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Eels
Eels


Информация
Откуда Los Feliz, California, United States
Жанры Indie Rock
Alternative Rock
Lo-Fi
Годы 1995—н.в.
Лейблы DreamWorks
Vagrant Records
Состав
E
Koool G Murder
The Chet
Knuckles
P-Boo
Бывшие участники
Jonathan "Butch" Norton
Tommy Walter
Adam Siegel
John Parish
Lisa Germano
Joe Gore
Puddin'
Shon Sullivan
Alan Hunter



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Альбом Eels


Souljacker (2001)
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Comming home from the school today,
Crying all along the way,
aint no way for a boy to be,
begging momma shave me please,

You little punks think you own this town,
but someday someones gonna bring you down,
life aint pretty for a dogfaced boy,
life aint pretty for a dogfaced boy.

You take back what you said now,
thats the last time i cry,
you dont know what it is to be a friend now,
till i walk beside you on the street,

and now,
ma wont shave me,
jesus cant save me,
dogfaced boy.

Life aint pretty for a dogfaced boy (x 4)

Going back to the school tomorrow,
hang my heavy head in sorrow,
aint no way for a boy to be,
aint no way to set me free.

now, ma wont shave me,
jesus cant save me,
dogfaced boy.(x 2)

. . .


Did you think that I would laugh when you said I was small
Did you think that that would pass as if nothing at all

You say a lot of funny things, my little bunny
And I almost always laugh, but that's not really funny

You play the little bells and tell a good story
You bake delicious pie and that's enough for me

But I don't think that I'm your man, and you're my little honey
And I like what you have to say, but that's not really funny

You must not continue to wear my ?? like me
The neighbour children threw the window to the sea

The little boy will wipe his nose bacause it's runny
Then point at me and laugh, but that's not really funny

. . .


You don't have a clue,
what it is like
to be next to you.

I'm here to tell you,
that it is good,
that it is true.

Birds singing a song,
old paint is peeling,
this is that fresh
that fresh feeling.
Words can't be that strong,
my heart is reelin',
this is that fresh,
that fresh feeling.

Try, try to forget,
what's in the past,
tomorrow is here.

Love, orange sky above,
lighting your way
there's nothing to fear.

Birds singing a song,
old paint is peeling,
this is that fresh
that fresh feeling.
Words can't be that strong,
my heart is reelin' and,
this is that fresh,
that fresh feeling.

Some people are good,
babe in the hood,
so pure and so free.

I make a safe bet,
you're gonna get,
whatever you need.

Birds singing a song,
old paint is peeling,
this is that fresh
that fresh feeling.
Words can't be that strong,
my heart is reeelin',
this is that fresh,
that fresh feeling.

That fresh feeling.
This is that fresh feeling.

. . .


woman driving man sleeping
with a suitcase on the rack
white lines shooting by on the pavement like the sky
looking straight ahead into the black

woman driving man sleeping
there's no radio to play
sitting with a map laying crumpled on her lap
looking for the toll money to pay

man sleeping is man dreaming
in a large apartment house
walking and knocking on doors

woman driving man sleeping
passing all the other cars
searching in the black but never turning to look back
a little metal box under the stars

man sleeping is man dreaming
in a large apartment house
walking and knocking on doors

woman driving man sleeping
woman driving man sleeping


. . .


22 miles of hard road
33 years of tough luck
44 skulls buried in the ground
Crawling down through the muck
Oh yeah

Johnny don't like the teacher
Johnny don't like the school
One day Johnny gonna do somethin'
Show 'em he's nobody's fool
Oh yeah

Sisters Brothers make better lovers
Family Affairs now under the covers
trailer park of broken hearts
won't let you leave until you're bleeding

Sally don't like her daddy
Sally don't like her friends
Sally and Johnny watchin' TV
Waitin' for it to end
Oh yeah

Woooh!

Sisters Brothers make better lovers
Family Affairs now under the covers
trailer park of broken hearts
won't let you leave until youROCK!

Waaaa whoo
Ha Ha Ha Ha Wha Ha Ha Ha Ha... Woo!

22 miles of hard road
33 years of tough luck
44 skulls buried in the ground
Crawling down through the muck
Oh yeah

. . .


Friendly Ghost - Eels

If you’re scared to die
You better not be scared to live
I’ve been spending all my days
Giving all I can give
Last night I heard someone walk in
Through my bedroom door
What they wanted I’m not exactly sure

A friendly ghost is all I need

Marking time on a broken watch
Counting days ‘til the old pawn shop
Gives me back my saxophone
Then everyone’s gonna leave me alone

Two times I thought I heard someone
Knocking on the glass
I hid my head and prayed that it would pass

A friendly ghost is all I need

If you’re scared to die you better
Not be scared to live
I’ve been carrying round a grudge
Think I better forgive

Last night I heard footsteps walking
On the attic floor
I got up and I opened up the door

A friendly ghost is all I need

. . .


look at downtown
sunrise of sam
bring it on down now
i'm in a jam
where did you find such a rocking vest?
said get away kid
you've become a pest


heaven can't help a teenage witch
from sinking deeper down into the ditch


silky gown
pink and brown
shut you down
and shut you up


little lizard legs and little lizard tails
always taste better when you're sitting in jail
still i don't think that i can resist
after all the turds that i had to kiss


heaven can't help a teenage witch
from sinking deeper down into the ditch


keeping arms length from the long arm law
going to the bank for a fifty dollar draw
gonna find the place where the werewolves hang
knockin' on the door for a fifty dollar bang


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I don't miss where I came from
But each night, I dream about being back home
When I wake up in the morning
I'm too tired, too tired of being alone
So I get up and go downtown
And pick me out a little piece of ground where I
Can prove something to the world
I can prove something to the world

