Silent kid, no one to remind you
You've got no hip, no reels to remind you
Silent kid, don't take your pawnshop home on the road, goddamn you
Silent kid, don't lose your graceful tone
This is the city life
This is the city life, come on
Let's talk 'bout leaving
Come on now, talk about your family
Your sister's cursed, your father's all but damned you
Silent kid, don't listen to your grandmother's advice about Ezra
Silent kid, don't listen to them
Hand me the drumstick, snare, kick, blues
Call upon I knew myself in
Into the spotlight, ecstasy feels so warm inside
Until five hours later, I'm chewing
Screwing myself with my hand
Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain Album Lyrics
Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain Lyrics
Writer: Stephen Malkmus
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Elevate me Later
well you greet the tokens and stamps
beneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps
in the city we forgot to name
the concourse is four-wheeled shame
and the courthouse's double-breast
i'd like to check out your public protests
why you're complaining Ta!
you sleep with electric guitars
range rovin' with the cinema stars
and i wouldn't want to shake their hands
'cause they're in such a high-protein land
because there's 40 different shades of black
so many fortresses and ways to attack
so why you complaining? Ta!
beneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps
in the city we forgot to name
the concourse is four-wheeled shame
and the courthouse's double-breast
i'd like to check out your public protests
why you're complaining Ta!
you sleep with electric guitars
range rovin' with the cinema stars
and i wouldn't want to shake their hands
'cause they're in such a high-protein land
because there's 40 different shades of black
so many fortresses and ways to attack
so why you complaining? Ta!
Writer: STEPHEN MALKMUS
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Stop Breathin
got struck by the first volley
of the war in the corps
never held my service
send em a wire, give em my best
this ammunition never rests
no one serves coffee, no one wakes up
stop breathin'
stop breathin'
breathin' for me now
write it on a postcard:
dad they broke me.
dad they broke me.
[repeat]
i can see the lines open shutters
and the leaves flocked on a grid
that's what they made my hero say
but nothing gets me off so completely
but when you put it down
ten feet down in the ground
call and response in the negative home
stop breathin'
stop breathin'
breathin' for me now
write it on a postcard:
dad they broke me.
dad they broke me.
[repeat]
of the war in the corps
never held my service
send em a wire, give em my best
this ammunition never rests
no one serves coffee, no one wakes up
stop breathin'
stop breathin'
breathin' for me now
write it on a postcard:
dad they broke me.
dad they broke me.
[repeat]
i can see the lines open shutters
and the leaves flocked on a grid
that's what they made my hero say
but nothing gets me off so completely
but when you put it down
ten feet down in the ground
call and response in the negative home
stop breathin'
stop breathin'
breathin' for me now
write it on a postcard:
dad they broke me.
dad they broke me.
[repeat]
Writer: STEPHEN MALKMUS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Cut Your Hair
Darlin dont you go and cut your hair
Do you think its gonna make him change?
Im just a boy with a new haircut
And thats a pretty nice haircut
Charge it like a puzzle, hit me wearin muzzles
Hesitate to die, look around, around, the second drummers drowned
His telephone is found
Music scene is crazy, bands start up each and every day
I saw another one just the other day
A special new band
I remember lying
I dont remember lies
I dont remember what
But I dont care, I care, I really dont care
Did you see the drummers hair?
Advertising looks and chops a must
No big hair!!
Songs mean a lot
When songs are bought
And so are you-
Bitch, rant down to the practice room
Attention and fame so
Career, career, career...
Do you think its gonna make him change?
Im just a boy with a new haircut
And thats a pretty nice haircut
Charge it like a puzzle, hit me wearin muzzles
Hesitate to die, look around, around, the second drummers drowned
His telephone is found
Music scene is crazy, bands start up each and every day
I saw another one just the other day
A special new band
I remember lying
I dont remember lies
I dont remember what
But I dont care, I care, I really dont care
Did you see the drummers hair?
Advertising looks and chops a must
No big hair!!
Songs mean a lot
When songs are bought
And so are you-
Bitch, rant down to the practice room
Attention and fame so
Career, career, career...
