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Ooh! wrawgh! huh!

Down on the street where the faces shine
Floatin' around on a real low mind
Seein' pretty things
Ain't no walls
Seein' pretty things
Ain't no walls

Well, allright!
Well, it's ninteen sixty-nine, okay
All across the USA
It's another year for me and you
Another year with nothing to do
Well, it's another year for me and you
Another year with nothing to do
Now, last year I was twenty-one

Out of my mind on Saturday night
1970 rollin' in sight
Radio burnin' up above
Beautiful baby, feed my love

All night till I blow away
All night till I blow away
I feel alright, I feel alright

I'm a boogie boogie boogie boogie boy
I like to play around with boogie toys
I need a boogie girl to boogie too
I need a doogie God my shoe to chew
I like to make a dumb ass noise
Because I 'm a boogie boogie boy

Now every mornin I wake up at nine

Ooh, I been dirt And I don't care Ooh, I been dirt And I don't care ‘Cause I’m burning inside I'm just a yearning inside And I'm the fire o' life Ooh, I've been hurt And I don't care Ooh, I've been hurt And I don't care ‘Cause I’m burning inside I'm just a dreaming this life And do you feel it ? Said do you feel it when you touch me ? Said do you feel it when you touch me ? There's a fire Well, it’s a fire It was just a burning Yeah, alright Ooh! Burning inside Burning Just a dreaming Just a dreaming It was just a dreaming It was just a dreaming Play it for me, babe, with love !

Huh!
Down on the street
Where the faces shine.
Floatin' around i'm
A real low mind.
See a pretty thing - ain't no wall.
See a pretty thing - ain't no wall.
No wall,

callin' from the fun house with my song.
we been separated baby far too long.
callin' all you whoop-de pretty things.
shinin' in your freedom come and be my rings.
hold me tight -- callin' from the fun house.
hold me tight -- callin' from the fun house.
yeah, i came to play and i mean to play around.
yeah, i came to play and i mean to play real good.

Gimme danger little stranger, and I'll give you a piece
Gimme danger little stranger, and I'll feel your disease
There's nothing in my dreams, just some ugly memories
Kiss me like the ocean breeze

Now if you will be my lover, I will shiver and sing
But if you can be my master, I will do anything
There's nothing left alive but a pair of glassy eyes

It really made me feel good
Until they brought a church and steeple
Greedy awful people
They drive those fuckin' awful cars
And go to rich and shitty bars
Greedy awful people
I'm sad and lonely baby
'Cause I can't live among my class

But I am your crazy driver
Honey I'm sure to steer you ' round
I am dying in any story (?)
I'm only living and (when I) sing this song
(just the same, baby...)

I need somebody, baby
I need somebody, too

Band: The Stooges
Album: The Stooges
Year: 1969
Genre: Proto-Punk

Lyrics:

So messed up I want you here

So messed up
I want you here
In my room
I want you here
Now we're gonna be
Face-to-face
And I'll lay right down
In my favorite place

Well, I thought
Yeah, I'm really low
Jesus save, save me

You know
That something is wrong
Jesus will leave
Yes, he will

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Alright, come on Ron
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
I've been a dreamer
I've been a dreamer
I've been a dreamer
For my long lost love

Little doll I can't forget
Smoking on a cigarette
In my life a real queen
Prettiest thing I ever seen
Uh-huh
You're the one who makes me sing
Bring happiness and everything
You're the only real one

Now look out
I took a record of pretty music
I went down and baby you can tell
I took a record of pretty music
Now I'm putting it to you straight from hell
I'll stick it deep inside
I'll stick it deep inside
Cause I'm loose

Attention thrills, and then it kills
They make you king, and make you ill
'Til you're alone, dead on your throne

So my idea of fun
Is killing everyone
My idea of fun
Is killing everyone

No fun my babe no fun
No fun my babe no fun
No fun to hang around
Feeling that same old way
No fun to hang around
Freaked out for another day
No fun my babe no fun
No fun my babe no fun

She's not riqht
I want something, I want something tonight
I want something, I want something, all right
But she can't help because she's not right
no, no, no, no
It's always, it's always this way

I'm not right

So messed up, I want you here
In my room, I want you here
Now we're gonna be face-to-face
And we lay right down in my favorite place

Now I wanna be yr dog
Now I wanna be yr dog
Now I wanna be yr dog

Dance to the beat of the livin' dead
Lose sleep baby and stay away from bed
Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you

If you're alone and you got the feel
So am I baby let's move on out of here
Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you

Жесткий звук, перегруженые фузящие гитары, песни на два-три аккорда, группа Студжес это блять самый что ни есть грязный сексуальный чертов гаражный рокенрол! Я обожаю эту песню!

Out in the suburbs
I met my true found love
Out in the suburbs
I met my true found love

She gave me money
Gave me head
Gave me everything and she laid my bet

I’m a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
I’m a runaway son of the nuclear a-bomb
I am the world’s forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys

Honey gotta help me please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby detonate for me

Say, shake appeal
Move so fast on me
Shake appeal
Move so fast to see

Move so fast
Move so fast
Poor little misery

Lord
See that cat
Yeah I do mean you
See that cat
Yeah I do mean you
She got a TV eye on me
She got a TV eye
She got a TV eye on me, oh

Where is the life we started?
Yesterday’s a door opening for the departed.

The life of the party’s gone
The guests are still remained,
Know they’ll stay a little longer.

Party girls will soon get old,

Lord
Aah, hoo!
Stop it!
See that cat?
Yeah, I do mean you
See that cat?
Yeah, I do mean you
She got a TV eye on me

Oh, gi, ran, ja, ran, ja, ja, ran
Oh, gi, ran, ja, ran, ja, ja, ran
Oh, gi, ran, ja, ran, ja, ja, ran

Tonight
(Oh, gi, ran, ja, ran, ja, ja, ran)
I'll hold myself tight
(Oh, gi, ran, ja, ran, ja, ja, ran)

Hey! Hey! Hey!

You can't have friends
The moneys gonna see to that
You can't have friends
The honey flows into the vat

I should believe in honey flowin' from the rock

Awwright! Woooohhhh!

A pretty face and a dirty love
knew right away that I had to get my hooks in you
yeah yeah yeah
I'm running low on memories
If you wanna make a buck boy, you gotta be a tease, uhuh
I say yeah yeah