(All down the line.) We'll be watching out for trouble, yeah.(All down the line.) And we'd better keep the motor running, yeah.(All down the line.) Well, you can't say yes and you can't say no,Just be right there when the whistle blows.I need a sanctified girl with a sanctified mind to help me now.
Yeah, all the people singing all down the line.Mmmm, watch the men all working, working, yeah. (All down the line.)
(All down the line.) We're gonna open up the throttle yeah.(All down the line.) We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah.(All down the line.)
I need a shot of salvation, baby, once in a while.Hear the whistle blowing, hear it for a thousand miles.
(All down the line.) We're gonna open up the throttle, yeah.All down the line, We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah.Well you can't say yes, and you can't say no,Just be right there when the whistle blows.I need a sanctified mind to help me out right now.
Be my little baby for a while.Won't you be my little baby for a while?
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You took the carIt was my favorite oneLittle white DartAnd drove it to IdahoYou took the horseIt was a thoroughbredSaddled it upOut on the interstateYou killed the catPut it in antifreezeDumped in the trunkWith the rest of the cattlefeedYou took the houseYou went and changed the locksNow I am stuckLiving out of a box
I think I've been takenFor everything I ownI've been hurt so badlyI'm alone, baby, I'm alone
You left me nothingYou left me nothingJohnny SunshineYou left me nothingYou left me nothingJohnny SunshineYou left me nothingYou left me nothingJohnny SunshineYou left me nothingYou left me nothing
― AaronHz (AaronHz), Saturday, 9 October 2004 21:05 (nineteen years ago) link
You Saturday night women, now, you just ape and clown,You don't do nothing but tear my reputation down.Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down.Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby,Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind.
I love my baby ninety nine degrees,But that mama got a pistol, laid it down on me.Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down.Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby,Yeah, gonna make you lose your mind.
Ev'ry time I'm walking all down the streetSome pretty woman start breaking down on me.Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down.Stuff is gonna bust your brains out, baby,Gonna make you lose your mind.
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Rifle in hand and two in the bushThree count delay, I may need a little pushTake out the garbage on Tuesday nightsSeems like the small thingsAre the only things I'll fightSeems like the small thingsAre the only things I'll fight
Gunshy, Gunshy, Gunshy, Gunshy
Sea monkeys, do monkey'sStory of my lifeSend three bucks to a comic bookGet a house, car and wifeSend three bucks to a comic bookGet a house, car and wife
(wife) Gunshy
― AaronHz (AaronHz), Saturday, 9 October 2004 21:07 (nineteen years ago) link
May the good Lord shine a light on you,Make every song (you sing) your favorite tune.May the good Lord shine a light on you,Warm like the evening sun.
When you're drunk in the alley, baby, with your clothes all tornAnd your late night friends leave you in the cold gray dawn.Just seemed too many flies on you, I just can't brush them off.Angels beating all their wings in time,With smiles on their faces and a gleam right in their eyes.Whoa, thought I heard one sigh for you,Come on up, come on up, now, come on up now.
May the good Lord shine a light on you,Make every song you sing your favorite tune.May the good Lord shine a light on you,Warm like the evening sun.
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I was flying into Chicago at nightWatching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smokeThe sun was setting to the left of the planeAnd the cabin was filled with an unearthly glowIn 27-D I was behind the wingWatching landscape roll outLike credits on a screenThe earth looked like it was lit from withinLike a poorly assembled electrical ball as we movedOut of the farmlands into the gridThe plan of the city was all that you sawAnd all of these people sitting totally stillAs the ground raced beneath them thirty thousand feet down
It took an hour, maybe a dayBut once I really listened, the noiseJust went away
And I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 videoThe stewardess came back and checked on my drinkIn the last strings of sunlight, a Bridgette BardotThere's a hat on my headphonesAlong with those eyes that you getWhen your circumstance is movie size
― AaronHz (AaronHz), Saturday, 9 October 2004 21:09 (nineteen years ago) link
Soul survivor, soul survivor.Soul survivor, soul survivor.Soul survivor, soul survivor.Soul survivor, soul survivor,Gonna be the death of me,It's gonna be the death of me.
When you're flying your flagsAll my confidence sags,You got me packing my bags.I'll stowaway at sea,You make me mutiny,Where you are I won't be,You're gonna be the death of me.
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The fire you like so much in meIs the mark of someone adamantly freeBut you can't stop yourself from wanting worse'Cause nothing feeds a hunger like a thirst
Baby I'm tired of fightingI always wanted youI broke up at the roadhouseI wouldn't know you were aliveYou haven't seen me for weeks nowIt wouldn't shock you ifI drove right out through the back of your eyesI can't be trusted They're saying I can't be trueBut I only wanted more than I knew
Baby I'm tired of fightingI always wanted youI only wanted more than I knew
― AaronHz (AaronHz), Saturday, 9 October 2004 21:10 (nineteen years ago) link
― AaronHz (AaronHz), Saturday, 9 October 2004 21:11 (nineteen years ago) link
― Helios Creed (orion), Sunday, 10 October 2004 00:21 (nineteen years ago) link
― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Sunday, 10 October 2004 00:46 (nineteen years ago) link
― Nowell, Sunday, 10 October 2004 00:57 (nineteen years ago) link
― Nowell, Sunday, 10 October 2004 00:58 (nineteen years ago) link
that's awesome.
hi nowell! if you like liz phair, you should listen to Julie Doiron & The Wooden Stars album. it's great.
