Members
Kat Bjelland: Guitars & Vocals

Status: Current

Biography
Kat Bjelland is a modern icon. A reluctant one, yes – she’ll argue otherwise – but an icon all the same. Ever since she saw Girlschool ripping it up with Motorhead at the age of sixteen Bjelland has been cranking it up and turning down for no-one. After first playing guitar in a surf band called The Neurotix as a teenager, then inspired by the likes of The Cramps, The Ramones and The Wipers, Kat fronted Babes In Toyland, one of the most significant rock bands to come out of the American underground in the past two decades. Along with the likes of Nirvana, Mudhoney and The Pixies, Babes In Toyland made groundbreaking, empowering music on their terms. Indeed, one of Kat’s brief pre-Babes bands Sugar Babylon featured Courtney Love and Jennifer Finch, later of Hole and L7 respectively.

Having formed in Minneapolis in 1987, Babes In Toyland debuted for Sub Pop, their music resolutely pro-female from the get-go, yet without ever resorting to clichéd feminist dogma. True female voices were struggling to be heard amongst the hairy, hoary rock pigs littering the arse-end of the 80’s but Babes In Toyland changed all that.

Debut release ‘Spanking Machine’ locked down the Bjelland sound: all venomous vocals, serrated guitars and bilious punk fury. This in a time when Paula Abdul was about as challenging as it got. Stylistically, Kat contributed more than most too: her unique ‘kinderwhore’ look of thrift-store baby doll dresses and garish smeared lipstick a huge influence on what was soon to be termed grunge.

With the further releases of ‘To Mother’ (1990), ‘Fonatelle’ (1992), ‘Painkillers’ (1993) and ‘Nemesisters’ (1995), Babes established themselves as leaders and not followers, played some memorable headline appearances on the Lollapalooza tour, built an almost disturbingly loyal fanbase and notched up one million record sales. More importantly, Bjelland had started fires. Leading exponents of the burgeoning Riot Grrl scene like Bikini Kill, Bratmobile and Sleater-Kinney all name checked her as a major inspiration. Rather than sticking to a winning formula though, Kat Bjelland eschewed the easy corporate rock option and let her punk rock roots grow through. Her work here was done. “At the very least we blew the door open for other people…”

Katastrophy Wife debuted in 2002 with the critically acclaimed ‘Amusia’ which also saw a welcome return for Bjelland to the Reading Festival. An early line up change saw Brits bassist Andrew Parker, drummer Darren Donovan, formerly of doom merchants Sally and grindcore mob Mistress (Bjelland had previously worked with both on noise project Lash Frenzy) and Vanessa White, former guitarist of Twist, all join up.

The result of this new union is second Katastrophy Wife album ‘All Kneel’, recorded fast and raw – just what the songs demand. This is fuzzed-up, highly-strung rock that careers like a juggernaut, make no mistake, each lyric barbed and venom-tipped. In Kat’s own words “the first half is full of the rocking singles-type songs, the second half for the weirdo stoner rock people”. The album also includes ‘Layne to Rest’, Kat’s tribute to late Alice In Chains frontman and former Lollapalooza “party partner” Layne Staley and lead single ‘Liberty Belle’ that’s already clocked up a KKKK review from Kerrang! and heavy play on Radio 1, MTV2, etc.

It was to Kat Bjelland that old friend Courtney Love recently turned when she announced her new, short-lived punk band, Bastard. “It seemed too conceptualised, like she’d spent too much time thinking about how a band should be,” says Kat. “Courtney and I make great music together, there’s a good spark there, but let’s say our personalities would not have been a great mix at that time.”

Citing the likes of Yeah Yeah Yeah’s, White Stripes (“Most of these hyped bands are really great!”) and her old blues records as her current preferred listening, clearly Katastrophy Wife is a band born out of artistic necessity, a love of volume and a desire to fuck things shit up! Bjelland may now be a mother but settling down to total normality after twenty years of playing just isn’t an option.

“I don’t care much about the money or record sales, so long as the music is good,” laughs Kat, shunning the notion that being the figurehead of a generation of women – and men – was commercially rewarding. “I think Babes got paid, like, once. Granted it was a big payment but when we signed a deal, thankfully it was never about the money. I’m not so good at accepting that I’m in any way influential…but I guess it is a supercool compliment when people say that to me. I’m just happy that guitar rock is around again, something soulful to cling to.”

