Korn - Life Is Peachy Album Lyrics
Korn - Life Is Peachy Lyrics
Writer: BRIAN WELCH, DAVID SILVERIA, JAMES SHAFFER, JONATHAN DAVIS, REGINALD ARVIZU
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Chi
Pain!
Buried so far away
Enter my life of nothing
Sick of the same ol' thing,
so I dig a hole, bury, pain!
Sick of the same ol' thing,
so I dig a hole, bury, pain!
I am so high, always
Burying my life so slowly
[chorus]
It opens my mind to feelings
Can't face bottom without something
[chorus]
It opens my mind to feelings
Can't face bottom without something
[chorus]
We enter in my head
Feeling like I'm God
With the world around me
Can't you feel this pain!
reaming through my heart!
screaming through my veins!
nothing I can kill!
screaming a lie! I! Am!
Can't you feel my eyes out
Can't you take my heart. . . away
To heart
Good-bye
[chorus]
Buried so far away
Enter my life of nothing
Sick of the same ol' thing,
so I dig a hole, bury, pain!
Sick of the same ol' thing,
so I dig a hole, bury, pain!
I am so high, always
Burying my life so slowly
[chorus]
It opens my mind to feelings
Can't face bottom without something
[chorus]
It opens my mind to feelings
Can't face bottom without something
[chorus]
We enter in my head
Feeling like I'm God
With the world around me
Can't you feel this pain!
reaming through my heart!
screaming through my veins!
nothing I can kill!
screaming a lie! I! Am!
Can't you feel my eyes out
Can't you take my heart. . . away
To heart
Good-bye
[chorus]
Writer: BRIAN WELCH, BRIAN PHILIP WELCH, DAVID SILVERIA, DAVID RANDALL SILVERIA, JAMES SHAFFER, JAMES CHRISTIAN SHAFFER, JONATHAN DAVIS, JONATHAN HOWSMAN DAVIS, REGINALD ARVIZU
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lost
Why can't I decide, why my feelings I hide?
Always screwing with my mind, that thorn in my spine
Oh sure, it feels fine, wasting all our time
In the back of my mind, a thorn in my spine
Wait! to see it before my eyes
Why! do I run away?
Looking all the time at your face so blind
Feeling uptight, always the same fight
Hey man now decide, go ahead take your time
Kissing all the time, that thorn in my spine
Wait! You can only see one side
Why?! Play yourself out 'dat way?
Why?! You and me always hang
Wait! Weren't you my friend?
The pain in which I could not feel!!!
Hey man look inside, now you need your own life
Remember me guy? That thorn in your spine
Waiting all the time, I'm doing mighty fine
Remember me guy? That thorn in your spine
[chorus]
Always screwing with my mind, that thorn in my spine
Oh sure, it feels fine, wasting all our time
In the back of my mind, a thorn in my spine
Wait! to see it before my eyes
Why! do I run away?
Looking all the time at your face so blind
Feeling uptight, always the same fight
Hey man now decide, go ahead take your time
Kissing all the time, that thorn in my spine
Wait! You can only see one side
Why?! Play yourself out 'dat way?
Why?! You and me always hang
Wait! Weren't you my friend?
The pain in which I could not feel!!!
Hey man look inside, now you need your own life
Remember me guy? That thorn in your spine
Waiting all the time, I'm doing mighty fine
Remember me guy? That thorn in your spine
[chorus]
Writer: BUZZ BUSBY, CINDY DAVIS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CARLIN AMERICA INC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CARLIN AMERICA INC
Swallow
F*ck yes!
Always I'm locked in my head
Know pain, you don't know what I have had
By now, I'm so for sure
Right now, I am yours
My sorrow, I swallow
Follow me, oh hell no
It came unknown to me
Paranoid is controlling all of me
Somehow, a terror so pure
Right now, shit I'm yours
My sorrow, I swallow
Follow me all, oh hell no
Wasn't me, I swallow
Forgive me, i don't know
Oh hell no. . .
This thing I follow
The place, I'm too scared to f*ckin' go
A freak, that I'm sure
A freak, that is yours
[chorus]
Freak . . Punk ass sissy I'm a freak. . .
