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Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop


Background information
Birth name James Newell Osterberg, Jr.
Born April 21, 1947
Born place Muskegon, Michigan, United States
Genre(s) Garage Rock
Hard Rock
Glam Rock
Years active 1967—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Virgin Records
Elektra Records
Associated acts Slash
David Bowie
The Stooges
The Iguanas
The Trolls
The Nymphs
Website Website



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Avenue B (1999)
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It was in the winter of my fiftieth year
When it hit me
I was really alone
And there wasn't a hell of a lot of time left
Every laugh and touch I could get
Became more important
Strangely, I became more bookish
And my home and study meant more to me
As I considered the circumstances of my death
I wanted to find a balance between joy and dignity
On my way out
Above all, I didn't want to take any more shit
Not from anybody

. . .


I want to fuck her on the floor
Among my books of ancient lore
So I will make a full report
I got a Nazi girlfriend

It's not the four inch heels she wears
It's not her baby-fine blond hair
It's more the desert in her stare
I got a Nazi girlfriend

She's not the colt
That she once was
She's elegant
But youth is lost
Still she has ways to make me talk
I love you Nazi girl

Her French is perfect
So's her butt
She wears two crosses
Tangled up
She's independent
She's not dumb
Tough little Nazi girl

So now I've fucked her on the floor
Among my books of ancient lore
And I have made a full report
About a Nazi girl

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Rapper standing on the corner
Wrappers flying in the wind
Waitress up from Alabama
Can't believe the cold she's in
And me, I'm sitting in my castle
On the verge of a divorce

And if I haven't got a hassle
I'll create my own, of course
Still I gotta live with my feelings
But I know about science too
And fame and death and money
And what they do to you

And I am gonna need a miracle
I am gonna need a miracle
I am gonna need a miracle
Tonight on Avenue B

I bought about a hundred candles
I'm burnin' em both night and day
I'm sleepin' when I should be eatin'
Cryin' when I should be gay
My girlfriend's warm and loves me
She's knockin' but she can't get in
I'm a product of the paranoia
Of the age I'm in

And I am gonna need a miracle
I'm really gonna need a miracle
I'm really gonna need a miracle
Tonight on Avenue B

I see the students out my window
They're walking in their student clothes
Eatin' books and information
To make their understanding grow
Well, but this much I understand
It's hard to be an empty man
But since I gave em every part of me
I ain't free

And I am gonna need a miracle
I am gonna need a miracle
I am gonna need a miracle
Tonight on Avenue B

. . .


Her skin is copper and her voice is Spanish red
Her vibe is golden 'till her anger kills it dead
She wants the world to see
A body rich in harmony
A mouth cruel as death

She rides a fantasy she hasn't tested yet
She looks in every mirror to check her silhouette
The turning heads
The honking horns
Gave proof to her
Since she was born
That love was her game

She loves me, Miss Argentina
Though she hides behind her smile
She runs free, Miss Argentina
Dripping blood
With lots of style

She loves to stay in bed and watch the movies play
She wants a husband who will worship and obey
The moods that she enjoys like children's
Games and football toys
She laughs without shame

She likes the military and the Rolling Stones
Her little brother has a t-shirt from Ramones
She's shy and sensitive and doesn't know the
Tougher games
But boy can she love

She's easy, Miss Argentina
A masterpiece without a frame
She runs free, Miss Argentina
But Venus is a dangerous game

She saves my spirit with a humanistic light
She's greedy, lazy, and impossible to like
She dresses sexually
And she's afraid of many things
Like being alone

She's back with mother now
She's over twenty-five
I tried to keep her, but she buried me alive
In love and birth and jealousy
And every emotion totally freed
Screaming at once

But she loves me, Miss Argentina
While she hides behind her smile
She runs free, Miss Argentina
Dripping blood with lots of style
She's lovely, Miss Argentina
A masterpiece without a frame
She's easy, Miss Argentina
But Venus is a dangerous game