Kat has since decided to go solo with Katastrophy Wife and is currently writing new songs in her basement.

Ben Myers March 2004 (updated by K.Saarikko)

Previous Members
Brendan Parkes: Guitars
Darren Donovan: Drums
Vanessa White: Guitars
Andrew Parker: Bass
Glen Mattson: Drums
Keith St Louis: Bass

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Lyrics
-ALL KNEEL-
LIBERTY BELLE
MONEY SHOT
SWEETHEART
BLUE VALIANT
EMIT TIME
ICECREAM & CIGARETTES
BABYDOLL
BABYDOLL (unofficial)
STREGASCREE
NO THING
LAYNE TO REST

-AMUSIA-
GONE AWAY
BOOMERANG DOLL
GIT GO
ROSACEA
PRETTY CAR
ANATHEMA
KNIFE FIGHT
HAUNTED
WINDOW
WIDDERSHINS

-B-SIDE LYRICS-
HAPPY PICK UP TRUCK
BUSIEST SHOPPING DAY OF THE YEAR
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

GONE AWAY
I KNOW THERE WILL BE A DAY
I WILL SEEM SO FAR AWAY
YOU ALL LOVE TO HAVE YOUR SAY
I DON'T MIND I'VE GONE AWAY

THIS TIME IT'S A LIFETIME
PROPHECY SIGN ON THE TIMES
AND I HEAR AND I SEE AND I'M
QUITE AWARE
I KNOW GUILTY PLEASURE IS
A TREASURE I ADORE
THAT'S WHY I ADORE YOU
I ABHOR YOU EITHER WAY

I HAVE FOUND A PERFECT WAY
TO DRINK MY THINKING
DAZE AWAY
YOU ALL LOVE TO HAVE YOUR SAY
I DON'T MIND IM GONE AWAY

LIVING AS A FAVOUR FOR THE
NEIGHBOUR'S GUILTY WIFE
BURNING LIKE A BLISTER ON THE
FINGER OF YOUR LIFE
PICTURE OF THE SINGER A
DEAD RINGER AND THE WIFE
LIVE THROUGH THIS ENCOUNTER
COUNTING FINGERS HIS DEMISE

YOU WILL SEEM SO FAR AWAY

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  LIBERTY BELLE By Kat Bjelland

HIS HEAD LIKE A LIBERTY BELL
BIG CRACKED READY TO SWELL
THROW YOUR THOUGHTS TO THE WISHING WELL
WISH YOU WELL YOU'RE GOIN' TA HELL

HE SAID......LIBERTY BELLE
SHE SAID...WELL I WISH YOU WELL
HE SAID.....WE'RE GOIN' TA HELL
SHE SAID...

JACK AND JILL WENT DOWN THE HILL
AND THEY TOOK THE PILLS THAT THEIR MAMA SPILLED
LOVE TO SWILL WHAT THEY SPILL
I LOVE YOU CUZ I AM ILL

HE SAID...LIBERTY BELLE
SHE SAID...WELL I WISH YOU WELL
HE SAID.....WE'RE GOIN' TA HELL
SHE SAID.....

1, 2, 3, 4, ON THE FLOOR
AND YOU LOOK JUST LIKE MY MOTHER'S WHORE
TORN BETWEEN THE BIGGEST SCORE
I LOVE YOU CUZ YOU ARE POOR

HE SAID...LIBERTY BELLE
SHE SAID...WELL I WISH YOU WELL
HE SAID....WE'RE BETTER OFF DEAD
SHE SAID...

HER HEAD LIKE A LIBERTY BELL
BIG CRACKED READY TO SWELL
THOUGH YOU SELL TO THE WISHING WELL
WHEN YOU TAKE LIBERTY WITH A LIBERTY GAL

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  MONEY SHOT By Kat Bjelland

I KNOW IT TAKES A LOT TO HIT THE HOT SPOT G-SPOT MONEY SHOT
JUST CALL MY HOT-ASS PHONE CUZ I'M AT 1-800- ALL-ALONE

YOU'VE GOT THOSE NICE BIG EYES
ALTHOUGH YOU ACT BLIND I STILL KNOW YOUR KIND
I KNOW A FILTHY MIND LOVES
THE FRENZY OF A NICE TIGHT BIND

I'LL BE...SO SWEET
TREAT ME...SICKLY

I FELL YOUR WEAKENED KNEES
WELL IN THE NEXT WORLD WILL YOU STAND UP PLEASE
I KNOW YOU'RE WOULD UP TIGHT
BUT I CAN TEAR YOU LOOSE IN JUST ONE NIGHT

