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Foo Fighters
Foo Fighters


Background information
Origin Seattle, Washington, U.S.A.
Genre(s) Post-Grunge
Alternative Rock
Hard Rock
Years active 1995—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Capitol Records
Associated acts Sunny Day Real Estate
Queens of the Stone Age
Them Crooked Vultures
Nirvana
Probot
The Fire Theft
Taylor Hawkins and the Coattail Riders
Website Website
Members
Dave Grohl
Nate Mendel
Taylor Hawkins
Chris Shiflett
Former members
Pat Smear
William Goldsmith
Franz Stahl



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Foo Fighters Album


Late! - Pocketwatch (1992)
1992
1.
Pokey The Little Pupp (Instrumental)
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8.
9.
Bruce (Instrumental)
10.
. . .

Pokey The Little Pupp

[No lyrics]

. . .



Shut your mouth for the winter
If your boyfriend listens
Were building a relation
For the music shakes it

There's that song again
There's that song again
There's that song again
There's that song again...

How come I could not cheat
If you're a colorful lover
I don't mind being one of them
I don't mind my, big deal

It's been thrown away again
It's been thrown away again
It's been thrown away again
It's been thrown away again...

. . .



he needs a quiet room
with a lock to keep him
in its just a quiet room
and he's there
he plays an old guitar
with a coin found by the phone
it was his friends guitar
that he played
hmm mmm mmm
he's never been in love
but he knows just what love is
he says never mind
and no one speaks
he thinks he drinks too much
cause when he tells his two best friends
I think I drink too much
no one speaks
no one speaks
no one speaks
hmm hmm mmm mmm mmm hmm hmm mmm
he plays an old guitar
with a coin found by the phone
it was his friends guitar
that he played
when he plays
no one speaks
no one speaks
and he plays
no one speaks


. . .



what's there at the door that changed my life
without a simple reason why
feel another afternoon
split my poor broken heart in two
it's not a friend that you and I
throwing needles at the sky
march with friends that's you today
put them on and walked away

I walked away
I walked away
I walked away

you laughed the while you kissed my head
talk about the time we spent
picking arms up from the sand
sure to never never land
in the middle of my story
fuel the bed to keep you warm
lie around and beat my head
feed the cactus, I'm instead

get lost instead
get lost instead
get lost instead

the end....
the end....
the end!

. . .



so we were in Amsterdam
and we were staying at this guy
Toss's house
good friend of ours
uhh
its kinda in the middle of the city
we were just finished with our
second European tour
and everything was going pretty good
Skeeter, he met this girl that lived
next door to Toss's
and within a couple of weeks he started
living with her, you know?
and I guess she had a lot of money or something
cause she was constantly buying him clothes
and getting him lots of stuff and loading him
with money, you know?
He was constantly going to the coffee shop
always getting the best herb and the best
hash, you know?
he was in good shape
she was really good looking, she was
really cool
I, I don't think he'd ever met her before
but she had, you know, other boyfriends I suppose
so I'm sitting on the couch, you know, in
Toss's apartment
and I'm reading, you know, maximum rock and
roll or flip side
one of those punk things
and I heard Skeeter come in
and he came in and he had all these really
nice clothes on
she bought him all this stuff
she like bought him cologne
he was really really smelling good, you know
he looked good too
you know he came in and put his herb
on the table and, whatever
I'm just reading my little punk magazine
not really paying attention
and then he says, uh, he says hey Dave
and I look up
and he's standing there with his dick
in his hand
and he's kinda got it like lifted up so
he's looking at the head of his dick
he kinda pointed it at me
I didn't know what to think
he said does that look like pus to you
I said no I think its lint

. . .



He's there in case I want it all
He's there cause I want
He's scared cause I want it all
He's there cause I want

All in all the clock is slow
Six color pictures all in a row
Of a marigold

. . .



blew it all away
blew it all away
living green and gray
blew it all away

read to past the time
sappy open line, turns to yours and mine
read to past the time..

you and I in hells garden
hells garden the way it used to work
I'm in hells gard, hells gard, pay to watch em' burn
I'm in hells gard, hells gard, wait another turn
I'm in hells gard, hells gard, will be true the world

blew it all away
blew it all away
living green and gray
blew it all away

you and I in hells garden
hells garden the way it used to work
I'm in hells gard, hells gard, pay to watch em' burn
I'm in hells gard, hells gard, will be true the world
I'm in hells gard, hells gard, wait another turn
I'm in hells gard, hells gard, wait it all the world
I'm in hells gard, hells gard, will be true the world
I'm in hells gard, hells gard, wait it all the world

. . .



able bodied, chew the word
cop to plenty, sell the tour
split the moment, seal the sheet
take the hemlock, beg to see

feed the lawn from the palms of their hands

never holding, to a pole
winnebago, we were one
hold in wonder, spoke and wheel
she divorces, party zeal

daddy loves little son, no demand

able bodied, chew the word
cop to plenty, sell the tour
split the moment, seal the sheet
take the hemlock, beg to see

crawl along, lookin'up 'til you stand

. . .

Bruce (Instrumental)

[No lyrics]

. . .



if I share powdered milk with you
I glue a picture to the chair
spit and butter from the plate that broke a week ago

Gather Round'
Gather Round'
Gather Round'

a father scolds his little boy
for trading secrets with a girl
he turns and kicks the neighbors dog into the other yard

Gather Round'
Gather Round'
Gather Round'

for Marys homeless people in the cardboard church
beneath the ramp fire is left for anyone to blame until.....

Gather Round'
Gather Round'
Gather Round'

. . .


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