Always I'm locked in my head
Know pain, you don't know what I have had
By now, I'm so for sure
Right now, I am yours
My sorrow, I swallow
Follow me, oh hell no
It came unknown to me
Paranoid is controlling all of me
Somehow, a terror so pure
Right now, shit I'm yours
My sorrow, I swallow
Follow me all, oh hell no
Wasn't me, I swallow
Forgive me, i don't know
Oh hell no. . .
This thing I follow
The place, I'm too scared to f*ckin' go
A freak, that I'm sure
A freak, that is yours
[chorus]
Freak . . Punk ass sissy I'm a freak. . .
Writer: BRIAN WELCH, BRIAN PHILIP WELCH, DAVID SILVERIA, DAVID RANDALL SILVERIA, JAMES SHAFFER, JAMES CHRISTIAN SHAFFER, JONATHAN DAVIS, JONATHAN HOWSMAN DAVIS, REGINALD ARVIZU
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer: BRIAN WELCH, BRIAN PHILIP WELCH, DAVID SILVERIA, DAVID RANDALL SILVERIA, JAMES SHAFFER, JAMES CHRISTIAN SHAFFER, JONATHAN DAVIS, JONATHAN HOWSMAN DAVIS, REGINALD ARVIZU
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
GoodGod
You came into my life without a single thing
I gave into your ways, but you left me with nothing
I've given into smiles, I've dealt with all your games
I wish you're happy now, I had to let you win
Why don't you get the f*ck out of my face, now!!
Why don't you get the f*ck out of my face, now!!
In the sea of life, you're just a minnow
You live your life insecure
I feel the pain of your needles
As they shit into my brain
I scream without a sound
How could you take away everything that I was?
Leave me a f*ckin slave
Your face that I despise
Your heart inside that's gray
I came today to say, you're f*cked in every way
[Chorus]
In the sea of life, you're just a minnow
You live your life insecure
I feel the pain of your needles
As they shit into my mind
You stole my life without a sigh
You sucked me dry
[Chorus]
I gave into your ways, but you left me with nothing
I've given into smiles, I've dealt with all your games
I wish you're happy now, I had to let you win
Why don't you get the f*ck out of my face, now!!
Why don't you get the f*ck out of my face, now!!
In the sea of life, you're just a minnow
You live your life insecure
I feel the pain of your needles
As they shit into my brain
I scream without a sound
How could you take away everything that I was?
Leave me a f*ckin slave
Your face that I despise
Your heart inside that's gray
I came today to say, you're f*cked in every way
[Chorus]
In the sea of life, you're just a minnow
You live your life insecure
I feel the pain of your needles
As they shit into my mind
You stole my life without a sigh
You sucked me dry
[Chorus]
Writer: BRIAN WELCH, BRIAN PHILIP WELCH, DAVID SILVERIA, DAVID RANDALL SILVERIA, JAMES SHAFFER, JAMES CHRISTIAN SHAFFER, JONATHAN DAVIS, JONATHAN HOWSMAN DAVIS, REGINALD ARVIZU
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Mr. Rogers
Boomerang, Zoomerang, Doomerang, Up
the time has come to realize what you are, what you've done inside
The time has come, we'll have something to talk about
I will too
Looking back. . .dumb
and now I realize. . .old man
how much you really loved him. . .dumb
This child's mind you terrorized. . . old man
You came to him. . .dumb
He really didn't know your lies. . .old man
Now, his innocence gone. . .dumb
He's that child you terrorized. . .old man
This f*cking thing that I know, it came to me from you
This f*cking hate that I feel, because of you
My childhood is gone, because I loved you
My childhood is gone, because I loved you
Be my neighbor
Looking back. . .child
and now I realize. . .f*cker
how much you really loved him. . .child
This child's mind you hypnotized. . .f*cker
You came to him. . .child
He really didn't know your lies. . .f*cker
Now, his innocence gone. . .child
I'm that child you terrorized. . .f*cker
[chorus]
First you told me everybody was my neighbor
you took advantage of mem like I took a trip anywhere
I wish I wouldn't have watched you, I really mean it
My childhood, a failure
What s f*cking neighbor
I hate you, I will too
[chorus]
This f*cking hate that I feel!!!
