Guided By Voices - Alien Lanes (2002) by Guided By Voices (보컬) on maniadb.com

(R. Pollard-Sprout)

Disarm the settlers
The new drunk drivers
Have hoisted the flag
We are with you in your anger
Proud brothers
Do not fret
The bus will get you there yet
To carry us to the lake
The club is open
Yeah, The club is open
Hey, the club is open
A-come on, come on, the club is open
C'mon, c'mon, the club is open
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, the club is open...

(R. Pollard)

I am breathing, yet I feel no sky
Things without wings have begun to fly
Unhitched trailers---I see trailers trail
From the well i pull an empty pail
Little man bleeding, little heart beating so
Evil speaker blow my circuits---oh no
Brothers, sisters---all transistors, you know
Father logic sometimes gets cosmic, you know

Watch me jumpstart as the old skin is peeled
See an opening and bust into the field
Hidden longings no longer concealed

Watch me bulldoze every bulldozer away
Each new obstacle from each old new day
Where it's going it's hard for me to say

And shoot me down
And bring me down
But I won't be around
As you run from the places you love
I remember the faces that cry
And they're pulling me back so I have to die

And watch me jumpstart at the first light of day
Each new sensation just blows me away
Don't look now, don't look now, I'm a phase

Straight from ground zero, X marks the spot
I can't pretend to be something I'm not
'Cause I'm supernova, erect and white hot

And shoot me down
And bring me down
But I won't be around
As you run from the places you love
I remember the faces that cry
And they're holding me back so I have to die

And watch me jumpstart I'm Maximum Jack
Shot through the cosmos like an alien attack
Film finished, fade into black

I've waited too long to have you
Hide in the back of me
I've cheated so long I wonder
How you keep track of me

You could never be strong
You can only be free
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me

I've entered the game of pricks
With knives in the back of me
Can't call you or on you no more
When they're attacking me

I'll climb up on the house
Weep to water the trees
And when you come calling me down
I'll put on my disease

You could never be strong
You can only be free
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me

(R. Pollard)

I resign myself to the resource
That is unless I can't go out
Should I concede?
Sell yourself to the man
Feel my good hand
And she flees pell-mell
So sick to have been

(Sprout)

Many years we spent unpressured
That we knew so swell
Love in times of simple pleasures
Only time would tell
Oh, this is not to say
We are not the way we used to be
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We were not so fond of reason
Everyone could tell
Even times we'd start to stumble
But never ever fell
Oh, this is not to say
We were not the worst we've ever been
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fools and kings decide
Ways to live your life
This is just the way we want to be

(GbV)

Shoot up on the fast lane
She falls like a concrete robot
She's a boy
Billy-I
Billy-L
Billy-L
Billy-Y
Billy-I Billy-L Billy-L Billy-Y

(R. Pollard)

Sometimes I get the feeling
That you don't want me around
But just when you are waking
Just as the snakes are flaking
Sometimes I get the feeling
That you don't want me around
Sometimes I get the feeling
That you don't want me around

(R. Pollard-J. Pollard-Demos)

Introducing the amazing rockethead
You know what the deal is dude
Excuse me Napoleon
But I gotta know
Why I gotta stand
In a hallway
In a highway
Where nothing goes my way
Well I'm going out
Well I'm going in
To the Big Chief's place
Gonna slap his factory down

(R. Pollard)

Chain smoke rings like a vapor snake kiss
She says she don't know why
The closer you are the quicker it hits you
Closer you are the quicker it hits you
Now you can see the boys dreaming, scheming. . .

You play the heavy
It's a real slick movie move
"Stoned at the Alamo" tonight
The closer you are the quicker it hits you
Try to be nice and look what it gets you
Now you can see the boys dreaming, scheming. . .

I get up at seven o'clock
And drive myself up to the Lookout Rock
The closer you are the quicker it hits you
The closer you are the quicker it hits you
Now you can see the boys dreaming, scheming. . .
The closer you are the quicker it hits you
The closer you are the quicker it hits you...

(R. Pollard-Sprout)

Post-punk X-Man parked his fork-lift
Like a billion stars flickering from the grinder's wheel
Lower hybrid clad in metal
In subgroup tools
Excused from schools
To fathom hell
See you now
Echo and his brother (Echo and his brother)
Fish and Peter the Pig
Will meet where it's big
Auditorium
Auditorium
Auditorium
Auditorium

When you motor away beyond the once-red lips
When you free yourself from the chance of a lifetime
You can be anyone they told you to
You can belittle every little voice that told you so
And then the time will come when you add up the numbers
And then the time will come when you motor away
Oh, why don't you just drive away?