Writer: Stephen Malkmus
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Newark Wilder
lane driver
the forces against you, the rain
i know everybody wants to put you down
but i know everybody's gonna put me down
i want you
because i'm rushing to feel you
but i won't set you down, i don't need to
[x2]
fly fly fly fly fly fly fly
don't try try try try try
it's a brand new era, it feels great
it's a brand new era but it came too late
she won't let you know that i need a right to touch her
she won't let you wait for me
for me to touch you
crowds of the people and voices and steeples and wedding rings
wild are the horses and break-up divorces and seperate rooms from
My my my my my my my
I love your tinted eyes
So bad, so bad, so so bad so so bad
She won't let me break you out
When the picture's cut it free
three of us is enough
it's the simple stuff i need
can't you see the stuff i need?
can't you see?
can't you stuff me?
stuff me.
the forces against you, the rain
i know everybody wants to put you down
but i know everybody's gonna put me down
i want you
because i'm rushing to feel you
but i won't set you down, i don't need to
[x2]
fly fly fly fly fly fly fly
don't try try try try try
it's a brand new era, it feels great
it's a brand new era but it came too late
she won't let you know that i need a right to touch her
she won't let you wait for me
for me to touch you
crowds of the people and voices and steeples and wedding rings
wild are the horses and break-up divorces and seperate rooms from
My my my my my my my
I love your tinted eyes
So bad, so bad, so so bad so so bad
She won't let me break you out
When the picture's cut it free
three of us is enough
it's the simple stuff i need
can't you see the stuff i need?
can't you see?
can't you stuff me?
stuff me.
Writer: STEPHEN MALKMUS
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Unfair
down in Santa Rosa over the bay
across the grapevine to L.A.
we've got desert, we've got trees
we've got the hills of Beverly
let's burn the hills of Beverly!!
walk with your credit card in the air!!
swing your nose just like you just don't care!!
this is the slow sick sucking part of me
this is the slow sick sucking part of me
and when i suck in kisses, it's ours...
up to the top of the shasta gulch
and to the bottom of the tahoe lakes
manmade deltas and concrete rivers
the south takes what the north delivers
you film hack, i don't use your...fade...
lost in the foothills of my pride
Trocadero, say good night
to the LAST PSYCHEDELIC BAND
FROM sac' to, northern cal.
FROM sac' to northern cal.
take it; neighbor; cuz you're my neighbor;
and i need favors; you're my neighbor;
you've done me favors; cuz i'm your neighbor;
i'm not your neighbor, you bakersfield trash.
traaaaaash! traaaaaash!!!
across the grapevine to L.A.
we've got desert, we've got trees
we've got the hills of Beverly
let's burn the hills of Beverly!!
walk with your credit card in the air!!
swing your nose just like you just don't care!!
this is the slow sick sucking part of me
this is the slow sick sucking part of me
and when i suck in kisses, it's ours...
up to the top of the shasta gulch
and to the bottom of the tahoe lakes
manmade deltas and concrete rivers
the south takes what the north delivers
you film hack, i don't use your...fade...
lost in the foothills of my pride
Trocadero, say good night
to the LAST PSYCHEDELIC BAND
FROM sac' to, northern cal.
FROM sac' to northern cal.
take it; neighbor; cuz you're my neighbor;
and i need favors; you're my neighbor;
you've done me favors; cuz i'm your neighbor;
i'm not your neighbor, you bakersfield trash.
traaaaaash! traaaaaash!!!
Writer: STEPHEN MALKMUS
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Gold Soundz
go back to those gold soundz
and keep my advent to your self
because it's nothing i don't like
is it a crisis or a boring change?
when it's central, so essential,
it has a nice ring when you laugh
at the low life opinions
and they're coming to the chorus now...
i keep your address to myself 'cause we need secrets
we need secrets crets crets crets crets crets back right now
because i never wanna make you feel
that you're social
never ignorant soul
believe in what you wanna do
and do you think that is a major flaw
when they rise up in the falling rain
and if you stay around with your knuckles ground down
the trial's over, weapon's found
keep my address to myself because it's secret
cuz it's secret cret cret cret [etc.]... back right now
so drunk in the august sun
and you're the kind of girl i like
because you're empty and i'm empty
and you can never quarantine the past
did you remember in december
that i won''t eat you when i'm gone
and if i go there, i won't stay there
because i'm sitting here too long
i've been sitting here too long
and i've been wasted
advocating that word for the last word
last words come up all you've got to waste
and keep my advent to your self
because it's nothing i don't like
is it a crisis or a boring change?
