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Soundgarden
Soundgarden


Background information
Origin Seattle, Washington, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Grunge
Alternative Metal
Heavy Metal
Years active 1984—1997
Label(s) A&M Records
Sub Pop
SST Records
Associated acts Pearl Jam
Audioslave
Temple of the Dog
Wellwater Conspiracy
Hater
Website Website
Members
Chris Cornell
Matt Cameron
Kim Thayil
Ben Shepherd
Former members
Jason Everman
Hiro Yamamoto
Scott Sundquist



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Soundgarden Album


Screaming Life/Fopp (05/11/1990)
05/11/1990
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They saw you today as you were leaving
Now they run to hunt you down
Dogs lead the chase and you are bleeding
They run to hunt you down

Your narrow escape
Has wiped the smile right from your face
Those starved dogs howling
Run to hunt you down
As they run, hunt you down

You smile as you look in the mirror
Tears have left your eyes
Your face has a different exterior
Permanent disguise

Your narrow escape
Has wiped the smile right from your face
Those starved dogs howling
Run to hunt you down
As they run, hunt you down right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now


. . .



I'm entering
Without a sound
I'm entering
On wings I've found
A million miles
Of covered ground
I'm entering, entering yeah
Well I'm entering

I'm entering
Without a sound
I'm entering
On wings I've found
A million miles
Of covered ground
I'm entering, I'm entering yeah
Well I'm entering, yeah, yeah

I'm entering
Bleeding hearts, two lights, goodness, stable
Glass on bars won't hold me back
Without a sound
Or a thought
I'm entering
I'm entering

Oh yeah without a sound
I'm entering, entering
On wings I've found
A million, million miles, a million miles
Well I'm entering, entering, entering, entering, entering, entering yeah



. . .



These tears to remember
These tears to forget
When I try to cry one
These tears do forget you

I suckle life
Its love and its beauty
Well I scream from life
Its honor and its beauty

These tears to remember
These tears to forget
When I try to cry one
These tears they do forget you

I suckle life
Its love and its beauty
Well I scream from life
Its honor and its beauty

Remember, forget



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Nothing, nothing, nothing but the one thing

Someone said my words are out of balance
Nothing to say, you've got nothing to say
Dying words I bury everyday
Nothing to say, I've got nothing to say
Nothing but the one thing

You've got nothing, nothing to say
Nothing but the one thing

Big bad word spell it with four letters
Nothing to say, you've got nothing to say
Oh my God, your words are out of balance
Nothing to say, you've got nothing to say
Nothing but the one thing
Nothing, nothing

You've got nothing, nothing to say
Nothing but the one thing

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing



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Little Joe, run for the border
Leave your home, leave your mother and father
Go to where the reptiles roam
On the side of the border that is your home

Little Joe, eyes of your lover look back on you
As you run for cover
Those sticks and fire, sticks and fire, won't break your bones
It is a lie

Little Joe, just like your father
Your eyes will water, your guts will splatter
Those sticks and fire, sticks and fire, won't break your bones
It is a lie

Litle Joe, run for the border
Leave your whole home, leave your mother and father
Go to where the reptiles roam
They're waiting for you little Joe

Little Joe run for the border
Leave your home, leave your mother and father
Go to where the reptiles roam
On the side of the border that is your home

Little Joe, just like your father
Your eyes will water, your guts will splattter


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(preacher speaking)
Now I would like friends if this evening
We should stand there with all other of God's
Creatures on the curbstone and watch this
March of time. Let us take our stand with them
And as we stand there I here one of them whispering
He is a Hebrew sage, he says 'vanity of vanities the
whole thing is a vain parade. It has no meaning'
(end preacher speaking)

The hand of God lays high above me
I'll be so good if you really love me
Let me feel your mighty crunch
As you rub me out like water, fire, coal, etc.

