Stone Temple Pilots - Tiny Music... Songs from the Vatican Gift Shop Album Lyrics
Stone Temple Pilots - Tiny Music... Songs from the Vatican Gift Shop Lyrics
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Pops Love Suicide
Can you figure out what I want,
pull the trigger with a pop gun
Mindless fools that aggravate it
pick at you in desperation
Oh it's a love pop suicide
Oh I'm in love pop suicide
Pop life living is so real
Midwest farmers' kids are milkfed
Breed and incubate what you see
Ten years later here on t.v.
Oh it's a love pop suicide
I'm in love pop suicide
Father can't you love your women
Father can't you teach your children
Long range love implosion short wicked
Short wave mind explosion
Oh I'm in love suicide, about a pop star homicide
pull the trigger with a pop gun
Mindless fools that aggravate it
pick at you in desperation
Oh it's a love pop suicide
Oh I'm in love pop suicide
Pop life living is so real
Midwest farmers' kids are milkfed
Breed and incubate what you see
Ten years later here on t.v.
Oh it's a love pop suicide
I'm in love pop suicide
Father can't you love your women
Father can't you teach your children
Long range love implosion short wicked
Short wave mind explosion
Oh I'm in love suicide, about a pop star homicide
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Tumble In The Rough
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't live
I can't cry
I can't die
I can't walk
I can't talk
Booze
I can booze
Steal your shoes
So I can move
Tumble in the rough
Tumble in the rough
Tumble in the rough
I'm looking for a new mediation
Still looking for a new way to fly
Don't want any plastic validation
Not looking for a new way to die
I made excuses for a million lies
But all I got was humble kidney pie
So what
I'm lookin' for a new stimulation
Quite bored of those inflatable ties
I'm lookin' for a new rock sensation
Dead fish don't swim around in jealous tides
I made excuses for a million lies
But all I got was humble kidney pie
So what
Can't hold you when I miss you
(Tumble in the Rough)
Left on a summer intermission
(Tumble in the Rough)
Can't hold you when I miss you
(Tumble in the Rough)
Left on a summer intermission
(Tumble in the Rough)
I can't sleep
I can't live
I can't cry
I can't die
I can't walk
I can't talk
Booze
I can booze
Steal your shoes
So I can move
Tumble in the rough
Tumble in the rough
Tumble in the rough
I'm looking for a new mediation
Still looking for a new way to fly
Don't want any plastic validation
Not looking for a new way to die
I made excuses for a million lies
But all I got was humble kidney pie
So what
I'm lookin' for a new stimulation
Quite bored of those inflatable ties
I'm lookin' for a new rock sensation
Dead fish don't swim around in jealous tides
I made excuses for a million lies
But all I got was humble kidney pie
So what
Can't hold you when I miss you
(Tumble in the Rough)
Left on a summer intermission
(Tumble in the Rough)
Can't hold you when I miss you
(Tumble in the Rough)
Left on a summer intermission
(Tumble in the Rough)
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © 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
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
And So I Know
And so I know, it's begun again
Never be the same, and with that I said
Never ever be this way again
Hold on till the end (campfire girls make me feel alright)
(Campfire girls make me feel alright)
Like it's the last hello
Whirlwinds and rollercoasters
Long grass making shapes hello
Disappearing, disappearing floating graves
Never, ever, ever, ever be this way
Never ever be this way again
And so I know (campfire girls make me feel alright)
(Campfire girls make me feel alright)
It's begun again
Never the same, and with that I said
Campfire girls, make me feel alright
Never be the same, and with that I said
Never ever be this way again
Hold on till the end (campfire girls make me feel alright)
(Campfire girls make me feel alright)
Like it's the last hello
Whirlwinds and rollercoasters
Long grass making shapes hello
Disappearing, disappearing floating graves
Never, ever, ever, ever be this way
Never ever be this way again
And so I know (campfire girls make me feel alright)
(Campfire girls make me feel alright)
It's begun again
Never the same, and with that I said
Campfire girls, make me feel alright
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.