I'LL BE...SO SWEET
TREAT ME...SICKLY

I KNOW IT TAKES ALOT TO HIT THE RIGHT SPOT G-SPOT MONEY SHOT
JUST CALL MY HOT-ASS PHONE CUZ I'M AT 1-800-ALL-ALONE

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  SWEETHEART By Kat Bjelland

SWEETHEART... WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE
SO GOOD THE DEVIL EVEN GOT HIS START
HOT-CROTCH OUT FOR A NIGHTS WALK
TALK LOTS.. NEVER DID WITH YOU
GOOD GOD I HAD THE GUTS TO
SO GLAD I FINALLY GOT TO FUCK WITH YOU
SWEETHEART...WHAT DID IT FEEL LIKE
SO GOOD THE DEVIL EVEN GOT A START

I HAVE SECRET-SECRETS
3 9's BENT ON COMIN' THROUGH
9 LIVES COME TO FOLLOW YOU
STAND IN BACK JUST TO GET IN FRONT OF YOU
MY MAN HE IS A MEXICAN
HE IS JUST WAS MY ONLY FRIEND
YOU HAVE THE NEED TO APPREHEND ME
ALTHOUGH YOU HAVE " NO COMPRENDE"

SWEETHEART...WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE
SO GOOD THE DEVIL EVEN HIS START
HOT-CROTCH OUT FOR A NIGHTS WALK
TALK LOTS... NEVER DID WITH YOU
GOOD GOD I HAD THE GUTS TO
SO GLAD I FINALLY GOT TO FUCK WITH YOU
SWEETHEART..WHAT DID IT FEEL LIKE
SO GOOD THE DEVIL EVEN GOT A PART

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  BLUE VALIANT By Kat Bjelland

I FEEL ON FIRE
LIKE I NEVER HAVE BEFORE
YOUR BABY'S TIRED
HE'S LICKIN' AT MY FLOOR
I'LL OPEN MY....
MYOPIA FOR YOU
COLD FINAL HOUR
MY LOVE IS IN A-MUSE

I CAN HEAR YOU CRYING
IF YOU WANT I'LL WATCH YOU DIE
WE COULD BE SURVIVING
AND THE TIME WOULD PASS US BY

RETINA-SCRYER
SHE (W)ROTE IT IN AMORE'
BLUE VALIANT POWER
YOUR VALOR IN AC(CHORD)
I'LL OPEN MY...
MYOPIA FOR YOU
(L's)ONELY TOWER
YOU'RE SUFFERIN' A FOOL

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  EMIT TIME By Kat Bjelland

TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME
YEAH U-HUH SPENDIN' MY TIME
THINKING ALL THE TIME WISHIN' YOU WERE MINE
MAYBE JUST A HEADLINE
TAKE ALL MY TIME
IF I HAD A DIME
FOR EVERY SINGLE TIME THAT WISHIN' YOU WERE MINE
FEEL SO FELINE
DOIN' ALL THE TIME
CUZ I LOVE THE CRIME-CRIME
EVERY SINGLE CRIME
BREATHE A HEAVY SIGH
ASK MYSELF.. WHY OH WHY OH WHY! WHY ! WHY!

WHEN YOU GROW A SPINE
GIVE YOU ALL MY TIME
WISHIN' YOU WERE MINE
HERE AND THERE A WHITE LIE
DRINKIN' TOO MUCH WINE
SPITTIN' OUT THE STRYCHNINE
THINKIN' THAT YOU WERE MINE
BUT IT'S JUST A BIG LIE

IF I AM ALLOWED
IF I OWN A NEXT TRY
MAYBE IN NEXT LIFE
THEN YOU'LL GET THE END RIGHT
ONLY FOR THE LAST NIGHT
LOOKIN' FOR A SIGN THAT SAYS YOU'RE SO INCLINED
TO SEE ME THROUGH THIS BIND

LOOKIN FOR A SIGN
THAT SAYS YOU'RE SO INCLINED
SEE ME THROUGH THIS BIND
LOVE YOU ALL THE TIME
IF YOU'RE SO INCLINED...
SEE ME THROUGH THIS BIND...

