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Recent performance of Winterlong in PhiladelphiaÂ
Pixies |Brick Is Red(Demo)
Track 5
Another example of the cut lyrics from Brick Is Red
Head On single artwork
The Pixies - (Cameo Theater) Miami,Florida 11.12.91 (Complete Show) The Pixies - (live) Cameo Theatre Miami,Florida 11.12.91 (8mm Master) SET LIST Where Is My Mind? Wave Of Mutilation Nimrod's Son The Holiday Song Ana Subbacultcha Mr. Grieves Isla De Encanta Rock Music Distance Equals Rate Times Time Crackity Jones The Sad Punk Tame Velouria The Happening Motorway To Roswell Gouge Away The Navajo Know Monkey Gone To Heaven Is She Weird Bird Dream Of The Olympus Mons Planet Of Sound Head On U-Mass
Pixies |Â Letter to Memphis
Track 8
In my own personal opinion, this is one of the most overlooked songs in the Pixiesâ catalog, despite the fact that from our current perspective it sounds more like a Frank Black song with an extraordinary backup band. Itâs got a strong pop melody, a catchy hook, and is one of the very few seemingly complete songs on Trompe Le Monde. The song itself is about a letter to a girl Francis never wrote and regretted. Itâs partially a take on Chuck Berryâs Memphis, Tennessee
The day since I met her I can't believe it's true She came here from memphis Across the ocean sailing And I saw her and I pleaded Why do you come so far and she said Trying to get to you How I tried to get you Trying to get you I'm sending a letter I'll send it right to you I'll send it to memphis I know that someday Everything I needed and I wanted Used to be that my head was haunted And all these sirens they make me mad And all this violence it brings me down I feel strong I feel lucky Trying to get to you Said I'm going to get to you Trying to get to you
Pixies |Â Ed Is Dead
Track 17: The Purple Tape
Track 4: Come On Pilgrim
Producer Paul Kolderie:
âOnce I asked him (Black Francis) what âEd Is Deadâ was about and I remember him telling me, âOh, itâs about this girl, this weird kinda girl, she was retarded and didnât have any friends and she would ride her bike around with a transistor radio strapped to the handlebars blasting musicâ So thatâs why there are lyrics like âWith music on her bars.â So I said, âokay, I understand that, but what does it have to do with Ed being dead?â and he said, âWell, nothing, I just liked how it sounds.â And that blew my mind. Itâs like, here is this guy thatâs writing these songs and they are really catchy, but it has no meaning really whatsoever. The hook of it is completely unrelated to what starts you off on the journey of the song and at one point theyâre just going âE-I-D!â
Black Francis:
If anything is a big influence on me, itâs David Lynch. Heâs really into presenting something but not explaining it. Itâs just, âThis is an image, this is an idea, isnât it cool?â The way I understand it, thatâs the only way to be surreal. To be not connected with it, except that it came from your brain, somewhere way back hereâ
Her head is in a bitter way Her brain's on fire She's just looking for the perfect wave It's her brain's desire I think of her when I walk the strand On this true hermosa night Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah Ed is dead (x3) Uh-hu Hu Ed is dead She's just riding in stupid bliss With music on her bars Her face burning in the LA sun She got no, got no fear of cars I'll dedicate my strand cruiser to the memory of mm Ed is dead (x3) Uh-hu, Uh-hu Ed is, yeah Ed is Ed is dead Ed is, yeah Ed is Ed is dead Uh-hu, Uh-hu Ed is, Ed Ed is dead Ed, jahjah jahjah Ed is dead E-I-D, E-I-D, E-I-D No no no no nooo
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Since it seems virtually impossible to upload music to tumblr anymore, I hope you find this collection of music even more useful than before.Â
Pixies | Bone Machine
Track 1
The entire reason Steve Albini produced this record was because a warehouse worker suggested to Ivo Watts one day that he should have Albini record a Pixies album due to how good Albiniâs bandsâ records had sounded. They were originally going to record this record at Fort Apache as well, but Ken Goes and Gary Smith (and Kim Deal) got into an argument over payment for The Purple Tape (Smith had paid for the sessions largely at his own expense and was asking for royalties or payment, their manager Ken Goes wasnât into it, Smith told him to go fuck himself), and they moved to Q Division due to a suggestion from Fort Apacheâs engineer Paul Kolderie. They got $10,000 to record the album and Albini took $1,500 with his usual refusal of royalties.
