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Drive boy dog boy Dirty numb angel boy In the doorway boy She was a lipstick boy She was a beautiful boy And tears boy And all in your innerspace boy You had hands girl boy and steel boy You had chemicals boy I've grown so close to you Boy and you just groan boy She said comeover comeover She smiled at you boy. Drive boy dog boy Dirty numb angel boy In the doorway boy She was a lipstick boy She was a beautiful boy And tears boy And all in your innerspace boy You had hands girl boy and steel boy You had chemicals boy I've grown so close to you Boy and you just groan boy She said comeover comeover She smiled at you boy. Let your feelings slip boy But never your mask boy Random blonde bio high density rhythm Blonde boy blonde country blonde high density You are my drug boy You're real boy Speak to me and boy dog Dirty numb cracking boy You get wet boy Big big time boy Acid bear boy Babes and babes and babes and babes and babes And remembering nothing boy You like my tin horn boy and get Wet like an angel Derail You got a velvet mouth You're so succulent and beautiful Shimmering and dirty Wonderful and hot times On your telephone line And god and everything On your telephone And in walk an angel And look at me your mom Squatting pissed in a tube- hole at Tottenham Court Road I just come out of the ship Talking to the most Blonde I ever met Shouting Lager lager lager lager Shouting Lager lager lager lager Shouting... Lager lager lager Shouting Mega mega white thing Mega mega white thing Mega mega white thing Mega mega Shouting lager lager lager lager Mega mega white thing Mega mega white thing So many things to see and do In the tube hole true Blonde going back to Romford Mega mega mega going back to Romford Hi mom are you having fun And now are you on your way To a new tension headache Explain ? |
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it's about wesley snipes. |
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why would you consider underworld deep? |
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my interpretation: not settling into any clique or social circle. i suspect it probably hits home with a lot of people on the internet, or indeed this message board. or perhaps it's just rhyming semantics fitting into the music. |
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It's like cubist poetry, or something. Karl Hyde mentioned his influences in several interviews... and some of it might have to do with Underworld's affiliated advertising company, Tomato :) |
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I like those lyrics... |
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no way, it's much more than that! |
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Let your feelings slip boy But never your mask boy This line is especially great in a "Club" context |
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the song is about a transexual man who is a lipstic lesbian |
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No, I suspect it to be about teenagae sexualit, male posturing and someones first night at a techno club.....or whatever |
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I like these lyrics and I have no idea why. |
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Is it "young, drug adicted, drug affected, cross-dressing, male prostitute, good at giving blow-jobs, gets gang-raped by pack of drunken men" ? |
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no wonder he likes it |
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nah, take 'dog' and 'boy' out of it and it's pretty straightforward soppy nonsense. 'dog' and 'boy' are an after thought trying to be 'weird' in my beautiful opinion |
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lets face it, techno & lyrics really don't go together. karl hyde is the paul rutherford of the frankie goes to hollywood that is underworld. |
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Jivver, I had already dismissed dog and boy....... ;) if you include them it becomes... "young, drug adicted, drug affected, cross-dressing, male prostitute, INTO FUCKING DOGS AND BOYS, good at giving blow-jobs, gets gang-raped by pack of drunken men" j/k........ but only just |
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hee hee! |
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I couldn't agree more |
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Of course it's nonsense. But it works for me. |
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I remember hearing from somewhere its about himself, when getting all contemplative after a night ov drinking in Soho. |
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you have to switch your logical sense off and "feel" it instead, it's more about impressions, feelings, ambiance, pictures given by the lyrics. (pictures like a skater boy with his girlfriend watching him ride, in a sunny day on a construction field with white plaster tubes) |
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of course everyone can get different pictures, by focalizing on different parts of the lyrics, associating them with different stuff you have in your head, it all makes it more interesting and stimulates more your imagination than "sensificated" lyrics (too tired to find the right word, it's 4am anyway, good night! =) ) |
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...stimulates more your imagination than lyrics that make clear sense, without ambiguity etc, i meant. |
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True, karl is a philosopher and a half in the playground of shite. |
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good song |
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i suspect i already know what freud, satre & dostoyevsky would say about carl hyde... probably the same as me... you fucking gobshite! |