TIME TIME TIME TIME EVERY SINGLE
WOW YOU'RE SO BLIND!
YOU'LL NEVER SEE
NEVER SEE MY SON SHINE
STUNNED BY MY HEADLIGHTS
OH I HAD FORESIGHT
IF I HAVE A TRY
MAYBE IN THE NEXT LIFE
THEN YOU'LL GET THE END RIGHT

IF ONLY FOR THE LAST NIGHT
DRINK UP ALL THE STRYCHNINE

BABYLON AND ON AND ON ABOUT TIME....
YOU HAVE TO
EMIT- TIME

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  ICE-CREAM & CIGARETTES By Kat Bjelland

I LOVE THE GARBAGE BUT I SOMETIMES MISS THE RAIN
I SAID DON'T LOOK BACK...
PEOPLE NEVER CHANGE

I KEEP STUBBING MY TOES
DIGGING THROUGH GARBAGE FOR CLOTHES
INSPIRATION SLEEPS IN SQUALOR'S BED
HE BRINGS ME ICECREAM & CIGARETTES
AND TAKES AWAY MY BREATH
ICECREAM & CIGARETTES...

THIS ONE'S THE ONE
THIS IS THE ONLY ONE
THIS ONE'S THE ONE

NOW GET THIS STRAIGHT
WELL I WON'T WAIT

INSPIRATION SLEEPS IN SQUALOR'S BED

HE BRINGS ME ICECREAM & CIGARETTES
AND TAKES AWAY MY BREATH
ICECREAM & CIGARETTES

THIS ONE'S THE ONE
THIS IS THE ONLY ONE
THIS ONE'S THE ONE

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  BABYDOLL By Kat Bjelland

BURN IT UP
MAKE IT HOT
MARY BELL
SNAP HER LEGS IN TWO
THROUGH WITH YOU
BABY DOLL

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  STREGASCREE

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  NO THING By Kat Bjelland

I HAVE THING AND YOU HAVE NO-THING
NOW THAT I'M BAD
I'LL BE YOUR ALL OR NOTHING
NOT THAT YOU'RE SAD

I CAN HARDLY WAIT
TO WIPE YOU OUT FOR GOOD
SO TAKE THIS GOOD ADVICE
YOUR FRIENDS ALL PAY YOUR PRICE

I HAVE THING AND YOU HAVE NO-THING
NOW THAT I'M MAD
I'LL BE YOU ALL OR NOTHING
NOW THAT YOU SAD

I CAN HARDLY WAIT
TO WIPE YOU OUT FOR GOOD
SO TAKE THIS GOOD ADVICE
YOUR FRIENDS ALL PAY YOUR PRICE

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  LAYNE TO REST By Kat Bjelland

MOTHER'S DEAD...HURTS MY HEAD
DOCTOR SAID..TAKE MORE MEDS

I KNOW THINGS LOOK BRIGHTER ON THE OTHERSIDE
I KNOW I'D FEEL QUITE LIGHTER ON THE OTHERSIDE
I WANT TO GO AWAY BECAUSE MY FRIENDS ARE ALL DEAD THERE
I WANT TO SING THEM SONGS BECAUSE MY HEART'S BEYOND REPAIR

LAYNE IS DEAD
FAILED THE TEST
LIFE'S A MESS
BE MY GUEST

I WANT TO FEEL THE PAIN OF ME SCREAMING IN YOUR EARS
I WANT TO SEE YOUR FEAR AS I BRING YOU FAR TOO NEAR
I WANT TO FEEL THE WEIGHT OF ME PUSHING YOU TOO FAR
I WANT THE FRENZIED HEAT OF ME BURNING ON YOUR CAR

ALICE SAID...EAT YR. HEAD
CHAINED TO MED'S
KILLS LAYNE DEAD
MOTHER'S DEAD...HURTS MY HEAD
DOCTOR SAID..NO MORE MED'S
LAIN TO REST
FAILED THE TEST
LIFE'S THE MESS
BE MY GUEST

LAYNE IS DEAD
FAILED THE TEST
LIFE'S A MESS

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  KNIFE FIGHT

WHEN IS SAW YOU LAST NIGHTM
WHAT I SAW WAS NOT RIGHT
WHEN THEY SAID YOU
WERE GONE
IIT DID NOT TAKE ME SO LONG
REMEMBERED I WAS ALONG
WOULDN'T LEAVE YOU ALONE
BUT THE MOON WAS NOT RIGHT
WE BROKE INTO A
KNIFE FIGHT
THOUGH I PONDERED IT MORE
IT WOULD NOT RAISE YOU FROM
THE FLOOR
HOW I LOVED YOU LAST NIGHT
HOW I TUCKED YOU IN FAR
TOO TIGHT
I COULD NOT LET YOU GO
KNOWING THINGS THAT I KNOW
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT
WHEN I KILLED YOU
LAST NIGHT

