SoTD: Stone Temple Pilots – Plush

And I feel that times a wasted go
So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
Would you even care?

And I feel it
And I feel it

Where ya going for tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?

And I feel it
And she feels it

Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it

Where ya going for tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow

To find it, to find it, to find it
To find it
To find it
To find it

Artist: Stone Temple Pilots
Album: Core
Release Date: 1992

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SoTD: Smashing Pumpkins – Cherub Rock

Freak out…
And give in
Doesn’t matter what you believe in
Stay cool
And be somebody’s fool this year
’cause they know
Who is righteous, What is bold.
So I’m told….

Who wants honey?
As long as there’s some money
Who wants that honey?

Hipsters unite
Come align for the big fight to rock for you
But beware!
All those angels with their wings glued on:
’cause deep down
They are frightened and they’re scared
If you don’t stare…

Who wants honey?
As long as there’s some money
Who wants that honey?

Let me out!
Yeah…
Yet me out!
Yeah…
Let me out!
Yeah..
Let me out!

Tell me all of your secrets
Cannot help but believe this is true
Tell me all of your secrets…
I know, I know, I know — !
Should have listened when I was told

Who wants that honey?
As long as there is some money
Who wants that honey?

Let me out!
Yeah…
Let me out!
Yeah…
Let me out!
Yeah..
Let me out!

Artist: Smashing Pumpkins
Album: Cherub Rock
Release Date: 1993

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SoTD: Pink – Who Knew

You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you’d be around
Uh huh
That’s right

I took your words
And I believed
In everything
You said to me

Yeah huh
That’s right

If someone said three years from now
You’d be long gone
I’d stand up and punch them out
‘Cause they’re all wrong
I know better
’Cause you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh no
No no
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I’d give anything

When someone said count your blessings now
‘fore they’re long gone
I guess I just didn’t know how
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Yeah yeah
I’ll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we
Until we meet again
And I won’t forget you my friend
What happened

If someone said three years from now
You’d be long gone
I’d stand up and punch them out
’Cause they’re all wrong and
That last kiss
I’ll cherish
Until we meet again
And time makes
It harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep
Your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling
Who knew
My darling
My darling
Who knew
My darling
I miss you
My darling
Who knew
Who knew

Artist: Pink
Album: I’m Not Dead
Release Date: 2006

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SoTD: The B-52’s – Bushfire

On the horizon, the landscape’s burning red…

Bushfire—smoke in your eyes… smoke in your eyes
If you feel something, that makes you warm all over
If you got a fire and you can’t put it out—got a bushfire

Rolling through a field of molten flowers
Burning in a field of molten flowers
There’s a bushfire—there’s a bushfire burning—yeah!

Bushfire! Bushfire! Bushfire!

My mind’s been going places without me lately
I need your arms to take me down, take me to the ground
But I hold back! Get away from the heat
Hold back! In my field of vision
Hold back! Baby burning—fire…

Fire in a field of molten flowers!
Fire in a field of molten flowers!
There’s a bushfire burning—yeah.
You better hold back! Hold back!

Bushfire! Bushfire! Bushfire!

Well I’m movin’ to the beat of a big bushfire
I’m dancin’ to the beat of a big bushfire
And the flames are warm and getting brighter

Well everybody loves to dance around the heat and fire
Oh lightnin’ strike twice
Hey everybody bask in the afterglow—Bushfire…

Naked light shining over my bed, been lying here too long
I need your arms to take me down, take me to the ground

But I hold back—get away from the heat!
Hold back! In my field of vision
Hold back! I see smoke—smoke in your eyes

Bushfire! Bushfire! Bushfire!
The landscape’s burning, red hot!
It’s red hot, the landscape is red hot!

Hold me in a field of molten flowers!
Hold me in a field of molten flowers!
Take me to the ground!

Hold me, hold me, hold me!

Artist: The B-52’s
Album: Cosmic Thing
Release Date: 1989

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SoTD: The Monkees – Valleri

Valleri. I love my Valleri.

There’s a girl I know who makes
me feel so good.
And I wouldn’t live without her,
even if I could.
They call her Valleri.
I love my Valleri.

She’s the same little girl who
used to hang around my door.
But she sure looks different than
the way she looked before.
I call her Valleri.
I love my Valleri.

Valleri. I love my Valleri.
I love my Valleri.
I need ya, Valleri.

Artist: The Monkees
Album: The Birds, The Bees And The Monkees
Release Date: 1968

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SoTD: The Castaways – Liar, Liar

Check out the go-go dancers behind the band: when I was an itty bitty girl I wanted to grow up and be a go-go dancer and dance in a cage wearing white knee-high patent leather boots and a dance – dance – dance!  

