one time a thing occured to me
what's real, and what's for sale?
blew a kiss and tried to take it home
it isn't you, isn't me
search for things you can't see
going blind, out of reach
somewhere in the vaseline
two times and it has rendered me
punch drunk and without bail
think I'd be safer all alone
flys in the vasoline we are
sometimes it blows my mind
keep getting stuck here all the time
you'll see the look and you'll see the lies
you'll eat the lies, and you will.
it isn't you, isn't me
search for things you can't see
going blind, out of reach
somewhere in the vasoline.
Stone Temple Pilots - Thank You Album Lyrics
Stone Temple Pilots - Thank You Lyrics
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Down
Pleased to meet you
Nice to know me
What's the message?
Will ya show me?
I've been waiting
A long time, now
Now here's the answer
You're all mine now
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl, now
Pleased to meet you
Nice to know me
What's the message?
Will ya show me?
I've been waiting
A long time, now
Now here's the answer
You're all mine now
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl, now
Will you follow me down now, down now
Will you follow me down now, down now
Will you follow me down
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl, now
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl, now
Pleased to meet you
Nice to know me
What's the message?
Will ya show me?
Nice to know me
What's the message?
Will ya show me?
I've been waiting
A long time, now
Now here's the answer
You're all mine now
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl, now
Pleased to meet you
Nice to know me
What's the message?
Will ya show me?
I've been waiting
A long time, now
Now here's the answer
You're all mine now
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl, now
Will you follow me down now, down now
Will you follow me down now, down now
Will you follow me down
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl, now
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl
Ya, I've been waiting for my Sunday girl, now
Pleased to meet you
Nice to know me
What's the message?
Will ya show me?
Writer: SHANNON P CRAWFORD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wicked Garden
Can you feel like a child?
Can you see what I want?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find ya
But I'm alive
So alive now
I know the darkness blinds you
Can you see without eyes?
Can you speak without lies?
I wanna drink from you naked fountain
I can drown your sorrows
I'm gonna burn, burn you to life now
Out of the chains that bind you
Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground
Can you feel pain inside?
Can you love?
Can you cry?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find you
'Cause I'm alive
So alive now
Out of the dark that blinds you
Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground
Can you see what I want?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find ya
But I'm alive
So alive now
I know the darkness blinds you
Can you see without eyes?
Can you speak without lies?
I wanna drink from you naked fountain
I can drown your sorrows
I'm gonna burn, burn you to life now
Out of the chains that bind you
Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground
Can you feel pain inside?
Can you love?
Can you cry?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find you
'Cause I'm alive
So alive now
Out of the dark that blinds you
Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Big Empty
Driving faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
Falling faster in my car
Time to take her home
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride, it leaves today
No conversation
Time to take her home
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to wait too long, to wait too long
To wait too long
Too much walking, shoes worn thin
Too much trippin' and my soul's worn thin
Time to catch a ride, it leaves today
Her name is what it means
Too much walking, shoes worn thin
Time to take her home
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride, it leaves today
No conversation
Time to take her home
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to wait too long, to wait too long
To wait too long
Conversations kill
Conversations kill
Conversations kill
Time to take her home
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride, it leaves today
No conversation
Time to take her home
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to wait too long, to wait too long
To wait too long
Conversations kill
Conversations kill
Conversations kill
Falling farther from just what we are
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
Falling faster in my car
Time to take her home
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride, it leaves today
No conversation
Time to take her home
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to wait too long, to wait too long
To wait too long
Too much walking, shoes worn thin
Too much trippin' and my soul's worn thin
Time to catch a ride, it leaves today
Her name is what it means
Too much walking, shoes worn thin
Time to take her home
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride, it leaves today
No conversation
Time to take her home
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to wait too long, to wait too long
To wait too long
Conversations kill
Conversations kill
Conversations kill
Time to take her home
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride, it leaves today
No conversation
Time to take her home
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to wait too long, to wait too long
To wait too long
Conversations kill
Conversations kill
Conversations kill
Writer: Scott Weiland, Dean Deleo, Robert Emile Deleo, Eric Kretz
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Big Bang Baby
I got a picture of a photograph
Of a wedding and a shell
It's just a burning aching memory
I never kiss and tell
So turn it up and burn it