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  HAPPY PICK-UP TRUCK

HAPPY PICK-UP TRUCK
SIRHAN HE WISH YOU LUCK
AGE-OLD LIKE THE KITCHEN SINK
HI-JINXED BORN BRED ON THE BRINK

HAPPY PICK-UP TRUCK
RAN OVER MY YELLOW DUCK
I"LL GET YOU IN THE END MY FRIEND
WHERE THE CROSSROAD MEETS, WHERE THE PSYCHIC'S-BEEN(D)

SADIE. NAME-GAP TRUK
PSYCHIC-CROSSFIRE FUCK YOU TRUK
MY MIND('S-IN) ON EVERY TIME
DE-(A)RRANGE MY RHYMES IN THE SECOND LINE YEAH

HAPPY PICK-UP TRUCK
SURD OHM I WISH YOU LUCK
AGE-OLD LIKE THE KITCHEN SINK
HI--JINX BLOOD- RED ON THE BRINK

HAPPY PICK-UP TRUCK
RAN OVER MY PSYCHIC LUCK
I'LL GET YOU IN THE END MY FRIEND
WHERE THE CROSSROADS MEET
WHERE THE PSYCHIC'S BEEN(D) HELL

HAUNTED I SEE AN UNREAL LIGHT
I KNOW AN UNREAL LIGHT
I AM AN UNREAL LIGHT
HAUNTED......

I FEEL AN UNREAL FLIGHT
I SEE AN UNREAL FLIGHT
I FIGHT A SURREAL FIGHT
I AM AN UNREAL FLIGHT
HAUNTED.....

...
I HEARD THEE UNREELED LIE
I AM AN UN-REAL LIFE
I HAVE THEE UNHEALED SIGHT
HAUNTED......

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  WINDOW

STARING OUT THE WINDOW YOU LOSE YOURSELF
YOU LOSE YOURSELF
.NO-ONE ELSE
STANDING IN THE CORNER YOU'RE OUT OF PLACE
YOU'RE OUT OF PLACE
OUTERSPACE
YOU'RE OUTERSPACE
FELL FROM GRACE

YOU'RE FAR...FAR..AWAY
AND IT'S FAR...FAR...AND AWAY

SCREAMING OUT THE WINDOW YOU LOSE YOUR BREATH
YOU LOSE YOUR BREATH
NEED A REST
YOU NEED A REST
WELCOME DEATH

YOU'RE FAR FAR AND AWAY
PHAROAH-WAY

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  ROSASCEA

PRETENDING I'M BLIND IN THE BACK OF MY MIND
I HAVE EYES THERE
PERMANENT SPENT NEON-MIND GLOWING BENT
LIKE A CHURCH FAIR
I'TS ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU CRY
THOUGH YOU REPENT IT MAKES LESS THAN A DENT
IN THE REPAIR

IT GOES ALL
IT WAS AL-LAH
IT WAS ALL-LIVE-R
ALL OVER

THOUGH YOUR ABSOLVED FROM THE RIDDLE YOU'VE SOLVED
ALL OR NOTHING
USED MORE THAN TWICE BY THE SUCCUBUS VICE
WHILE YOU'RE SLEEPING
IT'S ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU SIGH
BELIEVE WHAT I SAY CAUSE IT'S HIDDEN AWAY
IN THE MEANING

IT WAS ALL LOW
IT WAS A LOVE
A LOVER
ALL OVER

ONCE WAS A- MUSE SYSTEM-CASTE BROKEN USED TO AMUSIA
FOUND IN A-MAZE-MEANT I'M LOST IN THE PHRASE
OF APHASIA
IT'S ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU CRY
ALL THAT I SAY IS THE FINAL ACT PLAY
IN DEMENTIA

