Poor thing,
Poor thing.
Do you have a sister?
Would your lay your body
Down on the tracks for her?
Stand on one tiptoe
In hell for her?
Don't you have someone
You'd die for?
Belly - Star Album Lyrics
Belly - Star Lyrics
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Angel
Give it to me, please
I said to god.
It's only fair.
Instead, he sent three angels
To move the river,
So now it flows by my house,
So now it goes by my house.
Angel
Angel
I'd still rather have the man.
I've had bad dreams,
So bad I threw my pillow away.
Move the river,
So now it flows by my house,
So now it goes by my house.
Angel
Angel
I'd still rather have the man
I said to god.
It's only fair.
Instead, he sent three angels
To move the river,
So now it flows by my house,
So now it goes by my house.
Angel
Angel
I'd still rather have the man.
I've had bad dreams,
So bad I threw my pillow away.
Move the river,
So now it flows by my house,
So now it goes by my house.
Angel
Angel
I'd still rather have the man
Writer: TANYA DONELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Dusted
Baby's playing dead in cellar.
Gave her water just got paler.
Grass stains, backburns, she's a screamer.
She's just dusted, leave her.
If you see her, don't upset her.
Never seems to get much better.
Grass stains, backburns, she's a screamer.
She's just dusted leave her.
Mmm mmm, goes to your heart.
Mmm mmm, sticks in your head.
Mmm mmm mmm mmm, yeah.
Baby's playing dead in cellar.
Gave her water, she got paler.
Grass stains, backburns, she's a screamer.
She's just dusted, leave her
Gave her water just got paler.
Grass stains, backburns, she's a screamer.
She's just dusted, leave her.
If you see her, don't upset her.
Never seems to get much better.
Grass stains, backburns, she's a screamer.
She's just dusted leave her.
Mmm mmm, goes to your heart.
Mmm mmm, sticks in your head.
Mmm mmm mmm mmm, yeah.
Baby's playing dead in cellar.
Gave her water, she got paler.
Grass stains, backburns, she's a screamer.
She's just dusted, leave her
Writer: TANYA DONELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Every Word
So you go to leave
More room for me.
Oooo... you gave me too much room,
So I filled it up with chairs,
You can't sit on,
But if you want to stand there,
Stand there.
Oooo... you told me too much.
You thought I would leave you.
I heard every word X3
So you go, and it all grows darker
Like these chairs,
These eyes,
This room
Closes it's windows.
These chairs,
These eyes,
This room,
This heart.
I heard every word X3
More room for me.
Oooo... you gave me too much room,
So I filled it up with chairs,
You can't sit on,
But if you want to stand there,
Stand there.
Oooo... you told me too much.
You thought I would leave you.
I heard every word X3
So you go, and it all grows darker
Like these chairs,
These eyes,
This room
Closes it's windows.
These chairs,
These eyes,
This room,
This heart.
I heard every word X3
Writer: TANYA DONELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Gepetto
So he's lying on top again
Just like Gepetto and his doll.
And he's running around again,
And I can't get him out of this house.
And if you bore him,
You lose your soul to me.
So that kid from the bad home
Came over to my house again,
Decapitated all my dolls.
And if you bore me,
You lose your soul to me.
Hey Gepetto,
Where'd you put it?
Oh Gepetto, poor boy.
Hey Gepetto, where'd you put it?
Oh Gepetto, poor boy.
And if you bore him,
You're gonna lose your soul.
Hey Gepetto, where'd you get to?
Oh Gepetto, poor boy.
Hey Gepetto, where'd you get to?
Oh Gepetto, poor boy.
Hey Gepetto, what'd you get me?
Oh Gepetto, poor boy.
So he's lying on top again,
Just like Gepetto.
Just like Gepetto and his doll.
And he's running around again,
And I can't get him out of this house.
And if you bore him,
You lose your soul to me.
So that kid from the bad home
Came over to my house again,
Decapitated all my dolls.
And if you bore me,
You lose your soul to me.
Hey Gepetto,
Where'd you put it?
Oh Gepetto, poor boy.
Hey Gepetto, where'd you put it?
Oh Gepetto, poor boy.
And if you bore him,
You're gonna lose your soul.
