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Started by Tubthumper (Scott) in Your Feedback & Suggestions

I’m not complaining, but I was looking through the lyrics for ome songs, and noticed that SPYF doesn’t have any.

Why’s that?

Posted on Wed, 27 July 2005 at 00:03

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#1

allroy (Rainer) wrote:

Andy’s been too lazy to write them down for us (or Hooch didn’t poke him enough).

But there’s a good attempt at the lyrics at the brilliant site http://www.churchofnoise.de

Posted on Wed, 27 July 2005 at 07:26

#2

soul doubt (an) wrote:

allroy wrote:

Andy’s been too lazy to write them down for us (or Hooch didn’t poke him enough).

this this isn’t the fastest way to type either… :p

Posted on Wed, 27 July 2005 at 07:54

#3

hoochalobster (Sarah) Super Moderator wrote:

I suspect it’s Rene who is in need of a poke this time. Any volunteers?

Posted on Wed, 27 July 2005 at 09:02

#4

Tubthumper (Scott) wrote:

soul doubt wrote:

this this isn’t the fastest way to type either… :p

Classic! :D

Posted on Wed, 27 July 2005 at 10:43

#5

MarkoJii (Evil Twin) wrote:

There was pictures of the handwritten lyrics at this site around the time when SPYF was released, maybe they didn’t “fit” in this new look and someone was too lazy to write it down… ;)

Just remebered that I had them somewhere. Here they are…

Posted on Wed, 27 July 2005 at 12:25

#6

MarkoJii (Evil Twin) wrote:

He’s Not That Kind Of Girl

Hey, baby I dig your scars
I think you’re smart
But they think you’re kind of stupid
You don’t say much
I don’t care
They think you’re strange
But I think it’s kinda sexy

You’re kind of lovely
In a ugly way
Your feet scratch together
My two-time waltz
I think you’ve a lot to say
You’re kind of strange
But I think it’s kind of fun

And I can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
( Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah )
And I can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
But he’s not that kind of girl

Hey, baby I dig your scars
They think you’re smart
But I think you’re kind of stupid
You don’t say much
I don’t care
They think you’re strange
But I think it’s kind of fucking fun

And I can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
( Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah )
And I can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
But he’s not that kind of girl

- Break -

And I can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
( Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah )
And I can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
But he’s not that kind of girl

Somebody please, get me out of this K-hole
Somebody please, get me out of this K-hole
Somebody please, get me out of this K
Somebody please, get me out of this K-hole
Get me out of this K-hole
Get me out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole
Get me out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole

Yeah!

Wall Of Mouths

Hit Me

This is your life, so why d’ya do it?
You see it all like a film, I’m not in it
You don’t like my attitude or my tact
But I don’t care
Coz I don’t like your soundtrack
The side of my head, an endless pain
I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain
Coming on strong, like a terminal prefect
Down the hole with the gene pool defects

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

Here we go again, the runaround circus
Looking to you for clues but I’m not worth it
You don’t like my attitude or my tact
But I don’t give a shit
Coz I don’t like your soundtrack
The side of my head, an endless pain
I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain
Je Suis L’Etranger
Nes Pas Deranger
Just drive me into the central reservation

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

Some flash above been born this way
And I invite them back to mine
The end of dialling nine-nine-nine
The fools!

I drive them back
To their bog in the sticks
Play Rivali on a pile of pricks
Leave them whining six-six-six

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me!

