[JAMik]

Alcohol

My baby taught me how to be
My baby taught me how to fight
My baby taught me how to die
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!

My baby taught me how to smoke
My baby taught me how to breathe
My baby taught me how to hide
My baby taught me how to leave
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!

My baby taught me how to choke
My baby taught me how to eat
My baby taught me how to fuck
My baby taught me how to be
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!

Anorexorcist

Through your lights have action
Dark into a puzzle
Know this push you lick ya
Lace of honor yeah you rape

I was yours and guilty
Then you lived the purest
Special time 'cause you can
Be pure thoughts of disarray

Ooh

I was yours and closer
You were the ape til you
Got me here to entertain
Your heads are in your lake

I was your intention
Won't you come. I wish you
Got me under with the
Thing that is self-righteous
Hey

Bambi Slaughter

Hey, the love of two
A desire, is whats for you
is it real? A lulliby?
Face to face, with an unamed mouth
Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! Hey! hey! Heyyyy!
Feel the spirit form, in his eyes was loving for
And his lion's were raging high, hunts himself & fears his ripe
Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! Hey! Hey! Heyyyy!
Heyyy!

Beans

Beans, beans, beans
Daddy (Jackie?) ate some beans
He was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some beans

Naked, naked, naked
Sitting cross-legged
Naked, naked, naked
And he was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some beans

Wine, wine, wine
Daddy (Jackie?) had some wine
He was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some wine

Beans, beans, beans
Daddy ate some beans
And he drank some wine
And he was happy, happy, happy
As he drank some beans

Blandest

You're my favorite
Of my saviours
You're my favorite
Oh no

Yes you're my favorite
Of my favors
You're my razor
Oh no

Hey!
And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm (to remind me what not to become)
And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm
Calm, calm, calm

Clean Up Before She Comes

Clean up before she comes (x5)
Living in a dusty town (x3)
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth

Twenty months has it all (getting older)
I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)
I must be getting old (getting older)
I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth

Clean up the dusty town
Living in a dusty town (x3)
Clean up before she comes (x3)
Living in a dusty town

I must be getting old (getting older)
I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)

I'm starting to eat my vegetables

Curmudgeon

I can't hide, no
On the mantle
I'm not sad
Until I'm home

It's the season
I'm all reason
I have seen
All I have grown

Sheared at the seams
Cheat on me
And not seen
At the seams

I'm a lender
I'm a planter
I put something
In the garden

In the handle
On the mantle
I met Santa
I met God

I'm a lady
Can you save me?
It's the sulfur
I have grown

'Tis the season
I'm all reason
I have fleas
So run on home

D-7

Straight as an arrow
Defect defect
Not straight, not so straight
Reject reject
Towards anti-social
Solo solo
Standing on the stairs
Cold, cold morning
Ghostly image of fear
Mayday mayday
Gonna leave this region
They'll take me with them

Dimension seven

Originally by the Wipers

Do You Love Me ?

You really like my limousine
You like the way the wheels roll
You like my seven inch leather heels
And goin' to all of the shows

But...
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?

You like the credit cards and private planes
Money can really take you far
You like the hotels and fancy clothes
And the sound of electric guitars

You really like rock 'n' roll
All of the fame and the masquerade
You like the concerts and studios
And all the moeny honey that I make

Your backstage pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
Even the fans they know your face
From all of the magazines

Yes I want to know...Yes I want to know...Because I've been
really trying to tell you...that...what I'm trying to say...is
what I'm trying to tell you...and what I'm trying to tell you is
that I don't know...because I don't know what I'm trying to say,
and what I'm trying to say is that I don't know what I'm trying
to tell you...and I don't know what I'm trying to tell you,
because I don't say what I'm trying to know...because I'm trying
to tell you, but I don't know what to say...because I'm trying
to tell you, because I don't know...what I'm trying to say...and
what I'm saying is that knowing is saying, and I'm trying to
tell you this...because telling is knowing...I'm telling you
what I'm saying...knowing...knowing and telling is saying,
because a saying is...a saying is knowing, and talking...and I
don't know, and I don't say, and I don't tell...and I don't...I
don't tell?