There's a hole in your head
There's a hole in your head
Where the birds can't sing along
Does anybody know how the story really goes
Or do we all just hum along
Sell your soul and sign an autograph
Big bang baby, it's a crash, crash, crash
I wanna die, but I gotta laugh
Orange crush mama is a laugh, laugh, laugh
Spin me up, spin me, spin me out
Station to station send me up and out
Is that what life and love is all about
I think I think so
We used to see in color
Now it's only black and white
It's only black and white
Because the world is color blind
Nothing's for free, nothing's for free
Take it away boys
Nothing's for free, nothing's for free
Take it away boys
Of a wedding and a shell
It's just a burning aching memory
I never kiss and tell
So turn it up and burn it
There's a hole in your head
There's a hole in your head
Where the birds can't sing along
Does anybody know how the story really goes
Or do we all just hum along
Sell your soul and sign an autograph
Big bang baby, it's a crash, crash, crash
I wanna die, but I gotta laugh
Orange crush mama is a laugh, laugh, laugh
Spin me up, spin me, spin me out
Station to station send me up and out
Is that what life and love is all about
I think I think so
We used to see in color
Now it's only black and white
It's only black and white
Because the world is color blind
Nothing's for free, nothing's for free
Take it away boys
Nothing's for free, nothing's for free
Take it away boys
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Creep
Forward yesterday makes me wanna stay
What they said was real makes me wanna steal
Living under house, guess I'm living, I'm a mouse
All's I got is time, got no meaning, just a rhyme
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Feeling uninspired, think I'll start a fire
Everybody run, Bobby's got a gun
Think you're kind of neat, then she tells me I'm a creep
Friends don't mean a thing, guess I'll leave it up to me
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
What they said was real makes me wanna steal
Living under house, guess I'm living, I'm a mouse
All's I got is time, got no meaning, just a rhyme
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Feeling uninspired, think I'll start a fire
Everybody run, Bobby's got a gun
Think you're kind of neat, then she tells me I'm a creep
Friends don't mean a thing, guess I'll leave it up to me
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Writer: Dean Deleo, Eric Kretz, Robert Deleo, Scott Weiland
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lady Picture Show
Lady picture show, she hides behind the bedroom door
Lady picture show she hides behind the bedroom wall
he hides because she don't know nothin', don't know nothin' anymore
She keeps a funny face it's locked and bagged it's just outside the door
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face anymore
And don't believe
Lady picture girl, I think them boys don't like your show
Lady picture show them boys are gone, should just say no
Your wedding presents' not so daisy picture perfect anymore
Lady funny face it's locked and bagged it's just outside the oor
Don't know nothin' anymore
Lady picture show she hides behind the bedroom wall
he hides because she don't know nothin', don't know nothin' anymore
She keeps a funny face it's locked and bagged it's just outside the door
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face anymore
And don't believe
Lady picture girl, I think them boys don't like your show
Lady picture show them boys are gone, should just say no
Your wedding presents' not so daisy picture perfect anymore
Lady funny face it's locked and bagged it's just outside the oor
Don't know nothin' anymore
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Trippin On A Hole In A Paper Heart
Don't cut out my paper heart
I ain't dying anyway
Take a look at Eiffel towers
Never trust them dirty liars
Sipping lemon yellow booze
Old lead-belly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day
Keep on tripping anyway
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade
Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
I'll breathe your life, Vicks vapor life
And when you binge, I purge alike
Let go, It's harder holding on
One more trip and I'll be gone
So keep your head up, keep it on
Just a whisper, I'll be gone
Take a breath and make it big
It's the last you'll ever get
Break your neck with diamond noose
It's the last you'll ever choose
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer, let me go
Let me be, just let me be
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Just sound your deathbed motorcade
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer, let me go
Let me be, just let me be
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade
I ain't dying anyway
Take a look at Eiffel towers
Never trust them dirty liars
Sipping lemon yellow booze
Old lead-belly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day
Keep on tripping anyway
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade
Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
I'll breathe your life, Vicks vapor life
And when you binge, I purge alike
Let go, It's harder holding on
One more trip and I'll be gone
So keep your head up, keep it on
Just a whisper, I'll be gone
Take a breath and make it big
It's the last you'll ever get
Break your neck with diamond noose
It's the last you'll ever choose
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer, let me go
Let me be, just let me be
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Just sound your deathbed motorcade
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer, let me go
Let me be, just let me be
I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade
Writer: Dean DeLeo, Eric Kretz, Robert Emile DeLeo, Scott Richard Weiland
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Interstate Love Song
Waiting on a Sunday afternoon
For what I've read between the lines
Your lies
Feeling like a hand in rusted chains
So do you laugh at those who cry?