The band began recording in December of â87, and it came out in the March of â88. The only single was Gigantic with a River Euphrates B-side.Â
The album was not available for purchase in the US. It had to be imported from the UK. It charted in the UK and spent 60 weeks on the indie chart, peaking at number 2. It was released in the US in August of 88, and was certified gold 17 years later in 2005. It did not chart. Â
[This is a song to Carol] You were in the Japanese fast food And I dropped off your Japanese lover And you're going to the beach all day You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me You're looking like you got some sun Your blistered lips have got a kiss The kiss of [bitch?] like everyone Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Your bone's got a little machine You're the bone machine I was talking to preachy preach about kissy kiss He bought me a soda, he bought me a soda, he bought me a soda And he tried to molest me in the parking lot Yup yup yup yup I make you gray You make me hard Your Irish skin looks Mexican Our love is rice and beans and horse's lard Your bone's got a little machine You're the bone machine Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh (x4) Your bone's got a little machine
Pixies |Â Tame (Live)
Track 4
Recorded during the Brixton Academy concert.
Got hips like cinderella Must be having a good shame Talking sweet about nothing Cookie I think you're Tame (x4) I'm making good friends with you When you're shaking your good frame Fall on your face in those bad shoes Lying there like you're Tame (x8) Uh huh huh (x24) Tame (x8)
Pixies |Â Head On
Track 1
As soon as I get my head round you I come around catching sparks of you I get a little electric charge from you A second hand living, it just won't do And the way I feel tonight I could die and I wouldn't mind And there's something going on inside Makes you wanna feel Makes you wanna try Makes you blow the stars from the sky And I can't stand up I can't cool down I can't get my head off the ground As soon as I get my head round you I come around catching sparks of you And all I ever got from you Was all I ever took from you And the world could die in pain And I wouldn't feel no shame And there's nothing holding me to blame Makes you wanna feel Makes you wanna try Makes you blow the stars from the sky And I'm taking myself to the dirty part of town Where all my troubles can be found I said yeah, yeah, yeah I'm taking myself to the dirty part of town Where all my troubles can be found Makes you wanna feel Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky
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Pixies | Cactus
Track 8
Sitting here, wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had just something you wore I'd put it on when I go lonely Will you take off your dress and send it to me? I miss your kissing and I miss your head And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead Run outside in the desert heat Make your dress all wet and send it to me I miss your soup and I miss your bread And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead So spill your breakfast and drip your wine Just wear that dress when you dine Sitting here, wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had just something you wore Bloody your hands on a cactus tree Wipe it on your dress and send it to me Sitting here, wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had just something you wore
The Breeders |Â Cannonball
Track 2
Perhaps the only solo pixies song to achieve massive mainstream popularity, it was a smash hit.Â
Check check check One two Spitting in a wishing well Blown to hell crash Iâm the last splash I know you little libertine I know youâre a real coocoo Want you coocoo cannonball Want you coocoo cannonball Hey now in the shade, in the shade Hey now in the shade, in the shade I know you little libertine I know youâre a cannonball Iâll be your whatever you want The bong in this reggae song Hey now in the shade Hey now in the shade Want you coocoo cannonball Want you coocoo cannonball Spitting in a wishing well Blown to hell crash Iâm the last splash Iâll be your whatever you want The bong in this reggae song Want you coocoo cannonball Want you coocoo cannonball Hey now in the shade, in the shade Hey now in the shade, in the shade
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Pixies |Brick Is Red(Demo)
Track 5
Another example of the cut lyrics from Brick Is Red