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I've been living in fear for years But I know I would die in their faces, so When I'm making up my bed But my washing is erasing all the traces, so When you're in the shower When you're all alone Is this really all that life's all about? All these lies are quite the same: But the addict is engrained in the concious soul, |
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Liner Notes: I have a theory that people don't really pay as much attention to the lyrics of the music they listen to as they should. When people listen to Greenday's "Geek Stink Breath" do they realize it is a song about a side-effect of the use of speed? Are all the people who like Depeche Mode's "Master and Servant" into bondage? Dare I mention the Village People? With that in mind, I thought it would be amusing to write a song with a lot of innuendo, but I wanted to avoid the whole testosterone-laden wet-dream kind of thing that, say, Aerosmith might do. With this song I was going for something more like Morrissy meets the Violent Femmes. I wanted to make a catchy song which people would hum to themselves and then suddenly say "What the hell am I saying!" Normally I use a lot of distortion and effects on the guitar in my songs, but I thought this one sounded better without it. I kept the backing fairly simple in this version of the song, but be sure to check out the other two versions of the song: The "Post-Industrial" version is a much slower, freaked-out new-wave version, while the other version is a "live" unplugged version. Other versions: Live at the Faux Post-Industrial |
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