Turn it off!

Fucking turn it off...turn it off

Even In His Youth

Even in his youth (x3) he was nothing
Kept his body clean (x3) going nowhere
Daddy was ashamed (x3) he was something (2nd: nothing)
Disgrace (Smears?) the family name (x3) he was something (2nd & last: family name, going nowhere)

He was born for your crew (Leave this form 'fore I'm through?)
I've got nothing left to prove
If I die before I wake
Hope I don't come back the same (last repeat: "again") (a slave?)

Even in his youth, nothing
Even in his youth, nothing, nothing,nothing

Help Me, I'm Hungry

Hold me, there's too much tension
Grade me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking cornered
Grade me, you might be right

Lightning fucking around in my head
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up
People freaking every day
White lights inside
What do you want

Cold naked man, picked off his scabs and
Fed them to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him it might be fun

Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...

Hold me, something's happening
Help me, somebody help me
Hold me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm right here, who are you?

Naked man (you say you saw)
Fed them, to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him, it might be fun

Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...

Help me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking up
Hold me, some fucking help

Here She Comes Now

Aah, if she ever comes now now

Aah, she looks so good,
aah, she's made out of wood, just look and see

If You Must

I can read, I can write
I can breathe, proven fact
Bless my greed, crease unfold
Is it me, or my ego
Write some words, make them rhyme
Pieces for, story line
Set the mood, something new
Is it me, or my attitude

If you want, to belong
And you miss, the extremes
The extremes, acted out
Practicing
Perfecting
Pressuring
Unto to me

I will wade, in the fire
To explain, your asylum
Idle times, analyzing
We'll compare, all our sightings, come on

I speak, to hear, my voice

I Hate Myself And I Want To Die

Runny nose and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still havent had my fulfill

In the someday what's that sound?

Broken heart and broken bones
Think about some capsules of horse pills
One more quirky cliche'd phrase
You're the one I wanna refill

In the someday what's that sound?

Most people don't realize
that two large pieces of coral,
painted brown, and attached to his skull
with common wood screws can make a child look like a deer

Opinion

Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns

My opinions. Hmm. Huh. (x4)

And there seems to be a problem here.
Your state of emotion seems to clear.
You rise and fall like Wall Street stock
And they had an affect on our happy talk.

Our opinions. Hmm. Huh. (x2)
My opinions. Hmm. Huh. (x2)

Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns

Our opinions. Hmm. Huh.
Your opinions. Hmm. Huh. (x3)
My opinions. Hmm. Huh.

Return of the Rat

You better watch out
You better beware
They're coming from all sides of the country
You better beware

Return of the rat (x3)
No, no, no, no!
Return of the rat (x3)
No, no, no, no! (x2)

You better confess
You had better confess
You start to confess and see them through it
You better confess

Return of the rat (x3)
No, no, no, no!
Return of the rat (x3)
No, no, no, no! (x2)

(Guitar Solo)

You better watch out
You better beware
They're coming from all sides of the country
You better beware

Sappy

And if you save yourself
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll think you're happy
We'll give you breathing holes
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you in grass
Then you'll think you're happy now

You're in a laundry room
Conclusion came to you ah

And if you heal yourself
You will make him happy
You'll wallow in your shit
And if you cure yourself

Spank Thru

This song is for lovers out there
And the little lights in the trees
And all the flowers have gingivitis
And the birds fly happily
We're together once again my love
I need you back, oh baby baby
I can't explain just why we lost it from the start
Living without you girl, you'll only break my heart...

Yeaaaaaah!
I can beat it! I can hold it! I can pet it! I can shape it!
I can mold it! I can cut! it I can taste! it! And spank it!
Beat it! masturbate it!

