Loud talk, dumb love, lacerator
Come and touch
Bleed to feel, feel to f**k
Keep ya comin', comin' back for more
Alcohol, it's a lie, stimulate a needle in your eye
Let it bleed, blow your mind
Touched myself, nearly went blind
Couldn't find a way to live though the pain
Couldn't find a way
Dumb love
Couldn't find another way to win the race
Couldn't find a way
Dumb love
Couldn't get outta bed
Ten ton bricks layin' on my head
Persecute the crucified
Kill a man for losing his mind
Couldn't find a way to live through the shame
Couldn't find a way
Dumb love
Couldn't find another way to win the race
Couldn't find a way
Dumb love
Come on out, you're comin' home
Deceive yourself, you're all alone
Come on out, you're comin' home
Deceive yourself, your secret's known
Loud talk, dumb love, lacerator
Come and touch
Bleed to feel, feel to f**k
Keep ya comin', comin' back for more
Alcohol, it's a lie, stimulate a needle in your eye
Let it bleed, blow your mind
Touched myself, nearly went blind
Couldn't find a way to live though the pain
Couldn't find a way
Dumb love
Couldn't find another way to win the race
Couldn't find a way
Dumb love
Couldn't get outta bed
Ten ton bricks layin' on my head
Persecute the crucified
Kill a man for losing his mind
Couldn't find a way to live through the shame
Couldn't find a way
Dumb love
Couldn't find another way to win the race
Couldn't find a way
Dumb love
Come on out, you're comin' home
Deceive yourself, you're all alone
Come on out, you're comin' home
Deceive yourself, your secret's known
Stone Temple Pilots - Shangri-La Dee Da Album Lyrics
Stone Temple Pilots - Shangri-La Dee Da Lyrics
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Days Of The Week
Monday, back from the dead
I'm letting it go, back for another one
Tuesday, shoot me in the head
I'm takin' it back, takin' it back
It'll take it back
Wednesday, she's looking for a friend
She'll get what she wants
Can't seem to get enough
Thursday, it's more than I can stand
I'm holding her down, holding her down
She's down again
I've gotta find a way to find her
Where could she be?
Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy
One day, left me for the dead
Woke up on the floor, time for another one
Two days, she's leavin' me again, can't take it no more
Out through the open door
Three days, she's found herself a friend
She got what she wants
Still never get enough
Four days, she's back with me again
She's pullin' me down, pullin' me down
I'm down again
I've got to find a way to find her
Where she could be?
Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy
Monday's gone
Tuesday's fadin'
Wednesday's gone
Thursday's all but wasted now
Monday, back from the dead
I'm letting it go back for another one
Tuesday, shoot me in the head
I'm taking it back, taking it back
I'll take it back
I gotta find a way to find her
Where could she be?
Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy
thinks I'm the enemy
I'm letting it go, back for another one
Tuesday, shoot me in the head
I'm takin' it back, takin' it back
It'll take it back
Wednesday, she's looking for a friend
She'll get what she wants
Can't seem to get enough
Thursday, it's more than I can stand
I'm holding her down, holding her down
She's down again
I've gotta find a way to find her
Where could she be?
Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy
One day, left me for the dead
Woke up on the floor, time for another one
Two days, she's leavin' me again, can't take it no more
Out through the open door
Three days, she's found herself a friend
She got what she wants
Still never get enough
Four days, she's back with me again
She's pullin' me down, pullin' me down
I'm down again
I've got to find a way to find her
Where she could be?
Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy
Monday's gone
Tuesday's fadin'
Wednesday's gone
Thursday's all but wasted now
Monday, back from the dead
I'm letting it go back for another one
Tuesday, shoot me in the head
I'm taking it back, taking it back
I'll take it back
I gotta find a way to find her
Where could she be?
Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy
thinks I'm the enemy
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Coma
Tar and feathers hide your feelings
If you even know the meaning
Your high road is overrated
You left your guru out there hangin'
Don't stay
Don't stay
Your appetite's insatiable
Devouring one thousand souls
It's more or less the same ole story
The princess and the whore. The lady.
Nobody sees it
Nobody hears it
Nobody breathin' in a coma
So keep your secret
Your perfect secrets
It's just a game but no one's playin'
In a coma lying, waiting
Desire fills the lonely craving
So many trampled-under footwear
But more to fill the trophy cases.
If you even know the meaning
Your high road is overrated
You left your guru out there hangin'
Don't stay
Don't stay
Your appetite's insatiable
Devouring one thousand souls
It's more or less the same ole story
The princess and the whore. The lady.
Nobody sees it
Nobody hears it
Nobody breathin' in a coma
So keep your secret
Your perfect secrets
It's just a game but no one's playin'
In a coma lying, waiting
Desire fills the lonely craving
So many trampled-under footwear
But more to fill the trophy cases.