This f*cking thing that I feel!!!
My childhood is gone!!!
My childhood is gone!!!
I will too...
the time has come to realize what you are, what you've done inside
The time has come, we'll have something to talk about
I will too
Looking back. . .dumb
and now I realize. . .old man
how much you really loved him. . .dumb
This child's mind you terrorized. . . old man
You came to him. . .dumb
He really didn't know your lies. . .old man
Now, his innocence gone. . .dumb
He's that child you terrorized. . .old man
This f*cking thing that I know, it came to me from you
This f*cking hate that I feel, because of you
My childhood is gone, because I loved you
My childhood is gone, because I loved you
Be my neighbor
Looking back. . .child
and now I realize. . .f*cker
how much you really loved him. . .child
This child's mind you hypnotized. . .f*cker
You came to him. . .child
He really didn't know your lies. . .f*cker
Now, his innocence gone. . .child
I'm that child you terrorized. . .f*cker
[chorus]
First you told me everybody was my neighbor
you took advantage of mem like I took a trip anywhere
I wish I wouldn't have watched you, I really mean it
My childhood, a failure
What s f*cking neighbor
I hate you, I will too
[chorus]
This f*cking hate that I feel!!!
This f*cking thing that I feel!!!
My childhood is gone!!!
My childhood is gone!!!
I will too...
Writer: BRIAN WELCH, BRIAN PHILIP WELCH, DAVID SILVERIA, DAVID RANDALL SILVERIA, JAMES SHAFFER, JAMES CHRISTIAN SHAFFER, JONATHAN DAVIS, JONATHAN HOWSMAN DAVIS, REGINALD ARVIZU
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
No Place To Hide
I see your faces and I do not understand why
Each time I dream you're standing there, right by my side
Why do you make me? You take my pride and in my eyes
You come and rape me inside
I have no
Place to run and hide
I have no
Place to hide, which I like
Some who look at the time, I looked back into my life
You wanna touch me to see what's in my eyes
Why do you make me remember my hate, all this shame?
Don't you hate me sometimes?
I have no
Place to run and hide
I have no
Place to hide, which I like
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
I have no
Place to run and hide
I have no
Place to hide, which I like
I have no
Place to run and hide
I have no
Place to hide, which I like
Each time I dream you're standing there, right by my side
Why do you make me? You take my pride and in my eyes
You come and rape me inside
I have no
Place to run and hide
I have no
Place to hide, which I like
Some who look at the time, I looked back into my life
You wanna touch me to see what's in my eyes
Why do you make me remember my hate, all this shame?
Don't you hate me sometimes?
I have no
Place to run and hide
I have no
Place to hide, which I like
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run, so come and follow me
I have no place to run
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
Which I like, I like
I have no
Place to run and hide
I have no
Place to hide, which I like
I have no
Place to run and hide
I have no
Place to hide, which I like
Writer: Brian Welch, David Silveria, Jonathan Davis, James Shaffer, Reginald Arvizu
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wicked
Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in da headphones. . .
Wicked!!!!
Ha Ha 1. .2. .3 and I come with the wicked style
and you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo
You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got
a t
Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the A-hole
Ready to Buck! Buck! Buck! but it's a must to Duck! Duck! Duck!
Before I bust ya!
Looking for the one that did it
You want my vote, no your never gonna get it
Cause I'm the one with the tight mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin at the pad just chillin
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a f*cking feeling
That nigger done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille
Wicked, Wreckin
Baby, I'll rock that test tube baby, take it. . .
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
Don't say nothing just listen
Got me, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison
You going my way you get served
Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin
Gotta fat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, step in, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with
From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about p
Your sly, you pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasion
Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket
but ya talkin. . .
[chorus]
People wanna know how come I get a gat
and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like Ghetto
Blaster
December 29th was power to the people, ya'll might just see a
sequence
'Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that dosen't fly straight
I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Williams, I'm doin with the pil
I'm threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out. . .