When you motor away down the icy streets
You can't lie to yourself that it's the chance of a lifetime
You can be anyone they told you to
You can belittle every little voice that told you so
And the time will come when you add up the numbers
And then the time will come when you motor away
Oh, why don't you just drive away?

Come on
Speed on

(R. Pollard)

This is called "the coming of age"
Coming into town with the giggling faggots
Starting blizzards and other weird weather patterns
We participate in the shit
Now that's a hit
Now that's a hit!

I want to start a new life
With my valuable hunting knife
She will shine like a new girl
And I want to shout out our love to the world, hit it

Everything I think about I think about
Everything I talk about I talk about with you
But you don't know what I go through
You don't know

Days, they will turn into nights
But my valuable hunting knife
It will not rust through the tears
And it will not lose its appeal over years, come on

Everything I think about I think about
Everything I talk about I talk about with you
But you don't know what I go through
You don't know

I'll never know
I'll never know
And then I will run
And then I will. . .
And then I will hide
And then I will. . .
And then I will run
And then I will. . .
And then I will hide

I'll never know
I'll never know

(R. Pollard)

Send in the striped white jets
In through stained glass ceilings, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh
Color them white or red

Don't let anyone find out
Or expose your feelings, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh
Cover your head instead

And penetrate this dark heart
And as the wound is healing, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh
Crawl to the other side

Where things are new in brilliant blue
And striped white jets come speeding through, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh

And we must not forget
The sudden pain of birth and greed
And what's expected of this superbreed

And those who dream to touch the sun
And those who run
Who always run

Perfect striped white jets
In their hangars bleeding, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh
Cover them all in black

(R. Pollard-Sprout)

She's slender
Oh, she's cream
She's face
I took her from place to place
I moved her from room to room
I exploited her
Became the groom
So I write music for soundtracks now
I write music for soundtracks now
(That's what I wanted to do anyhow)

I took her from place to place
I took her from room to room
So I know, yeah...

We've been burned out
Concerned out
Discerned out
We've been sought out
'Cause we can't believe our eyes
We are the willing supporters
And we'd like to know
Why everything is so unkind

We've been sent in
Defending the one thing
Cause it's our duty
We've got to find out why
We are the willing supporters
And we'd like to know
Why everything is so unkind
We really should be fine, yeah

(R. Pollard)

Chicken blows
I suppose we could have a girl or a boy
And I see what you mean
I'm not here to drink all the beer
In the fridge (oh, la la la)
In the room (oh)
In the house
In the place (oh, la la la)
That we both (oh)
So love
Can you sink to the depths (lots of "oh"ing)
I don't know
I don't even care
And our lives slip away
In the end we will probably reach
All the way (oh, la la la)
To the walls (oh)
over there
Have you flown? (oh, la la la)
Our courage (oh)
Is only a taste
And I'll get paid (ooh, ooh)
If you'll get laid (ooh, ooh)
It's our parade (ooh, ooh)

(Sprout)
(the lyrics of most of this song are really incorrect, but I have no clue
what he's saying)

Hey, little girl would you say that you know that
It's so hard to believe that it's so sad
And I know you're believing in something
But it's just so hard to believe in a nomad
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care, I don't care

Hey little girl would you stop and just lay back
It's so hard to believe that you're so sad
And I know we just keep talking about it
In a swirl bunch of nothing turned inside out
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care, I don't care

Hey little whirl I reach for you and you jump back
It's so hard to believe that you're so sad
I know that we've talked all around it
A little whirl we can do something about it
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care, I don't care

Decide now!
Decide now before you continue
The list is complete without your permission
I finally know how, I finally can't quit
And ancient ideas are on fire, my love

Completely the rope has been severed
The night screams for contact and clue
I must keep a journal
I must boast a victory
And the hellfire is dying around you, my love
Around you, my love X12

(R. Pollard)

Full head of nothing
Fail to see the difference
Fail to feel the mercy
Off to join the flagstaff
Always crush me
Picture my amazement
When it doesn't always pain me
And I will reproduce faster

Commitment trailblazer
Your trail is quite a puzzle
And you are such a daredevil
And you are such a collector
Always crush me
Picture my amazement
When it doesn't always pain me
And I will reproduce faster

(R. Pollard)

Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright

for our lives to be once again
like it once was
in the ice age, in a kingdom long ago;
without songs, without hope, without meaning,
and therefore
always having the same effect
without ever knowing why