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Sparklehorse
Sparklehorse


Background information
Origin Richmond, Virginia, U.S.
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Lo-Fi
Years active 1995—2010
Label(s) Astralwerks
Capitol Records
EMI Group
Parlophone Records
Website Website
Members
Mark Linkous
Scott Minor



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Sparklehorse Album


Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot (1995)
1995
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Little Bastard Choo Choo (instrumental)
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Ballad of a Cold Lost Marble (instrumental)
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Waiting for Nothing (vinyl only bonus track)
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A horse, a horse
My kingdom for a horse
Rattling on magnetic fields

Yes, I did use up
The last box of sparklers
Before they went bad
Got wet or decayed

Homecoming queen
Homecoming queen

Teeth what were sharp, is ground down and dumb
My crooked spine becoming more brittle
What once grew straight and tall toward the sun
Is absorbing back down to dirt like a sponge

Homecoming queen
Homecoming queen
Homecoming queen
Homecoming queen

. . .


The parasites will love you when you're dead
La, la, la, la, la
Hiding all the rattles in the bed
La, la, la, la, la

Come crawling in
With bulging eyes
Now I can see
There's a bad moon on the rise

Raking all the gravels from the tracks
La, la, la, la, la
Forget about the daggers in the backs
La, la, la, la, la

Scream cross the lawn
With fire in her hair
Millionaires come tumbling
Down the stairs

A big wind spitting female, rain and teeth
La, la, la, la, la
The dark wolves fell upon me, wools and fleece
La, la, la, la, la

Come crawling in
With bulging eyes
Now I can see
There's a bad moon on the rise

. . .


Ten to one piston
And 292 to five-o-one camshaft
The heads at 2, 214, 181 valves
Bronze cast, they've been bow ported

850 double pumper holley
850 double pumper holley
850 double pumper holley
850 double pumper holley
And a 360 single plane intake

What about your bass guitar?
Same

. . .


Well, shit, yeah

All you've got to do is look in the sky and wish
You might see his face in the clouds or relaxing in a spirit ditch

He's been known to sleep on piles of dry leaves
Abandoned on October lawns
Well sometimes he awakens with spiders on his eyelids

Rainmaker's coming, rainmaker's coming
Rainmaker's coming to soak us with water

Sometimes you feel just like a stone tossed into the deep
All you gotta do is touch a woman's face that's warm with sleep

And he can show up at your, your back door in the deep
Trace him back before he was born
Inquiring about an honest days work for a decent meal

Rainmaker's coming, rainmaker's coming
Rainmaker's coming to soak us with water

Well sometimes he's hitching a ride in a freezer or appears as a mist
He's also been known to introduce himself as a scientist

He could be the retarded son of an old woman with
Seven fingers on each hand
'Cos I know I reckon, he will come when he's beckoned for

Rainmaker's coming, rainmaker's coming
Rainmaker's coming to soak us with water
To soak us with water

. . .


I want my records back and that
Motorcycle gas tank that I spray painted black
The owls have been talking to me
But I'm sworn to secrecy

Woke up in a burnt out basement
Sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch

The moon, it'll rise with a search
Horse laughter, it's dragging pianos to the ocean
If I had a home you'd know it'd be
In a slide trombone

I woke up in a burnt out basement
Sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch

I woke up in a burnt out basement
Sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch

. . .


Just when you've found your way to the boiler room
They come to dig you out with picks and shovels and acetylene torches

I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit
Behind the bony walls of my skull there was playing a lullaby

La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la

We're just trying to be free of our bodies
Our stomachs full of liquor and our lungs full of water

I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit
Behind the bony walls of my skull there was playing a lullaby

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la, la

. . .


You are a car
You are my hospital
I'd walk to hell and back
To see you smile on Saturday

You are a star
You are a sea of air
Play great keyboards
Of horses' teeth on Saturday
On Saturday

I'd like to tell you how I feel
I'll probably keep it 'til Saturday

Oh Saturday, Saturday
Oh Saturday, Saturday
Oh Saturday, Saturday
...

. . .