[chorus]
Wicked!!!!
Ha Ha 1. .2. .3 and I come with the wicked style
and you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo
You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got
a t
Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the A-hole
Ready to Buck! Buck! Buck! but it's a must to Duck! Duck! Duck!
Before I bust ya!
Looking for the one that did it
You want my vote, no your never gonna get it
Cause I'm the one with the tight mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin at the pad just chillin
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a f*cking feeling
That nigger done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille
Wicked, Wreckin
Baby, I'll rock that test tube baby, take it. . .
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
Don't say nothing just listen
Got me, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison
You going my way you get served
Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin
Gotta fat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, step in, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with
From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about p
Your sly, you pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasion
Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket
but ya talkin. . .
[chorus]
People wanna know how come I get a gat
and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like Ghetto
Blaster
December 29th was power to the people, ya'll might just see a
sequence
'Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that dosen't fly straight
I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Williams, I'm doin with the pil
I'm threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out. . .
[chorus]
Writer: JENS OPHAELDERS, VOLKER HEINRICHS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
A.D.I.D.A.S
Boning, I see, somehow it
Always seems that I'm dreamin' of somethin'
I can never be
It doesn't bother me 'cause I will
Always be that pimp that I see
In all of my fantasies
I don't know your f*ckin' name
So what? Let's
Screwing might be the only
Way that I can truly be free
From my f*cked up reality
So I dream and stroke it
Harder 'cause it's so fun to see
My face starin' back at me
I don't know your f*ckin' name
So what? Let's f*ck
All day I dream about sex
All day I dream about f*ckin'
All day I dream about f*ckin'
All day I dream about sex
Yes, all day I dream about sex
And all day I dream about sex
Yes, all day I dream about sex
And all day I dream about sex
Yes, all day I dream about sex
And all day I dream about sex
Yes, all day I dream about sex
All day I dream about sex
All day I dream about f*ckin'
All day I dream about sex
All day I dream about f*ckin'
Always seems that I'm dreamin' of somethin'
I can never be
It doesn't bother me 'cause I will
Always be that pimp that I see
In all of my fantasies
I don't know your f*ckin' name
So what? Let's
Screwing might be the only
Way that I can truly be free
From my f*cked up reality
So I dream and stroke it
Harder 'cause it's so fun to see
My face starin' back at me
I don't know your f*ckin' name
So what? Let's f*ck
All day I dream about sex
All day I dream about f*ckin'
All day I dream about f*ckin'
All day I dream about sex
Yes, all day I dream about sex
And all day I dream about sex
Yes, all day I dream about sex
And all day I dream about sex
Yes, all day I dream about sex
And all day I dream about sex
Yes, all day I dream about sex
All day I dream about sex
All day I dream about f*ckin'
All day I dream about sex
All day I dream about f*ckin'
Writer: Brian Welch, David Silveria, James Shaffer, Reginald Arvizu, Jonathan Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Low Rider
This is Caco!
Shhhhiiiiitt
All my friends drive a lowrider
and the lowrider is a little lower
Take a little trip, take a little trip, take a little trip with me
Shit. . .aww shit, aww shhhiitt, awww. . .yup. . .
Shhhhiiiiitt
All my friends drive a lowrider
and the lowrider is a little lower
Take a little trip, take a little trip, take a little trip with me
Shit. . .aww shit, aww shhhiitt, awww. . .yup. . .
Writer: CHARLES MILLER, HAROLD RAY I. BROWN, HOWARD E. SCOTT, JERRY GOLDSTEIN, LE ROY L. JORDAN, LEE OSKAR, MORRIS DEWAYNE DICKERSON, SYLVESTER ALLEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Ass Itch
I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
What's my problem today?
Maybe I'm depressed,
Maybe I'm not listening to what comes out my pen
Pain. . .Pain. . .Pain. . .
I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
Why do I feel this way?
It is in my eye
I'm in way too far
Can't it won't go away
Pain. . .Pain. . .Pain. . .
Before long my song is dying!
I hate writing shit
Ain't looking foward to it
What's f*cked up, today?
