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Superchunk
Superchunk


Background information
Origin Chapel Hill, North Carolina, US
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) Matador Records
Merge Records
Website Website
Members
Mac McCaughan
Laura Ballance
Jon Wurster
Jim Wilbur
Former members
Chuck Garrison
Jack McCook



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Superchunk Album


No Pocky for Kitty (1991)
1991
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30 Xtra
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Tie a Rope to the Back of the Bus
9.
Press
10.
Sidewalk
11.
Creek
12.
. . .


I see you ----
You take a slow sharp step and run it through
'Cause if the sound's as good as the action - just like a kiss
Well you hesitate and you waste
Why don't you move?

Hit the gas straight on
Run through the lights
Run through the tree
Skip steps 1 & 3

You see what you want to say
Get to the point
You're gettin' to me
Skip steps 1 & 3

Yeah you can blaze ahead and go home happy
Well it's your free time in the back of your skull
And that's fine for now, but what comes after?
You've been sucking wind so long it makes you feel full

You've been sucking wind so long...

. . .


Seed Toss

i put a stake in your spokes
and you better laugh at my jokes
you better memorize this face
you better stay in my good graces

chorus
cause (and) here you come on your broom
your mood ring's turning brown
you will begin to feel it soon
you're tossing your seeds around

you better memorize this face
you better stay right in your place
i draw the lines here from now on
and your picture's already drawn
and this movie goes on to long
and this coffee's a little to strong
and i think that i'm running on
well i guess that i'm running

chorus

. . .


Cast Iron

You think see everything with those glasses
My eyes the color of molasses
All you have to do is ask is all
And I'll tell you

I'll tell you from my front porch
I'll tell you from my cast iron chair
I'll tell you about my special friends
I only wish you were there

Don't get uppity with me
I see things that that you never see
I've been seeing them for years
Let me whisper in your ear

I'll tell you from my front porch
I'll tell you from my cast iron chair
I'll tell you about my visitors
I only wish you were there, well

The man in the airplane was looking for you

. . .


She climbs the tower, gun in hand
Every day at 5 PM
She has a ball, she has a plan
She kills imaginary men
Kills them with her lipstick head
But she's safe from them
Cause they don't understand

My guts fell out the top of my head
I'll live without them
I have my days for sure
But I don't count them

When everything's just right
I'll come down off my mountain
I'm out of sorts right now
By then I will have found them

Don't call me the weird one
I watch them come and go all night
I serve them, listen to their shit
These people just aren't right

My guts fell out the top of my head
I'll live without them
I have my days for sure
But I don't count them

. . .


Punch me hard
Make me feel it
Could not pivot away
I have to steal it

I don't wanna take anything
I feel guilty when I buy it
I'm writing my lines down from now on
Maybe you should try it

Punch me harder

Check you out
I wish I could
I'm not allowed

If I had the right code
If I smoke the right smokes
There's a little red stone that's breathing
As you're leaving it sinks
It lies at the bottom of a non-reflecting pool

Punch me harder

. . .


My bed(?) is like non you've ever seen
It's deep blue leaves(?) and pools of open green
Down here where the light has never been
Where I'm staying that's healthy for my skin

chorus
Yesterday you talked to me
Today I feel I've sprung a leak
Today you've got nothing to say
Today you just swam away

I know there could be
Well I know there could be no bond(?)
If you sank with me
Into this mildew(?) pond

chorus

If you sank with me
If you sank with me
If you sank with me

chorus

. . .

30 Xtra

[No lyrics]

. . .

Tie a Rope to the Back of the Bus

[No lyrics]

. . .

Press

[No lyrics]

. . .

Sidewalk

[No lyrics]

. . .

Creek

[No lyrics]

. . .


i'm blowing up the street
like a leaf
i skinned my back
a few times, you'll see
head over heels
my hand's on my heart
i'm making a promise
and that's a start

you're leaving a trail for me
i see you up in the tallest tree
you're throwing things down at me
i'm starting to climb
well i'm starting on my knees

somewhere along the way
the dusk it turns back into day
the sky is orange
the trees lie down against it

you're leaving a trail for me
i see you up in the tallest tree
you're throwing things down at me
i'm starting to climb
well i've started on my knees

. . .


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