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Liar, liar, pants on fire
Your nose is longer than a telephone wire

Ask me, baby, why I’m sad
You been out all night, know you been bad
Don’t tell me different, know it’s a lie
Come kill me, honey, see how I cry

Why must you hurt me, do what you do
Listen here, girl, can’t you see I love you
Make a little effort, try to be true
I’ll be happy, not so blue

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Your nose is longer than a telephone wire

If you keep on tellin’ me those lies
Still goin’ out with other guys
There’ll come a day I’ll be gone
Take my advice, won’t be long

When that day comes, won’t be mad
Be free of you, but I’ll still be sad
In spite of your cheatin’, still love you so
I’ll be unhappy if I let you go

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Your nose is longer than a telephone wire

Artist: The Castaways
Album: Nuggets: Original Artyfacts From the First Psychedelic Era 1965-1968 [LP]
Release Date: 1972

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SoTD: Elvis Costello – Beyond Belief

History repeats the old conceits
The glib replies, the same defeats
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues

I’m just the oily slick
On the windup world of the nervous tick
In a very fashionable hovel

I hang around dying to be tortured
You’ll never be alone in the bone orchard
This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel

So in this almost empty gin palace
Through a two-way looking glass
You see your Alice

You know she has no sense
For all your jealousy
In a sense she still smiles very sweetly

Charged with insults and flattery
Her body moves with malice
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous

And now you find you fit this identikit completely
You say you have no secrets?
And then leave discreetly

I might make it California’s fault
Be locked in Geneva’s deepest vault
Just like the canals of Mars and the Great Barrier reef
I come to you beyond belief

My hands were clammy and cunning
She’s been suitably stunning
But I know there’s not a hope in Hades
All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle
So-called gentlemen and ladies
Dog fight like rose and thistle

I’ve got a feeling
I’m going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing
Now I am beyond belief

I’ve got a feeling
I’m going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing
Now I am beyond belief

I’ve got a feeling
I’m going to get a lot of grief…

Artist: Elvis Costello
Album: Imperial Bedroom
Release Date: 1982

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SoTD: Merle Haggard – Rainbow Stew

There’s a big, brown cloud in the city,
And the countryside’s a sin.
An’ the price of life is too high to give up,
Gotta come down again.
When the world wide war is over and done,
And the dream of peace comes true.
We’ll all be drinkin’ free bubble-up,
Eatin’ that rainbow stew.
When they find out how to burn water,
And the gasoline car is gone.
When an airplane flies without any fuel,
And the satellite heats our home.
One of these days when the air clears up,
And the sun comes shinin’ through.
We’ll all be drinkin’ free bubble-up,
An’ eatin’ that rainbow stew.

Eatin’ rainbow stew in a silver spoon,
Underneath that sky of blue.
All be drinkin’ free bubble-up,
An’ eatin’ that rainbow stew.

You don’t have to get high to get happy,
Just think about what’s in store.
When people start doin’ what they oughta be doin’,
Then they won’t be booin’ no more.
When a President goes through the White House door,
An’ does what he says he’ll do.
We’ll all be drinkin’ free bubble-up,
Eatin’ that rainbow stew.

Eatin’ rainbow stew in a silver spoon,
Underneath that sky of blue.
We’ll all be drinkin’ that free bubble-up,
Eatin’ some rainbow stew.

Eatin’ rainbow stew in a silver spoon,
Underneath that sky of blue.
All be drinkin’ that free bubble-up,
Eatin’ rainbow stew.

Artist: Merle Haggard
Album: Rainbow Stew: Live At Anaheim Stadium
Release Date: 1981

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SoTD: Mortal Sin – Every Dog Has Its Day

Stereotype money making machines
Butter wouldn’t melt in their mouth
They got someone punching all the right numbers
Tattooed gimmicks, oh, hear how they scream
Seen on the pages of those corporate glossies
The bullshit that’s churned out of the money making machine
They’re programmed to be the next big thing
I’m telling you all, don’t believe everything that you read

This talent don’t mean a thing
Technology paving the way
Every dog has its day

All monkey see, monkey do
Run it up the flag pole now, see who salutes
The feeble message of their means
Portrayal of some adolescent pop star dream
A shooting star, hit and run
Fed it all with the silver spoon, all hail the chosen one
Corporate music, human feeling left out
Insulting my intelligence every time they open their mouth

This talent don’t mean a thing
Technology paving the way
Every dog has its day

Body guard, credit card
Expense account, why am I missing out?
Maybe I don’t look quite as good, but they all say
Every dog will have its day

They all got the look, clean cut, designer label style
On the cover of every glossy magazine
They’re programmed to be the next big thing
Think for yourself and don’t believe everything that you read, no no no no no

No individuality
Talent lost along the way
Emotionally automated
Blind faith follows their way
Every dog has its day

Artist: Mortal Sin
Album: Every Dog Has Its Day
Release Date: 1991

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SoTD: Steam – Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye

Wooooooooooohoooooooooo! He’s gone, hurray!

—

Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye

He’ll never love you, the way that I love you
‘Cause if he did, no no, he wouldn’t make you cry
He might be thrillin’ baby but a-my love (my love, my love)
So dog-gone willin’
So kiss him (I wanna see you kiss him. Wanna see you kiss him)
Go on and kiss him goodbye, now

Na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye

Listen to me now

He’s never near you to comfort and cheer you
When all those sad tears are fallin’ baby from your eyes
He might be thrillin’ baby but a-my love (my love, my love)
So dog-gone willin’
So kiss him (I wanna see you kiss him. I wanna see you kiss him)
Go on and kiss him goodbye, na-na na-na-na na na

Na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye

Hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye

Artist: Steam
Album: 1970
Release Date: 1970

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