when it's central, so essential,
it has a nice ring when you laugh
at the low life opinions
and they're coming to the chorus now...
i keep your address to myself 'cause we need secrets
we need secrets crets crets crets crets crets back right now
because i never wanna make you feel
that you're social
never ignorant soul
believe in what you wanna do
and do you think that is a major flaw
when they rise up in the falling rain
and if you stay around with your knuckles ground down
the trial's over, weapon's found
keep my address to myself because it's secret
cuz it's secret cret cret cret [etc.]... back right now
so drunk in the august sun
and you're the kind of girl i like
because you're empty and i'm empty
and you can never quarantine the past
did you remember in december
that i won''t eat you when i'm gone
and if i go there, i won't stay there
because i'm sitting here too long
i've been sitting here too long
and i've been wasted
advocating that word for the last word
last words come up all you've got to waste
Writer: STEPHEN MALKMUS
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Range Life
after the glow, the scene, the stage, the set
talk becomes slow but there's one thing i'll never forget:
hey, you gotta pay your dues before you pay the rent.
over the turnstile turn out in the traffic
there's ways of living it's the way i'm living
right or wrong, it's all that i can do,
and i wouldn't want to let you be
i want a range life, if i could settle down,
if i could settle down, then i would settle down
[x2]
run from the pigs, the fuzz, the cops, the heat
pass me your gloves, there's crime and it's never complete
until you snort it up or shoot it down
you're never gonna feel free
out on my skateboard the night is just hummin'
and the gum smacks are the pulse i'll follow if my walkman fades
but i've got absolutely no one, no one but myself to blame
don't worry- we're in no hurry
school's out, what did you expect?
i want a range life, if i could settle down,
if i could settle down, then i would settle down
[x2]
out on tour with the smashing pumpkins
nature kids, i/they don't have no function
i don't understand what they mean
and i could really give a f*ck.
the stone temple pilots,
they're elegant bachelors
they're foxy to me are they foxy to you?
i will agree theY DESERVE absolutely nothing
nothing more than me
dreamin' dream dream dream....
has anyone bothered to ask Steve Malkmus about this?
talk becomes slow but there's one thing i'll never forget:
hey, you gotta pay your dues before you pay the rent.
over the turnstile turn out in the traffic
there's ways of living it's the way i'm living
right or wrong, it's all that i can do,
and i wouldn't want to let you be
i want a range life, if i could settle down,
if i could settle down, then i would settle down
[x2]
run from the pigs, the fuzz, the cops, the heat
pass me your gloves, there's crime and it's never complete
until you snort it up or shoot it down
you're never gonna feel free
out on my skateboard the night is just hummin'
and the gum smacks are the pulse i'll follow if my walkman fades
but i've got absolutely no one, no one but myself to blame
don't worry- we're in no hurry
school's out, what did you expect?
i want a range life, if i could settle down,
if i could settle down, then i would settle down
[x2]
out on tour with the smashing pumpkins
nature kids, i/they don't have no function
i don't understand what they mean
and i could really give a f*ck.
the stone temple pilots,
they're elegant bachelors
they're foxy to me are they foxy to you?
i will agree theY DESERVE absolutely nothing
nothing more than me
dreamin' dream dream dream....
has anyone bothered to ask Steve Malkmus about this?
Writer: STEPHEN MALKMUS
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Heaven Is A Truck
heaven is a truck
it got stuck
on the breeze
asked the driver nicely,
i need a lift?
i need release.
the sand in the boats,
on the rose-covered floats
she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena thrill
(california)
i know arks can't fly
i know the sharks, they don't have wings
but lady you need some cold advice
about a few things
loosen my dress
tie me up just like all the rest
she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena, thrill
(california)
[repeats]
[although they may say 'castle' a time or two]
it got stuck
on the breeze
asked the driver nicely,
i need a lift?
i need release.