Art School Girl
I got a girlfriend, she goes to art school
I got a art school girlfriend yeah
I got a girlfriend, she got a girlfriend
We gotta girlfriend and she gotta go
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
I told you five or four times
I gotta girlfriend she goes to parties
Underground parties Andy Warhol everywhere
She wears the leather I wear the makeup
We'll never break up been together for a month
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
I told you five or four times
I got a girlfriend, she goes to art school
I got a art school grilfriend yeah
I got a girlfriend, she got a girlfriend
We gotta girlfriend and she gotta go
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
Five or four times
I told you five or four times
I got a art school girlfriend yeah
I got a girlfriend, she got a girlfriend
We gotta girlfriend and she gotta go
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
I told you five or four times
I gotta girlfriend she goes to parties
Underground parties Andy Warhol everywhere
She wears the leather I wear the makeup
We'll never break up been together for a month
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
I told you five or four times
I got a girlfriend, she goes to art school
I got a art school grilfriend yeah
I got a girlfriend, she got a girlfriend
We gotta girlfriend and she gotta go
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
Five or four times
I told you five or four times
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Adhesive
My friend Blue he runs the show
With hot pink purple china glow
His family trees are molded
no longer grows in summer
He holds it closer lets it go
Picks a fruit but keeps it whole
Can't keep the submarining
Can't keep the light from fading
Grab the hate and drown it out
Grab the beat and drum it out
It's all so confusing
Ain't the same for you and me
Cartoons like reality dogs and cats and children
The deepest wound is hidden
Ain't the same for you and me
Comatose commodity the superheroes dyin'
All the children cryin'
Sell more records if I'm dead
Purple flowers once again
Hope it's sooner. Hope it's near corporate records' fiscal year
Down the river, down the river
Have a listen lend an ear
Here's a song now if ya care
We can all just hum along
Words don't matter anymore
Grab the hate and drown it out
Grab the beat and drum it out
It's all so confusing
Adhesive love adhesive
Flyin' high across the plain
Purple flowers ease the pain
Here, now have a listen
Ain't the songs you're missin'
Down the river, down the river
Stitch the womb and wet the bed with a whisper I'll be dead
Don't let the living die yet! Grab the hate...
Drown it out. Grab the beat...
Drum it out. It's all so confusing
Adhesive Love Adhesive
With hot pink purple china glow
His family trees are molded
no longer grows in summer
He holds it closer lets it go
Picks a fruit but keeps it whole
Can't keep the submarining
Can't keep the light from fading
Grab the hate and drown it out
Grab the beat and drum it out
It's all so confusing
Ain't the same for you and me
Cartoons like reality dogs and cats and children
The deepest wound is hidden
Ain't the same for you and me
Comatose commodity the superheroes dyin'
All the children cryin'
Sell more records if I'm dead
Purple flowers once again
Hope it's sooner. Hope it's near corporate records' fiscal year
Down the river, down the river
Have a listen lend an ear
Here's a song now if ya care
We can all just hum along
Words don't matter anymore
Grab the hate and drown it out
Grab the beat and drum it out
It's all so confusing
Adhesive love adhesive
Flyin' high across the plain
Purple flowers ease the pain
Here, now have a listen
Ain't the songs you're missin'
Down the river, down the river
Stitch the womb and wet the bed with a whisper I'll be dead
Don't let the living die yet! Grab the hate...
Drown it out. Grab the beat...