Reply
Leaving on a Southern train
Only yesterday you lied
Promises of what I seemed to be
Only watched the time go by
All of these things you said to me
Breathing is the hardest thing to do
With all I've said and all that's dead for you
You lied
Goodbye
Leaving on a Southern train
Only yesterday you lied
Promises of what I seemed to be
Only watched the time go by
All of these things I said to you
For what I've read between the lines
Your lies
Feeling like a hand in rusted chains
So do you laugh at those who cry?
Reply
Leaving on a Southern train
Only yesterday you lied
Promises of what I seemed to be
Only watched the time go by
All of these things you said to me
Breathing is the hardest thing to do
With all I've said and all that's dead for you
You lied
Goodbye
Leaving on a Southern train
Only yesterday you lied
Promises of what I seemed to be
Only watched the time go by
All of these things I said to you
Writer: Dean DeLeo, Robert Emile DeLeo, Eric Kretz, Scott Richard Weiland
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
All In The Suit That You Wear
Hey you
Someone said you were lost out there
In the grip, trying to strangle us all down here
In the meantime, are you ever gonna set us free
Hey you
Will we ever get out of here?
Are you ever gonna surrender
Do you even care
Wasn't talking about sweet submission
It wasn't even there
All in the suit that you wear
When you're looking for something
It's in the suit that you wear
When you're hiding from someone
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
Hey you
You keep a-walking the razor
On the edge, you cut your feet when you stand in there
In the meantime, there's always someone to set you free
Hey you, will you ever get out of there
Are you ever gonna surrender
Do you even care?
Wasn't talking about sweet submission
It wasn't even there
All in the suit that you wear
When you're looking for something
It's in the suit that you wear
When you're hiding from someone
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
When you're looking for something
It's in the suit that you wear
When you're hiding from someone
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
All in the suit that you wear
Someone said you were lost out there
In the grip, trying to strangle us all down here
In the meantime, are you ever gonna set us free
Hey you
Will we ever get out of here?
Are you ever gonna surrender
Do you even care
Wasn't talking about sweet submission
It wasn't even there
All in the suit that you wear
When you're looking for something
It's in the suit that you wear
When you're hiding from someone
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
Hey you
You keep a-walking the razor
On the edge, you cut your feet when you stand in there
In the meantime, there's always someone to set you free
Hey you, will you ever get out of there
Are you ever gonna surrender
Do you even care?
Wasn't talking about sweet submission
It wasn't even there
All in the suit that you wear
When you're looking for something
It's in the suit that you wear
When you're hiding from someone
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
All in the suit that you wear
When you're looking for something
It's in the suit that you wear
When you're hiding from someone
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
All in the suit that you wear
When you wear it
All in the suit that you wear
Writer: Dean Deleo, Robert Emile Deleo, Scott Richard Weiland, Eric Kretz
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Sex Type Thing
I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
I ain't, I ain't, I ain't
A buyin' into your apathy
I'm gonna learn ya my philosophy
You wanna know about atrocity, atrocity?
