin' around
This ain't no planet of sound
I met a guy in a rover
He said it's one more over
It's just there where your bound
This ain't the planet of sound [4x]
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Alec Eiffel
Pioneer of aerodynamics
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
they thought he was real smart alec
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
He thought big they called it a phallic
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
They didn't know he was panoramic
Little eiffel stands in the archway
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
Keeping low doesn't make no sense
Sometimes people can be oh so dense
They didn't want it but he built it anyway
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
little eiffel stands in the archway
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
Keeping low don't make sense
Keeping low doesn't make no-sense
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
Little eiffel stands in the archway
Oh alexander i see you beneath
The archway of aerodynamics.
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
they thought he was real smart alec
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
He thought big they called it a phallic
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
They didn't know he was panoramic
Little eiffel stands in the archway
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
Keeping low doesn't make no sense
Sometimes people can be oh so dense
They didn't want it but he built it anyway
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
little eiffel stands in the archway
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
Keeping low don't make sense
Keeping low doesn't make no-sense
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
Little eiffel stands in the archway
Oh alexander i see you beneath
The archway of aerodynamics.
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Sad Punk
I smell smoke
That comes from a gun
Named extinction [3x]
It was so long ago
Could have happened to anyone
He was struck by a bullet
And he melted into fluid
Named extinction [3x]
Named extinction
One thousand miles an hour
I'm just like anyone
I want to feel the road of tar
Beneath the wheel
Named extinction [3x]
And evolving from the sea
Would not be too much time for me
To walk beside you in the sun
I read something
About a son of a gun
Named extinction [3x]
That comes from a gun
Named extinction [3x]
It was so long ago
Could have happened to anyone
He was struck by a bullet
And he melted into fluid
Named extinction [3x]
Named extinction
One thousand miles an hour
I'm just like anyone
I want to feel the road of tar
Beneath the wheel
Named extinction [3x]
And evolving from the sea
Would not be too much time for me
To walk beside you in the sun
I read something
About a son of a gun
Named extinction [3x]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Head On
As soon as I get my head around you
I come around catching sparks off you
I get an electric shock from you
This secondhand living 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 wanna feel
Makes you wanna try
Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky
And 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 around you
I come around catching sparks off you
And all I ever got from you
Was all I ever took from you
Yeah, the world could die in pain
And I wouldn't feel no shame
And there's nothing holding me to blame
Makes you wanna feel
Makes you wanna try
Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky
And I'm taking myself to a dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can't be found
I said yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
And I'm taking myself to a dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can't be found
Makes you wanna feel
Makes you wanna try
Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky
I come around catching sparks off you
I get an electric shock from you
This secondhand living 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 wanna feel
Makes you wanna try
Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky
And 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 around you
I come around catching sparks off you
And all I ever got from you
Was all I ever took from you
Yeah, the world could die in pain
And I wouldn't feel no shame
And there's nothing holding me to blame
Makes you wanna feel
Makes you wanna try
Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky
And I'm taking myself to a dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can't be found
I said yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
And I'm taking myself to a dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can't be found
Makes you wanna feel
Makes you wanna try
Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky
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.
U-Mass
In the sleepy West
Of the woody East
Is a valley full
Full o' pioneer
We' re not just kids
To say the least
We got ideas
To us that' s dear
Like capitalism
Like communism
Like lots of things
You've heard about
And redneckers
They get us pissed
And stupid stuff
It makes us shout
Oh dance with me
Oh don't be shy
Oh kiss me cunt
Oh kiss me cock
Oh kiss the world
Oh kiss the sky
Oh kiss my ass
Oh let it rock
Of the April birds
And the may bee
Oh baby
It' s educational [Repeat x8]
University
Of Massachusetts, please
And here' s the last five
It's educational [Repeat x4]
Eeeed eeeed uuuuh caaaah tioooon
Of the woody East
Is a valley full
Full o' pioneer
We' re not just kids
To say the least
We got ideas
To us that' s dear
Like capitalism
Like communism
Like lots of things
You've heard about
And redneckers
They get us pissed
And stupid stuff
It makes us shout
Oh dance with me
Oh don't be shy
Oh kiss me cunt
Oh kiss me cock
Oh kiss the world
Oh kiss the sky
Oh kiss my ass
Oh let it rock
Of the April birds
And the may bee
Oh baby
It' s educational [Repeat x8]
University
Of Massachusetts, please
And here' s the last five
It's educational [Repeat x4]
Eeeed eeeed uuuuh caaaah tioooon
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Palace Of The Brine
In a place they say is dead
In the lake that's like an ocean
I count about a billion head
All the time
There's a motion
Palace of the brine
I saw the cloning
Of the famous family
I heard the droning
In the shrine
Of the sea-monkey
Palace of the brine
Beneath reflections in the fountain
The starry sky and utah mountains
They are swimming happily
Can't you see
A life that's so sublime
Palace of the brine.