Drum it out. It's all so confusing
Adhesive Love Adhesive
Writer: DEAN DE LEO, ROBERT EMILE DE LEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ride the Cliché
She no wait but she know me
Intake purge it's my disease
Hold me closer let me be
Hold me closer let me go away
Barely know you know my name
Trip the witch and ride the shame
Just because you're so cliched
It don't mean you won't get paid
Hold me closer let me be (Hold me closer let me be)
Hold me closer let me go away
Barely know you know my name (Barely know you know my name)
Trip the witch and ride the shame
She no wait but she know me
Intake purge it's my disease
Hold me closer let me be (Hold me closer let me be)
Hold me closer let me go away
Barely know you know my name (Barely know you know my name)
Trip the witch and ride the shame
No way
Intake purge it's my disease
Hold me closer let me be
Hold me closer let me go away
Barely know you know my name
Trip the witch and ride the shame
Just because you're so cliched
It don't mean you won't get paid
Hold me closer let me be (Hold me closer let me be)
Hold me closer let me go away
Barely know you know my name (Barely know you know my name)
Trip the witch and ride the shame
She no wait but she know me
Intake purge it's my disease
Hold me closer let me be (Hold me closer let me be)
Hold me closer let me go away
Barely know you know my name (Barely know you know my name)
Trip the witch and ride the shame
No way
Writer: Dean Deleo, Robert Emile Deleo, Eric Kretz, Scott Richard Weiland
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Seven Caged Tigers
Pass the time kickin' as time rips by
Neither goose nor the gander fly
Buy a minute spend an hour burnin' burnin'
Take a peek as the model earns it earns it
Walk a mile as it keeps crawlin' crawlin'
Clean the politician, wash with everpure
So the answer gets harder
A nd the truth's getting farther and farther
And the bottle keeps churnin'
Seven caged tigers fly by
Wastin' time chasing those cows that fly
Churnin' out all that butterfly sugarboost
Track the blade as it swoops downward and onward
Take a pill it'll kill martyrs, martyrs
Passin' time rippin' as time kicks by
Pass the umbilical cord down for this flyby
Take a sneak while the model earns it, earns it
Hike a mile as it keeps crawlin'
So the answer gets harder
And the truth's getting farther and farther
And the bottle keeps churnin'
Seven caged tigers fly by
Neither goose nor the gander fly
Buy a minute spend an hour burnin' burnin'
Take a peek as the model earns it earns it
Walk a mile as it keeps crawlin' crawlin'
Clean the politician, wash with everpure
So the answer gets harder
A nd the truth's getting farther and farther
And the bottle keeps churnin'
Seven caged tigers fly by
Wastin' time chasing those cows that fly
Churnin' out all that butterfly sugarboost
Track the blade as it swoops downward and onward
Take a pill it'll kill martyrs, martyrs
Passin' time rippin' as time kicks by
Pass the umbilical cord down for this flyby
Take a sneak while the model earns it, earns it
Hike a mile as it keeps crawlin'
So the answer gets harder
And the truth's getting farther and farther
And the bottle keeps churnin'
Seven caged tigers fly by
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Tiny Music... Songs from the Vatican Gift Shop is the third studio album by the American rock band Stone Temple Pilots, released on March 26, 1996 through Atlantic Records. After a brief hiatus throughout 1995, the band regrouped to record the album together at Westerly Ranch in Santa Ynez, California, where they also lived at the time. Like all of the band's albums up to that point, production was handled by Brendan O'Brien.
The album saw the band deviate from the grunge sound present on their first two records and incorporate a wider variety of different influences, including psychedelic rock and glam rock. Lead vocalist Scott Weiland opted for a higher and raspier tone for much of the album's material, as opposed to the deeper vocals present on their previous albums. The album also features a wider array of instrumentation, including organ, vibraphone, and trumpet.
Tiny Music... initially received mixed reviews, similar to the band's earlier work, but has since received acclaim for radically reinventing the band's sound and image. The album debuted at number four on the Billboard 200 and all three of its singles—"Big Bang Baby", "Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart", and "Lady Picture Show"—reached the top of the Mainstream Rock Tracks chart.
The album has been certified 2x platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America. The band promoted the album with a tour throughout 1996 and 1997, although it had to be cut short due to Weiland's ongoing battles with substance abuse.
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Stone Temple PilotsThe album saw the band deviate from the grunge sound present on their first two records and incorporate a wider variety of different influences, including psychedelic rock and glam rock. Lead vocalist Scott Weiland opted for a higher and raspier tone for much of the album's material, as opposed to the deeper vocals present on their previous albums. The album also features a wider array of instrumentation, including organ, vibraphone, and trumpet.
Tiny Music... initially received mixed reviews, similar to the band's earlier work, but has since received acclaim for radically reinventing the band's sound and image. The album debuted at number four on the Billboard 200 and all three of its singles—"Big Bang Baby", "Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart", and "Lady Picture Show"—reached the top of the Mainstream Rock Tracks chart.
The album has been certified 2x platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America. The band promoted the album with a tour throughout 1996 and 1997, although it had to be cut short due to Weiland's ongoing battles with substance abuse.
Genre(s): Glam rock, psychedelic rock
Producer(s): Brendan O'Brien
Length: 41:55
Released: March 26th, 1996
Year: 1996