Let it be known today, if you got two hands
You're supposed to pray
Fingers of fire, coal, and lead
Fondly love me 'til I'm dead

The hand of God is thick and callous
Bruised and torn from stones and sticks
The hand of God has got a ring about the size of Texas
Made of sweet, smelly stuff
My fingers never smell

Let me try on your hand and see if it fits
Don't worry I won't touch anything unholy with it
Let it be known today, if you got two hands
You're supposed to pray



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So you think I got something on you
I bet I know what you're gonna do
[mystery line]

Fill your head
With crazy sounds
It ain't as pretty coming out

So glad to see you're at it again
So glad I ain't your only friend
When are you going to understand
That it's okay
Maybe now
It ain't as pretty coming out

Fill your head
With crazy sounds
It ain't as pretty coming out



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She looked at me with dignity
She said there's something you gotta see
Even though this country's headed for war
This nation is prouder than ever before
Yeah that was spirit in the air
We're more American than anywhere
And I just smile cause I could tell
This little girl was going to
Hell

Now I wouldn't mind
If you swallowed my pride
Make me feel alright
Yeah now deep inside
Feel alright

Hey, all the warmth in her heart
Couldn't keep my blood from running cold
Cause I fell for her looks
Now I wanna go for her throne
I tried to tell her a thousand times
But little girl didn't understand at all

Now I wouldn't mind
If you swallow my pride
Make me feel alright
Yeah now deep inside
Feel alright

Alright
You can swallow my pride

Now I wouldn't mind
If you swallowed my pride
Make me feel alright, deep inside
Feel alright
Pride... pride... pride
You can swallow my pride



. . .



Fopped last night and the night before
I had to fopp outside and then I went indoor
Fopped so hard I made the people roar
They stood back and gave me all the floor
I did the fopp, the fopp
They wouldn't let me stop
Yeah I was foppin' and rockin'
Had the whole house boppin'

Foppin', the way it makes you go, everybody was
Foppin', everywhere you go, do all your
Shoppin', wiggle to the floor, everybody was
Foppin'

Fopp with me and I'll fopp with you
Foppin' is the brand new thing to do
Fopped so hard that I lost my shoe
I fopped so tough they had to make some room
Break your leg, don't you pop your back
Do your thing, don't you give no slack
Shake your hips and then you turn around
Well first you fopp it up
And then you fopp it down

Fopp me right, don't you fopp me wrong
We'll be here foppin' all night long
I'm too short, baby, but you're too tall,
But when we're foppin' that don't mean a thing at all, yeah

Foppin', the way it makes you go, everybody was
Foppin', everywhere you go, do all your
Shoppin', wiggle to the floor, everybody was
Foppin'
Yeah

Fopp and rock
Fopp and rock
Yeah, I did the fopp and rock
Fopp and rock
Oh, fopp and rock
Yeah, I did the fopp and rock
Yeah, fopp and rock
Yeah, I did the fopp and rock
Yeah



. . .


Fopped last night and the night before
I had to fopp outside and then I went indoors
Fopped so hard I made the people warm
They stood back and gave me all the floor

I did the fopp, the fopp
they wouldn't let me stop
Yeah I was foppin' and rockin'
Had the house hoppin'

Foppin', the way it makes you go, everybody was
Foppin', everywhere you go, do all your
Shoppin', wiggle to the floor, everybody was Foppin'

Fopp with me and I'll fopp with you
Foppin' is the brand new thing to do
Fopped so hard that I lost my shoe
I fopped so tough they had to make some room

Break your leg, don't you fopp your back
Do your thing, don't you give no slack
Shake your hips and then you turn around
Well first you fopp it up
And then you fopp it down

Fopp me right, don't you fopp me wrong
We'll be here foppin' all night long
I'm too short, baby, and you're too tall
But when we're foppin' that don't mean a thing at all

Foppin', the way it makes you go, everybody was
Foppin', everywhere you go, do all your
Shoppin', wiggle to the floor, everybody was Foppin'

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