I been looking for days now
Always hearing the same ol"
City boy won't you spank thru?
I can make it do things you won't think it ever could

I can beat it! I can hold it! I can pet it! I can shape it!
I can mold it! I can cut! it I can taste! it! And spank it!
Beat it! masturbate it!

I been looking for days now
Always hearing the same ol"
City boy won't you spank thru?
I can make it do things you won't think it ever could

I been looking for days now
Always hearing the same ol"
City boy won't you spank thru?
I can make it do things you won't think it ever could
You won't think it ever could

Token Eastern Song

I'm long gone from vertical
Somewhere south is stopping me
I'm long gone from the American dream
You may decide it's not for me
I'm long gone but I'll let you through
You may decide it's not for you.
I'm long gone but I'll let you through
You may decide there's nothing there

Born in a junkyard (x8)

I'm long gone but I'll let you through
You may decide that it's not good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave
You may decide on stopping me
I'm long gone but I'll let you through
You may decide it's not that good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave
You may decide on stopping me.

Born in a junkyard (x8)

(Guitar Solo)

Born in a junkyard (x8)
Gone (x16)

You Know You're Right

I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you

Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good

I won't move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
Always knew it would come to this

Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to fail

Pain - 3x
You know you're right - 3x

I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
There's talk about someone else
Sterling silver begins to melt

Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself

I won't move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
Always knew it would come to this

Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to fail

Pain - 5x
You know you're right 17x

[Cerbin]

I Hate Myself And Want To Die

Runny nose and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still haven't had my fulfill

In the someday what's that sound?
[lub: In the someday what's that sound?
End it someday what's that sound?]

Broken heart and broken bones
Finger plaster cast in horse pills
One more quirky cliche phrase
You're the one I wanna refill

most people don't realize
that two large pieces of coral,
painted brown, and attached to his skull
with common wood screws can make a child look like a deer

Tłumaczenie jest BARDZO dowolne, ponieważ tłumaczenie dokładne nie ma sensu.
Wszelkie domysły moje. Gry słowne ciężkie do załapania, interpretacji na pewno może być więcej.
Wersji tekstu w sieci jest kilka.

Runny nose to nos z którego cieknie po wciągnieciu ścieżki. Runny yolk to jajko sadzone. U mnie "ścieżka" aby zachować sens i grę słów
Have a cold still - nawiązanie do syropu na kaszel, lekko narkotycznego. W PL też w użyciu.
Finger plaster... - Najtrudniejszy wers :/ Sieć podaje kilka wersji tekstu, łącznie z taką o kastrowanych koniach. Na Live nie da rady rozpoznać na 100% co

Kurt śpiewa. ALE 'złamane serce' w pierwszym wersie i 'finger plaster' (gips na palcu) w kolejnym składa się całość. Gra słów analogiczna jak w pierwszej

zwrotce - złamane serce i kości wyleczą odpowiednio duże dawki piguł.
You're the one... - refill to dolewka. Np drinka. Ale też czegoś, czym można się upajać. Np drugiej osoby.
Most people... - Cytat z niejakiego Jacka Handey'a, znanego z tego, że mówi/pisze rzeczy dziwne.


Ścieżka wchodzi, ścieżką schodzę
Jeśli drżączka łapie cię
Zarzucimy wspólnie coś na kaszel.
Nie dopełniło mnie nic, jeszcze nie.

Któregoś dnia, cóż za dźwięk usłyszysz?
Któregoś dnia skończy się to, cóż za dźwięk usłyszysz?

Złamane serce i kości złamane
Ukoi skutecznie pigułek garść
Ot kolejna kalka, słów gra
A to z Ciebie dolewkę chcę.

Któregoś dnia, cóż za dźwięk usłyszysz?
Któregoś dnia skończy się to, cóż za dźwięk usłyszysz?

[mówione interludium:
Większość ludzi nie zdaje sobie sprawy
że dwa duże kawałki koralu
pomalowane na brązowo i przyczepione do głowy
kilkoma wkrętami do drewna spowodują, że dziecko będzie wyglądało jak jeleń]