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No Pussy Blues
Grinderman Lyrics


My face is finished, my body's gone
And I can't help but think standin' up here
In all this applause and gazin' down
At all the young and the beautiful
With their questioning eyes
That I must above all things love myself
That I must above all things love myself
That I must above all things love myself

I saw a girl in the crowd
I ran over I shouted out
I asked if I could take her out
But she said that she didn't want to

I changed the sheets on my bed
I combed the hairs across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
That she just didn't want to

I read her Eliot, read her Yeats
I tried my best to stay up late
I fixed the hinges on her gate
But still she just never wanted to

I bought her a dozen snow-white doves
I did her dishes in rubber gloves
I called her honeybee, I called her love
But she just still didn't want to
She just never wants to
Dammit!

I sent her every type of flower
I played a guitar by the hour
I patted her revolting little chihuahua
But still she just didn't want to

I wrote a song with a hundred lines
I picked a bunch of dandelions
I walked her through the trembling pines
But she just even then didn't want to
She just never wants to

I thought I'd try another tack
I drank a litre of cognac
I threw her down upon her back
But she just laughed and said
That she just didn't want to

I thought I'd have another go
I called her my little O
I felt like Marcel Marceau
Must feel when she said
That she just never wanted to
She just didn't want to

I got the no pussy blues
I got the no pussy blues

I got the no pussy blues
Damn, damn, woo

No pussy blues
I got the no pussy blues
I got the no pussy blues
I got the no pussy blues, woo

Yeah, yeah, woo

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Written by: Jim Sclavunos, Nicholas Cave, Warren Ellis, Martin Casey

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IQ.Greece.Company

My face is finished
My body's gone
And I can't help but think
Standing up here in all this applause
And gazing down at all the young and the beautiful
With their questioning eyes
That I must above all things love myself
That I must above all things love myself
That I must above all things love myself

I saw a girl in the crowd
I went over, I shouted out
I asked if I could take her out
But she said that she didn't want to

I changed the sheets on my bed
I combed the hairs across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
That she just didn't want to

I read her Eliot, I read her Yeats
I tried my best to stay up late
I fixed the hinges on her gate
But still she just never wanted to

I bought her a dozen snow white doves
I did her dishes in rubber gloves
I called her Honeybee, I called her love
But she just still didn't want to
She just never wants to ...
DAMN!
-------------------------------

I sent her every type of flower
I played her a guitar by the hour
I petted her revolting little Chihuahua
But still she just didn't want to....

I thought I'd try another tact
I drank a litre of Cognac
I threw her down upon her back
But she just laughed and said she just didn't want to

I thought I'd have another go
I called her my little ho
I felt like Marcel Marceau must feel
But she said she just never wanted to
She just didn't want to ...

I've got the No Pussy Blues!
DAMN!



Tomas Horn


My face is finished, my body's gone.
And I can't help but think standin' up here
in all this applause and gazin' down
at all the young and the beautiful.
With their questioning eyes.
That I must above all things love myself.

I saw a girl in the crowd,
I ran over I shouted out,
I asked if I could take her out,
But she said that she didn't want to.

I changed the sheets on my bed,
I combed the hairs across my head,
I sucked in my gut and still she said
That she just didn't want to.

I read her Eliot, read her Yeats,
I tried my best to stay up late,
I fixed the hinges on her gate,
But still she just never wanted to.

I bought her a dozen snow-white doves,
I did her dishes in rubber gloves,
I called her Honeybee, I called her Love,
But she just still didn't want to.
She just never wants to.
Dammit!

I sent her every type of flower,
I played her guitar by the hour,
I patted her revolting little chihuahua,
But still she just didn't want to.

I wrote a song with a hundred lines,
I picked a bunch of dandelions,
I walked her through the trembling pines,
But she just even then didn't want to.
She just never wants to.

I thought I'd try another tack,
I drank a litre of cognac,
I threw her down upon her back,
But she just laughed and said
that she just didn't want to.

I thought I'd have another go,
I called her mah little O,
I felt like Marcel Marceau
must feel when she said
that she just never wanted to.
She just didn't want to.

I got the no pussy blues.
I got the no pussy blues.

I got the no pussy blues.

I got the no pussy blues.
I got the no pussy blues.
I got the no pussy blues.
I got the no pussy blues.



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pax72

This piece should be kept in the International Bureau of Weights and Measures as the Prototype of Rock'n'Roll

Mark70609

Great comment. On an easy listening channel this would be offensive. I’m glad I like it.

Will Maa

Did I hear The Stooges (wanna be your dog)? or The Velvet Underground (heroine)? Probably not Prototype of Rock&Roll, but certainly a continuation of good old garage punk.

Mick Watts

This comment should be kept in the .... etc etc as the prototype of worthy comments

holimolification

Damn Right!

Attila Levai

Yes! YES! DEFINITELY!

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binkymagnus

this is at the same time one of the most intense and funny songs I've ever heard. The line about the revolting little chihuahua KILLS me!

Slinger Francis

what always kills me too is how he "read her eliot read her yeats", two of like the most intense dudes to write poems ever, of all the ones to choose, like no kidding she doesn't want to.... Nick Cave is fucking hilarious

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Ernesto Lombardo

Spectacular. Also, whoever does the live camerawork and editing over at Later is a master of his craft.

Timoth1983

Millions of people every year try so hard to write the heaviest most intense shit and never even come close to how heavy and intense this song is. Grinderman rules.

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