I want to live on an abstract plain.
I want to live on an abstract plain.
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine, I would shiver the whole night through.
I got time on my hands.
Soy un perdedor.
Anger: hostility towards the opposition.
Say it ain’t so – your drug is a heart breaker.
Can’t fight the seether.
‘Cause you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop.
Now I’m rolling in sweat with a loaf of cold bread and a taco in my jeans.
There’s a woman in the house, and she won’t come out.
Come on baby won’t you show me what you got – I want your salvation.
I’m questioning my sanity.
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home. Welcome to paradise.
Get down, get down.
If I could ask you how you feel, would you reply or produce a shield?
I’m feeling supersonic, give me gin and tonic. You can have it all, but how much do you want it?
So let’s get to the point, let’s roll another joint, and let’s head on down the road.
Represent represent.
I’m Miss World, watch me break and watch me burn.
You gotta keep ’em separated.
Love in the ’90s is paranoid.
Too much walking, shoes worn thin. Too much trippin’ and my soul’s worn thin.
Wake up in the morning and it’s hard to live.
You know with love comes strange currencies, and here is my appeal.
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, gimme the mic so I can take it away.
They said it was such a good time for everyone to not get along. And how was everyone so right if only everyone was wrong?
I’m so tired of playing, playing with this bow and arrow. Gonna give my heart away, leave it to the other girls to play.
Exchange our fears for little glass holes and broken dreams of bent-backed trolls.
Linoleum supports my head – gives me something to believe.
In my eyes, indisposed, in disguises no one knows, hides the face, lies the snake, and the sun in my disgrace.
Rust in the mountain, rust in the brain, the air is sacred here in spite of your claim.
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man in a dusty black coat and a red right hand.
We question one accessory: don’t think the piece is necessary. We agree you’re dressed to kill, but wonder if you will.
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine, Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine.
The band that I feel I should really like more but… erases the but.
An exquisitely executed dose of grungy riot grrl punk rock.
Some bands and some albums hit a bunch of my musical sweet spots at once.
The secret’s out on this one.
Is the movie Swingers and Big Bad Voodoo Daddy partially responsible for my moving to the west coast from NYC? It’s a long story…
Even upon a midnight eerie, you’re not gonna want to give this album a run-around.
It rocks out while having run rocking out while letting YOU know that they’re… oh, just keep on reading for more.
Mellow, optimistic roots rock with perfect vocals from Darius Rucker.
Britpop that’s deeply soaked in 1970s and 1980s influences spanning post-punk to glam rock to synth pop to dance music.
Quintessential mid-1990s alternative rock.
An unusual but ultimately pleasing combination of traditional Irish music and modern American rock.