SHOT OF THE FEELING #1 - AUG/SEPT 08

AUG/SEPT 08
PRIMAL SCREAM - COUNTRY GIRL
(RIOT CITY BLUES, 2006)

IGNORED IT BACK THEN.
I NOW CONSIDER IT A MAJOR UNDISCOVERED GEM.

FATE, WOULD HAVE IT, KNOWS ITS SHIT.

FAVORITE SONGS:

COUNTRY GIRL (*****)
WHEN THE BOMB DROPS (****)
DOLLS (SWEET ROCK N ROLL) (*****)
HELL'S COMING DOWN (****)
SOMETIMES I FEEL SO LONELY (****)
TO LIVE IS TO FLY (****)

SOUNDBITES FOR THE SOUL:

COUNTRY GIRL

You never get too big
You never get too heavy
you never get too cool
That you stop payin' your dues
Oh yeah!
What can a poor boy do?
You better go back to you mama
She'll take care of you

Lost your wife
Lost your son
Stay out drinkin'
'till the morning comes
Oh yeah!
What can a poor boy do?
You better go back to you mama
She'll take care of you

Country girl take my hand
Lead me through this diseased land
I am tired i am weak i am worn
I have stole i have sinned
Oh my soul is unclean
Country girl got to keep on keeping on
Crazy women
Mess your head
Wake up drunk & bleeding
In some strange bed
Oh yeah!
What can a poor boy do?

You better go back to your mama
She'll take care of you

Country girl take my hand
Lead me through this diseased land
I am tired i am weak i am worn
I have stole i have sinned
Oh my soul is unclean
Country girl got to keep on keeping on
You gotta keep on keepin' on
You gotta keep on keepin' strong
You gotta keep on keepin' on
When you
Got the riot city blues

One thing i have to say
Before i have to go
Be careful with your seed
You will reap just what you sow
Oh yeah!
What can a poor boy do?
You better go back to your mama
She'll take care of you

Country girl take my hand
Lead me through this diseased land
I am tired i am weak i am worn
I have stole i have sinned
Oh my soul is unclean
Country girl got to keep on keeping on


WHEN THE BOMB DROPS

We've had a lot of good times brother
I've knows you all my life
Mixing blood and drugs and women
In your journey to the endless night

I've watched you kill the love you're given
You sold your vision for a glimpse of heaven

Once you were a thief of fire
Now you're just a junkie liar
What you gonna cop
When the bomb drops?

There's been a million people brother
Just like you before
Think you're beyond good and eveil
You can't even find the door

Painting pictures on your wall
In junkie blood
Hey man! Ain't that cool?
It's so beautiful!

Once you were a thief of fire
Now you're just a junkie liar
What you gonna cop
When the bomb drops?

Ain't no medicine to cure you
Ain't no woman you can love
Only death can make you painless
Only death can make you come

Junkie Jesus on the cross
You beg for scraps like a mongrel dog

Once you were a thief of fire
Now you're just a junkie liar
What you gonna cop
When the bomb drops?

DOLLS (COME ON BABY LET'S HAVE A GOOD TIME)

Saw you walking down the street holding hands with some other guy,
Well a short skin suit, black patent leather boots, big brown round saucer eyes,
that's right!
I didn't talk to you then, you was kissing your friend,
Besides, it was the wrong time and place.
I went home, took a shower, met a lady, I got some flowers but shows ya hey I knew we'd meet again.

So I searched all over town, dudes hanging around,
No one had ever seen a chick like you before.
I hit strip joints and museums, bars and clubs and - jesus -
I even prayed in a cathedral for your soul.
Then one rainy winter Tuesday
I saw you on the subway
You were heading for the tunnel near the door.
I pressed my face against the glass, you sped by me in a flash
Like a motorcycle crash you smoked my skull.

So once again, walking in the pouring rain
Wondering who and why and where and what you were.
I had hallucinatory dreams, shivers, sweats and screams,
Like an opium withdrawal, only worse.
Then on one hot summer night I took a motorcycle ride,
Saw you looking really evil, spitting fire from your eyes.
Like a rockabilly queen, 'bout to kick start your machine.
Like a fighter pilot flying off to war.
You had a tight black leather jacket, skull and crossbones on the back,
God bless the sould of sweet Gene Vincent, there you were!

Don't want your diamonds, don't want your gold,
I want your love, I want your soul,
Come on babe, let's have a good time!


HELL'S COMING DOWN

Once I had me a woman
She gave me all her love
She gave me her blessing
I gave her my curse
I drove her crazy
I drove her crazy
I sent her insane
Like a runaway train

In my lonely bed at night
I wish that I could die
Hell's comin' down
Hell's comin' down

We made love in the morning
We got drunk at night
When she was sleeping
I stabbed her with a knife
I did deceive her
I was midnight creeper
I robbed her blind
I drove her outta her mind

In my lonely bed at night
I wish that I could die
Hell's comin' down
Hell's comin' down

Feels like the whole world's
Comin' down on me
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Pain in my heart
Murder on my mind
I wish I was with her
I wish I could kiss her

There's no sun in the sky
No love in my life
Since I lost my baby
All I do is cry
She won't come back
No she won't come back
I broke her heart
I tore it all apart
In my lonely bed at night
I wish that I could die
Hell's comin' down
Hell's comin' down

In my lonely bed at night
I wish that I could die
Hell's comin' down
Hell's comin' down

In my lonely bed at night
I wish that I could die
Hell's comin' down
Hell's comin' down

Here it comes now

SOMETIMES I FEEL SO LONELY

You can be redeemed boy
You can be redeemed
Life is but a dream boys
You can be redeemen
Nothing's as it seems
You can be redeemed

Everything's permitted
Nothing's really true
Live outside the law boys
Doing what to do
Nothing's at it seems
You can be redeemed

Sometimes I feel so lonely

You can be redeemed boy
You can be redeemed
Life is but a dream boys
You can be redeemen
Nothing's as it seems
You can be redeemed

Sometimes I feel so lonely

TO LIVE IS TO FLY

Won't say I love you babe
Won't say I need you babe
But I'm going to get you babe
and I will not do you wrong
Living's mostly wasting time
and I waste my share of mine
but it never feels too good
so let's not take too long
You're as soft as glass and I'm a gentle man
we got the sky to talk about
and the world to lie upon

Days up and down they come
like rain on a conga drum
forget most, remember some
but don't turn none away
Everything is not enough
nothing is too much to bear
where you been is good and gone
all you keep's the getting there
To live is to fly low and high
so shake the dust off of your wings
and the sleep out of your eyes

It's goodbye to all my friends
It's time to go again
Think of all the poetry
and the pickin' down the line
I'll miss the system here
the bottom's low and the treble's clear
but it don't pay to think too much
on the things you leave behind
I may be gone but I won't be long
I'll be bringing back the melody
and the rhythm that I find

We all got holes to fill
and them holes are all that's real
some fall on you like a storm
sometimes you dig your own
But choice is yours to make
time is yours to take
some dive into the sea
some toil upon the stone
To live is to fly low and high
so shake the dust off of your wings
the sleep out of your eyes