Month: September 2013

  • Side 3 lyrics

    Stopstopstopstopstop

    Blindness
    Seems you want it back
    You want it all
    Thoughtless rapture
    I can’t stand it

    Simple and certain
    Yes, love, I’m on the run

    Stopstopstopstopstop saying that
    Stopstopstopstopstop saying what you don’t mean

    Tempted and righteous
    Chemical, religious
    We’re still fighting to
    Wake up and start again

    Stopstopstopstopstop

    When love breathes down your neck,
    I can feel it

    Stopstopstopstopstop

    Ultimate

    Now we see the air we breathe
    Where’s that spirit?
    I don’t want to wash away
    Kicking against the undertow
    Straight out of our bottles
    Out of our TVs, out of our paychecks, out of our skulls

    I don’t want to wash away
    Big trouble, big big trouble
    How deep does this one go?
    Punk science stops here
    I don’t want to wash away

    In the underwater, next to L.A.
    Down on the corner where the stars rise in concrete
    Now we see the air we breathe
    Where’s that spirit?
    Out of our bottles

    Wash away

    Ruff Stuff

    I could stand your dark
    It was like a tide, like a dull razor blade
    Walk it back, no, swallow the type
    I could stand your dark

    Show me your tuffest

    It’s a bomb, you’re a test
    They’re unbeaten coming in
    In the night, all dressed in flame
    Through the windows, hear them sing
    Shadows sing! Shadows, sing!

    See how they love it

    Show me your ruff stuff

    Fake Chest

    Pink jacket got a nice neck handkerchief
    Tied around her voice
    Rock steady, she rock so certainly
    Like hard cash
    Stay pretty, stay a nice size four, stay at home
    Until she’s old enough
    Have it all, do what you feel, whatever you want
    Just don’t upset the boys
    Don’t run away, don’t want to change, don’t ever give them anything
    Except what it takes to hurt them where it hurts the most

    Hurt them where they hurt the most
    Don’t fade
    Kill them where they die the worst

    Don’t ever give them anything except what it takes to hurt

    Don’t fade

  • Ruff Stuff Structural Analysis

    I blogged about the blues-based structure of “Ruff Stuff” over at Mr. Furious Records last week, check it out. -h