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Placebo
Placebo


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Post-punk Revival
Alternative Rock
Years active 1994—present
Label(s) Virgin Records
Vagrant Records
Caroline Records
Hut Records
Play It Again Sam
Deceptive Records
Associated acts Hotel Persona
Website Website
Members
Brian Molko
Stefan Olsdal
Steve Forrest
Former members
Robert Schultzberg
Steve Hewitt



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Placebo Album


Placebo (07/16/1996)
07/16/1996
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Stuck between the do or die, I feel emaciated.
Hard to breathe I try and try, I'll get asphyxiated.
Swinging from the tallest height, with nothing left to hold on to.

Every sky is blue, but not for me and you.

Come home, come home, come home, come home.

Glass and petrol vodka gin, it feels like breathing methane.
Throw yourself from skin to skin, and still it doesn't dull the pain.
Vanish like a lipstick trace, it always blows me away.

Every cloud is grey, with dreams of yesterday.

Come home, come home, come home, come home,
come home, come home, come home, come home.

Always goes against the grain, and I can try and deny it
Give a monkey half a brain, and still he's bound to fry it.
Now the happening scene is dead, I used to want to be there too.

Every sky is blue, but not for me and you.

Come home, come home, come home, come home,
come home, come home, come home, come home.

. . .


Shine the headlight, straight into my eyes.
Like the roadkill, I'm paralysed.
You see through my disguise

At the drive-in, double feature,
pull the lever, break the fever
and say your last goodbyes.

Since I was born I started to decay.
Now nothing ever ever goes my way

One fluid gesture, like stepping back in time.
Trapped in amber, petrified.
And still not satisfied

Airs and social graces, elocution so divine.
I'll stick to my needle, and my favourite waste of time,
both spineless and sublime.

Since I was born I started to decay.
Now nothing ever - ever goes my way.

. . .


Harder faster, forever after,
harder faster, forever after,
harder faster, forever after,
forever after.

None of you can make the grade,
none of you can make the grade,
none of you can make the grade,
none of you can make the grade.

Harder faster, forever after,
harder faster, forever after,
harder faster, forever after,
forever after.

None of you can make the grade,
none of you can make the grade,
none of you can make the grade,
none of you can make the grade.

. . .


We were tight, but it falls apart as silver turns to blue.
Waxing with a candlelight, and burning just for you.
Allocate your sentiment, and stick it in a box.
I've never been an extrovert, but i'm still breathing.

Someone tried to do me ache (it's what I'm afraid of)

With hindsight, I was more than blind, lost without a clue.
Thought I was getting carat gold, and what I got was you.
Stuck inside the circumstances, lonely at the top.
I've always been an introvert
happily bleeding.

Someone tried to do me ache (it's what i'm afraid of)

4 7 2 3 9 8 5 - I gotta breathe to stay alive,
and 1 4 2 9 7 8 - feels like I'm gonna suffocate.
14 16 22 - this skin that turns to blister blue.
Shoulders toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees,
shoulders toes and knees,I'm 36 degrees,
shoulder toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees,
shoulders toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees.

. . .


Chinese masseuse, comes between us
talks in haikus, plastic venus.
Got a headrush, in her pocket
two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket

Hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID
hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID

I'm lonely

Every morning, my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high, before I go outside.
Roll another, for breakfast
burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus.

Hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID
hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID

I'm lonely

Legs eleven, makes me stay up late
two fat ladies on my back, and now it's 88.
I'm a fool, whose tool is small
it's so miniscule, it's no tool at all.

hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID
hang on, hang on
I'm lonely

Oh.

. . .


Alcoholic kind of mood
lose my clothes, lose my lube
cruising for a piece of fun
looking out for number one
different partner every night
so narcotic outta sight
what a gas, what a beautiful ass.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.

Kind of buzz that lasts for days
had some help from insect ways
comes across all shy and coy
just another nancy boy.
Woman man or modern monkey
just another happy junkie
fifty pounds, press my button
going down.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.

Does his makeup in his room
douse himself with cheap perfume
eyeholes in a paper bag
greatest lay I ever had
kind of guy who mates for life
gotta help him find a wife
we're a couple, when our bodies double.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.

And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.

. . .


I know, you love the song but not the singer
I know, you've got me wrapped around your finger
I know, you want the sin without the sinner
I know
I know

I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know, the last in line is always called a bastard
I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know
I know

I know, you cut me loose in contradiction
I know, I'm all wrapped up in sweet attrition
I know, it's asking for your benediction
I know
I know

I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know, the last in line is always called a bastard
I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know
I know

I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know, the last in line is always called a bastard
I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know
I know.

. . .


The means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me.

Bruise,
pristine,
serene,
we were born to lose.

Cast a line with a velvet glove
Reading like an open book, in the hands of love
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me.

Bruise,
pristine,
serene,
we were born to lose.

encore [echoed]

Means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me.

Bruise,
pristine,
serene,
we were born to lose.

. . .


'Scuse me, I apologize
he likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
he spends the afternoon, between your thighs
how's that for gratitude, I apologize.

It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
and her hypnotic gaze.

'Scuse me, I apologize
she's got vacum cleaner eyes
suck you in
she's got magazines, filled with pear pies
'scuse me, I apologize

It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
and her hypnotic gaze.

She wears her tears on her blouse
confused and racked with self-doubt
she stole the keys to my house
and then she locked herself out.

'Scuse me, I apologize
he likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
he spends the afternoon, between your thighs
how's that for gratitude, I apologize.

It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
her electronic haze.

She wears her tears on her blouse
confused and racked with self-doubt
she stole the keys to my house
and then she locked herself out.

She stole the keys to my house
and then she locked herself out.

She lays me down
she lays me.

. . .


Confiscate
razor blade
confiscate
hey
marilyn
it kinda went like this
stay with me
stay with me
stop
stop stammering
I uh
I uh
I
I
stop
I forgot where I put it
I can't remember where I put it
swallow
swallow
hey
hey
what
marilyn
yeah
I
I
well I
kind of
it kinda went like this
kinda
stay with me
stay with me
stop
stammering
stop stammering
I uh
I uh
I
I
I forgot
I forgot
I uh
I forgot where I put it
I can't remember where I put it
I put it
swallow
swallow
marilyn
marilyn
I
well I
stop
it kinda went like this
stay with me
stay with me
stay with me
stop
stammering
stop stammering
I uh
I uh
I
I
stop
stop
I uh
forgot where I put it
I can't remember where I put it
swallow
marilyn
where I put it yeah
I well
well I
it kinda
kinda went like this
it went
like this it
stay with me
stay
stay with me
stop
stammering
stop stammering
I uh
I uh
I [echo]

. . .


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