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Thank you to those who contributed. In particular: Patrick (rcbapa@urc.tue.nl), Michael (graham@ug.cs.dal.ca) and Bart (ecutj@csv.warwick.ac.uk). Any suggestions/corrections would be greatly appreciated. Please email me, not the list, and I'll post the final-finished version (if you know what I mean) in a couple of weeks. Cheers Andrew (wall@newton.otago.ac.nz) What follows is an attempt to dechipher the lyrics to Pod. Any resemblance of these lyrics to the real thing, either living or dead, is purely coincidental. Note: I have also taken the liberty of omitting most of the "Ahhhh"'s and "Ohh"'s. I'm sure you understand why. @ALBUM: Pod by The Breeders @SONG: Glorious Da-da... Ahhh... Hold my breath for three more year Yeah, three years On my own on Saturdays It's glorious *2 We were tired from the Scrabbled and we slept Through the window came the rain It's glorious *6 Being tired from the Hold my breath for three more year Yeah, three years On my own on Saturdays It's glorious *3 @SONG: Doe Top this Da-da... Tripping I walk to where he's sitting It's all salty *2 (He knows) It's good, it's real, it's pretty It's all salty Timmy *2 (He said) Doe *3 Dared leave We've burned the field completely Ahhh... last light I feel it's real, it's pretty It's all salty Timmy *3 (He said) Doe *3 @SONG: Happiness Is A Warm Gun She's not a girl who misses much Do-do-do, oh yeah She's well acquainted With the touch of a velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane Man in the crowd With the multicoloured mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes While his hands are busy Working overtime The sole confession of his wife Which he ate and donated to the National Trust I need a fix cause I'm going down Down to the abyss that I've left up town I need a fix cause I'm going down Mother Superior jumped the gun *6 Happiness is a warm gun *4 (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Some guy: Josephine, do you think you are going bald? Josephine: No. You've asked me that before and the answer was no then. @SONG: Oh Oh Last flight Get lost in the moss And oh, oh Fall in the neon mine Push me down *3 Still rolling in the stones Run to the log that's rotten And oh, oh Your soft belly bossing Push me down *3 Run to the log that's rotten Your soft belly bossing lows Push me down @SONG: Hellbound It lives in folds of red and steamy air It lives in misery Hellbound Oh, Falling down Down... It lives, dispite the knives internal It lives marry me Hellbound Oh, Falling down Down... It lives in misery Hellbound @SONG: When I Was A Painter In side lakes of [name] I've been Heard stories of [name] Twenty hours later I fill the room With bad sex and bad tea Go, go, go *2 When I was a painter I painted you well Too bad I have to die You brought the essentials, perversion appeal And many lovers at one time Go, go, go *2 On and on, on, on In side lakes of [name] I've been Heard stories of [name] Twenty hours later I fill the room With bad sex and bad tea Go, go, go *2 On and on, on, on @SONG: Fortunately Gone I wait for you in heaven On this perfect string of love And drink your soup of magpies in a Pottery bowl that looks As I am now, brown, round and warm Chime on a rain wet An ankle, toes or two Sweetly as it drops upon your head Just like it did today Fortunately gone I wait for you Chime on a rain wet An ankle, toes or two Sweetly as it drops upon your head Just like it did today Fortunately gone I wait for you (chorus *2) @SONG: Iris Four hours in the pot, one hour out It grows in the sleep standing up When Iris sleeps over What a book she'll write Stay for last time Oh come on, nobody wants that Sister, sister, Oh... We tried hour by hour Hour by hour *2 Four hours to daylight, four hours and then Pour water on me til I live again When Iris sleeps over It'll be alright All last night come on, nobody wants that Sister, sister, oh... We tried hour by hour Hour by hour *2 @SONG: Opened Walking on his highways We leave the land And float inside the dark, black water Robin flies again She flew low over the highways And I saw the wind Blowing back her barbie doll hair Robin flies again And in a kitchen in Kentucky She thinks she's Peter Pan And in the bottom of a concrete basement Robin flies again @SONG: Only In 3's Oh... Back burns are green and off for me and her He's an ape, he's an ape, he's an angel Only in 3's, oh... Only in 3's, oh yeah Only in 3's, oh... Oh... Hay for a bed with her on my head And you are the king, the same king who will burn me Only in 3's, oh... Only in 3's, oh yeah Only in 3's, oh... @SONG: Lime House I walk by, I fall down For warm black tar forms balls And black tar baby I'm in a lime house *4 Fall..., stay for good Oh live and live and live in the dark baby Tar baby I'm in a lime house *8 @SONG: Metal Man I don't know how old I was But it was a '65 pickup I was lying on the ground With flat iron bars over my head One silver drop is all you need To put a hole in your head at 2000 degrees That's right man, you be the Metal Man At 2000 degrees That's hot *2 And over my head the hot wire was sparking I got something down on my chest And it began to bubble I was her parent, my three in a tree When a drip dropped down on me That's right man, I'm the Metal Man At 2000 degrees That's hot (In the background there is a conversation between a man and a woman. What they are saying is anyone's guess!) @END

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