Hey Gepetto, where'd you get to?
Oh Gepetto, poor boy.
Hey Gepetto, where'd you get to?
Oh Gepetto, poor boy.
Hey Gepetto, what'd you get me?
Oh Gepetto, poor boy.
So he's lying on top again,
Just like Gepetto.
Writer: TANYA DONELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Witch
Now there's some hurricane
Put it on your back love a heart attack
Made a mistake on the firescape
In San Francisco
What mind would back in a highway
In L.A.
Put on your black dress
Float on your back
Too long, too lame
Now I'm gone
Somewhere to sleep
Somewhere to sleep
Somewhere to scrape your body off my feet
Put on your black dress
Float on your back
Too long, too lame
Now I'm gone
White belly up in the sun (4x)
Still diving, fall in The Big One
Put on your black dress
Float on your back
Put on your black dress (White belly up in the sun)
Float on your back (White belly up in the sun)
Too long, too lame
Now I'm gone
White belly up in the sun (4x)
Put it on your back love a heart attack
Made a mistake on the firescape
In San Francisco
What mind would back in a highway
In L.A.
Put on your black dress
Float on your back
Too long, too lame
Now I'm gone
Somewhere to sleep
Somewhere to sleep
Somewhere to scrape your body off my feet
Put on your black dress
Float on your back
Too long, too lame
Now I'm gone
White belly up in the sun (4x)
Still diving, fall in The Big One
Put on your black dress
Float on your back
Put on your black dress (White belly up in the sun)
Float on your back (White belly up in the sun)
Too long, too lame
Now I'm gone
White belly up in the sun (4x)
Writer: TANYA DONELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Slow Dog
Meet him by the road.
There's a dog went running,
Picking through spit out leaves
A dog won't even touch.
Meant to shoot that dog long ago,
Just can't leave that dog alone.
Maria carry a rifle.
Maria carry a dog on her back.
That dog is hit again.
That slow dog is hit again,
With his see-thru skin,
The kind of skin you can see through.
He's shot again.
He's shot again.
He's shot a-a-a-a-a-a.
He's shot again.
He's shot again.
He's shot a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a.
Heal me by a river.
Man retires his wife says,
But she was so sad and sick.
His heart breaks in the mud.
Thought I'd leave this world by twenty-one.
Couldn't leave that dog alone.
Maria carry a rifle.
Maria carry a dog on her back.
That dog is hit again.
That slow dog is hit again,
With his see-thru skin,
The kind of skin you can see through.
He's shot again.
He's shot again.
He's shot a-a-a-a-a-a.
He's shot again.
He's shot again.
He's shot a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a.
Maria carry a rifle.
Maria carry a dog on her back.
Maria carry you on her back
There's a dog went running,
Picking through spit out leaves
A dog won't even touch.
Meant to shoot that dog long ago,
Just can't leave that dog alone.
Maria carry a rifle.
Maria carry a dog on her back.
That dog is hit again.
That slow dog is hit again,
With his see-thru skin,
The kind of skin you can see through.
He's shot again.
He's shot again.
He's shot a-a-a-a-a-a.
He's shot again.
He's shot again.
He's shot a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a.
Heal me by a river.
Man retires his wife says,
But she was so sad and sick.
His heart breaks in the mud.
Thought I'd leave this world by twenty-one.
Couldn't leave that dog alone.
Maria carry a rifle.
Maria carry a dog on her back.
That dog is hit again.
That slow dog is hit again,
With his see-thru skin,
The kind of skin you can see through.
He's shot again.
He's shot again.
He's shot a-a-a-a-a-a.
He's shot again.
He's shot again.
He's shot a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a.
Maria carry a rifle.
Maria carry a dog on her back.
Maria carry you on her back
Writer: TANYA DONELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Low Red Moon
So what, you think this is usual?
Strange moon, strange land, strange man.
Hold the hands of tiny horses,
Hold them, hold them kindly, man.
Low Red Moon,
How can you sleep like a baby,
Sleep like baby?
But you shine so different on another.
You shine different on another.
I look up, and I see
The raising of an old hope,
Brave and tattered.
A shining knight with shining eyes,
He shines around me brightly.
