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Deftones: "Around The Fur" – 1997

энциклопедия: Deftones

Состав группы:

  • Stephen Carpenter – гитара
  • Chi Cheng – бас, бэк-вокал
  • Abe Cunningham – ударные
  • Chino Moreno – вокал

Приглашённые музыканты:

  • Max Cavalera – вокал, гитара
  • Annalynn Cunningham – вокал

Deftones: "Around The Fur" – 1997

Композиции:

  1. My Own Summer (Shove It)
  2. Lhabia
  3. Mascara
  4. Around The Fur
  5. Rickets
  6. Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away)
  7. Lotion
  8. Dai The Flu
  9. Headup
  10. MX

Лирика

1. My Own Summer (Shove It)

Hey you, big star
Tell me when it's over (cloud)

Hey you, big mood
Guide me to shelter
'Cause I'm through when the two
Hits the six and it's summer (cloud)

Come (shove it, shove it, shove it)
Shove (shove it, shove it, shove it)
The sun (shove it, shove it, shove it)
Aside (shove it aside)

I think God is moving it's tongue
There's no crowds in the street and no sun
In my own summer

The shade is a tool
A device, a savior
See, I try and look up
To the sky but my eyes burn (cloud)

Come (shove it, shove it, shove it)
Shove (shove it, shove it, shove it)
The sun (shove it, shove it, shove it)
Aside (shove it aside)

Come (shove it, shove it, shove it)
Shove (shove it, shove it, shove it)
The sun (shove it, shove it, shove it)
Aside (shove it aside)

I think God is moving it's tongue
There's no crowd in the street and no sun
In my own summer

Come (shove it, shove it, shove it)
Shove (shove it, shove it, shove it)
The sun (shove it, shove it, shove it)
Aside (shove it aside)

2. Lhabia

Somewhere outside there are tricks and evil
Holler downstairs while I drive

I want to watch you buttercup
Comming through the fog

Dying of bordem, I'll try it all

Sixteen olive
Skin bound by a voice

I dont want to go
But I want it well
At least you fucking care

Dying of bordem, I'll try it all

I'll be faint like a crook
It looks and feels great
But look at what it's doing to you
But thats ok, look how it feels

3. Mascara

I feel soon
I will sink
Into you
What do you think

'Cause there's still blood
In your hair
Got the bruise
Of the year

But there's something about her
Long shady eyes
I'm all about her
Shade tonight

I hate
Your tattoos
You have weak wrists
But I'll keep you

'Cause there's something about her
Long shady eyes
I'm all about her
Shade tonight

Well, it's too bad
It's too bad
It's too bad
You're married
To me

4. Around The Fur

Hey vanity, this vile's empty
So are you
Hey glamorous, this vile's not God
Anymore, yeah

Speak, I don't get it
Should I ignore the fashion or go by the book
I don't want it
I just want your eyes fixated on me
Coming back, oh
Coming back around the fur

Prostitute, climb back down
Through the floor
Please don't fuck around and die like this
'Cause I love her

Speak, I don't get it
Should I ignore the fashion or go by the book
I don't want it
I just want your eyes fixated on me
Coming back, oh
Coming back around the fur

Speak, oh, that's so sad you're back
I don't wanna get pissed off but anyway
Come on, came so far
I'm here to stay, just one more vagabond
Speak, you're a liar
You're lying, I don't care about
Wrong, wrong, wrong

5. Rickets

It's so simple to look at every little thing I do wrong
It's so simple to overlook every little thing I do right, right?

I think too much
I feed too much
I'm gone too much
I skate too much
I snore too much
I'm blowin' too much
I ate too much
I'm way too much too stuck up

You're probably right
This time but I don't want to listen
You're probably right
This time but I don't even care

I dream too much
I think too much
I step too much
Those things too much
I am too much
I'm pissed too much
I need too much
I'm not one to trust

You're probably right
This time but I don't want to listen
You're probably right
This time but I don't even care
And if it was mine to say
I wouldn't say it
And if it was mine to say
I wouldn't speak

I'm blowin' too much
I think too much
I eat too much
My face too much
I feed too much
I piss too much
I sleep too much
I snap too often

You're probably right
This time but I don't want to listen
You're probably right
This time but I don't even care
And if it was mine to say
I wouldn't say it
And if it was mine to say
I wouldn't speak

6. Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away)