HALLOW
IT WAS HALO
HOLLOW
IT WAS ALL OVER

MY ROSACEA
FALL AWAY MY LIFE
FALLOW WANES MY LIGHT
FOLLOW WAIL MY LINES

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  GIT GO

NEVER THOUGHT I HAD TO TAKE IT
NEVER FELT THE NEED TO FAKE IT
NEVER FELT THE NEED TRY
ALL THE SHIT
YOU PULL
I NEVER HAD YOUR KNOW-HOW
I NEVER HAD YOUR GIT-GO
I HAD YOU FIGURED FROM THE
GIT-GO
AND HOW DO YOU GET OVER
NEVER FELT THE NEED TO FOLLOW
INSIGHT OF THOSE WHO'S SIGHT IS SHALLOW
I NEVER KISSED THE
ASS OF CASH
BUT THEN
AGAIN...
I NEVER HAD YOUR KNOW HOW
I NEVER HAD YOUR
GIT-GO
I HAD YOU FIGURED FROM THE GIT-GO
AND HOW DO YOU GET OVER
AH-AH AAH AH AH-AH AAH AH
AH AH AAH AH AH AH AAH
UUH!
NEVER THOUGHT I HAD TO TAKEIT
NEVER FELT I HAD TO FAKE IT
NEVER FELT THE NEED TO TRY
ALL THE SHIT
YOU PULL
BUT THEN
AGAIN....
I NEVER HAD YOU GIT-GO
I NEVER HAD YOU'RE KNOW HOW
I HAD YOU FIGURED FROM THE GIT-GO
AND HOW DO YOU GET OVER
I HAD YOU FIGURED FROM THE GIT-GO
AND HOW DO YOU GET OVER
NOW THAT YOU'VE
BLOWN
YOUR COVER
THE
TRUTH
IS
never really
OVER

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  BOOMERANG DOLL

SAW BOOMERANG DOLL AT THE HILLBILLY BALL
ON PLASTIC MATRESS SAT A GAL ALL MADE OF STRAW

L.(ONLY) L.(ONLY)
ELLE LONELY ELLE LONELY
LONELY

SHE SNAPPED LIKE MATCHSTICKS
AND SHE SPIT OUT CRACKER DRAWL
ALL THAT SHE LACKS IS
ARE THE BONES TO BREAK HER FALL

I'VE GOT YOUR SPINE FILED RIGHT IN LINE WITH YOUR PLASTIC SKIN REFINED
I SAW THE EMPRESS' DRESS AND IN THE PAST SHE PAST AS FINE

(L..) ONLY L..ONLY L..ONLY
ELLE LONELY ELLE LONELY
LONLEY

OLD VOODOO RAG DOLL A PINNED UP ON THE WALL
HER CRYSTAL BALL GLASS EYE ARE AT HER BECK AND CALL
HER SMILE SARCASTIC SPRINGS WIRED TO HER JAW
ON PLASTIC MATRESS BURNED THE GIRL ALL MADE OF STRAW

I GOT YOUR SPINE FILED RIGHT IN LINE WITH YOUR PLASTIC SKIN REFINED
I SAW THE EMPERESS' DRESS AND IN THE PAST SHE PASSED AS FINE
I GOT YOUR SPINE FILED RIGHT IN LINE WITH YOUR PLASTIC SKIN REFINED
I SAW THE EMPERESS' DRESS AND IN THE PAST SHE PASSED US FINE

I SAW THE EMPRESS' DRESS
I SAW HER NAKEDNESS
I SAW THE EMPERESS
I SAW HER NAKEDNESS
AND I SEZ...
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
I SAW HER
IN HER NAKEDNESS
I SAW HER
IMP-PURR -ESSED I SAW HER
TEST-DOLL MESS
I WAS HER
YEAH! YEAH!YEAH!YEAH!YEAH!

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  PRETTY CAR

IN A PRETTY CAR
YOU'RE THE STAR
SEE YOU FALL
IN ALL THE BARS
WHEN WE'RE APART
IT HURTS MY HEART
IN A PRETTY CAR
YOU'RE THE STAR

LIKE A DAGGER THROUGH HEART
YOUR LIKE A DAGGER THROUGH MY HEART
ANOTHER DAGGER THROUGH YOUR HEART

IN A PRETTY CAR
YOUR A STAR
SEE YOU FALL
IN ALL THE BARS
WHEN WE'RE APART
IT HURTS MY HEART
IN A PRETTY CAR
WE'RE ALL STARS

LIKE A DAGGER THROUGH YOUR HEART
I AM THE DAGGER THROUGH YOUR HEART
ANOTHER DAGGER THROUGH YOUR HEART
DRIVE AWAY IN YOUR PRETTY CAR