So now, I say this is beautiful.
I think you are strange.
Low red moon, how can you sleep like a baby,
Sleep like a baby?
But you shine so different on another.
You shine different on another.
Strange moon, strange land, strange...
You made me cry when I was young,
And I was young.
Now I got strong arms,
Strong arms for a girl,
And I say,
"He belongs to me.
He belongs to me.
He's a human bed of roses."
Strange moon, strange land, strange man.
Hold the hands of tiny horses,
Hold them, hold them kindly, man.
Low Red Moon,
How can you sleep like a baby,
Sleep like baby?
But you shine so different on another.
You shine different on another.
I look up, and I see
The raising of an old hope,
Brave and tattered.
A shining knight with shining eyes,
He shines around me brightly.
So now, I say this is beautiful.
I think you are strange.
Low red moon, how can you sleep like a baby,
Sleep like a baby?
But you shine so different on another.
You shine different on another.
Strange moon, strange land, strange...
You made me cry when I was young,
And I was young.
Now I got strong arms,
Strong arms for a girl,
And I say,
"He belongs to me.
He belongs to me.
He's a human bed of roses."
Writer: TANYA DONELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Feed The Tree
This old man I've talked about
Broke his own heart,
Poured it in the ground.
Big red tree grew up and out,
Throw up its leaves,
Spins round and round.
I know all this and more.
So take your hat off
When you're talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
This little squirrel I used to be
Slammed her bike down the stairs.
They put silver where her teeth had been.
Baby silvertooth,she grins and grins.
I know all this and more.
So take your hat off boy
When you're talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
Take your hat off boy
When you're talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
This old man I used to be
Spins around, around, around the tree.
Silver baby come to me.
I'll only hurt you in my dreams.
I know all this and...
I know all this and...
I know all this and more.
So take your hat off boy
When you're talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
Take your hat off
When you're talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree
Broke his own heart,
Poured it in the ground.
Big red tree grew up and out,
Throw up its leaves,
Spins round and round.
I know all this and more.
So take your hat off
When you're talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
This little squirrel I used to be
Slammed her bike down the stairs.
They put silver where her teeth had been.
Baby silvertooth,she grins and grins.
I know all this and more.
So take your hat off boy
When you're talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
Take your hat off boy
When you're talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
This old man I used to be
Spins around, around, around the tree.
Silver baby come to me.
I'll only hurt you in my dreams.
I know all this and...
I know all this and...
I know all this and more.
So take your hat off boy
When you're talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
Take your hat off
When you're talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree
Writer: TANYA DONELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Full Moon Empty Heart
Sleep in now, now.
Sleep in now, now, now.
It's still night out.
Sleep in.
Don't look at me
Looking back at you,
Out the window backwards,
Out the window backwards.
Sleep.
See this child twice stolen from me,
Out the window backwards,
Out the window backwards.
Sleep in now, now.
Sleep in now, now, now.
Sleep now.
Now fall to the bed,
Put your hand in your hair.
Now fall to the tile,
Stick your finger in your eye.
That's the only way you cry.
Hey now.
Hey now.
Full moon pass the window sideways.
Hey now.
Hey now.
Sleep in now, now.
Sleep in now, now.
Sleep in now, now.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
Sleep in now, now, now.
It's still night out.
Sleep in.
Don't look at me
Looking back at you,
Out the window backwards,
Out the window backwards.
Sleep.
See this child twice stolen from me,
Out the window backwards,
Out the window backwards.
Sleep in now, now.
Sleep in now, now, now.
Sleep now.
Now fall to the bed,
Put your hand in your hair.
Now fall to the tile,
Stick your finger in your eye.
That's the only way you cry.
Hey now.
Hey now.
Full moon pass the window sideways.
Hey now.
Hey now.
Sleep in now, now.
Sleep in now, now.
Sleep in now, now.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
Writer: TANYA DONELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
White Belly
That was some hurricane,
Rode in on the back of a heart attack.
Made a mistake on the fire escape in San Francisco.
Made my way back in a hallway in L.A.
Put on your black dress.
Float on your back.
Too long, too lame,
Now I'm gone.
