:::: 1989 - Bleach
	01 - Blew 02 - Floyd The Barber 03 - About A Girl 04 - School 05 - Love Buzz 06 - Paper Cuts 07 - Negative Creep 08 - Scoff 09 - Swap Meet 10 - Mr. Moustache 11 - Sifting 12 - Big Cheese 13 - Downer :::: подробнее: о сингле "Love Buzz" (1988) о EP "Blew" (1989) о альбоме "Bleach" (1989) о юбилейном релизе "Bleach (Deluxe Edition)" (2009)

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:::: Blew
If you wouldn't mind I would like it blew If you wouldn't mind I would like to lose If you wouldn't care I would like to leave If you wouldn't mind I would like to breathe Is there another reason for your stain Could you believe who we knew stress or strain? Here is another word that rhymes with shame You could do anything

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:::: Floyd the Barber

Bell on door clanks, come on in Floyd observes my hairy chin Sit down chair don't be afraid Steamed hot towel on my face I was shaved, I was shaved, I was shaved Barney ties me to the chair I can't see, I'm really scared Floyd breathes hard, I hear a zip Peepee pressed against my lips I was shaved, I was shaved, I was shaved I sense others in the room Opie, Aunt Bea, I presume They take turns and cut me up I died smothered in Andy's butt I was shaved, I was shaved, I was shaved

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:::: About a Girl

I need an easy friend I doooo... with an ear to lend I doooo... think you fit this shoe I doooo... won't you have a clue I'll take advantage while You hang me out to dry But I can't see you every night Free I'm standing in your line I doooo... hope you have the time I doooo... pick a number too I doooo... keep a date with you I'll take advantage while You hang me out to dry But I can't see you every night Free

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:::: School
Won't you believe it, it's just my luck (x3) No recess (x3) Won't you believe it, it's just my luck (x3) No recess (x3) You're in high school again (x8) No recess (x3) No recess (x4)

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:::: Love Buzz
Would you believe me when I tell you You are the queen of my heart Please don't deceive me when I hurt you Just ain't the way it seems Can you feel my love buzz? (x4) Would you believe me when I tell you You are the queen of my heart Please don't deceive me when I hurt you Just ain't the way it seems Can you feel my love buzz? (x4)

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:::: Paper Cuts

At my feeding time She'd push food thru the door I crawl towards the cracks of light Sometimes I can't find my way Newspapers spread around Soaking all that they can A cleaning is due again A good hosing down The lady whom I feel maternal love for Can not look me in the eyes But I see hers and they are blueы And they cock and twitch and masturbate Why? I said so. (x3) Nirvana (x6) Black windows of paint I scratch with my nails I see others just like me Why do they not try to escape? They bring out the older ones They point at my way They come with their flashing lights And take my family away And very later I have learned to Accept some friends of ridicule My whole existance is for your amusement And that is why I'm here with you To take Me with Your life Nirvana (x8)

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:::: Negative Creep

This is out of our range (x3) grown This is getting to be (x3) drone I'm a negative creep (x3) and I'm stoned I'm a negative creep (x3) Alone Whhhhoo Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more (x6) This is out of our range (x3) and it's grown This is getting to be (x3) uncontrolled I'm a negative creep (x3) and I'm stoned I'm a negative creep (x3) and iiiiiiii Arrrgggggg Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more (x6) Yeah! Drone! Stoned! Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more (x15)

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:::: Scoff

In my eyes, I'm not lazy In my face, It's not over In your room, I'm not older In your eyes, I'm not worth it Gimme back my alcohol (x6) Gimme back my, Gimme back my, Gimme back... Give me your (x6) Love In my eyes, I'm not lazy In my face, It's not over In your room, I'm not older In your eyes, I'm not worth it Gimme back my alcohol (x6) Gimme back my, Gimme back my, Gimme back... Give me your (x6) Love In my eyes, I'm not lazy In my face, It's not over In your room, I'm not older In your eyes, I'm not worth it Gimme back my alcohol (x6) Gimme back my, Gimme back my, Gimme back... Give me your (x6) Love

