I live cement
I hate this street
Give dirt to me
I bite lament
This human form
Where I was born
I now repent
Caribou [3x]
Repent
Re-pe-ent
Give me white
Ground to run
And foregone
Lets me knife
Knife me lets
I will get
What I like
Caribou [3x]
Repent
Rep-pent
Pixies - Come On Pilgrim Album Lyrics
Pixies - Come On Pilgrim Lyrics
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Vamos
Estaba pensando sobreviviendo con mi sister en New Jersey,
Ella me dijo que es una vida buena alla,
Bien rica bien chevere, Y voy! Puneta!
[Translation:]
I was thinking surviving with my sister in New Jersey,
She told me it's a good life there,
Very good very nice, Here I Go! Jerk off!
We'll keep well bred,
We'll stay well fed,
We'll have our sons,
They will be all well hung.
They'll come and play,
Their friends will say,
Your daddy's rich,
Your mamma's a pretty thing.
That maid Maria she's really O.K.
Vamos a jugar por la playa [5x]
[Let's go play by the beach]
I keep getting friends,
Looking like lesbians,
If we get bored,
We'll move to California.
They'll come and play,
Their friends will say,
Your daddy's rich,
Your mamma's a pretty thing.
That maid Maria she's really O.K.
Vamos a jugar por la playa [5x]
Ella me dijo que es una vida buena alla,
Bien rica bien chevere, Y voy! Puneta!
[Translation:]
I was thinking surviving with my sister in New Jersey,
She told me it's a good life there,
Very good very nice, Here I Go! Jerk off!
We'll keep well bred,
We'll stay well fed,
We'll have our sons,
They will be all well hung.
They'll come and play,
Their friends will say,
Your daddy's rich,
Your mamma's a pretty thing.
That maid Maria she's really O.K.
Vamos a jugar por la playa [5x]
[Let's go play by the beach]
I keep getting friends,
Looking like lesbians,
If we get bored,
We'll move to California.
They'll come and play,
Their friends will say,
Your daddy's rich,
Your mamma's a pretty thing.
That maid Maria she's really O.K.
Vamos a jugar por la playa [5x]
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Isla De Encanta
Hermanita ven conmigo [2x],
Hay aviones cada hora,
Isla del encanto,
Me voy! [3x]
Donde no hay sufrimiento [2x],
Me vieron pasar por la calle,
Isla del encanto,
Me voy! [3x]
Nuestro propio animal canta a la gente pa'gratis ,
Hey babe what are we doing here?.
Laaaaa,Loooh,Patria.
Isla del encanto,
Me voy! [3x]
[Translation:]
Little sister come with me,
There are planes each hour,
Island of the enchantment,
I'm leaving!
Where there is no suffering,
They saw me pass by the street,
Island of the enchantment,
I'm leaving!
Our own animal sings for free for the people,
Hey babe what are we doing here?
Laaa Loooh,Fatherland.
Island of the enchantment,
I'm leaving!
Hay aviones cada hora,
Isla del encanto,
Me voy! [3x]
Donde no hay sufrimiento [2x],
Me vieron pasar por la calle,
Isla del encanto,
Me voy! [3x]
Nuestro propio animal canta a la gente pa'gratis ,
Hey babe what are we doing here?.
Laaaaa,Loooh,Patria.
Isla del encanto,
Me voy! [3x]
[Translation:]
Little sister come with me,
There are planes each hour,
Island of the enchantment,
I'm leaving!
Where there is no suffering,
They saw me pass by the street,
Island of the enchantment,
I'm leaving!
Our own animal sings for free for the people,
Hey babe what are we doing here?
Laaa Loooh,Fatherland.
Island of the enchantment,
I'm leaving!
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Ed Is Dead
Her head is in a bitter way
Her brain's on fire
She's just looking for the perfect wave
It's her brain's desire
I'll think of her when I walk the strand
On this true hormos a night
Ed is dead [4x]
She's just rotting in stupid bliss
With music on her bars uh
Her face burning in the L.A. sun
She got no got no fear of cars
I better kick my strand cruiser
To the friendlier oh oh oh oh oh oh
Ed is dead [4x]
Ed is dead
Ed is, yeah Ed is
Ed is dead [3x]
E.I.D. [3x]
No, no, no, no, no
Her brain's on fire
She's just looking for the perfect wave
It's her brain's desire
I'll think of her when I walk the strand
On this true hormos a night
Ed is dead [4x]
She's just rotting in stupid bliss
With music on her bars uh
Her face burning in the L.A. sun
She got no got no fear of cars
I better kick my strand cruiser
To the friendlier oh oh oh oh oh oh
Ed is dead [4x]
Ed is dead
Ed is, yeah Ed is
Ed is dead [3x]
E.I.D. [3x]
No, no, no, no, no
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Holiday Song
Well sit right down my wicked son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
He took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And then rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'till they were dead
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
Well sit right down my evil son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
He took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And then rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'till they were dead
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
Well sit right down my evil son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Nimrods Son
One night upon my motorcycle through the desert spead
And smashed my body so that all my friends thought I was dead
My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head
"You are the son of a mother f*cker"
One two three four
I shook all night and held her hand
Chocolate people well I'll be damned
Land of plenty, land of fun
To find out I'm Nimrod's son
Oh bury me
Far away please
Bury me
Ha-haaa
The joke has come upon me
In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led
And how my soul's been aking all the holes where I have bled
My image spoke to me, yes to me and often said
"You are the son of incestuous union"
One two three
Now my head is clear
My luke hands washed
My daughter's pure
My son is tall
Land of plenty, land of fun
To find out I'm Nimrod's son
Oh bury me
Far away please
Bury me
Ha-ha Ha-ha
The joke has come upon me
And smashed my body so that all my friends thought I was dead
My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head
"You are the son of a mother f*cker"
One two three four
I shook all night and held her hand
Chocolate people well I'll be damned
Land of plenty, land of fun
To find out I'm Nimrod's son
Oh bury me
Far away please
Bury me
Ha-haaa
The joke has come upon me
In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led
And how my soul's been aking all the holes where I have bled
My image spoke to me, yes to me and often said
"You are the son of incestuous union"
One two three
Now my head is clear
My luke hands washed
My daughter's pure
My son is tall
Land of plenty, land of fun
To find out I'm Nimrod's son
Oh bury me
Far away please
Bury me
Ha-ha Ha-ha
The joke has come upon me
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Ive Been Tired
One two three
She's a real left winger 'cause she been down south
And held peasants in her arms
She said "I could tell you a story that could make you cry"
"What about you?"