Saint of barges
Queen of nails
Sparkling drum sets
And murders of crows

Metal teeth of
Carousels
Lighting cigars on
Electric chairs

Buildings are rooks
Nature's a vice
Rattle of diesels
Snakes eating their own tails

Pretty girl, milkin' a cow
Oh yeah
Pretty girl, milkin' a cow
Oh yeah

Pretty girl, milkin' a cow
Oh yeah
Pretty girl, milkin' a cow
Oh

. . .

Little Bastard Choo Choo

[No lyrics]

. . .


Hey little dog, can you fly?
Hey little dog, can you fly?

Hammering the cramps
Hammering the cramps
Hammering the cramps

Hey little car, can you fly?
Hey little car, can you fly?

Hammering the cramps
Hammering the cramps
Hammering the cramps

Hammering the cramps
Hammering the cramps
Hammering the cramps

Captain Howdy's here but
We can't see him
We can't see them

Hammering the cramps
Hammering the cramps

Hammering the cramps
Hammering the cramps
Hammering the cramps

Oh yeah

. . .


We were both standing in your mother's living room
Sweating up a storm in that terrible month of June
And the sweat rolled down your cheek and into your mouth
I knew this must've been a dream
'Cause you're mother would never let me in her house

You are the most beautiful widow
You are the most beautiful widow
You are the most beautiful widow in town

Many years later the glassy month of December
I stood with my hands in my pockets trying to avoid
A shiny wedding portrait, hanging on that old woman's wall
'Cause I knew you'd be wearing a smile, that'd be too painful to look upon

You are the most beautiful widow
I bet you are the most beautiful widow
I bet you are the most beautiful widow in town

. . .


She laid her head on my chest
As the sun burned down the west
There's one thing we still got
This one last dance in this parking lot

Oh yeah, I, I got a heart of darkness
Oh yeah, I, I got a heart of darkness

Then she woke up into the fire
And the flames kept dancing higher
Satan would laugh at her screams
Then she woke up from her dreams

Oh yeah, I, I got a heart of darkness
Oh yeah, I, I got a heart of darkness

. . .

Ballad of a Cold Lost Marble

[No lyrics]

. . .


There's something going on around here
I could not crawl back if I tried
I couldn't wait around, I couldn't wait another second
Something going on around here

I left my baby on the side of the highway
She just couldn't see things my way

Someday I will treat you good
Someday I will treat you fine
Someday I will treat you good
You know I should

Everything that's made is made to decay
Well I'm shrinking bones in the sun
Won't you tell me why that
The beautiful ones are always crazy
She's whispering like mortician now

I left my baby on the side of the road
I left her with a heavy load

Someday I will treat you good
Someday I will treat you fine
Someday I will treat you good
You know I should

Something going on around here
I could not crawl back if I tried
I left my baby on the side of the highway
She just couldn't see things my way

Someday I will treat you good
Someday I will treat you fine
Someday I will treat you good
You know I should

. . .


Sometimes I get so sad
Sometimes you just make me mad

It's a sad and beautiful world
It's a sad and beautiful world

Sometimes I just won't go
Sometimes I can't say no

It's a sad and beautiful world
It's a sad and beautiful world

Sometimes days go speeding past
Sometimes this one seems like the last

It's a sad and beautiful world
It's a sad and beautiful world

. . .


The flowers of evil
You left at my door
Set 'em in a broken glass
And tasted my own blood

Yes your hair looks beautiful today
Gasoline horseys will take us away

They charge forth with fiery manes
And bellies full of clocks
Four ton deaf and dumb
We poor old dogs of God

Yes your hair smells like sunshine today
Gasoline horseys will take us away

. . .


Stayed up all night
With the bugs in the bright
And the air turned cold and black
Turtle trapped on it's back

I'm waiting for nothing
Waiting for nothing
I'm waiting for nothing
I'm waiting for nothing

Rising from the earth
Measuring our worth
And the fog is thick and wet
Gonna get worse I bet

I'm waiting for nothing
Waiting for nothing
I'm waiting for nothing
I'm waiting for nothing

I'm waiting for nothing
I'm waiting for nothing

. . .


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