1993년 런던 잉글랜드에서 결성된 4인조 인디 록 밴드 라이카의 2집 음반. 그들이 발표했던 4장의 디스코그라피 중 단연 넘버원으로 손꼽히는 앨범으로 그 음악적 완성도가 가히 정점을 찍고 있다. 실험적 노이즈, 드림 팝, 앰비언트 등의 장르들이 한데 섞이며 전혀 다른 차원계의 음악 세상으로 듣는 이들을 인도해준다. 이는 바로 라이카가 일레트로니카의 방법론을 통한 포스트 록의 일원으로 분류되는 결정적인 까닭이며 'Breather'를 비롯해 'Almost Sleeping', 'Dirty Feet + Giggles' 등의 곡들을 통해 라이카의 비범한 음악 제조 능력을 잘 파악할 수 있다. .... ....
I'm not talking anymore All the skins of the words Fell off in my hands If I told you and showed you You'd laugh
I'm not trying anymore All my good intentions Fell out of my hands If I told you and showed you You'd laugh
You're always right when I'm lonely I can fake it so long only Lose track of days Whiling away I don't have strength to get away Lose track of days Whiling away I don't have strength To get away
I thought it Would be so easy That I didn't need to worry I'm safe inside your hands Why'd I listen why'd I fall for that
You're always right when I'm lonely I can take it so long only You're always right when I'm lonely I can take it so long only
I'm not talking anymore All the skins of the words Fell of in my hands If I told you and showed you You'd laugh
I'll stay all night when I'm lonely I can fake it so long only You're always right when I'm lonely I can take it so long only
Lose track of days Whiling away I don't have strength To get away
Lose track of days Whiling away I don't have strength To get away
It's gonna Swallow me whole The ground'll open up And in I'll fall Down down down
Mama set me up with a fine young thing And he was gonna buy me everything But he grabbed the hook And took out for deep water And pretty soon that fish He pulled me in
It's gonna Follow me home Somewhere in the shadows there's a place for me In the cold cold ground
Trouble's right behind me There's hard times ahead The devil's got his hammer He's poundin' on my bed Lost most my money I'm on my last hand I'm knockin' at hell's door with no weapon and no plan Feelin' kinda timid like an egg without a shell But if I've been just bluffing I ain't gonna tell
It's gonna Swallow me whole The ground'll open up And in I'll fall
Papa set me up With a sharp-eyed boy And I was gonna have him For my toy But he stole my heart And took out for deep water And pretty soon that shark He pulled me in
Sky's full of lightening The wind's spitting sand Sun burning oh so hot it gave the earth a tan The fish have all stopped jumping The bedbugs are asleep I'll lay myself beside you and pray my soul to keep I wish I had a needle As fine as I could sew I'd stitch my baby to my side and down the road we'd go
My shovel struck sorrow And the tears came running down My shovel struck sorrow And the tears came running down My shovel struck sorrow And the tears came running down My shovel struck sorrow And the tears came running down
Little fishes in the brook Papa catch them with a hook Brother clean it like a man Mama fry it in the pan
I'm a poor gal long way from home 'fore I get to heaven got a way to roam And when I get there gonna take off my shoes Got nothin' now & nothin' to lose All day long you heard me moan You can tell my friends when I am gone A dollar for some bacon a nickel for the lard I'd like to buy some more but times are hard
You work me late, you work me soon Sometimes you work me by the light of the moon You work me late, you work me soon Sometimes you work me by the light of the moon
Going to see my long haired babe Got her a dress on the last pay day Gonna treat her nice gonna treat her fine Gonna take her home on the railroad line Gonna treat her nice gonna treat her fine Take her home on the railroad line
You work me late, you work me soon Sometimes you work me by the light of the moon You work me late, you work me soon Sometimes you work me by the light of the moon
shut off and curl up if it hurts push harder shut off and curl up if it hurts push harder
the best view from this window still looks like hell and the fists they fall like rain I know it just a little too well angel I've been beaten angel I'm a whore I'm just a little bit older just a little less more and more
shut off and curl up if it hurts push harder shut off and curl up if it hurts push harder
it's too long that I've stayed here too long that I've tried angel I'm so naked I can't look you in the eye oh angel I'm exhausted I think I'm a lie I don't know how I got here I just can't figure out why
shut off and curl up if it hurts push harder shut off and curl up if it hurts push harder
in twenty-five years I'm silver and in fifty gold angel I just can't imagine what it's like to grow old
angel there's no time left won't you give me strength to meet you in a different life to see you when this ends
shut off and curl up if it hurts push harder shut off and curl up if it hurts push harder
the best view from this window still looks like hell and the fists they fall like rain I know it just a little too well angel I've been beaten angel I'm a whore I'm just a little bit older just a little less more and more
i'm sitting here alone i'm pitching a tent like a camper's home all i've got tonight, are dirty feet and giggles and Rover, and this jar of Jif and i grab a butter knife to end my virginal strife i've tried hard hard HARD to get between you and him but in the end of you, i begin i take a deep breath that is dreamy and smear on some extra creamy and i call the canine over to try out my new lollipop boner when senor skippy is in town all i think about is my dog going down and this is why i used vaginal cream that time when i tried out for swim team i had to shave my legs and my balls but no knowledge of the bathroom, i did it in the hall i shit myself at the family reunion and that time i first received my holy communion the moon is rising and these extra two inches tonight are surprising and i and you and ro-o-over too can't believe what your new crush just did to my shoe there is feces all inside and it's covering the fresh leather hide do you remember what tonight is the night Elvis dies while taking a piss and it was on the television and my sperm is now spraying like nuclear fission and now i need Kleenex Cottonelle cuase this sticky feeling is comparable with hell and i'm sick of low fat lays and they more i hate it, the more my gizz sprays and now windex is required for now my ejaculate has retired to window overlooking the tree house and i must clean it up as quiet as a mouse but alas i make an utterance it is my mom, a goddamn stutterance she has caught me, red handed tissue on dick with that creamy Jif all over my stick and it's not even a maternal figure it's you and you're dressed like a wigger I hate fat Albert Jeans can someone HOLLA for me if they know what I mean Alas, i recover my .38 it is the only way to go out after you masturbate. BA BLAM