the sand in the boats,
on the rose-covered floats
she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena thrill
(california)
i know arks can't fly
i know the sharks, they don't have wings
but lady you need some cold advice
about a few things
loosen my dress
tie me up just like all the rest
she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena, thrill
(california)
[repeats]
[although they may say 'castle' a time or two]
Writer: STEPHEN MALKMUS
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Hit the Plane Down
I'm up on a hill top where I
Keep you in sight, my little toys
I buried you because the sun
Will melt them
Got you up my sleeve
Got you up my sleeve
Got you up my sleeve
Got you up my sleeve
Got you up my sleeve
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down
Taking over
Taking over your life
I'm taking over your scene
Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya
I would hope see the face I would hope you see her face
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down (taking over)
There's no survivors
There's no survivors
Don't even snow (we're not that disturbed)
Don't even snow
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down (taking over)
There's no survivors
There's no survivors
Taking over your life
Taking over your life
I'm taking over the scene
I'm taking everything
All I wanted it all
My little trick
I wouldn't mind just a milligram up my sleeve
I've got you up my sleeve
I've Got you up my sleeve
I've got you up my sleeve
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down
There's no survivors
Taking over your life
Taking over your life
I'm taking over the scene
I'm taking everything
I'm taking everything
I've got to melt it X 10
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down theres no survivors
There is no survivors
Keep you in sight, my little toys
I buried you because the sun
Will melt them
Got you up my sleeve
Got you up my sleeve
Got you up my sleeve
Got you up my sleeve
Got you up my sleeve
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down
Taking over
Taking over your life
I'm taking over your scene
Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya
I would hope see the face I would hope you see her face
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down (taking over)
There's no survivors
There's no survivors
Don't even snow (we're not that disturbed)
Don't even snow
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down (taking over)
There's no survivors
There's no survivors
Taking over your life
Taking over your life
I'm taking over the scene
I'm taking everything
All I wanted it all
My little trick
I wouldn't mind just a milligram up my sleeve
I've got you up my sleeve
I've Got you up my sleeve
I've got you up my sleeve
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down
There's no survivors
Taking over your life
Taking over your life
I'm taking over the scene
I'm taking everything
I'm taking everything
I've got to melt it X 10
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down theres no survivors
There is no survivors
Writer: SCOTT KANNBERG
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Fillmore Jive
Hey lady, what do you need?
Do you think you'd like to come and bleed with me?
I'd like to invite you to a taste of my chalice
It's a special one, it's made of gold
(passed out)
Passed out on your couch
You left me there (thank you)
Let me sleep it off
I need to sleep it off
I need to sleep why don't you let me
I need to sleep why don't you
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
I need to sleep, why won't you let me
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
Why won't you, why won't you let me sleep?
The jam kids on the vespas
And glum looks on their faces
The street is full of punks
They got spikes
See those rockers with their long curly locks
Goodnight to the rock and roll era
Cause they don't need you anymore
Little girl, boy, girl,
bo...................y
Their composures are so distracted
Jasper's skinny arms
And the dance faction, a little too loose for me
Every night it's straight and narrow
Laws are broken, amusing era
walls are broke in the music era
Round and round and round and round she goes....
...
Pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs
When they pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs
Their throats are filled with
Do you think you'd like to come and bleed with me?
I'd like to invite you to a taste of my chalice
It's a special one, it's made of gold
(passed out)
Passed out on your couch
You left me there (thank you)
Let me sleep it off
I need to sleep it off
I need to sleep why don't you let me
I need to sleep why don't you
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
I need to sleep, why won't you let me
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
Why won't you, why won't you let me sleep?
The jam kids on the vespas
And glum looks on their faces
The street is full of punks
They got spikes
See those rockers with their long curly locks
Goodnight to the rock and roll era
Cause they don't need you anymore
Little girl, boy, girl,
bo...................y
Their composures are so distracted
Jasper's skinny arms
And the dance faction, a little too loose for me
Every night it's straight and narrow
Laws are broken, amusing era
walls are broke in the music era
Round and round and round and round she goes....
...
Pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs
When they pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs
Their throats are filled with
Writer: STEPHEN MALKMUS
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain is the second studio album by American indie rock band Pavement, released on February 14, 1994 by Matador Records. The album saw the band move on towards a more accessible rock sound than that of their more lo-fi debut Slanted and Enchanted and achieve moderate success with the single "Cut Your Hair".
The album also saw original drummer Gary Young replaced by Steve West. It was a UK Top 20 hit upon release, although it was not so successful in the US charts.
Performed By:
PavementThe album also saw original drummer Gary Young replaced by Steve West. It was a UK Top 20 hit upon release, although it was not so successful in the US charts.
Genre(s): Indie rock, alternative rock, folk rock, psychedelic rock
Producer(s): Pavement
Length: 42:16
Released: February 14th, 1994
Year: 1994