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Watching the cat sleep on my pillows
Afraid to get close to anyone and afraid not to
The need of all creatures to be warmed and touched
The girls who want dads
I think the writing is eating up myself
Preventing any togetherness with anyone
Hurting and recycling people over and over again
How much longer?
How many more?
I held her in my arms and I didn't want to realize
She was putting her life in my hands


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When you move in right up close to me
That's when I get the shivers all over me
Shivers down my backbone
I get the shakes in the thighbone
Shivers in my knee bone
Shakin' all over

Just the way you say goodnight to me
There's a feeling on the side of me
Shivers down my backbone
I got the shakes in my thighbone
Shivers in my kneebone
Shakin' all over

Just the way you say goodnight to me
Brings a feeling I'm inside of me
Shivers down my backbone
I've got the shakes in my thighbone
Oh shivers in my knee bone
I'm shakin' all over
I'm shakin' all over
I'm shakin' all over

When you're moving right up close to me
That's when I get the shivers all over me
Just the way you say goodnight to me
Brings a feeling outside of me
I'm shakin' all over
I'm shakin' all over
I'm shakin' all over

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Alone with the phone again
The deepening light seeps in my mind
I'm desperate to hear a voice
Can this really be my choice?
I'm fifty and I'm tricky
And I'm sick of being alone
You're twenty-five and pretty
But you're old enough to know
That actions form a pattern
And the heart's the last to know
And I'm waitin' for another friend
Callin' long distance again

My mind is an antique room
There's overstuffed chairs and carpets too
Where nobody ever comes
It's a good place to run away from
And I'm runnin' from a love
With every step I take
And if I can fall for you then
From the last one I am saved
And it's a cold grey wet December
Shity shity day
And I'm waitin' for another friend
Calling long distance again

You're dark and your French voice is lovely
And you're bright eyes light the receiver across the miles
I'm listening close and I'm hoping
To learn love, but I don't know how
Calling long distance again
Calling long distance again
I'm calling long distance again
Calling long distance again



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From the drip drip drip of the teardrops
To the chink chink chink of the cash
To the end end end of the friendships
To the wack wack wack of the bash
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my soul
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my soul

From the tick tick tick of your time's up
To the yes yes yes of 'I'll sell'
From the fact fact fact of the souless
To the pact pact pact with hell
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my soul
Corruption corruption corruption
Chills my bones
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my soul
Corruption corruption corruption
Chills my bones

From the scream scream scream of the babies
To the retch retch retch of the youth
From the lie lie lie of the righteous
To the lost lost lost way I feel
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my bones
Corruption corruption corruption
Chills my bones
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my soul
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my soul
Corruption
Corruption

Order in the court
Decision to abort
The monkey wants to speak
So speak, monkey speak
Speak monkey, speak
Speak monkey, speak
Speak monkey, speak

Everything leads to corruption
Everything leads to corruption
Corruption

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She's gone
I froze her out
Move by move
First I didn't hold her hand
Then I didn't touch her in bed
Then I wasn't tender with her upsets
Then I just told her to go
And still, she didn't go
I had to push.
Now this place is peaceful as a grave
It's dead quiet without her
And her stupid t.v. shows
And young girl laughing
I was always ashamed she read Cosmopolitan
I should have been proud of her
What did she want that was so bad?
She just wanted to believe that someone would
Love her and look after her always
She called me Daddy
She called me Daddy

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She sat on the pavement
As I pulled in the drive
Wearing leopard skin velvet
And shiny black eyes
"She looks like a sleeper"
Said my wife at the time
She had curls like Delilah
And a smile like the sun
She held my poor corpse
Like she'd never be done
And the caption in my mind said
"This is the one"
But I'm strong and I'm disciplined
And I avoided her for years
'Till one night, as usual
With my heart full of tears
A hand touched my back
And she was standing right there
Then I felt the luxury of her
I felt the luxury of her
I felt the luxury of her
I felt the luxury
Whispering
Whispering

Now I'll try hard to tell things just like they is
How my life was a desert before she came in
And wrecked it and ripped it and rubbed my nerves thin
How I liked to see her little feet pad around the house
The way she curled up quietly on the couch
I can still see her in my mind that way now
Aah I felt the luxury of her
I felt the luxury of her
I felt the luxury of her