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
I am a man, a man
I'll give ya somethin' that ya won't forget
I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress
I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
Here I come, I come, I come
I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
I ain't, I ain't, I ain't
A buyin' into your apathy
I'm gonna learn ya my philosophy
You wanna know about atrocity, atrocity?
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
I am a man, a man
I'll give ya somethin' that ya won't forget
I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress
I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
Here I come, I come, I come
I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © 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
Sour Girl
She turned away, what was she looking at?
She was a sour girl the day that she met me
Hey! What are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
She turned away what was she looking at?
She was a sour girl the day that she met me
Hey! What are you looking at?
She was a happy girl when she left me
What would you do?
What would you do if I followed you?
What would you do if I follow?
Don't turn away, what are you looking at?
He was so happy on the day that he met her
Say, what are you looking at?
I was a superman, but looks are deceiving
The rollercoaster rides a lonely one
I paid a ransom note to stop it from steaming
Hey! What are you looking at?
She was a teenage girl when she met me
What would you do?
What would you do if I followed you?
What would you do if I follow?
The girl got reasons, they all got reasons
Hey! What are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
The day that she left me
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
She was a sour girl the day that she met
The day that she left me
She was a sour girl the day that she met me
Hey! What are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
She turned away what was she looking at?
She was a sour girl the day that she met me
Hey! What are you looking at?
She was a happy girl when she left me
What would you do?
What would you do if I followed you?
What would you do if I follow?
Don't turn away, what are you looking at?
He was so happy on the day that he met her
Say, what are you looking at?
I was a superman, but looks are deceiving
The rollercoaster rides a lonely one
I paid a ransom note to stop it from steaming
Hey! What are you looking at?
She was a teenage girl when she met me
What would you do?
What would you do if I followed you?
What would you do if I follow?
The girl got reasons, they all got reasons
Hey! What are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
The day that she left me
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
She was a sour girl the day that she met
The day that she left me
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Plush
And I feel that time's a ways to go
So where you going 'til tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
So would you even care?
And I feel it
And I feel it
Where you going for tomorrow?
Where you goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
And I feel so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And she feels it
Where you going for tomorrow?
Where you goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
Where you going for tomorrow?
Where you goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
To find it
To find it
To find it
So where you going 'til tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
So would you even care?
And I feel it
And I feel it
Where you going for tomorrow?
Where you goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
And I feel so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And she feels it
Where you going for tomorrow?
Where you goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
Where you going for tomorrow?
Where you goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
To find it
To find it
To find it
Writer: Dean De Leo, Robert De Leo, Scott Weiland, Eric Kretz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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
Thank You is a greatest hits collection released by the American rock band Stone Temple Pilots on November 11, 2003 on Atlantic Records. The album has sold over 500,000 copies.
Thank You features most of the band's singles.
There are two versions of the compilation, one that only contains a music CD and another that also features a DVD with live performances, bootlegs (including a performance of the Aerosmith song "Sweet Emotion" with Steven Tyler and Joe Perry), and music videos spanning the band's career.
Thank You was called "nearly perfect" by AllMusic's Stephen Erlewine, who wrote that "STP made music that sounded great at the time and even better now" and that the band's music had "stood the test of time." Rolling Stone gave the compilation album 4 out of 5 stars.
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Stone Temple PilotsThank You features most of the band's singles.
There are two versions of the compilation, one that only contains a music CD and another that also features a DVD with live performances, bootlegs (including a performance of the Aerosmith song "Sweet Emotion" with Steven Tyler and Joe Perry), and music videos spanning the band's career.
Thank You was called "nearly perfect" by AllMusic's Stephen Erlewine, who wrote that "STP made music that sounded great at the time and even better now" and that the band's music had "stood the test of time." Rolling Stone gave the compilation album 4 out of 5 stars.
Genre(s): Alternative rock, psychedelic rock, grunge, alternative metal, hard rock
Producer(s): Stone Temple Pilots, Brendan O'Brien
Length: 58:29
Released: November 11th, 2003
Year: 2003