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Pixies - Bossanova Album Lyrics
Pixies - Bossanova Lyrics
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Rock Music
Your mouth's a mile away [8x]
Your mouth's
All
All the way down
Hey you know me, me conoce
Your mouth's a mile away [4x]
Your mouth's
All
All the way down
Hey you know me, me conoce
Your mouth [4x]
Your mouth's
All
All the way down
Hey you know me, me conoce
Your mouth's a mile away [4x]
Your mouth's
All
All the way down
Hey you know me, me conoce
Your mouth [4x]
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Velouria
Hold my head
We'll trampoline
Finally through the roof
On to somewhere near
And far in time
Velouria
Her covering
Travelling career
She can really move
Oh velveteen!
My Velouria, my Velouria
Even I'll adore you
My Velouria uh uh uh uh uh uh
Say to me
Where have you been
Finally through the roof
And how does lemur skin
Reflect the sea?
We will wade in the shine of the ever
We will wade in the shine of the ever
We will wade in the tides of the summer
Every summer
Every
My Velouria
My Velouria
Forevergreen
I know she's here
In California
I can see the tears
Of shastasheen
My Velouria, my Velouria
Even I'll adore your
My Velouria
V-E-L-O-U-R-I-A
We'll trampoline
Finally through the roof
On to somewhere near
And far in time
Velouria
Her covering
Travelling career
She can really move
Oh velveteen!
My Velouria, my Velouria
Even I'll adore you
My Velouria uh uh uh uh uh uh
Say to me
Where have you been
Finally through the roof
And how does lemur skin
Reflect the sea?
We will wade in the shine of the ever
We will wade in the shine of the ever
We will wade in the tides of the summer
Every summer
Every
My Velouria
My Velouria
Forevergreen
I know she's here
In California
I can see the tears
Of shastasheen
My Velouria, my Velouria
Even I'll adore your
My Velouria
V-E-L-O-U-R-I-A
Writer: Black Francis
Copyright: Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING
Allison
From distant star
To this here bar
The me, the you
Where are we now?
Hooray the blues
Of everyone
Allison
Keeps a smile
Around a while
He took no fright
And jettisoned
We'll go tonight
To hear him tell
"Oh well"
Allison
Allison
And when the planet hit the sun
I saw the face of Allison
Allison
Allison
To this here bar
The me, the you
Where are we now?
Hooray the blues
Of everyone
Allison
Keeps a smile
Around a while
He took no fright
And jettisoned
We'll go tonight
To hear him tell
"Oh well"
Allison
Allison
And when the planet hit the sun
I saw the face of Allison
Allison
Allison
Writer: ELVIS COSTELLO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Is She Weird
I know you're rich in
Good clothes and little things
Your mind is fancy
(And your car is bitchin')
Is she weird
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room
And her head has no room
Your heart is ripshit
Your mouth is everywhere
I'm lyin' in it
Is she weird
Is she over me
Like the stars and the sun
Like the stars and the sun
Is she weird
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room!
No more of this girl cryin'
I'm here, your big man
You're mine
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room
Good clothes and little things
Your mind is fancy
(And your car is bitchin')
Is she weird
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room
And her head has no room
Your heart is ripshit
Your mouth is everywhere
I'm lyin' in it
Is she weird
Is she over me
Like the stars and the sun
Like the stars and the sun
Is she weird
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room!
