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Soup
Album - 7 agosto 1995 - Debaser id 23919

di Blind Melon

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Vernie (03:15)
Blind Melon • Soup
Is it the way you're speakin'
Is it because I'm peakin'
Twistin' your face, thumb in hand, but you
Gotta have your own space to play in
A collection of glass chickens
Oh Vernie, what a garden you have

Maybe its the snuff under your lip
Or maybe caramel cake covered in Christmas
Oh a flower you are to my land, but I
No I cannot deny the beauty
If I had a heart I would want it to be like Vernie's
Oh what a heart that she has

Roaming through the cupboard jar of
pickles never opened since 1983
Peanuts in a pile and Elvis down the aisle
Singing gallantly

I wish I could be
A little more like Vernie
Oh, I wanna be
I wanna be a little more like Vernie
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Skinned (01:57)
Blind Melon • Soup
I'll make a shoe horn outta your shin,
I'll make a lamp shade of durable skin
And oh, don't you know that i'm always feelin' able
When i'm sittin home here carvin' out your navel
I'm justa sittin' here carvin' out your navel

When will i realize that this skin i'm in,
Hey, It isn't mine
And when will the kill be too much meat for me to hide

OHhhh, Hey i could really use a couple of hands,
To complete one hell of a plant stand
Oh, and don't you know that i'm caught here in the middle
Making Rib Cages into coffee table
I'm just makin' em into coffee tables.

And when will i realize, that this skin i'm in,
Hey, it isn't mine
And when will the thrill be too much meat for me to find
Anymore

Because you know i can't hide,
But oh how hard i try,
But this is just the shape i'm in
Because i know i can't hide,
But oh how hard i try,
But this is just the shape i'm in
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Toes Across the Floor (03:07)
Blind Melon • Soup
Doesn't anybody feel
That all these killers should be killed
All these healers should be healed
So all these beggers can be filled

Now tell me why am I to lie
If I'm holding firm and feel the right
to lie down beside this god of mine
And let that perverted though really run through my mind

I'd scrape my toes across the floor
This day's the same as those before
And though inside I'm feeling giddy
Always wrong for never giving myself an uninvaded door

So now I'll take a little glue
I'll put together a new glittered room for you
So I can start sitting so pretty
Instead of sitting here not seein' clear
Just sitting here not fittin' here
No things ain't fittin' here

I'll just lay my head down beside this God of mine
And let that perverted thought burn a hole in my mind
And if I can't lay my head beside this God of mine
Maybe the Hunter's dog called God
Could be a friend in time
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Walk (02:47)
Blind Melon • Soup
Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good
When things behind the smiles ain't ok

Around and over and in-between the seas
I need to be on top of a mountain
Where I can be see everything
Cause this paranoia's getting old

Now as I open my eyes to start another day
I'm in a pile of puke
Empty bag of excuses
My love for friends and family
you know I need them

And under a sun that's seen it all before
My feet are so cold
And I can't believe that I have to bang my
Head against this wall again
But the blows they have just a little more
Space in-between them

Gonna take a breath and try again.
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Dumptruck (03:40)
Blind Melon • Soup
New York City soothing my itchy itchy month of May
Time has passed for Ms. Onassis, decay on display

I don't want to go down
I don't want to go down
I don't want to go down - like she did

And I can't understand why something
good's got to die before we miss it

Mumbled talk through pigeon park
And Hastings is wasting away
religiously they seem to sin
Buy, sell or trade for amens

I just don't want to feel
I just don't want to feel
I just don't want to feel - like they feel

Hollow body for sound, trade a coat for a gown

Way up in my arms you know
I love you just a little bit more

Raisin' nose down to chin
Smoke after smoke they all trickle in
Anything, for anything, and ending up with nothing

Simple pimpled young man
Sores all over his hands
He's sleeping, not so silently

I'll mop the floors for you all
I'm a fly on the wall
Really big and listening

Burned a hand of a friend of mine
And Bub I know that you could fly a mile high
You told me nothing's ever gonna come between
Nothing's ever gonna come between
Nothing's ever gonna come between

My dumptruck and me
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Wilt (02:30)
Blind Melon • Soup
Hair raising shake you're much too late
you should have jumped a couple of cars before
Now if I may I'll walk away
I'm selling Silly Putty door to door
And up on the shelf it seems to help
If I can keep a little bit of disease
As its feeding on me
You see it's bringing me to my knees

As we all wilt
Watching you wilt

Come right away and help me bathe away
the filthy feeling, frigid and cold
Biting my nails to the fairy tales
About the magic monkey's total control

See I got Indian Ken and his fleabag friends
With their buckets full of elephant ears
And he's breathing on me

His breath is bringing me to my knees

As we all wilt
Watching you wilt

Pea green the feeling
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The Duke (03:37)
Blind Melon • Soup
Out here in nothin' engulfed by the sea
And there's no one here 'cept these fishes and me
I think I could die here
Then I'm hit, leveled hard by the rising tide

Oh, I'm hit hard by the tide,
I'm just livid,
All alone

Sunny, so funny, not funny to me because,
I'm bearing the scars from it burning on me
But I feel so revived, just sittin', here thinkin'
Then I'm hit hard, really hard by the tide

I'm hit hard by the tide, I'm just livid
And I'm livin'

Yeah, I'm hit hard by the tide
I'm livid, livid
Hard by the tide I'm livin'
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St. Andrew's Fall (04:12)
Blind Melon • Soup
Big stretch and not much sleep
I got a couple of plam trees on each side of my cheek
And it's a bright blue Saturday
And the rummage sells the rubbish to me

But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'
Over this bed of mine
If I could climb these vines
And maybe see what you're seein'

If you were standing on the corner staring straight
Into the eyes of Jesus Christ

One porch, one dog, one cockroach only way to be
I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots
I don't know if they belong to me
But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'

Over this bed of mine
And if I could climb these vines
and maybe see what you're seein'

Sittin' at the edge of this building,
Twenty stories below,
A' twenty stories below
Twenty stories below
Twenty stories below

I can't tell you how many ways that I've sat,
And viewed my life today, but I can tell you
I don't think that I can find easier way
So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand
With a three armed man, you know I'll understand

But you should have been in my shoes yesterday
You should have been in my shoes yesterday
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Mouthful of Cavities (03:34)
Blind Melon • Soup
Mouthful of cavities
Your souls a bowl of jokes
And everyday you remind me
How I'm desperately in need

See, I got a lot of fiends around
And they're peaking through nothing new
They see you
They see everything you do

See everything on the inside, out

Oh, please give me a little more
And I'll push away those baby blues
Cause one of these days this will die
So will me and so will you

I write a letter to a friend of mine
I tell him how much I used to love watch him smile

See I haven't seen him smile in a little while

Haven't seen him smile in a little while

But, I know you're laughing from the inside out
Laughin' from the inside out
I know you're laughing from the inside out
Laughing from the inside
From the inside
From the inside
From the inside
From the inside out
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