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  ANATHEMA

WAIT.... HAVE YOU GONE INSANE
THIS IS JUST WHAT, JUST WHAT IT FEELS LIKE
WAIT HAVE YOU GONE INSANE
THIS IS JUST WHAT, JUST WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE
WAIT HAVE YOU GONE INSANE....
THIS IS JUST WHAT, JUST WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE

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  WIDDERSHINS

I HAVE ELECTRICAL OCURRANCES
ELECTRO-MAGNET
DOORS BLOWN OPEN
CRAFT IS BURNT OUT

HER NAME IS VIOLET LIKE THE WAY-(WARD )IT GOES
O'ER THE CROOKED FINGER ROAD SO DREAM LIKE HOW THEY LOOK AND SEE ONLY THIS TIME THEY WERE STARING AT ME
AN ELABORATE SERIES OF STRAP-ON WIRES
ONTO YOUR SKULL RECORD TO PAPER OR NEW FORMAT
YOUR THOUGHT DREAMS RECORDED INSTANTANEOUS ART FORM
AN ELABORATE SYSTEM
CAPTURED WITHOUT TIME TO EVALUATE OR RE-THINK TIME FOR INTERPRETATION
STRAIGHT FROM THE HORSES HEAD.STRANGULATE PEARL FOR
YOUR THE PRETTIEST OF ALL THE GIRLS LIE LIE STICK EVERY PIECE OF GARBAGE IN MY EYE
SURPRISE A SIGN.. THE SCRYER SIGHS
SMALL TIME CRYER. YOU RUBBED OUT HER WIRE- EYES.
WIDDERSHINS
HO........ HUM
BAR.................
........ .SCUM

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  BUSIEST SHOPPING DAY OF THE YEAR

SO THERE'S THIS GUY COMES INTO MY WORK
AND HE SAYS HIS NAME IS PARIS
I GUESS HIS PARENTS THOUGHT HE SHOULD
BE ALL CULTURAL
SO HE GOES "IS THIS REAL BUTTER?"
HE STICKS HIS FINGER IN HE GOES..
"MAKE SURE IT'S REAL BUTTER, TAKE IT BACK TO THE COOK."
I SAID "OF COURSE IT'S BUTTER YOU MOTHER FUCKER"
I BRING IT BACK AND HE STICKS HIS FINGER IN AGAIN
AND GOES "OH, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT BUTTER"
AND I GO "I SAW YOU IN THE PAPER THE OTHER DAY"
"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? YOU'RE A WIFE BEATER"

SO I SEE THIS ARTICLE IN THE PAPER
I THINK IT'S CALLED THE NORTHEASTER
AND THERE SURE AS SHIT THERE'S HIS NAME
SAW HIM ON THE FREEWAY THE OTHER DAY
THESE WITNESSES ...
BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF HIS WIFE
MR. BUTTER BATTERER I CAN'T BELIEVE
IT'S NOT BUTTER MOTHER FUCKER
TELLING ME TO CHECK THE BUTTER
WHILE HE'S THINKING ABOUT
BEATING HIS WIFE

groannnn.........

THOSE S.U.V- S.O.B'S
YOU KNOW THE TYPE...THEY COME IN
AND IT'S ALL THE SAME

HE CAME BACK AGAIN
HE CAME BACK ONE MORE TIME
AND SAID "OH, YOU'RE SO SPECIAL"
AND I SAID "I'M SPECIAL, SO SPECIAL"
LIKE "BRASS IN POCKET"
"I'll SHOW YOU 'BRASS IN POCKET"
I'LL SHOW YOU
I'LL SHOW YOU BRASS
I'LL SHOW YOU

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  BABYDOLL (unofficial)

I've got a few things to tell
and it would just put you in the 'special hell'
Another cunt, another broad she loves
A girls life in the prison's not that tough/void (?)
She's got the skincare of the white, white girl
Perfect skin, cause of cinnamon infants head,
but then... I love you're stinking violets
They would gratify my bubblegum, virgin skin...

I've got special seed because
The girls disappear after five bad years
because when something thats inside you dies,
Do what you want...
but you'll want to be dead by then
Yeah, never give them diamonds in the womb
I'll give you weals that were just like the ones you said
I'll keep my slit veins, slipping the fingers in
but god, you want me big, in a big holed spin

Yeah Yeah Yeah - burn it up
Make me hot, Mary Bell
Snap her neck in two
Through with you... baby doll

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