Well time went by quickly
And her confidence grew
And she wanted this and that
And she wanted those too
And she wouldn't shut up
And one day I just blew up
Now she's in the hospital
For the second time
Maybe she'll die
Maybe I'll cry
Therapists would say
"You're in denial"
But love became inconvenient
Love became a literal drag
Very bad for business
I'd be better off a fag
She's a model de sport
That I can't afford
'Cause I'm a practical American
From the Middle-West
And I can piss on a grave
While welcoming guests
If cold's what I am
I'm cold 'till the end
And I felt the luxury of her
I felt the luxury of her
Now I'm gonna continue walking
In the modern world
Which justifies every egotistical perversion
With scientific talk
And new ways to walk
But I'll remember the religion
She became to me
And the other person I could have been
So for now I'll say so long
I gotta go do wrong
I gotta go do wrong
I felt the luxury
I felt the luxury
I felt the luxury
Aah, Luxury

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Soy un gringo
Americano
Del pais brutal y frio
Nada de esa mierda
Es mi culpa
Y un dia yo vi la salida
Ya yo hablo espanol
Ya yo hablo espanol
Ya yo hable espanol
Yo hablo espanol

Vendi la esposa
Vendi los ninos
Tome un chance a currar mi vida
Yo corri
Por Sud America por España
Ya yo hablo espanol
Ya yo hable espanol
Ya yo hablo espanol
Yo hablo espanol

Ella se mueva con las olas del mar
Ella me enseño a crear
En su sonrisa en su sexo en su amor numero uno
Ya yo hable espanol
Ya yo hable espanol
Ya yo hablo espanol
Yo hablo espanol

Purrate

Ya yo hable espanol
Ya yo hable espanol
Ya yo hablo espanol
Yo hablo espanol
Ya yo hable espanol
Ya yo hable espanol
Ya yo hablo espanol
Yo hablo espanol

. . .


I saw her in a dream but it wasn't true
Through the smoke and fire
Of the exhaust fumes
She just laughed and loved me 'till I was no use
And I'll never fall in love again
She's a motorcycle that I can't ride
She's a precious jewel that I can't buy
She's a scene I'm playin' in which I die
And I'll never fall in love again
"I never play to win"
Is what she said
And poured a little cocaine in my head
She's a fuckin' Picasso in bed
And I'll never fall in love again

Now your voice
So Spanish and clear
Rings like a church bell in my ear
But I don't believe in a word I hear
And I'll never fall in love again
My mind calls you in the night
My mind calls you and I want to take flight
To some other garden of sweet delight
And I'll never fall in love again


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A little girl trapped in her knowledge and craft
Came tripping to my room last night
I cooked her a steak and I tried not to fake
And still make everything alright
She had dreads in her hair and problems and cares
She tried hard not to let 'em show
She was decent and sweet and I was sizin' up the meat
But doubts fell in my mind like snow
And when the shove comes down to love
The facade falls down
And when the bricks fall from the tricks
The facade falls down

It's a sunny afternoon and I'm sitting in my robe
I'm dirty and I'm here alone
There's a story on my table that talks about me
And I want to stuff it down the author's throat
And I'm sleeping with someone new every night
And in the morning politely saying "bye"

And I'm nowhere and no one
And I only wanna run
And I feel like a hamburger bun
And when you must
Believe or bust
The facade falls down
When you're scared of a brand new care
The facade falls down
I got no reason to believe
I got no reason but I'm New York Scumbag Tough
And I'll keep on truckin'

So night is falling
And I'm getting' tired
And it's time to get my slippers and books
Got a sweater and glasses
And something that passes
For a way to get by in this world
And I'm getting' tired
Of so many different things
I guess I'm just plain tired
Or maybe too intelligent to believe
In the obvious side of things
And when voice says make a choice
The facade falls down
When your knees start to concede
The facade falls down
When the shove comes down to love
The facade falls down
And when the bricks fall from the tricks
The facade falls down

The facade falls down
The facade falls down
The facade falls down
The facade falls down
The facade falls down


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