No more of this girl cryin'
I'm here, your big man
You're mine
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Ana
She's my fave
Undressing in the sun
Return to sea - bye
Forgetting everyone
Eleven high
Ride a wave
Undressing in the sun
Return to sea - bye
Forgetting everyone
Eleven high
Ride a wave
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
All Over The World
With a pet at my side
God in the sky
Snow falling down
Freeze my body to the ground
I can't ride
But one more time
I will ride
All over the world
Washed over the side
Top of the sky
Slow diver down
Two feet land on a different ground
You can't live easily
You can't even speak
But all of them speak
All over the world
I will meet you over there
I am going to meet you over there
Washed over the side
Top of the sky
Slow diver down
Two feet land on a different ground
You can't live easily
You can't even speak
Fish all of them speak
All over the world
A plain with no herd
Not even a bird
When one side is hot
The other side of the moon is not
It's just like a ride
Maybe some time
They'll make it a ride
All over the world
I will meet you over there
I am going to meet you over there
Time is an arrangement
Time is an arranger
I am a derangement
All my thoughts
All I am are my thoughts
All my thoughts
I am all what I'm taught
Better call the ranger
Got a train derailment
Better call the ranger
What I'm taught
All I am are my thoughts
All my thoughts
All I am are my thoughts
What I'm not
God in the sky
Snow falling down
Freeze my body to the ground
I can't ride
But one more time
I will ride
All over the world
Washed over the side
Top of the sky
Slow diver down
Two feet land on a different ground
You can't live easily
You can't even speak
But all of them speak
All over the world
I will meet you over there
I am going to meet you over there
Washed over the side
Top of the sky
Slow diver down
Two feet land on a different ground
You can't live easily
You can't even speak
Fish all of them speak
All over the world
A plain with no herd
Not even a bird
When one side is hot
The other side of the moon is not
It's just like a ride
Maybe some time
They'll make it a ride
All over the world
I will meet you over there
I am going to meet you over there
Time is an arrangement
Time is an arranger
I am a derangement
All my thoughts
All I am are my thoughts
All my thoughts
I am all what I'm taught
Better call the ranger
Got a train derailment
Better call the ranger
What I'm taught
All I am are my thoughts
All my thoughts
All I am are my thoughts
What I'm not
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Dig For Fire
There is this old woman
She lives down the road
You can often find her
Kneeling inside of her hole
And I often ask her
"Are you looking for the mother lode?"
Huh?
No.
No my child, this is not my desire
And then she said
I'm digging for fire [4x]
There is this old man
Who spent so much of his life sleeping
That he is able to keep awake
For the rest of his years
He resides
On a beach
In a town
Where I am going to live
And I often ask him
"Are you looking for the mother lode?"
Huh?
No.
No my child, this is not my desire
And then he said
I'm digging for fire [4x]
She lives down the road
You can often find her
Kneeling inside of her hole
And I often ask her
"Are you looking for the mother lode?"
Huh?
No.
No my child, this is not my desire
And then she said
I'm digging for fire [4x]
There is this old man
Who spent so much of his life sleeping
That he is able to keep awake
For the rest of his years
He resides
On a beach
In a town
Where I am going to live
And I often ask him
"Are you looking for the mother lode?"
Huh?
No.
No my child, this is not my desire
And then he said
I'm digging for fire [4x]
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Down To The Well
Betty always knows
Betty always tells
She laughing desperately
She said it felt like a river inside her bones
When she went down to the well
I'm gonna be with her
She's gonna take me there
Lead me by my hand
Her body a rocking chair for my soul
I can hardly wait, baby
I can hardly wait
'til we gown to the well
Down to the well
Been thinking to myself
And if a life ain't long
What matter does it make
If there'll be favorite songs
Playing in my head
When we go down to the well
I can hardly wait, Betty
I can hardly wait
'til we go down to the well
Down to the well
Down to the
Betty always tells
She laughing desperately
She said it felt like a river inside her bones
When she went down to the well
I'm gonna be with her
She's gonna take me there
Lead me by my hand
Her body a rocking chair for my soul
I can hardly wait, baby
I can hardly wait
'til we gown to the well
Down to the well
Been thinking to myself
And if a life ain't long
What matter does it make
If there'll be favorite songs
Playing in my head
When we go down to the well
I can hardly wait, Betty
I can hardly wait
'til we go down to the well
Down to the well
Down to the
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
The Happening
They got a ranch they call
Number fifty-one
They got a ranch they call
Number fifty-one
Can't see it all
'less your flying by
Just sitting there square
Baking in the sun
Beneath the sky
They're gonna put it down
Right on the strip
They're gonna put it down
On the Vegas strip
They're gonna put it down
And step outside
Into the lights
Right outta that ship
Saying HI!
I was driving doing nothing
On the shores of Great Salt Lake
When they put it on the air
I put it in the hammer lane
I soon forgot myself
And I forgot about the brake
I forgot about all laws
And I forgot about the rain
They were talking on the 9
And all across the amy band
Across the road they were turning around
And headed south with me
It got so crowded on the road
I started driving in the sand
My head was feeling scared
But my heart was feeling free
The desert turned to mud
It seems that everybody heard
Everybody was remembering
To forget they had the chills
Then I heard the voices on a broadcast
From up on the bird
They were getting interviewed
By some Goodman whose name was Bill
I'm almost there to Vegas
Where they're puttin' on a show
They've come so far
I've lived this long
At least
I must just go and say hello
Number fifty-one
They got a ranch they call
Number fifty-one
Can't see it all
'less your flying by
Just sitting there square
Baking in the sun
Beneath the sky
They're gonna put it down
Right on the strip
They're gonna put it down
On the Vegas strip
They're gonna put it down
And step outside
Into the lights
Right outta that ship
Saying HI!