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It's easy to get a Kant Generator. ^_^ Yeah, I really like this song too. I may not know what it means but wow is it catchy. |
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i used to think the mega mega white bit was nigger nigger whiteboy nigger nigger whiteboy |
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the original, no lyrics version of born slippy is so much better, and different too, shame practically no one has heard it |
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it's true, the lyrics probably don't have a deep meaning... and it's true that techno is better without lyrics... but therein lies the connection... Underworlds lyrics are really just for mood... they're like another instrument... you don't focus on the meaning, but the sound! |
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Yeah, like how some people *cough* Enigmareturntoinnocenceyay *cough* sample exotic chants without knowing what they're saying... they could be advising the listener to eat lots of bran and have a good bowel movement, for all we know. :P |
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Which is just as well because up until now I never understood a word he was saying other than the infamous lager lager bit. |
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so many things to see and do and the two hold true not: "in the tube hole true" uzim is right about these lyrics, its like free association, the words mount up and evoke a picture they don't explicitly or specifically refer to something. Though I am sure I read that they were inspired by personal experience. I.m.o. they are excellent lyrics that compliment the music and the two hold true |
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All their lyrics are kind of mysterious like that. Pearl's Girl and Moaner also have them. |
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crap track |
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i bet it sound good in ibiza though! |
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it means 'monoid kill yourself. now.' |
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i thought they said it was about drinking beer and being an alcoholic |
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Karl used to be an alcoholic; he used to write all the lyrics while fucked up on loads of booze. |
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it's about a relationship. and drinking after getting dumped. |
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underworld rulz0rz |
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hahaha frankie goes to hollywood.. spot on 'august. i never liked this song.. or the lyrics. they're shite. oh, and i'm not one of those people that insists on meaningful lyrics in music, either. that's not why i dislike the track. as far as i'm concerned, vocals are just another layer of the music. whether they say something witty, evocative or not is not the focal point. lets face it, there aren't that many gifted poets/lyricists out there. most of them just string a few interesting cliches together & tag them to a melody or mode of delivery.. if it sounds good, it is good.. if they do happen to be saying something really powerful - well then that's just a special bonus. in the case of underworld, however, carl is saying nothing in a way that (to me) most definitely doesn't sound good. even underworld themselves said that it was a piss-take track they did as an afterthought one late night in the studio. they didn't think much of it until it blew up. |
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I thought the funny thing about this song is that all the piss-head yobs took this song to heart because of the lager! lager! lyrics, but it's more about the shitiness of being pissed, as experience by Karl when he liked a drink. Most of the lyrics he writes are stitched together from lines and words he scribbles down whenever he thinks of something. Most of the time they don't mean much, but they sound good. |
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Sounds like too much acid. |
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Underworld have far better lyrics in a similar vein: ...dead alive... ...auto... ...dental mint drug... sweet in winter sweet in the rain shake well before use she said, "you never touch me anymore this way" connector-in receiver-out you let me in through the backdoor ...loosen up... ...it's like i'm vomiting... ...all night dancing... ...let him start... ...drip... ride the sainted rythms on the midnight train to romford ride the sainted rythms sweet in winter sweet in the rain shake well before use she said, "you never touch me anymore this way" (oh no) connector... (you're a) connector... i'm so dirty and the light it blinds my eyes you're oh so dirty and the light it blinds my eyes here comes christ on crutches ...ten cents to boot... ...check him undercover... ...huh? who else- "call me wet trampoline," she said today but i was too busy with my head shake well before use she said, "but you never touch me anymore" i was busy listening for phonesex coming through the back door in her skin tight trunks and we all went mental and dancing ...ah yes, did you get in... ...tell the others did you get in... ...look in the dirty erotic fantasy... ...huh... ...hey... ...big thoughts... i get my kicks on channel six... to the off-peak electricity and the light blinds my eyes and i feel dirty hey-ohhhoooooo-ohhh and the light blinds my eyes and i feel so shaken in my faith here comes christ on crutches and here comes another god (here comes another god) like a buffalo thunder with a smell of sugar and a velvet tongue and designer voodoo but i got phonesex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s freeze dried in my new religion and my teeth stuffed back in my head i get my kicks on channel six... i get my kicks on channel six the light it blinds my eyes and i feel so dirty (i feel so dirty) and so |
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