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Thank you to those who contributed. In particular: Patrick (rcbapa@urc.tue.nl),
Michael (graham@ug.cs.dal.ca) and Bart (ecutj@csv.warwick.ac.uk).

Any suggestions/corrections would be greatly appreciated. Please email me, not
the list, and I'll post the final-finished version (if you know what I mean) in
a couple of weeks.

Cheers

Andrew (wall@newton.otago.ac.nz)


What follows is an attempt to dechipher the lyrics to Pod. Any resemblance of
these lyrics to the real thing, either living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Note: I have also taken the liberty of omitting most of the "Ahhhh"'s and
"Ohh"'s. I'm sure you understand why.


@ALBUM: Pod
by The Breeders

@SONG: Glorious

Da-da...
Ahhh...

Hold my breath for three more year
Yeah, three years
On my own on Saturdays

It's glorious *2

We were tired from the
Scrabbled and we slept
Through the window came the rain

It's glorious *6

Being tired from the
Hold my breath for three more year
Yeah, three years
On my own on Saturdays

It's glorious *3


@SONG: Doe

Top this
Da-da...
Tripping

I walk to where he's sitting
It's all salty *2
(He knows) It's good, it's real, it's pretty
It's all salty Timmy *2

(He said) Doe *3

Dared leave
We've burned the field completely
Ahhh... last light
I feel it's real, it's pretty
It's all salty Timmy *3

(He said) Doe *3


@SONG: Happiness Is A Warm Gun

She's not a girl who misses much
Do-do-do, oh yeah
She's well acquainted
With the touch of a velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane

Man in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots

Lying with his eyes
While his hands are busy
Working overtime

The sole confession of his wife
Which he ate and donated to the
National Trust

I need a fix cause I'm going down
Down to the abyss that I've left up town
I need a fix cause I'm going down

Mother Superior jumped the gun *6

Happiness is a warm gun *4
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)


Some guy: Josephine, do you think you are going bald?
Josephine: No. You've asked me that before and the answer was no then.


@SONG: Oh

Oh
Last flight
Get lost in the moss
And oh, oh
Fall in the neon mine
Push me down *3

Still rolling in the stones
Run to the log that's rotten
And oh, oh
Your soft belly bossing
Push me down *3

Run to the log that's rotten
Your soft belly bossing lows
Push me down


@SONG: Hellbound

It lives in folds of red and steamy air
It lives in misery

Hellbound

Oh,
Falling down
Down...

It lives, dispite the knives internal
It lives marry me

Hellbound

Oh,
Falling down
Down...

It lives in misery

Hellbound


@SONG: When I Was A Painter

In side lakes of [name] I've been
Heard stories of [name]
Twenty hours later I fill the room
With bad sex and bad tea

Go, go, go *2

When I was a painter I painted you well
Too bad I have to die
You brought the essentials, perversion appeal
And many lovers at one time

Go, go, go *2
On and on, on, on

In side lakes of [name] I've been
Heard stories of [name]
Twenty hours later I fill the room
With bad sex and bad tea

Go, go, go *2
On and on, on, on

@SONG: Fortunately Gone

I wait for you in heaven
On this perfect string of love
And drink your soup of magpies in a
Pottery bowl that looks
As I am now, brown, round and warm

Chime on a rain wet
An ankle, toes or two
Sweetly as it drops upon your head
Just like it did today

Fortunately gone
I wait for you

Chime on a rain wet
An ankle, toes or two
Sweetly as it drops upon your head
Just like it did today

Fortunately gone
I wait for you (chorus *2)


@SONG: Iris

Four hours in the pot, one hour out
It grows in the sleep standing up
When Iris sleeps over
What a book she'll write
Stay for last time
Oh come on, nobody wants that
Sister, sister, Oh...
We tried hour by hour
Hour by hour *2

Four hours to daylight, four hours and then
Pour water on me til I live again
When Iris sleeps over
It'll be alright
All last night
come on, nobody wants that
Sister, sister, oh...
We tried hour by hour
Hour by hour *2


@SONG: Opened

Walking on his highways
We leave the land
And float inside the dark, black water

Robin flies again

She flew low over the highways
And I saw the wind
Blowing back her barbie doll hair

Robin flies again

And in a kitchen in Kentucky
She thinks she's Peter Pan
And in the bottom of a concrete basement

Robin flies again


@SONG: Only In 3's

Oh...
Back burns are green and off for me and her
He's an ape, he's an ape, he's an angel

Only in 3's, oh...
Only in 3's, oh yeah
Only in 3's, oh...

Oh...
Hay for a bed with her on my head
And you are the king, the same king who will burn me

Only in 3's, oh...
Only in 3's, oh yeah
Only in 3's, oh...


@SONG: Lime House

I walk by, I fall down
For warm black tar forms balls
And black tar baby

I'm in a lime house *4

Fall..., stay for good
Oh live and live and live in the dark baby
Tar baby

I'm in a lime house *8


@SONG: Metal Man

I don't know how old I was
But it was a '65 pickup
I was lying on the ground
With flat iron bars over my head

One silver drop is all you need
To put a hole in your head at 2000 degrees
That's right man, you be the Metal Man
At 2000 degrees

That's hot *2

And over my head the hot wire was sparking
I got something down on my chest
And it began to bubble

I was her parent, my three in a tree
When a drip dropped down on me
That's right man, I'm the Metal Man
At 2000 degrees

That's hot

(In the background there is a conversation between a man and a woman. What they
are saying is anyone's guess!)

@END