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Hollywood Bitch
You're on the outside
You're lookin' in
You're takin' pictures of what you never been
So kill to kill
So ya wanna die?
You're burnin' slowly - with seven lives
Blow up the bitch with the firecracker smile
Switchblade in her suitcase
Loves to drive 'em wild
So kill to kill
Yeah ya gonna die
Everybody's searchin' - every single night
You'll never keep it 'cause you sold yourself
And by the way
You'll never lose it 'cause you never had it
It's all the same
Rock Star Life - turn on the switch
Hollywood Bitch - so fake that she seems real
She goes again
She's from the "Westside," she's lookin' thin
She fills her body with what she'll never be
So kill to kill - so you wanna die?
Everybody's searchin' - every single night
You're lookin' in
You're takin' pictures of what you never been
So kill to kill
So ya wanna die?
You're burnin' slowly - with seven lives
Blow up the bitch with the firecracker smile
Switchblade in her suitcase
Loves to drive 'em wild
So kill to kill
Yeah ya gonna die
Everybody's searchin' - every single night
You'll never keep it 'cause you sold yourself
And by the way
You'll never lose it 'cause you never had it
It's all the same
Rock Star Life - turn on the switch
Hollywood Bitch - so fake that she seems real
She goes again
She's from the "Westside," she's lookin' thin
She fills her body with what she'll never be
So kill to kill - so you wanna die?
Everybody's searchin' - every single night
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Wonderful
If I were to die this mornin'
Would you tell me things that you wouldn't have?
Would you be my navigator?
Would you take me to a place we could hide?
As I'm fallin' out
I wonder what I lost
Must be movin' on
Know I'll be waitin' here alone
I wanna ask you to forgive me
I haven't been the best with all that I had
Wish I'd only laid beside you
I think I spread myself a little too thin
As I'm fadin' out
I don't feel anything at all
Think I'm movin' on
Know you'll be safe but not alone
You're the everything
That led me to believe,
"Hold on, hold on"
You're the wonder in everything
That's wonderful
Would you tell me things that you wouldn't have?
Would you be my navigator?
Would you take me to a place we could hide?
As I'm fallin' out
I wonder what I lost
Must be movin' on
Know I'll be waitin' here alone
I wanna ask you to forgive me
I haven't been the best with all that I had
Wish I'd only laid beside you
I think I spread myself a little too thin
As I'm fadin' out
I don't feel anything at all
Think I'm movin' on
Know you'll be safe but not alone
You're the everything
That led me to believe,
"Hold on, hold on"
You're the wonder in everything
That's wonderful
Writer: Dean De Leo, Robert Emile De Leo, Eric Kretz, Scott Richard Weiland
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Black Again
When you're fed up and lonely
And nothing else seems to matter really
I'll be here waiting for the
Black cloud to leave you
I'll be here to hold your hand
When you're tired and lonely
Hold your breath underwater
And know you'll rise to the
Surface slowly
Think of me as a ship that might hold you
Carry you to the shore
When you're tired and lonely
She can't eat
She can't sleep
She's not well (she's lonely again)
She can't breathe
She's in bed
She's in hell
But she'll never
Really be alone
As long as I'm beside her
And nothing else seems to matter really
I'll be here waiting for the
Black cloud to leave you
I'll be here to hold your hand
When you're tired and lonely
Hold your breath underwater
And know you'll rise to the
Surface slowly
Think of me as a ship that might hold you
Carry you to the shore
When you're tired and lonely
She can't eat
She can't sleep
She's not well (she's lonely again)
She can't breathe
She's in bed
She's in hell
But she'll never
Really be alone
As long as I'm beside her
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND, ERIC KRETZ
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Hello Its Late
Hello, it's late
You know I've tried to stop the rain
Did you read about it?
Did you think about it?
Did you cry but nothing came?
Hello it's late
I know we tried to win the game
Did you hear about it?
Did you dream about it?
I know you cried but nothing changed ?
Nothing matters again
I didn't think it'd last that long
But I'm just sittin' on this merry-go-round,
And the music is too loud
It's just a game
That we used to play
I didn't think we'd
Take it all the way
It kills me just because
It can't be erased -
We're married
You know I've tried to stop the rain
Did you read about it?
Did you think about it?
Did you cry but nothing came?
Hello it's late
I know we tried to win the game
Did you hear about it?
Did you dream about it?
I know you cried but nothing changed ?
