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The Flaming Lips
The Flaming Lips


Background information
Origin Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
Neo-psychedelia
Space Rock
Experimental Rock
Years active 1983—present
Label(s) Restless Records
Associated acts Beck
Mercury Rev
Stardeath and White Dwarfs
Peaches
Steven Burns
Website Website
Members
Wayne Coyne
Michael Ivins
Steven Drozd
Kliph Scurlock
Former members
Ronald Jones
Jonathan Donahue
Mark Coyne
Dave Kostka
Richard English
Nathan Roberts
Jon Mooneyham



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The Flaming Lips Album


Hear It Is (1986)
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Summertime Blues
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When I walk with you, I feel weird.
When I talk with you, I feel weird.
When I'm standing here, I feel strange.
When you're standing near, I feel strange.

All that I know
Is my mind is blown.
When I'm with you.

When I'm with you. [x5]
When I'm...

When you're touching me, I feel great.
When I'm touching you, hallucinate.
When I'm standing here, I feel strange.
When you're standing near, I feel strange.

All that I know
Is my mind is blown.
When I'm with you.

When I'm with you. [x5]
When I'm...


. . .


In this bogus town we ain't got nothing to do.
Everybody's pretty cool, hate to stoop.
Thinking they're great, some new kind of drug.
They got their wires pulled out, tell ya man they're unplugged.
They're unplugged.

Everybody here is a mental case.
Their eyes are staring out into space.
Try to talk to them and I really get burned.
Nobody's home, I tell ya man they're unplugged.
They're unplugged.

There's too many dumb-fucks.
Man, it really sucks.
Spending all their bucks.
They're all unplugged, in their heads. come on.
In their heads.

Sick

. . .


This is the last song ever written
About trains and brains and rain.
Ain't it a sin?

For these good lyrics,
I have no fears.
They've all got roles and plots and gears,
They have for years.

Train is running around in my brains.
Rain is flowing around in my veins.
Tears are running down my face,
For the last stupid song.

Let's get on board
This scattered brain.
Folks drunk as poets all sound the same,
But don't be afraid.

For this surprise,
If he was with us,
Is that we played this track for you,
And please some tears.

Train is running around in my brains.
Rain iss flowing around in my veins.
Tears are running down my face,
For the last stupid song.


. . .


Well, I never really understood religions,
Except it seems a good reason to kill.
Everybody's got their own conceptions,
And you know, they always will.
These days are needles under my skin.
Jesus shootin' heroin.

If there are priests at your party,
And you're playing cards that are numbered,
And you got no reason to think it,
Until your chances are uncovered.
Tell me that I got to believe in,
Jesus shootin' heroin.

The police in new york city,
Chased a boy, right through the park.
In a case of mistaken identities,
They put a bullet through his heart.

I met mary, on the corner with the streetlights.
She asked me if I'd come up to her room.
I told her that I didn't have no money.
She said she had to leave pretty soon.
I decided that I would go in.
Jesus shootin' heroin.


. . .


My long hair it blows, in the industrial breeze.
My fingernails grow, down to my knees.
The light that's beside me, is just laves of beans.
All that I know, is not what it seems.

Cause I've tried moving out,
But I'm tied to this floor.
It's just like before.

It's the red of the world, that you see with your eyes.
You say that you're happy, when you're wanting to die.
Oh well, it's just like before.
Oh well, it runs in your veins.
Just like before.
It keeps it the same.

Cause I've tried moving out,
But I'm tied to this floor.
It's just like before.

Well, the sun's in the sky, it swings and it sways.
But it don't shine on tuesdays, and it's cloudy all day.
It's just like before.
Oh, when it runs in your veins.
It's just like before.
Nothing will change.

Cause I've tried moving out,
But I'm tied to this floor.
It's just like before.



. . .


She is death,
All of the time.
She is death,
All of the days.

She is death,
And I can't leave
From her trap.

She is death,
All of the time.
She is death,
All of the days.

She is death.
And I can't leave
From her trap.


. . .


The seance has just been told,
The slaughter has just been sold,
To some people who won't get old,
Cause their skin is getting cold.

The room that's in the back,
That's where I lost it all.
In the room that's in the back,
Let's go have a ball.

Cause I'm slipping into the charlie manson blues.
I'm a stupid dressed jesus son.
I'm slipping into the charlie manson blues.
I'm a stupid dressed jesus son.

Head burning up, chain-smoking,
Everybody here is choking.
Shrunken heads are joking,
And new-born skull is broke.

And the room that's in the back,
Is where I lost it all.
In the room that's in the back,
Let's go have a ball.

Cause I'm slipping into the charlie manson blues.
I'm a stupid dressed jesus son.
I'm slipping into the charlie manson blues.
I'm a stupid dressed jesus son.

Cause I'm slipping into the charlie manson blues.
I'm a stupid dressed jesus son.
I'm slipping into the charlie manson blues.
I'm a stupid dressed jesus son.

Whoa, goddammit!
Shit!


. . .


This man was walking, down by the curb,
He had lost his saddle in the mud.
This guy was crying, tears from his eyes,
Part of his body was paralyzed.

I thought it was a dream.
Strangest thing I've seen.
O'er and o'er and over, 'til I think I don't exist.

So I went up to him, and asked him what
He was doing, and who he was.
He said his memory had been dilluted,
He said he once was electrocuted.

I thought it was a dream.
Strangest thing I've seen.
O'er and o'er and over, 'til I think I don't exist.

He said he'd come from pakistan,
Where he was beaten by a policeman.
That's why he walked, a duty crawl.
And acted like he knew it all.

I thought it was a dream.
Strangest thing I've seen.
O'er and o'er and over, 'til I think I don't exist.


. . .


This is an old godzilla flick,
This is an old godzilla flick.
People that you love,
Are never going to say hello again.
And it's only in the movies.

This is an old godzilla flick.
This is an old clint eastwood flick.
People that you love,
Shouldn't take the life out of themselves.
And it's only in the movies.

This is an old godzilla flick.
This is an old godzilla flick.
This is an old godzilla flick.
And no this time I think it's really it.
And it's only in the movies.


. . .


I just don't want them to say,
Oh, it's a beautiful day.
Let's just not talk about the gloom.
Let's all go die in my living-room.

I want to be a movie-star,
And play the part of a man from outer-space.
When we meet, I'll fall in love with you.
And we have sex, but I don't know what to do (what to do).

I want to hear some band play,
A song that sounds just like you look.
And when they play, I'll follow them around,
Cause all I'd do is stare at the sound.

I'd just stare at the sound.
I'd just stare at the sound.
I'd just go.
Come on.
Hey.
What?

All that I know
Is my mind is blown.
When I'm with you.

When I'm with you. [x5]
When I'm...


. . .

Summertime Blues

[No lyrics]

. . .


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