― Helios Creed (orion), Sunday, 10 October 2004 01:05 (nineteen years ago) link
― Nowell, Sunday, 10 October 2004 01:06 (nineteen years ago) link
I'm not the real Helios Creed, obviously.
― Helios Creed (orion), Sunday, 10 October 2004 01:10 (nineteen years ago) link
― Nowell, Sunday, 10 October 2004 01:11 (nineteen years ago) link
― Mr. Snrub, Sunday, 10 October 2004 14:31 (nineteen years ago) link
― My name is Kenny (My name is Kenny), Sunday, 10 October 2004 15:29 (nineteen years ago) link
― My name is Kenny (My name is Kenny), Sunday, 10 October 2004 15:35 (nineteen years ago) link
― keith m (keithmcl), Sunday, 10 October 2004 15:44 (nineteen years ago) link
And like that . . . . . . he's gone.
― Gribowitz (Lynskey), Sunday, 10 October 2004 16:03 (nineteen years ago) link
christ, you're a bore.
― J.D. (Justyn Dillingham), Monday, 11 October 2004 01:30 (nineteen years ago) link
I'm gonna have to agree with this. Most just seems like a cheap marketing gimmick where an unknown can ride into stardom on the coattails of an already famous artist. Kind of like how no-name rappers (like 50 cent and Canibus) went out of their way to make idiotic beefs with famous rappers so they could get noticed in the days when no one gave a shit.
― King Korn Karn, Monday, 11 October 2004 18:04 (nineteen years ago) link
― Loose Translation: Sexy Dancer (sexyDancer), Monday, 11 October 2004 18:23 (nineteen years ago) link
― Magic City (ano ano), Monday, 11 October 2004 22:01 (nineteen years ago) link
― Magic City (ano ano), Monday, 11 October 2004 22:03 (nineteen years ago) link
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me OTM -- My name is Kenny (bogususe...), October 10th, 2004.
I just wanted to say that this is possibly the greatest succession of posts I've ever seen on this board.
― The Good Dr. Bill (Andrew Unterberger), Monday, 11 October 2004 22:28 (nineteen years ago) link
― m0stly clean (m0stly clean), Monday, 11 October 2004 22:39 (nineteen years ago) link
If nothing else, reading all the lyrics from Exile on Main Street in one sitting with no musical accompaniment in the background makes me love it a little less. Sigh.
― Formerly Lee G (Formerly Lee G), Monday, 11 October 2004 23:23 (nineteen years ago) link
So this is what people thought about this album 9 years ago. Yikes.
I was just thinking that roughly the same amount of time has passed between the current day and the release of Spiderland as had passed between Exile on Main St and Exile in Guyville. 20 years and change.
― Mayor Manuel (La Lechera), Wednesday, 30 April 2014 01:55 (ten years ago) link
Wait, did someone make a riposte of spiderland?
― how's life, Wednesday, 30 April 2014 10:43 (ten years ago) link
0 results found for guyderland,so we searched for sunderland. [Return to original search]
― Mark G, Wednesday, 30 April 2014 10:50 (ten years ago) link
Spiderville?
― Mayor Manuel (La Lechera), Wednesday, 30 April 2014 12:39 (ten years ago) link
Also not yet that I'm aware of, the idea just crossed my mind bc I saw the Slint movie and thought about the passage of time.
― Mayor Manuel (La Lechera), Wednesday, 30 April 2014 12:42 (ten years ago) link
Reading the paired lyrics makes me like both albums more. It's like a weird journal of a relationship between some macho waster and his smarter girlfriend who will soon be outta there. I have to say it kind of works as disjoint communication.
― MatthewK, Wednesday, 30 April 2014 12:46 (ten years ago) link
this evolution is kinda sad -- this is about Guyville:
Phair has also stated that most songs on the album were not about her. She commented, "That stuff didn't happen to me, and that's what made writing it interesting. I wasn't connecting with my friends. I wasn't connecting with relationships. I was in love with people who couldn't care less about me. I was yearning to be part of a scene. I was in a posing kind of mode, yearning to have things happen for me that weren't happening. So I wanted to make it seem real and convincing. I wrote the whole album for a couple people to see and know me.
followed by this after the release of Whip Smart (and her somewhat petulant cancellation of the tour, acc to this which was linked through wikipedia http://web.archive.org/web/20091027155035/http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Towers/8529/autobiography/whipsmart.htm)
Attention doesn't fill you up, it depletes you. That's usually at shows. You go afterward to sign some autographs and that's when I see that they're completely waiting for something, like little kids at a birthday party, 'Is there a clown? Is there a pony?' They want something. They want their own personal snippet to go home and remember. All these hungry mouths, all these gaping baby birds. Some people see me as a wounded soul and want to get that. Some people see me as the girl that scorned them in the schoolyard and they want me to be bitchy and bratty. Some people see me as a kind of hippie collegiate. Think of all the different perceptions of what the songs say and that's the variety you get coming back at you. This kind of attention just eats at you.
― Mayor Manuel (La Lechera), Wednesday, 30 April 2014 14:02 (ten years ago) link