Somewhere to sleep,
Somewhere to sleep,
Somewhere to scrape your body off my feet.
Put on your black dress.
Float on your back.
Too long ,too lame,
Now I'm gone
White belly up in the sun,
White belly up in the sun.
Still diving for the big one.
Put on your black dress.
Float on your back.
Put on your black dress.
Foat on your back.
Too long, too lame,
Now i'm gone
White belly up in the sun,
White belly up in the sun
Rode in on the back of a heart attack.
Made a mistake on the fire escape in San Francisco.
Made my way back in a hallway in L.A.
Put on your black dress.
Float on your back.
Too long, too lame,
Now I'm gone.
Somewhere to sleep,
Somewhere to sleep,
Somewhere to scrape your body off my feet.
Put on your black dress.
Float on your back.
Too long ,too lame,
Now I'm gone
White belly up in the sun,
White belly up in the sun.
Still diving for the big one.
Put on your black dress.
Float on your back.
Put on your black dress.
Foat on your back.
Too long, too lame,
Now i'm gone
White belly up in the sun,
White belly up in the sun
Writer: FRED ABONG, TANYA DONELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Untogether
Sour Me. Ouch!
I was friendly with this girl,
Who insisted on touching my face.
She told outrageous stories.
I believed them 'til the endings
Were changing from endings before.
She's not touching me anymore.
Untogether, I couldn't help her I got hard.
You can try your life.
You can't save the unsavably untogether.
I was shipwrecked with this frog,
Who was endlessly on testing my faith.
He made outrageous demands.
I ignored him
'Til I strapped on my boat feet
And surfed into shore.
He's not touching me anymore.
Untogether, I couldn't help him I got hard.
You can try your life.
You can't change the unchangably untogether.
Now the bird nest on my back
Keeps me turning and straining to see.
We threw outrageous parites.
We were golden.
Now the bird keeps it's distance,
And I keep my speech.
Sometimes there's no poison like a dream.
Untogether, I couldn't help it it got hard.
You can dry your eyes.
You can't hold the impossibly untogether
I was friendly with this girl,
Who insisted on touching my face.
She told outrageous stories.
I believed them 'til the endings
Were changing from endings before.
She's not touching me anymore.
Untogether, I couldn't help her I got hard.
You can try your life.
You can't save the unsavably untogether.
I was shipwrecked with this frog,
Who was endlessly on testing my faith.
He made outrageous demands.
I ignored him
'Til I strapped on my boat feet
And surfed into shore.
He's not touching me anymore.
Untogether, I couldn't help him I got hard.
You can try your life.
You can't change the unchangably untogether.
Now the bird nest on my back
Keeps me turning and straining to see.
We threw outrageous parites.
We were golden.
Now the bird keeps it's distance,
And I keep my speech.
Sometimes there's no poison like a dream.
Untogether, I couldn't help it it got hard.
You can dry your eyes.
You can't hold the impossibly untogether
Writer: TANYA DONELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Star
It's hard for a star.
Sweet sweet sweet wind
Burn off this skin.
Get it to reach sachuest beach.
I can never win
With this body I live in.
It's all right.
It's all right.
It's all right.
I'll just stand up pick up my stuff and...
Sweet sweet sweet wind
Burn off this skin.
Get it to reach sachuest beach.
I can never win
With this body I live in.
Sweet sweet sweet wind
Burn off this skin.
Sweet sweet sweet wind
Burn off this skin.
I can never win
With this body I live in
Sweet sweet sweet wind
Burn off this skin.
Get it to reach sachuest beach.
I can never win
With this body I live in.
It's all right.
It's all right.
It's all right.
I'll just stand up pick up my stuff and...
Sweet sweet sweet wind
Burn off this skin.
Get it to reach sachuest beach.
I can never win
With this body I live in.
Sweet sweet sweet wind
Burn off this skin.
Sweet sweet sweet wind
Burn off this skin.