In the lake that's like an ocean
I count about a billion head
All the time
There's a motion
Palace of the brine
I saw the cloning
Of the famous family
I heard the droning
In the shrine
Of the sea-monkey
Palace of the brine
Beneath reflections in the fountain
The starry sky and utah mountains
They are swimming happily
Can't you see
A life that's so sublime
Palace of the brine.
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Bird Dream Of The Olympus Mons
Speed leaving without warning
I need some place to sleep tonight
Blowing in the rocking of the pine
Speed leaving without warning
The sunlight's going
Into the mountain
I will crawl
Into the mountain
Sun shines in the rusty morning
Skyline of the olympus mons
I think about it sometimes
Sun shines in the rusty morning
Once I had a good fly
Into the mountain
I will fall
Into the mountain
Oh yeah
Into the mountain
I will fall
Into the mountain
Oh yeah
Into the mountain
I will fall [2x]
I need some place to sleep tonight
Blowing in the rocking of the pine
Speed leaving without warning
The sunlight's going
Into the mountain
I will crawl
Into the mountain
Sun shines in the rusty morning
Skyline of the olympus mons
I think about it sometimes
Sun shines in the rusty morning
Once I had a good fly
Into the mountain
I will fall
Into the mountain
Oh yeah
Into the mountain
I will fall
Into the mountain
Oh yeah
Into the mountain
I will fall [2x]
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Space (I Believe In)
We needed something to move and fill up the space
We needed something this always is just the case
Jefrey with one f Jeffery took up his place
Sat on a carpet and with tablas in hand took up the chase
Jefrey with one f Jeffrey
Now it occurred to me as he drove away
D= are x t
Spacious (he's so) spacios
Space
(I belive in ) space
Jefrey with one f Jeffery
Now I'm going to sing the perry mason theme
(he's so) spacious
Spacious
(he's so) spacious
(he's so) spacious
Jefrey with one f Jeffery
Jefrey with one f Jeffery
Jefrey with one f one f.
We needed something this always is just the case
Jefrey with one f Jeffery took up his place
Sat on a carpet and with tablas in hand took up the chase
Jefrey with one f Jeffrey
Now it occurred to me as he drove away
D= are x t
Spacious (he's so) spacios
Space
(I belive in ) space
Jefrey with one f Jeffery
Now I'm going to sing the perry mason theme
(he's so) spacious
Spacious
(he's so) spacious
(he's so) spacious
Jefrey with one f Jeffery
Jefrey with one f Jeffery
Jefrey with one f one f.
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Subbacultcha
This is a song about something there
There is something about this song
We did the clubs what ass
I was hoping to have her in the sack
I was looking handsome
She was looking like an erotic vulture
I was all dressed in black she was all dressed up in black
Every thing was fine down here
What you call it here, call it what you will here
Way down down down in this subbacultcha
Her warm white belly in the life I'd lived had seen nothing
Finer she shakes and she moves me or something
She's like jellyroll like sculpture
I was wearing eyeliner she was wearing eyeliner
It was so good down here saving for my scrapbook here
Way down down down in this subbacultcha
We haven't been found
We haven't been found
We haven't been found
We haven't been found
Now we live on the sea and relax and ride the tack
Drug running on this panamanian schooner
She walks the deck in a black dress
And me I dress up in black and we listen to the sea
And look at the sky in a poetic kind of way, what you call it
When you look at the sky in a poetic kind of way
You know when you grope for luna
We haven't been found
We haven't been found
We haven't been found
...
There is something about this song
We did the clubs what ass
I was hoping to have her in the sack
I was looking handsome
She was looking like an erotic vulture
I was all dressed in black she was all dressed up in black
Every thing was fine down here
What you call it here, call it what you will here
Way down down down in this subbacultcha
Her warm white belly in the life I'd lived had seen nothing
Finer she shakes and she moves me or something
She's like jellyroll like sculpture
I was wearing eyeliner she was wearing eyeliner
It was so good down here saving for my scrapbook here
Way down down down in this subbacultcha
We haven't been found
We haven't been found
We haven't been found
We haven't been found
Now we live on the sea and relax and ride the tack
Drug running on this panamanian schooner
She walks the deck in a black dress
And me I dress up in black and we listen to the sea
And look at the sky in a poetic kind of way, what you call it
When you look at the sky in a poetic kind of way
You know when you grope for luna
We haven't been found
We haven't been found
We haven't been found
...