Jam Jair Jail

Well you walk just like a tourist
And I know where you’re coming from
Coz you come from the underneath the same stone
That I have often crawled
And I know you need music more than you need love
I know you can get some answers
Tell you where you’re coming from

Hang on, don’t panic
You feel, you’re damaged
Hang on, don’t panic
You feel, you’re damaged
Answer me now when this has failed
There’ll be no release from your jam jar jail

Ethics antiquated, I want them to stay that way
The best thing about this place is that you know that
You’ll leave it some day
And I know that you need music more than you need love
Painted beds, pregnant men
Tell you where you’re coming from

Hang on, don’t panic
You feel, you’re damaged
Hang on, don’t panic
You feel, you’re damaged
And it’ll get you in the end
When it fails, your jam jar jail

Hang on, don’t panic
You feel, you’re damaged
Hang on, don’t panic
You feel, you’re damaged
And it’ll give you a battle hard
Escape

Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail

Hate Kill Destroy

Was meint ihr, will aus dieses Kindlein werden, Gutes oder Böses?

Today’s just an endless wait
Skull monkeys running through my head
Skylight, police car on fire
Someone get me to the end I’m dyin’

Justice is just a easy word
Our elders only time our pop-idol
I’m only human, just an upright dog
Nothing special and no loss

A handful of sour glory or a cup of poisoned joy
We’re the devils playthings, Satan’s little helpers
A handful of sour glory and a cup of poisoned joy
God’s mistakes
Hate, kill and destroy

All this panic just to keep us down
Get me up before the air runs out
I’m only human, just an upright dog
Nothing special and no loss

A handful of sour glory, a cupful of poisoned joy
We’re the devils playthings, Satan’s little helpers
All God’s mistakes
A handful of sour glory a little cup of poisoned joy
We’re the devils playthings baby
Hate, kill and destroy

Handful of sour glory and a cup of poisoned joy
We’re the devils playthings, we’re Satan’s little helpers
A handful of sour glory a little cup of poisoned joy
We’re the devils playthings
Hate, kill and destroy

Big Cave In

Instrumental

Posted on Wed, 27 July 2005 at 12:31

#7

MarkoJii (Evil Twin) wrote:

Six Mile Water

Me and you used to be like brothers
On the nights we got drunk to each other
You know me, I used to have some wit
It ended up in a shit filled sandpit

We come from across the border
We drink the Six Mile water
This mongrel needs a new home
This mongrel needs a new home

That time when things got better
We’d take trips across the wire
Like the night we took the mad acid
Swore we saw the city hall on fire

We come from across the border
We drink the Six Mile water
This mongrel needs a new home
This mongrel needs a new home

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
But I’m not ready for home

Bukowski day, I’m gonna miss it
We’d get together each month for a day
All the memories I have are decked out
In presbyterian grey

We come from across the border
We drank the Six Mile water
This mongrel needs a new home
This mongrel needs a new home

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
But I’m not ready for home

-Guitar solo-

Now me and you don’t talk of one another
It never really started out that way
I always meant to write you a letter
I always meant to call you some say

We come from across the water
We drank the Six Mile water
This mongrel needs a new home
This mongrel needs a new home

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
But I’m not ready for home

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry

Little Tongues First

This is my vision and this is my way
And I won’t back down
This is my land and this is my way
And I won’t back down

It’s already here, it’s finally come for me sweetness
Today of all days
But that was my past and I won’t look back
But I won’t back down

Shame on yo’ all, shake it to the world, shame on yo’ all, shook this world
Shame on yo’ all, shake it to the world, shame on yo’ all, yeah
Suicide pact, suicide pact, suicide pact, you first
Suicide pact, suicide pact, suicide pact, you first

And it’s not the end yet
Don’t send me flowers
Coz I’m not dead yet
I’m not suicidal, I’m just bored

And don’t pull the trigger
Coz I’m just a singer
Tonight baby, I’m the governess jester
A fake smile and a phoney gesture

Shame on yo’ all, shake it to the world, shame on yo’ all, shook this world
Shame on yo’ all, shake it to the world, shame on yo’ all, yeah
Suicide pact, suicide pact, suicide pact, you first
Suicide pact, suicide pact, suicide pact, you first

Suicide pact, suicide pact, suicide pact, you first
Suicide pact, suicide pact, suicide pact, you first