Nothing matters again
I didn't think it'd last that long
But I'm just sittin' on this merry-go-round,
And the music is too loud
It's just a game
That we used to play
I didn't think we'd
Take it all the way
It kills me just because
It can't be erased -
We're married
Writer: Dean Deleo, Robert Emile Deleo, Eric Kretz, Scott Richard Weiland
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Too Cool Queenie
There was this girl
Who lived not too long ago
As a matter of fact I think
She lives still
She knew she could do no wrong
Just singin' those songs
That we all knew
She would always crash the party
It was no surprise
It was for her
Too Cool Queenie
There was this boy
He played in a rock-n-roll band
And he wasn't half-bad,
At saving the world
She said he could do no right
So he took his life
His story is true
It's ok cause what goes around, comes around
It's all right cause what goes around, comes around
And now this girl,
Yeah she got real famous
And she made lots of money and
Some of his too
But still she thinks she can do no wrong
Just playing those songs
She's all too cool
Who lived not too long ago
As a matter of fact I think
She lives still
She knew she could do no wrong
Just singin' those songs
That we all knew
She would always crash the party
It was no surprise
It was for her
Too Cool Queenie
There was this boy
He played in a rock-n-roll band
And he wasn't half-bad,
At saving the world
She said he could do no right
So he took his life
His story is true
It's ok cause what goes around, comes around
It's all right cause what goes around, comes around
And now this girl,
Yeah she got real famous
And she made lots of money and
Some of his too
But still she thinks she can do no wrong
Just playing those songs
She's all too cool
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Regeneration
Regenerate the impoverished souls
That echo you
Bleed to feed the masses
Soup line two times two
They got your picture from the
Sunday Plain Dealer that listed you
(Dead)
Forget the story. There's a bounty on
Your head. They fingered you
Right away. Right away
Green light. Get a move on
Right of way, right of way
Stop sign, put the brakes on
Positive cell regeneration
Positive cell regeneration
Celebrate the immortal youth
That wasted you
Peel the skin back from all the lies
That blistered you
They hold for ransom
All the watered down truths
That splintered your
(Faith)
So sell your soul, because you're already
(Dead)
They've listed you
To the fields where lesser mice go
To the fields where men follow
To the fields where lesser mice go
To the fields where we all follow
That echo you
Bleed to feed the masses
Soup line two times two
They got your picture from the
Sunday Plain Dealer that listed you
(Dead)
Forget the story. There's a bounty on
Your head. They fingered you
Right away. Right away
Green light. Get a move on
Right of way, right of way
Stop sign, put the brakes on
Positive cell regeneration
Positive cell regeneration
Celebrate the immortal youth
That wasted you
Peel the skin back from all the lies
That blistered you
They hold for ransom
All the watered down truths
That splintered your
(Faith)
So sell your soul, because you're already
(Dead)
They've listed you
To the fields where lesser mice go
To the fields where men follow
To the fields where lesser mice go
To the fields where we all follow
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Bi-Polar Bear
So I'm letting it go again
I'm halfway full on
Left my meds on the sink today
My head will be racing by lunchtime
So I'm holding her hand again
My palm sweats
Hold on
Think I've had too much coffee
I'm manic as hell
But I'm goin' strong
Left my meds on the sink again
My head will be racing by lunchtime
Don't sleep behind the wheel at the stoplight
Can't sleep behind the wheel as you're drivin' home
You keep comin' down the hill as you're fallin'
You keep fallin' from the hill as you're comin' down
I'm halfway full on
Left my meds on the sink today
My head will be racing by lunchtime
So I'm holding her hand again
My palm sweats
Hold on
Think I've had too much coffee
I'm manic as hell
But I'm goin' strong
Left my meds on the sink again
My head will be racing by lunchtime
Don't sleep behind the wheel at the stoplight
Can't sleep behind the wheel as you're drivin' home
You keep comin' down the hill as you're fallin'
You keep fallin' from the hill as you're comin' down
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Transmissions From A Lonely Room
Miles above your circumstance
There's water on your mind
I've wrestled with convictions
And I've settled with the tide
It's more or less uncertainty
But still you play the game
A pedicure won't change the score
But all of this will fade
So low, better get on
Everything's stopped (down)
So slow, better get on
Everything's slowed down
Take a bath with consecrated water
From the shrine
And wash away the mud of all the
Miles you left behind
Triplicates and wedding rings
Both lethal to obtain
So batten down the credit cards
The devil's in the den
There's water on your mind
I've wrestled with convictions
And I've settled with the tide
It's more or less uncertainty
But still you play the game
A pedicure won't change the score
But all of this will fade
So low, better get on
Everything's stopped (down)
So slow, better get on
Everything's slowed down
Take a bath with consecrated water
From the shrine
And wash away the mud of all the
Miles you left behind
Triplicates and wedding rings
Both lethal to obtain
So batten down the credit cards
The devil's in the den
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
A Song For Sleeping
Finally I've met you
The day has come
You're more than beautiful
And you're my son
I don't deserve this
I never thought it could be
Quite like the moment
When you first smiled at me
A toothless, wonderful feeling
Like I'd never seen
It's you, Noah, it's you
And when you lie down to sleep
I'll protect you
From the demons of the night
While I'm watching you grow
I'll pray
There's so much I could teach you
If you only have the time
Pray
There's so much God can teach you
If you only have the time
So will you tell me the little things?