I can never win
With this body I live in
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Sad Dress
So what, you think this is usual
Strange moon, strange land
Strange man
Hold your hands with ?tightly? horses
Hold'em, hold'em kindly
Man
Low red moon
I'll paint you
Sleep like a baby
Sleep like a baby
And you shine so different on another
You shine different on another
I look up and I see the raising of an old hope
Brave and tattered
A shinning night with shinning eyes
That shines around me brightly
So now I say "This is beautiful"
I think you are
Strange
Low red moon
I'll paint you
Sleep like a baby
Sleep like a baby
And you shine so different on another
You shine different on another
Strange moon, strange land
Strange
Moon you made me cry when I was young
And I was young
Now I've got strong arms
Strong arms from the Spinning God
And I say "He belongs to me, he belongs to me"
His arms ________________
_________________________
Strange moon, strange land
Strange man
Hold your hands with ?tightly? horses
Hold'em, hold'em kindly
Man
Low red moon
I'll paint you
Sleep like a baby
Sleep like a baby
And you shine so different on another
You shine different on another
I look up and I see the raising of an old hope
Brave and tattered
A shinning night with shinning eyes
That shines around me brightly
So now I say "This is beautiful"
I think you are
Strange
Low red moon
I'll paint you
Sleep like a baby
Sleep like a baby
And you shine so different on another
You shine different on another
Strange moon, strange land
Strange
Moon you made me cry when I was young
And I was young
Now I've got strong arms
Strong arms from the Spinning God
And I say "He belongs to me, he belongs to me"
His arms ________________
_________________________
Writer: TANYA DONELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stay
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
Soloman dives for that big dusky pearl.
Soloman sighs he knows he's older than me.
Sleeps with the fishes soon.
Stay (stay) oh oh oh oh stay.
Stay (stay) oh oh oh oh stay.
Soloman crawls on the belly of God.
Soloman falls on his face in love with me.
He grows as oldas the sea deep where the fishes are.
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
He lives in the yard.
He keeps himself hard.
He keeps himself homeless and heartless and hard.
He sleeps under stairs
Along with the heirs of nothing,
And nothing means no one who cares.
But I love him dear,
And I love him dear,
And I've loved him hundreds of thousands of years.
Stay.
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
(Stay with me).
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
(Stay with me).
It's not time for me to go.
It's not time for me to go.
It's not time for me to go.
Stay.
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
Soloman dives for that big dusky pearl.
Soloman sighs he knows he's older than me.
Sleeps with the fishes soon.
Stay (stay) oh oh oh oh stay.
Stay (stay) oh oh oh oh stay.
Soloman crawls on the belly of God.
Soloman falls on his face in love with me.
He grows as oldas the sea deep where the fishes are.
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
He lives in the yard.
He keeps himself hard.
He keeps himself homeless and heartless and hard.
He sleeps under stairs
Along with the heirs of nothing,
And nothing means no one who cares.
But I love him dear,
And I love him dear,
And I've loved him hundreds of thousands of years.
Stay.
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
(Stay with me).
Stay oh oh oh oh stay.
(Stay with me).
It's not time for me to go.
It's not time for me to go.
It's not time for me to go.
Stay.
Writer: TANYA DONELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Star is the debut studio album by American alternative rock band Belly, released on January 25, 1993.
In the 1980s and 1990s, vocalist and guitarist Tanya Donelly performed with Throwing Muses and the Breeders. After recording the latter's Safari EP in 1992, she decided to quit both bands to solely focus on her own band, Belly. Belly formed at the end of the previous year, consisting of Donelly, guitarist Thomas Gorman, bassist Fred Abong and drummer Chris Gorman.
They released their debut EP Slow Dust in June 1992, produced by Gil Norton, and followed it up with the Gepetto EP in November.
Performed By:
BellyIn the 1980s and 1990s, vocalist and guitarist Tanya Donelly performed with Throwing Muses and the Breeders. After recording the latter's Safari EP in 1992, she decided to quit both bands to solely focus on her own band, Belly. Belly formed at the end of the previous year, consisting of Donelly, guitarist Thomas Gorman, bassist Fred Abong and drummer Chris Gorman.
They released their debut EP Slow Dust in June 1992, produced by Gil Norton, and followed it up with the Gepetto EP in November.
Genre(s): Alternative rock, dream pop, avant-rock, folk rock, jangle pop, post-punk, avant-pop
Producer(s): Belly, Tracy Chisolm, Gil Norton
Released: February 2nd, 1993
Year: 1993