Don't look at me
I'm the bus stop boxer
Don't look at me
I'm the bus stop boxer

Daddy put us in the truck and dropped us off and said good luck
One lucky kid waiting for the bus
Made a winner out of one of us

Don't look at me
I'm the bus stop boxer
Don't look at me
I'm the bus stop boxer

Goin' down by the railroadtracks where
People know they'd better not relax
I'm the man, baby, I am the man
This is where I can make you understand
I'm the bus stop boxer

Don't look at me
I'm the bus stop boxer
Don't look at me


. . .


mama had an epideral
hoping i would be a girl
the night was black
the sky was booming
darker clouds were surely looming
i heard screaming
doctor shouts
and baby then i came out


and here i am


found my way down the street
chicken hawk's favorite meat
the man was big
the gun was loaded
he had cash but never showed it
i heard screaming
bleeding throat
and baby i got on the boat


and here i am


now i'm up here in the trees
shakin' off the bugs and fleas
the days are long
the sun is beating
each day i don't die is cheating
send me some lovin'
send me some lovin'
send it now


send it by giraffe
or jungle telegraph

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In this world of shit
Baby you are it
A little light that shines all over,
Must take over and see us through the night

Daddy was a troubled genius
Momma was a real good egg
Why don't we just get together
For whatever and see if it's all right.

I spent so many days
Just starrin' at the haze
I think that's a book
That I don't have to write again
And when I rise I shine,
I've got you on my mind
And the question isn't if
The question is merely when

Baby I confess
I am quite a mess
So let's get married and make some people
more than equal
In this world of shit
I will make a pledge
To get down off the ledge
You and I belong together
And forever
We will have our life.

[don't be surprised if it's off, I was typing by ear]

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souljacker can't get my soul
ate my carcass in a black manhole
souljacker can't get my soul
he can shoot me up full of bullet holes
but the souljacker can't get my soul


souljacker can't get my soul
left my carcass with the worms and moles
souljacker can't get my soul
he can hang my neck from the old flagpole
but the souljacker can't get my soul


. . .


The sun kisses the morning dew
just the way that i'm kissing you
The birds are tweeting in sweet harmony
Teaching the free world how to be free

The day is new and a good one too
How can i prove my love to you
I wanna give you everything
Me and the birds
now we're gonna sing

When i wake up to your beautiful smile
Sometimes it takes me a little while
to realize that i am awake
and that living today will be
a piece of cake

and i won't keep you for myself
no you're not a toy on my shelf
the world needs to know that you're here
so spread your wings and fly, my dear

The day is new and a good one too
How can i prove my love to you
I wanna give you everything
Me and the birds
now we're gonna sing

. . .


I write the b-sides
That make a small portion of the world cry
I like the sea-side
And singing songs that make you not wanna die
Throw a stone into the sea
And wait for it to come back to me
Better get out on the boat
Cos’ someone told me that stones don’t float

I like to sit out back
And look up at the squirrels in the trees
They don’t like radio tracks
And they don’t ever talk down to me
Throw a nut up in the tree
Gonna fall right back on me
Well these guys know who they are
And what they needs in their own backyard

Whoo-ooh
Whoo-ooh

I like to play in the snow
I stick my hand in, now where did it go?
It might be mighty cold
But that’s all part of not doing what you’re told

. . .


so you've got balls now
marie on the run
down on newberry street
seventeen seconds of fun


apes are overrated, blucky
a kinky batch of pudding, yay!
garbage dump pumpkin rot
and candy apple gray


werewolf in a flower bed
perfect day for lucky guy
this song was never meant to be released
what's that flaming ball in the sky?


the crack head from texas
he can read my feet
a bruised pinata
and a liquid pixie


if friends were flowers
nothing gold can stay
consexual sense
and squeegee tales


bees in the cookie jar
symphonic despair
reinventing the manifesto
i, you, we ... don't care


jacuzzi's and bunnies
a broken fondue set
koool g is in the outhouse
you can be my mr. french


this old frisbee
is shitting in the alley
i saw a naked picture of me on the internet
wearing jesus's new snowshoes
golly gee


if hell is crowded, then we shall sing
a hip song for the kids in the back
for michele & the dripping of a faucet
ride the vicious bicycle on the tracks


olympic mayonnaise, dr. thunder!
low occupancy vehicle stops and starts
with hollywood suspicion
the doctor had snake parts


. . .


jehovah's witness leave me alone
jehovah's witness i'm not at home
keep on a-knockin' and ringin' the bells
knockin' your way straight to hell


jehovah's witness let's not pretend
that for one second you are my friend
knock on my door and i'll turn out the light
close the curtains and turn in for the night


jehovah's witness why must it be
just when i'm feeling good i look out and see
you walking up in your very nice suit
like i'm some old lady who'll give up her loot


jehovah's witness leave me alone
jehovah's witness i'm not at home




. . .


Hey Man
What?
Hey Man
What?
Hey Man
What?

Hey man
What?
Dig this...

Well I went walkin'
Out yesterday
A man was carryin' a sign that says
"The world is gonna end tomorrow
hey buddy got a nickel I can borrow?"

This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
The sooner you recognize this simple fact
Then this rotten world gives you what you lack

Old Miss Hedrick she's gettin' down
You don't see her much walkin' 'round town
Well you could say that she needs a little lovin'
Lookin' for a light with her head in the oven

This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
The sooner you recognize this simple fact
Then this rotten world gives you what you lack

Let's rock...

Miss Kovalov she's lookin' good
Walkin' her ass through the neighborhood
She knows somethin' that you don't know
Somethin' she learned about a long time ago

This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
The sooner you recognize this simple fact
Then this rotten world gives you what you lack
This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out

. . .


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