What does God look like?
And angels' wings?
I don't remember these things
So would you teach them to me?
So for the moment
I'll watch you breathe
And when you wake up in the morning
And I pour the coffee
You're always smiling, sweetly
The day has come
You're more than beautiful
And you're my son
I don't deserve this
I never thought it could be
Quite like the moment
When you first smiled at me
A toothless, wonderful feeling
Like I'd never seen
It's you, Noah, it's you
And when you lie down to sleep
I'll protect you
From the demons of the night
While I'm watching you grow
I'll pray
There's so much I could teach you
If you only have the time
Pray
There's so much God can teach you
If you only have the time
So will you tell me the little things?
What does God look like?
And angels' wings?
I don't remember these things
So would you teach them to me?
So for the moment
I'll watch you breathe
And when you wake up in the morning
And I pour the coffee
You're always smiling, sweetly
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Long Way Home
Leave me out, get away
I gotta go
Long way home
Can't see through the trees
Leave me out, get away
Better run fast as I can
From the man - the dirty man - the old man
In my song
Run away, fly away
Long way home
Through the fields, the burning fields
Call my name
When you knock on the door
Go insane
When you knock on the door in my head
And it's beatin' like a drum
Tell me
Is it more of the same and
Where can I find it?
Tell me
Is she fighting for air and
Where does she come from?
Tell me
Leave me out, get away
I gotta go
Long way home
Can't see through the trees
Leave me out, get away
Better run fast as I can
From the man - the dirty man - the old man,
Run away when he's knocking on the door
What's she runnin' from?
I really don't know
Keep her runnin' it's a long way home
I hear the music - songs we know
It's out of time and the beat's too slow
I gotta go
Long way home
Can't see through the trees
Leave me out, get away
Better run fast as I can
From the man - the dirty man - the old man
In my song
Run away, fly away
Long way home
Through the fields, the burning fields
Call my name
When you knock on the door
Go insane
When you knock on the door in my head
And it's beatin' like a drum
Tell me
Is it more of the same and
Where can I find it?
Tell me
Is she fighting for air and
Where does she come from?
Tell me
Leave me out, get away
I gotta go
Long way home
Can't see through the trees
Leave me out, get away
Better run fast as I can
From the man - the dirty man - the old man,
Run away when he's knocking on the door
What's she runnin' from?
I really don't know
Keep her runnin' it's a long way home
I hear the music - songs we know
It's out of time and the beat's too slow
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Shangri-La Dee Da is the fifth studio album by the American rock band Stone Temple Pilots. It was released on June 19, 2001, through Atlantic Records. Recording took place throughout the winter and spring of 2001 in a Malibu villa. It was the band's fifth and final album to be produced by Brendan O'Brien and their last before breaking up in 2003.
Originally planned to be a double album, Shangri-La Dee Da contains thirteen tracks which range from heavy, distorted songs to psychedelic-inspired rock and acoustic ballads. "Days of the Week" and "Hollywood Bitch" were released as singles, with the former becoming a rock radio hit.
While Shangri-La Dee Da was not as commercially successful as its predecessors, it still sold well, reaching the top ten in the US and the top five in Canada and being certified Gold in both countries. The album received positive reviews from critics, with many praising the variety of moods across the album.
The band toured throughout the rest of 2001 to promote the album, including embarking on The Family Values Tour with Linkin Park and others in October and November of that year.
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Stone Temple PilotsOriginally planned to be a double album, Shangri-La Dee Da contains thirteen tracks which range from heavy, distorted songs to psychedelic-inspired rock and acoustic ballads. "Days of the Week" and "Hollywood Bitch" were released as singles, with the former becoming a rock radio hit.
While Shangri-La Dee Da was not as commercially successful as its predecessors, it still sold well, reaching the top ten in the US and the top five in Canada and being certified Gold in both countries. The album received positive reviews from critics, with many praising the variety of moods across the album.
The band toured throughout the rest of 2001 to promote the album, including embarking on The Family Values Tour with Linkin Park and others in October and November of that year.
Genre(s): Alternative rock, grunge
Producer(s): Brendan O'Brien
Length: 47:25
Released: June 19th, 2001
Year: 2001