This town
Don't feel mine
I'm fast to
Get away

Far

I dressed you
In her clothes
So drive me
Far

Away
Away
Away

It feels good
To know you're all mine
Now drive me
Far

Away
Away
Away

Far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care

Far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care

Far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away

Far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away, away

Far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care, just real far
Away
I don't care, so real far
Away, away
I don't care, so, please, far
Away

7. Lotion

I meant to come back to put out bliss
But the style's crumbling, covered, canned
It was sick and no, you don't even know how it comes and shifts
Then gets ruined by you fucking slobs

It's classical
Anyway

I can't help it, it makes me so sick over and over
It sits stiff, bound with no heart
Fine 'cause this is where the separation starts arising
I can see it coming over your cloud

It's classical
Anyway
How cool are you?
I remember

I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick

It's just a bad call, it's so funny
How you think I'm so serious, but that's not it
The thing is, I don't give enough to give a fuck
You're just plain boring and you bore me asleep

It's classical
Anyway
How cool are you?
I remember

I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick

Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened
I feel sick

And who the fuck are you anyway, you fuck?
It's making sick sense seeing how you're sticking out
Hardly hoping, money, please arise up off the fucking knees
Hop off the train for a second and try to find your own fucking heart

It's classical
Anyway
How cool are you?
I remember

I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick

Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened

I feel sick in my head
I feel sick in my head
I feel sick in my head
I feel sick in my head
I feel sick in my head
I feel sick in my head
I feel sick in my head
I feel sick

8. Dai The Flu

I always wondered why it takes
Fifteen stitches and a soft parody

To make my eyes
Be like deceit
Believe the sting
Proves heart to me

Now I know that you
Love me
Thank God that you
Love at all

Dislocated at the joint
Timing is everything in the bed

'Cause you'll sleep for hours
To keep away
Then sink the teeth
And bat your eyes at

Now I know that you
Love me
Thank God that you
Love at all

What's the surprise, I was right here
Going off, going on
What's the surprise, I was right here
Going off, going on
What's the surprise, I was right here
Going off, going on
What's the surprise, I was right here
Going off

At least I know
At least now I know
At least

Now I know that you
Love me
Thank God that you
Love at all

What's the surprise, I was right here
Going off, going on
What's the surprise, I was right here
Going off, going on
What's the surprise, I was right here
Going off, going on
What's the surprise, I was right here
Going off, going on

(Dai the flu)
(Dai the flu)
(Dai the flu)
(Dai the flu)

9. Headup

Got back out, back off the forefront
I never said or got to say bye to my boy
But it's often I try, I think about how I'd be screaming
And the times would be bumping
All our minds would be flowing
Taking care of shit like, "Hey holmes, what you needing?"
Sometimes life will be coming off whack
And will open your eyes

As I proceed to get loose
I feel you next to me fiending
Getting spacey with the common love of music
Think of this as the Sun, the mind as a tool but
We could bounce back from this one
With attitude, will and some spirit
With attitude, will and your spirit
We'll shove it aside

Soulfly
Fly high
So fly
Fly free

Shut your shit, please, say what you will
I can't think side step around
I'm bound to the freestyle
Push it down to the ground
With a nova dash but they watch you
Now climb up superslide
Our spirit so low
It's coming over you

Soulfly
Fly High
So fly
Fly free

You walk into this world

Walk into this world
With your head up high
Walk into this world
With your head up high
Walk into this world
With your head up high
Walk into this world
With your head up high

Head up, head, head up
Head up, head, head up
Head up, head, head up
Head up, head, head up
Head up, head, head up
Head up, head, head up
Head up, head, head up
Head up, head, head up

10. MX

You're so sweet
Your smile
Your pussy
And your bones
You're on fire
You move me
Like music
With your style

Let me think (and you think about what)
About girls (and what else)
And money
And new clothes (and what do I get)
Thirty nights (uh huh)
Of violence (yeah)
And sugar
To love

Come here, come here
Closer to the lung
So I can, I can
Shove her over railing

You're sweet
But I'm tired
Of proving
This love
See, you're a bore
But you move me
Like a movie
That you love

Let me think (and you think about what)
About girls (and what else)
And money
And new clothes (and what do I get)
Thirty nights (uh huh)
Of violence (yeah)
And sugar
To love

Come here, come here
Closer to the lung
So I can, I can
Shove her over railing

Let me think (and you think about what)
About girls (and what else)
And money
And new clothes (and what do I get)
Thirty nights (uh huh)
Of violence (yeah)
And sugar
To love

Come here, come here
Closer to the lung
Come here, come here
Closer to the lung
So I can, I can
Shove her over railin'

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