Writing all this time
Feeling all that's mine
Come right out my pen
Pain. . .Pain. . .Pain. . .
Before long my song is dying!
Tell me now, I want to know
Is it me inside you see?
Ahh, it isn't fair
I got a little son inside me. . .free. . .
Set me free
It just sets me free
It just sets me free
Before long my song is dying!
That;s why I died, this lie, I try!!!
What's my problem today?
Maybe I'm depressed,
Maybe I'm not listening to what comes out my pen
Pain. . .Pain. . .Pain. . .
I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
Why do I feel this way?
It is in my eye
I'm in way too far
Can't it won't go away
Pain. . .Pain. . .Pain. . .
Before long my song is dying!
I hate writing shit
Ain't looking foward to it
What's f*cked up, today?
Writing all this time
Feeling all that's mine
Come right out my pen
Pain. . .Pain. . .Pain. . .
Before long my song is dying!
Tell me now, I want to know
Is it me inside you see?
Ahh, it isn't fair
I got a little son inside me. . .free. . .
Set me free
It just sets me free
It just sets me free
Before long my song is dying!
That;s why I died, this lie, I try!!!
Writer: BRIAN WELCH, BRIAN PHILIP WELCH, DAVID SILVERIA, DAVID RANDALL SILVERIA, JAMES SHAFFER, JAMES CHRISTIAN SHAFFER, JONATHAN DAVIS, JONATHAN HOWSMAN DAVIS, REGINALD ARVIZU
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Kill You
Lady life, don't you cry
My life, pain is God
Many nights, painfull thoughts of her
Yell at me, again I'm wrong
In denial, I tried to be your friend
I tried to be a good boy
All I see, a hate deep inside
Startle me, someone save me
Now these memories, fill my heart, they bury me
All I wanna do!
You are not my real mother
Is kill you
Should I'd beat and stab and f*ck her
Looking back I was never ever right
You were my step-mom who always wanted me out of your sight
I would come walkin' in and I 'd say hello,
but you slap me and you make some f*cked up comment about my
clothes
So I tried to let it pass, but the visions in my head
were with you, with a knife up your ass, laying dead
so I pop some more caps in your ass,
Now your son is not so fun
Motherf*cking bitch! Never try to play me!!!
You made my life not so good
All I wanna do! . . . is kill you
[chorus]
Wish you were dead now!!!
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
Never loved. . .
My life, pain is God
Many nights, painfull thoughts of her
Yell at me, again I'm wrong
In denial, I tried to be your friend
I tried to be a good boy
All I see, a hate deep inside
Startle me, someone save me
Now these memories, fill my heart, they bury me
All I wanna do!
You are not my real mother
Is kill you
Should I'd beat and stab and f*ck her
Looking back I was never ever right
You were my step-mom who always wanted me out of your sight
I would come walkin' in and I 'd say hello,
but you slap me and you make some f*cked up comment about my
clothes
So I tried to let it pass, but the visions in my head
were with you, with a knife up your ass, laying dead
so I pop some more caps in your ass,
Now your son is not so fun
Motherf*cking bitch! Never try to play me!!!
You made my life not so good
All I wanna do! . . . is kill you
[chorus]
Wish you were dead now!!!
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
Never loved. . .
Writer: BRIAN WELCH, BRIAN PHILIP WELCH, DAVID SILVERIA, DAVID RANDALL SILVERIA, JAMES SHAFFER, JAMES CHRISTIAN SHAFFER, JONATHAN DAVIS, JONATHAN HOWSMAN DAVIS, REGINALD ARVIZU
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Life Is Peachy is the second studio album by American nu metal band Korn. It was released on October 15, 1996, through both Immortal Records and Epic Records.
After the release of Korn's 1994 self-titled debut album, the band reunited with Ross Robinson to produce and went back to Indigo Ranch Studios to record. Life Is Peachy features such themes as drugs, social encounters, sex, betrayal, and revenge.
The album has fourteen tracks, excluding the hidden track after "Kill You". Martin Riedl photographed its cover art, and its title is credited to Korn's bassist Reginald "Fieldy" Arvizu. Life Is Peachy was Korn's first significant breakthrough, which came from constant touring after the debut album's release and building a fan base, thus fueling great expectations.