I said "Me too"
"I could tell you a story that will make you cry"
And she sighed "Aaahh"
I said "I wanna be a singer like Lou Reed"
"I like Lou Reed" she said sticking her tongue in my ear
"Let's go, let's sit, let's talk"
"Politics go so good with beer"
"And while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?"
I said "Loosing my penis to a whore with disease"
"Just kidding" I said "Loosing my life to a whore with disease"
I said "Please... I'm a humble guy with a healthy desire"
"Don't give me no shit because..."
I've been tired [6x]
I tell a tale of a girl, but I call her a woman
She's a little bit older than me
Strong legs, strong face, voice like milk, breasts like a cluster of grapes
I can't escape the ways she raise me
She'll make you feel like Solomon be one of your babies even if you had no one
(And while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?)
Took my sleep after setting my loins on fire
But that's OK because...
I've been tired [6x]
I've been tired [9x]
T-i-r-e-d spells it
Spells it
She's a real left winger 'cause she been down south
And held peasants in her arms
She said "I could tell you a story that could make you cry"
"What about you?"
I said "Me too"
"I could tell you a story that will make you cry"
And she sighed "Aaahh"
I said "I wanna be a singer like Lou Reed"
"I like Lou Reed" she said sticking her tongue in my ear
"Let's go, let's sit, let's talk"
"Politics go so good with beer"
"And while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?"
I said "Loosing my penis to a whore with disease"
"Just kidding" I said "Loosing my life to a whore with disease"
I said "Please... I'm a humble guy with a healthy desire"
"Don't give me no shit because..."
I've been tired [6x]
I tell a tale of a girl, but I call her a woman
She's a little bit older than me
Strong legs, strong face, voice like milk, breasts like a cluster of grapes
I can't escape the ways she raise me
She'll make you feel like Solomon be one of your babies even if you had no one
(And while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?)
Took my sleep after setting my loins on fire
But that's OK because...
I've been tired [6x]
I've been tired [9x]
T-i-r-e-d spells it
Spells it
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Levitate Me
Give me help
Give me help
You can... levitate me
Then take off them rings
Off them hose
Levitate me
Higher place
Levitate me
Elevator lady [4x]
Lady levitate me
If all in all is true [3x]
If all is true
Won't you please fawn over me [4x]
Shaky shake... Shakey
Levitate me
Come on Pilgrim
You know he loves you
Levitate me
Higer place
Levitate me
He kicked a baby
Elevator lady [3x]
Lady
Elevator Lady
Lady. Lady. Levitate me
If all in all is true [3x]
If all is true
Won't you please run over me [5x]
Me, me, me, me, ...
Give me help
You can... levitate me
Then take off them rings
Off them hose
Levitate me
Higher place
Levitate me
Elevator lady [4x]
Lady levitate me
If all in all is true [3x]
If all is true
Won't you please fawn over me [4x]
Shaky shake... Shakey
Levitate me
Come on Pilgrim
You know he loves you
Levitate me
Higer place
Levitate me
He kicked a baby
Elevator lady [3x]
Lady
Elevator Lady
Lady. Lady. Levitate me
If all in all is true [3x]
If all is true
Won't you please run over me [5x]
Me, me, me, me, ...
Writer: CHARLES THOMPSON, DAVID S. LOVERING, JOSEPH A. SANTIAGO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Come On Pilgrim is the debut mini-album by the American alternative rock band Pixies, released on September 28, 1987, on 4AD. Produced by Gary Smith, the release consists of eight tracks from a seventeen-song recording session that the band had recorded at Fort Apache Studios in March 1987.
Signing the band based on the quality of the recordings, 4AD founder Ivo Watts-Russell whittled its track-listing down to eight songs, remixing them to become Come On Pilgrim. The remaining nine songs were subsequently released in 2002 as Pixies.
Performed By:
PixiesSigning the band based on the quality of the recordings, 4AD founder Ivo Watts-Russell whittled its track-listing down to eight songs, remixing them to become Come On Pilgrim. The remaining nine songs were subsequently released in 2002 as Pixies.
Genre(s): Alternative rock
Length: 20:29
Released: September 28th, 1987
Year: 1987