Ten Year Plan

Well, trust little you to take it to the level You want but don’t understand
Back up the truck Joe, wheel out those excuses
You don’t wanna dirty your hands
Napoleon complex, lower than low
High enough to think you can try
Over the side, the ship goes down
I’m still around to testify

So bring on the Sturm and Drang
I just wanna get drunk and headbang
So much for the ten year plan
You’re just another company man

Well I must admit, some mornings when it hits
I don’t wanna do it my way
I see you and your worthless crew
Fighting to get on the runway
Dizzy, dizzy heights, terrifying lows
Don’t look around just climb
I’ll see you later when you come back to me
Coz everybody gets a little Judas sometimes

So here is the Sturm and Drang
I just wanna get drunk and headbang
So much for the ten year plan
You’re just another company man

- Cello solo -

Well, trust little you to take it to a level
You want but don’t understand
Back up the truck Joe, wheel out those excuses
You don’t wanna dirty your hands
Cause you can’t so bring on the Sturm and Drang
I just wanna get drunk and headbang
So much for the ten year plan
So much for the ten year plan
So much for the ten year plan
You’re just another company man

You’re just another company man
You’re just another company man, man, man, man, man

God Kicks

Naked as I am I’m happy sad bulk of a man
And I can show you everything
But I’m just doing the best that I can
And there are no escapes
Come join me in my world
And the exits are blocked off
My girl

You were very young when the law came to take you away
You had that stuff in your hair
Get you in troubles some day
There’s no let up or no respite
No answers in anyway
God bless you

God kicks with both feet
God kicks with both feet
God kicks with both feet
And keeps his shoes clean

God kicks with both feet
God kicks with both feet
God kicks with both feet
And keeps his shoes clean

Other People’s Misery

Right, Ou-h yea-ah!

I had a love of life
I had a stable mind
There’s something wrong with me
One fix a quick release

For you, for you, for you
Other people’s misery

I had some confidence
I had some kind of grace
But it’s cought up with me
One fix a quick release

For you, for you, for you
Other people’s misery

- Guitar solo -

I had a love of life
I had a stable mind
I had a love of life
I had a stable mind
I had a love of life
I had a stable mind

For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you
Other people’s misery

Other people’s misery

Sister

Hey sister, what am I in for?
What is this place?
Who are these people?
Miles of wires
Fluorescent light
Crimson faces
Familiar hated
Miles of wires
Fluorescent light
Crimson faces
Kruckle necklace

Sister I’m lost and I’m taking you with me
Whenever I go, yeah I’m taking you with me
Coz sister I’m lost

And it’s raining like I’ve never seen
Thick red hot in pregnant drops
I scratch my skin
I can’t sleep
I’m barely awake
I’m suffocating
In open space
I can’t sleep
I’m barely awake
I’m suffocating
I’m suffocating

Sister I’m lost and I’m taking you with me
Whenever I go, yeah I’m taking you with me
Coz sister I’m lost
Sister I’m lost
Sister I’m lost
Sister I’m lost

And I can’t sit still, I can’t relax
It’s like trying to find my way out of someone else’s nightmare
Working for the same old people
Waiting for the same old man
Working for the same old people
Waiting for the same old man

Sister I’m lost and I’m bringing you with me
Whenever I go, yeah I’m bringing you with me
Coz sister I’m lost and I’m taking you with me
Whenever I go, yeah I’m taking you with me
Coz sister I’m lost

Sister I’m lost
Sister I’m lost
Sister I’m lost
Sister I’m lost
I’m lost afternoons
Measuring time in spoons

Posted on Wed, 27 July 2005 at 12:32

#8

motherh666 wrote:

Oh dear. I have been singing some crap…

Posted on Wed, 27 July 2005 at 13:05

#9

Tubthumper (Scott) wrote:

Happens to the best of us. Sometime I think it’s better if we don’t look at lyrics, so we can continue singing what we think is right, :D

Posted on Thu, 28 July 2005 at 13:35

#10

RobbyVDH wrote:

*sings “me I’m a bottle” *

Posted on Thu, 28 July 2005 at 18:13

#11

McKekS wrote:

hm…
indeed “their” SPYF differs from “mine”. But i think i’ll stick to mine, since it makes more sence to me. :)

Posted on Fri, 29 July 2005 at 08:21

#12

motherh666 wrote:

*Sings* “Get me out of this cake hole!”

