Iggy ignited atter

SMADDERGOD ny plade med den lykkeligvis lyslevende HERO Iggy Pop, Post Pop Depression!

Det er selvfølgelig "Gardenia", jeg synger af mine lungers kraft, når jeg cykler ned ad den lille bakke på Tranegårdsvej, men min yndlings-PASSAGE er klart nok den improviserede, sublimt aggressive opsang, der afslutter den sidste sang, "Paraguay" (partner på pladen Josh Homme: "Then I had this other part, like a slave chant, and all of a sudden he starts talking over it. We only played it five times, and he had five different rants (...) I was like "Did you just tell whoever was listening to go and fuck off?" We actually debated if that's what we should do. Then I just said, "Yeah - it's not like it's from somebody that doesn't matter."):

Wild animals they do
Never wonder why
Just do what they goddamn do
(Yeah)

Wild animals they do
Never wonder why
Just do what they goddamn do

I'm goin' where sore losers go
To hide my face and spend my dough
Though it's a dream, it's not a lie
And I won't stop to say goodbye

Paraguay
Paraguay

See I just couldn't take no more
Of whippin' fools and keepin' score
I just thought "well, fuck it man"
I'm gonna pack my soul and scram

Paraguay
Paraguay

Out of the way I'll get away
Won't have to hear the things they say
Tamales and a bank account
Are all I need, so count me out

Paraguay
Paraguay

I'll have no fear
I'll know no fear
So far from here
I'll have no fear
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Tra-la-la-la
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Wild animals they do
Never wonder why
Just do what they goddamn do

There's nothing awesome here Not a damn thing There's nothing new Just a bunch of people scared Everybody's fucking scared Fear eats all the souls at once I'm tired of it And I dream about getting away To a new life Where there's not so much fucking knowledge I don't want any of this information
I don't want YOU No Not anymore I've had enough of you Yeah, I'm talking to you I'm gonna go to Paraguay To live in a compound under the trees With servants and bodyguards who love me Free of criticism Free of manners and mores I wanna be your basic clod Who made good And went away while he could To somewhere where people are still human beings Where they have spirit You take your motherfucking laptop And just shove it into your goddamn foul mouth And down your shit heel gizzard You fucking phony two faced three timing piece of turd And I hope you shit it out With all the words in it And I hope the security services read those words And pick you up and flay you For all your evil and poisonous intentions Because I'm sick And it's your fault And I'm gonna go heal myself now Yeah!