Late! - Pocketwatch

Late! - Pocketwatch
AAAAhhh il m'en aura fallu de temps mais j'ai trouvé !!
il se trouve que pendant que Dave était dans Nirvana, il a enregistré tout seul un p'ti album Late! Poketwatch...(avec les titres ci-dessous)
à l'époque, il avait attiré les foudres de Kurt...
mouais... bah heureusemen Dave ne fait pas la même erreur et laisse Taylor avoir son propre groupe ^^
en tt k toutes les songs sont géniales !!
j'ai déjà mis un peu plus haut les paroles de :
Milk
et
Color pictures of a Marigold
je mets les autres tout de suite ^^


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Color Pictures of a Marigold
Friend Of A Friend
Hell's Garden
Just Another Story About Skeeter Thompson
M
ilk
P
etrol CB
Th
rowing Needles
Winnebago
# Posté le vendredi 17 février 2006 14:50

Hell's Garden

Hell's Garden
blew it all away
blew it all away
li
ving green and gray
bl
ew it all away

read to past the time
sappy open line, turns to yours and mine
rea
d to past the time..

yo
u and I in hells garden
h
ells garden the way it used to work
I'
m in hells gard, hells gard, pay to watch em' burn
I'm in hells gard, hells gard, wait another turn
I
'm in hells gard, hells gard, will be true the world

blew it all away
bl
ew it all away
living
green and gray
bl
ew it all away

y
ou and I in hells garden
he
lls garden the way it used to work
I'
m in hells gard, hells gard, pay to watch em' burn
I'm in hells gard, hells gard, will be true the world
I'm in hells gard, hells gard, wait another turn
I
'm in hells gard, hells gard, wait it all the world
I
'm in hells gard, hells gard, will be true the world
I
'm in hells gard, hells gard, wait it all the world
# Posté le vendredi 17 février 2006 14:56

Just Another Story About Skeeter Thompson

Just Another Story About Skeeter Thompson
Spoken: So... we were in Amsterdam
a
nd we were staying at this guy
Toss
's house
good friend of ours
Uhh...
its kinda in the middle of the city
we
were just finished with our
sec
ond European tour
and everything was going pretty good
Skee
ter, he met this girl that lived
ne
xt door to Toss's
a
nd within a couple of weeks he started
livin
g with her, you know?
and I
guess she had a lot of money or something
cau
se she was constantly buying him clothes
and
getting him lots of stuff and loading him
w
ith money, you know?
He was constantly going to the coffee shop
al
ways getting the best herb and the best
hash, you know?
he
was in good shape
she
was really good looking, she was
rea
lly cool
I, I don't think he'd ever met her before
but
she had, you know, other boyfriends I suppose
so I'm sitting on the couch, you know, in
Toss's apartment
an
d I'm reading, you know, maximum rock and
roll or flip side
o
ne of those punk things
and
I heard Skeeter come in
and he came in and he had all these really
nic
e clothes on
sh
e bought him all this stuff
she like bought him cologne
h
e was really really smelling good, you know
he
looked good too
you
know he came in and put his herb
o
n the table and, whatever
I'm just reading my little punk magazine
no
t really paying attention
a
nd then he says, uh, he says hey Dave
a
nd I look up
an
d he's standing there with his dick
in his hand
and he's kinda got it like lifted up so
he's looking at the head of his dick
h
e kinda pointed it at me
I d
idn't know what to think
he
said does that look like pus to you
I said no I think its lint
...Sorry.
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# Posté le vendredi 17 février 2006 15:00

Petrol CB

Petrol CB
power is as sacred to that they never even teach
onl
y if it's black or white see the challenges
open eyes are broken if you'd just consider me
c
ut you loose, i feel like i gotta gotta go!..

find
a(n) answer help yourself
f
ind a(n) answer help yourself

whatever kind of phony body chewed it through the night
soda is left to block away the case of broken heart
spit out fast for fun for it's the only way to win
t
ake my breathe come back inside, oh i gotta gotta go!

i got the answer help yourself
f
ind any answer help yourself
help yourself, help yourself, help yourself..
# Posté le vendredi 17 février 2006 15:02

Throwing Needles

Throwing Needles
what's there at the door that changed my life
w
ithout a simple reason why
f
eel another afternoon
split my poor broken heart in two
it
's not a friend that you and I
throwing needles at the sky
m
arch with friends that's you today
pu
t them on and walked away

I walked away
I
walked away
I w
alked away

you
laughed the while you kissed my head
t
alk about the time we spent
p
icking arms up from the sand
sure to never never land
i
n the middle of my story
f
uel the bed to keep you warm
lie around and beat my head
feed the cactus, I'm instead

get lost instead
g
et lost instead
ge
t lost instead

the end....
the end....
t
he end!
# Posté le vendredi 17 février 2006 15:04