I was driving doing nothing
On the shores of Great Salt Lake
When they put it on the air
I put it in the hammer lane
I soon forgot myself
And I forgot about the brake
I forgot about all laws
And I forgot about the rain
They were talking on the 9
And all across the amy band
Across the road they were turning around
And headed south with me
It got so crowded on the road
I started driving in the sand
My head was feeling scared
But my heart was feeling free
The desert turned to mud
It seems that everybody heard
Everybody was remembering
To forget they had the chills
Then I heard the voices on a broadcast
From up on the bird
They were getting interviewed
By some Goodman whose name was Bill
I'm almost there to Vegas
Where they're puttin' on a show
They've come so far
I've lived this long
At least
I must just go and say hello
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Blown Away
Now the sun is burning
In deepest space
That's the way things are
Through a storm I called you
It fell each day
I didn't get so far
My words get blown away
My lips are moving
If you touch my face
Did you hear my screams?
While we were sleeping
I tried to say
Even in my dreams
My words get blown away
Now the sun is burning
In deepest space
I didn't get so far
In deepest space
That's the way things are
Through a storm I called you
It fell each day
I didn't get so far
My words get blown away
My lips are moving
If you touch my face
Did you hear my screams?
While we were sleeping
I tried to say
Even in my dreams
My words get blown away
Now the sun is burning
In deepest space
I didn't get so far
Writer: SAM WEEDMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Hang Wire
They're going higher
Wind is whistling on the barbs
Your head's a hammer
Hang wire, hang wire, hang wire
(Meet you at the) hang wire
That man is a liar
The day is like a warm night
Salt rusts the cold line
Hang wire, hang wire, hang wire
(Meet you at the) hang wire
Every morning and every day
I'll bossanova with you
If there were a fire
Can we scratch beneath this
Hang wire, hang wire, hang wire
(Meet you at the) hang wire?
Wind is whistling on the barbs
Your head's a hammer
Hang wire, hang wire, hang wire
(Meet you at the) hang wire
That man is a liar
The day is like a warm night
Salt rusts the cold line
Hang wire, hang wire, hang wire
(Meet you at the) hang wire
Every morning and every day
I'll bossanova with you
If there were a fire
Can we scratch beneath this
Hang wire, hang wire, hang wire
(Meet you at the) hang wire?
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stormy Weather
It is time
It is time for
It is time for stormy weather
It is time [2x]
Oh ho, it is time for stormy weather
For stormy weather [3x]
It is time [2x]
Whoaw, it is time for stormy weather
It is time [2x]
Oh ho, it is time for stormy weather
For stormy weather [5x]
It is time [2x]
Whoa, it is time for stormy weather
It is time for
It is time for stormy weather
It is time [2x]
Oh ho, it is time for stormy weather
For stormy weather [3x]
It is time [2x]
Whoaw, it is time for stormy weather
It is time [2x]
Oh ho, it is time for stormy weather
For stormy weather [5x]
It is time [2x]
Whoa, it is time for stormy weather
Writer: DAVID A BELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Havalina
Havalina, havalina, havalina, havalina
Walking in the breeze
On the plains of old Sedona
Arizona
Among the trees
Havalina, havalina, havalina, havalina
Havalina, havalina, havalina, havalina
Walking in the breeze
On the plains of old Sedona
Arizona
Among the trees
Havalina, havalina, havalina, havalina
Havalina, havalina, havalina, havalina
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Bossanova is the third studio album by American alternative rock band Pixies. It was released on August 13, 1990, by English independent record label 4AD in the United Kingdom and by Elektra Records in the United States. Because of 4AD's independent status, major label Elektra handled distribution in the USA.
Bossanova reached number 70 on the Billboard 200. The album peaked at number three in the UK Albums Chart. Two singles were released from Bossanova; "Velouria" and "Dig for Fire". Both charted on the Billboard Modern Rock Tracks chart in the USA, at No. 4 and No. 11, respectively.
Performed By:
PixiesBossanova reached number 70 on the Billboard 200. The album peaked at number three in the UK Albums Chart. Two singles were released from Bossanova; "Velouria" and "Dig for Fire". Both charted on the Billboard Modern Rock Tracks chart in the USA, at No. 4 and No. 11, respectively.
Genre(s): Alternative rock, space rock, surf rock, grunge
Producer(s): Gil Norton
Length: 39:45
Released: August 13th, 1990
Year: 1990