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:::: Swap Meet

They need a lifestyle that is comfortable They travel far to keep their stomachs full They make a living off of arts and crafts The kind with seashells, driftwood, and burlap They make a deal when they come to town The Sunday swap meet is a battle ground She loves him more than he will ever know He loves her more than he will ever show Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart Keeps her photographs close to her heart Keeps the bitterness close to the heart They need a lifestyle that is comfortable They travel far to keep their stomachs full They make a living off of arts and crafts The kind with seashells, driftwood, and burlap They make a deal when they come to town The Sunday swap meet is a battle ground She loves him more than he will ever know He loves her more than he will ever show Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart Keeps her photographs close to his heart Keeps the bitterness close to the heart They need a lifestyle that is comfortable They travel far to keep their stomachs full They make a living off of arts and crafts The kind with seashells, driftwood, and burlap They make a deal when they come to town The Sunday swap meet is a battle ground She loves him more than she will ever know He loves her more than he will ever show Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart Keeps her photographs close to her heart Keeps the bitterness close to the heart

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:::: Mr. Moustache

Fill me in on your new vision Wake me up with indecision Help me trust your mighty wisdom Yes I eat cow I am not proud Show me how you question, question Lead the way to my temptations Take my hand and give it cleaning As I eat cow I am not proud Easy as an easy-chair Poop as hard as rock I don't like you anyway Sealed in a box I'm new Damn you Fill me in on your new vision Wake me up with indecision Help me trust your mighty wisdom Yes I eat cow I am not proud Show me how you question, question Lead the way to my temptations Take my hand and give it cleaning Yes I eat cow I am not proud Easy as an easy-chair Poop as hard as rock I don't like you anyway Silly little fucks I'm new I'm who? (x2) I'm you

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:::: Sifting

Afraid, to grade Wouldn't it be fun? Cross, self-loss (Cross, says floss?) Wouldn't it be fun? Wet, your bed Wouldn't it be fun? Some, fear none Wouldn't it be fun? Your eyes... Teacher said (x3) Preacher said Don't have nothing for you (x7) Spell, the smell Wouldn't it be fun? Search, for a church Wouldn't it be fun? Wet, your bed Wouldn't it be fun? Cold, and coals Wouldn't it be fun? Your eyes... Teacher said (x2) Your eyes... Preacher said Preacher said Don't have nothing for you (x7) Don't have nothing for you (x9)

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:::: Big Cheese

Big cheese, make me Mine says, 'go to the office' Big cheese, make me Mine says, 'what'd I say?' Black is black, straight back Need more enemies Show you all what a man is Big lies, make my Mine says, 'go to the office' Big cheese, make me Mine says, 'what'd I say?' Black is black, straight back Need more enemies She is glue, how are you? Big cheese, make me Mine says, 'go to the office' Big cheese, make me Mine says, 'what the hell' Black is black, straight back Need more enemies She is glue, how are you? Black is black, straight back Need more enemies Show you all what a man is She is glue, how are you? Need more enemies Show you all what a man is Ohhhhh, nice

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:::: Downer

Portray sincerity, act out of loyalty Defend your free country, wish away pain Hand out lobotomies to saved little families Surrealistic fantasy bland boring plain Holy now is restitution Living out your date of fusion Is our whole fleece shun in bastard Don't feel guilty, master writing * Somebody said that they're not much like I am I know I can Make enough of the words You go along and sing a song" Sickening pessimist hypocrite master Conservative communist apocalyptic bastard Thank you dear god for putting me on this earth I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst Holy now is restitution Living out your date of fusion Is our whole fleece shun in bastard [sung wrong] Don't feel guilty, master writing * Somebody said that they're not much like I am I know I can Make enough of the words You go along and sing a song