spoonman
(vocal by karl hyde)
wooooaaaahhh….
tues-day
tues-day
tues-day
tues-day
change i i i i
change i i i i
change i i i i
change i i i i
wooooaaaahhh….
(this ‘moan’ appears throughout the song at various places and is basically part of the backing track….i have not listed it again as it is not really a lyric….)
watched you cry
watched you cry
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you fly
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you die
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you fly
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you cry
im the spoonman
talks to god
transfusion
penetration
im the spoonman
talks to god
transfusion
penetration
im the spoonman
talks to god
transfusion
penetration
im the spoonman
talks to god
transfusion
penetration
im the spoonman
talks to god
transfusion
penetration
im the spoonman
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
im the spoon man
shes a woman
nice bikini
steppin razor
im the spoon man
shes a woman
nice bikini
steppin razor
im the spoon man
wooooaaaahhh….
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you cry
watched you fly
watched you cry
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
watched you die
watched you fly
watched you die
i i i i
dont put your hand
where you wouldnt put your face she said
a dollar rubber rat
utah plates
brilliant green substance
unknown with a face like a peeled onion
sheep in drag horseback
automatic to make your home clean
make it a sani-flush she said
now im in a skin-free crispy with this urge to phone
in the no smoking zone of tokyo
me and a big white dog to hijack pecan tarts for babylon bambi
out of mercer street where the crack heads catwalk charity
where teenage sex rides a stoned rhythm
trading its chilli skins to the screamers come to hunt their meat to the
gold diggers in kiss boots
and the recycled blondes in their stack heeled snatches
the monster trucks
the rolling rocks
the poodle boys with their little bone diggers
and dark stuff comes oozing out the apple core tonight
like a beggars dog tasting the wind
play
into the blood
into the blood
enters the blood
into the blood
enters the blood (repeat to fade…into ‘tongue’)
*alternate words from ‘dont put your hand….’ onwards
dont put your hand
where you wouldnt put your face
she said a dollar rubber band
utah makes pretty and free
a field monkey on horseback
automatic
jamaica rolling make it sand
but she said now i
a new skin
free frisbee
can dance
searched
phone in
a nut full donuts
stainless steel tokyo
me and bill white parka
its a hijack
you cant touch for five and on
family out on mercer street
where the legless cat walks
walks charity
wendy nance
six five and stone pretty women
in tubes
screamers fun
screaming fun
the fun betty
parts staying out jack on his side
a golddigger
a golddigger digs his stag he stag he stands
a monster charged through a rolex the voodoo noise
the metal long dagger
stops the fast
seen out the supple parts
through nightlife
a beggar’s dog
tasting the wind
(play)
into the blood
into the blood
into the blood
into the blood *or (may be ‘enters the blood’ towards
end) (to fade….)
due to the nature of
the ramblings of karl at the end of this song the two completely different
versions found have been listed, neither we believe are exactly perfect,
and karl is probably the only one who knows for sure…
*borrowed from several sources (including jean paul tremblay’s site) + additional interpretations by bss from ‘spoonman’ - ‘dubnobasswithmyheadman’ vinyl version