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Distance Equals Rate Times Time
I had me a vision
There wasn't any television
From looking into the sun
Looking into the sun
We got to think quick
Says blind St. Nick hey
From looking into the sun
Looking into the sun
We got to get some beer
We got no atmosphere
From looking into the sun
Looking into the sun
I had me a vision
There wasn't any television
From looking into the sun.
There wasn't any television
From looking into the sun
Looking into the sun
We got to think quick
Says blind St. Nick hey
From looking into the sun
Looking into the sun
We got to get some beer
We got no atmosphere
From looking into the sun
Looking into the sun
I had me a vision
There wasn't any television
From looking into the sun.
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lovely Day
At the station
At the border
An egression
To the exterior law and order
Upward plantation
I remember your red dress
Like a field full o' poppy
You were making me dreamy
Stunned by a love
Got to do what your head says
Could not let it stop me
They got one leaving today
And it's going away
Got my feet in the stirrup
It can be kind of banal
But I dream of your red dress
Riding down these dry canals
Oh baby it's not Europe
But I'm sending you money
I'm sending you lots of money
So you can buy a ticket
You will be my martian
Honey
All the day
They got one leaving today
And it's going away.
At the border
An egression
To the exterior law and order
Upward plantation
I remember your red dress
Like a field full o' poppy
You were making me dreamy
Stunned by a love
Got to do what your head says
Could not let it stop me
They got one leaving today
And it's going away
Got my feet in the stirrup
It can be kind of banal
But I dream of your red dress
Riding down these dry canals
Oh baby it's not Europe
But I'm sending you money
I'm sending you lots of money
So you can buy a ticket
You will be my martian
Honey
All the day
They got one leaving today
And it's going away.
Writer: WILLIAM HARRISON WITHERS JR., SKIP SCARBOROUGH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., GOLDEN WITHERS MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., GOLDEN WITHERS MUSIC
Motorway To Roswell
Last night he could not make it
He tried hard but could not make it
Last night he could not make it
On a holiday
So many miles
Looking for a place to stay
Near some friendly star
He found this mote
Now we wonder where we are
How could this so great
Turned so shitty
He ended up in army crates
And photographs in files
His tiny boat
Sparked as he turned to grazed
Our city
I started driving on the motorway
I was feeling down
Last night he could not make it
Last night he could not make it
He tried hard but he could not make it
Last night he could not make
On a holiday
So many miles
Looking for a place to stay
Near some friendly star
He found this mote
And now we wonder
How could this so great
Turned so shit
He ended up in army crates
And photographs in files
His tiny boat
Sparked as he grazed it
Last night he could not make it
He tried hard but he could not make it
Last night he could not make it
He tried hard but he could not make it
He started heading for the motorway
And he came right now.
He tried hard but could not make it
Last night he could not make it
On a holiday
So many miles
Looking for a place to stay
Near some friendly star
He found this mote
Now we wonder where we are
How could this so great
Turned so shitty
He ended up in army crates
And photographs in files
His tiny boat
Sparked as he turned to grazed
Our city
I started driving on the motorway
I was feeling down
Last night he could not make it
Last night he could not make it
He tried hard but he could not make it
Last night he could not make
On a holiday
So many miles
Looking for a place to stay
Near some friendly star
He found this mote
And now we wonder
How could this so great
Turned so shit
He ended up in army crates
And photographs in files
His tiny boat
Sparked as he grazed it
Last night he could not make it
He tried hard but he could not make it
Last night he could not make it
He tried hard but he could not make it
He started heading for the motorway
And he came right now.
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Navajo Know
Upon construction
There is the mohawk
His way of walking
Quite high above the ground
Fearless of looking down, skywalk
Ever longer
Some people say that
The navajo know
A way of walking
Quite high above the ground
Fearless of looking down, oh no
There is the mohawk
His way of walking
Quite high above the ground
Fearless of looking down, skywalk
Ever longer
Some people say that
The navajo know
A way of walking
Quite high above the ground
Fearless of looking down, oh no
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Trompe le Monde is the fourth studio album by the American alternative rock band Pixies, released on September 23, 1991 on 4AD in the United Kingdom and on September 24, 1991, on Elektra Records in the United States.
Recorded in Burbank, California, Paris and London, the album was produced by Gil Norton, and was Pixies' final studio album before their break-up two years later. There would be no Pixies' albums of new material for 23 years after Trompe le Monde.
Performed By:
PixiesRecorded in Burbank, California, Paris and London, the album was produced by Gil Norton, and was Pixies' final studio album before their break-up two years later. There would be no Pixies' albums of new material for 23 years after Trompe le Monde.
Genre(s): Alternative rock
Producer(s): Gil Norton
Length: 38:58
Released: September 23rd, 1991
Year: 1991