Posted on Fri, 29 July 2005 at 09:09

#13

RobbyVDH’s post on Fri, 29 July 2005 at 15:18 was deleted by a moderator

#14

HurricaneHolgi (Holgi) wrote:

I found this site for lyrics:

http://www.therapychile.cjb.net/

E.

Posted on Sat, 30 July 2005 at 12:47

#15

Lola wrote:

i know this is really stupid but everytime somebody writes SPYF i can never remember what it stands for…i know..im retarded…or whatever the latest politically correct word is…

Posted on Sat, 30 July 2005 at 19:33

#16

30seconds wrote:

motherh666 wrote:

*Sings* “Get me out of this cake hole!”

Ah crap, I knew that didn’t sound right when I was singing it

Posted on Sat, 30 July 2005 at 19:52

#17

hoochalobster (Sarah) Super Moderator wrote:

Ci? wrote:

i know this is really stupid but everytime somebody writes SPYF i can never remember what it stands for…i know..im retarded…or whatever the latest politically correct word is…

Acronymically Challenged ;)

Posted on Sun, 31 July 2005 at 19:23

#18

MarkoJii (Evil Twin) wrote:

(dymnx)EvilElvis wrote:

I found this site for lyrics:

http://www.therapychile.cjb.net/

E.

They are on this thread as well if you look upper… :D

Posted on Mon, 1 August 2005 at 09:15

#19

Lola wrote:

hoochalobster wrote:

Acronymically Challenged ;)

you said it! :rolleyes:

Posted on Tue, 2 August 2005 at 09:05

#20

Teethgrinder (René Fennema) Administrator wrote:

The ‘official’ lyrics for Suicide Pact—You First are now available.

Posted on Thu, 20 October 2005 at 10:29

#21

Tubthumper (Scott) wrote:

Woo! Good job Rene.

Posted on Mon, 24 October 2005 at 10:22

#22

soul doubt (an) wrote:

Wasn’t it Hooch who typed em all out?

Posted on Mon, 24 October 2005 at 10:45

#23

Tubthumper (Scott) wrote:

I hope not. She could have just copy and pasted them from up there. ^^^

:p

But either way…well done.

Posted on Mon, 24 October 2005 at 10:58

#24

hoochalobster (Sarah) Super Moderator wrote:

soul doubt wrote:

Wasn’t it Hooch who typed em all out?

Thank you!

Congratulations… you’re officially WoMble of the Month :D

(:p@Rene)

Posted on Mon, 24 October 2005 at 13:34

#25

soul doubt (an) wrote:

Is there a prize connected to this title? promo’s? or…? I also take cheques :p

Posted on Tue, 25 October 2005 at 09:24

#26

hoochalobster (Sarah) Super Moderator wrote:

I have always felt that respect and admiration are worth far more than material posessions, I’m sure you agree ;)

Posted on Tue, 25 October 2005 at 09:52

#27

soul doubt (an) wrote:

yes, you’re right…

…on second thought: no, you’re not! materialism rules!! ;)

Posted on Tue, 25 October 2005 at 10:08

#28

hoochalobster (Sarah) Super Moderator wrote:

lol

Best I can offer… to print and frame :)

(Before changing the message boards’ software in August 2007 this post had a file attachment, which may return in the future)

Posted on Tue, 25 October 2005 at 10:47

#29

RobbyVDH wrote:

:D

Posted on Tue, 25 October 2005 at 11:06

#30

soul doubt (an) wrote:

Thanks a lot Hooch! It’s on my desktop till I find a spot on my wall :D

Posted on Wed, 26 October 2005 at 07:08

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