Critical reception for the album was mainly mixed, but its songwriting and sound quality were praised. Authors and music journalists deemed Life Is Peachy innovative, and some lauded Jonathan Davis for his vocal techniques and embodied singing.
His vocal performance on "Good God" was viewed as encapsulating the album's essence, becoming one of the decisive elements in the development of what would later be called nu metal, which Korn pioneered. During its promotional period, newspapers and magazines defined it sonically as a metal album with hip-hop beats, presenting a unique sound.
Life Is Peachy debuted and peaked at number three on the Billboard 200 and peaked at number one in New Zealand. The album sold 106,000 copies in the US in its first week of release. It was certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) in January 1997 and platinum in December of that same year. Life Is Peachy was RIAA-certified double platinum in the US in November 1999. As of 2019, the album has sold over 6 million copies worldwide.
Korn released three singles from Life Is Peachy: "No Place to Hide", "A.D.I.D.A.S.", and "Good God". All three singles went on the UK Singles Chart. Shortly before the album's release, Korn launched the Life Is Peachy Tour in the US with Limp Bizkit as the opening act.
After its release, the band toured in support of Metallica in the US. Korn then embarked on its headlining tour throughout the UK, Europe, North America, and Australia, with often sold-out shows. The band also took part in the 1997 Lollapalooza summer tour, where the Life Is Peachy Tour ended abruptly due to guitarist James "Munky" Shaffer being diagnosed with viral meningitis.
Life Is Peachy earned Korn a 1997 Kerrang! Awards for Best Album. "No Place to Hide" received a nomination for Best Metal Performance at the 40th Annual Grammy Awards.
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KornAfter the release of Korn's 1994 self-titled debut album, the band reunited with Ross Robinson to produce and went back to Indigo Ranch Studios to record. Life Is Peachy features such themes as drugs, social encounters, sex, betrayal, and revenge.
The album has fourteen tracks, excluding the hidden track after "Kill You". Martin Riedl photographed its cover art, and its title is credited to Korn's bassist Reginald "Fieldy" Arvizu. Life Is Peachy was Korn's first significant breakthrough, which came from constant touring after the debut album's release and building a fan base, thus fueling great expectations.
Critical reception for the album was mainly mixed, but its songwriting and sound quality were praised. Authors and music journalists deemed Life Is Peachy innovative, and some lauded Jonathan Davis for his vocal techniques and embodied singing.
His vocal performance on "Good God" was viewed as encapsulating the album's essence, becoming one of the decisive elements in the development of what would later be called nu metal, which Korn pioneered. During its promotional period, newspapers and magazines defined it sonically as a metal album with hip-hop beats, presenting a unique sound.
Life Is Peachy debuted and peaked at number three on the Billboard 200 and peaked at number one in New Zealand. The album sold 106,000 copies in the US in its first week of release. It was certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) in January 1997 and platinum in December of that same year. Life Is Peachy was RIAA-certified double platinum in the US in November 1999. As of 2019, the album has sold over 6 million copies worldwide.
Korn released three singles from Life Is Peachy: "No Place to Hide", "A.D.I.D.A.S.", and "Good God". All three singles went on the UK Singles Chart. Shortly before the album's release, Korn launched the Life Is Peachy Tour in the US with Limp Bizkit as the opening act.
After its release, the band toured in support of Metallica in the US. Korn then embarked on its headlining tour throughout the UK, Europe, North America, and Australia, with often sold-out shows. The band also took part in the 1997 Lollapalooza summer tour, where the Life Is Peachy Tour ended abruptly due to guitarist James "Munky" Shaffer being diagnosed with viral meningitis.
Life Is Peachy earned Korn a 1997 Kerrang! Awards for Best Album. "No Place to Hide" received a nomination for Best Metal Performance at the 40th Annual Grammy Awards.
Genre(s): Nu metal, alternative metal
Producer(s): Ross Robinson
Length: 48:14
Released: October 15th, 1996
Year: 1996