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ARIEL PINK lyrics - Underground

Shaven

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It was the night of the Academy Awards and after the ceremony They asked why I don't wear my hair short like Leonardo DiCaprio I answer "I like my style longer 'Cause it's my hair and it's my only hair" They shaved my hair, Shaved my hair [x2] Like Samson, Delilah Who cut his hair? And his power drained out Who shaved my hair? They shaved my hair, Shaved my hair [x2] They shaved my hair [x2] ... Plug in those tears with a razor blade Muse enough to think of this all Fragilely I get aroused Like a dirty giraffe Call me Leonardo or a bad kid After when you want me [?] That's the change you wanted [?] to be They shaved my hair, Shaved my hair [x2] They shaved my hair [x2] They We ate tacos at midnight Came back home for a nightcap Like Samson, Delilah Who cut his hair And his power drained out Who shaved his hair? [x2]

Hair

P.J. Harvey
samson the strength that's in your arms oh to be your stunning bride samson your hair glistening like sun oh would that it were mine samson your hair that's in my hands i'll keep it safe you're mine you're mine he said wait said wait delilah my babe delilah my babe said wait said wait delilah my babe delilah my babe said wait said wait delilah my babe you lied in my face you cut off my hair you lied in my bed samson your stay with your 'lilah i'll hold you in my hands yeah your hair your strength my man my man he said wait said wait delilah my babe delilah my babe said wait said wait delilah my babe delilah my babe he said wait said wait delilah my babe delilah my babe said wait said wait delilah my babe you lied in my face you cut off my hair you lied in my bed

Delilahs Power

Ike Tina Turner
Samson and Delilah they made it known that a man is weak For a woman's thrown use your power like Delilah Even Samson couldn't deny Delilah's power. You know god made man all muscles and strength But what he gave to woman no man can resist Use your power like Delilah even Samson couldn't deny Delilah's power yeah I'm talkin' about. Delilah's power I said Delilah's power Delilah's power Delilah's power use your powers like Delilah. Even Samson couldn't deny Delilah's power. King of the jungle the lion he roars but the lioness calmly Soothes his soul use your powers like Delilah Even Samson couldn't deny Delilah's power. Delilah's power I said Delilah's power . . . Think you can do without a woman well I don't think you can. 'Cause in every land there's a woman for every man. Use your powers like Delilah even Samson couldn't deny: Delilah's power Delilah's power I said Delilah's power . . .

Pretty Golden Hair

AL STEWART "Bed-Sitter Images"
In England's pleasant green Like a picture postcard scene To childhood spread with fond maternal care From the day that he was born Proud relations came to fawn And compliment his pretty golden hair In boyhood sent away To a boarding school to stay Its crumbling proud traditions forced to bear And his friends in this new world Said he looks more like a girl With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair Fades secluded youth Into manhood's search for truth His mother's eyes now wet had turned to stare For he said I must be bound This day for London town For I believe my fortune's waiting there So like an eager cutting knife He plunged in a new life Oh never known beforehand anywhere And the thought that he might trip In his ignorance and slip Never struck beneath his pretty golden hair Ah the days soon grew thin And boredom fast set in His job was thrown away without a care For a man who softly said You'll earn twice as much instead With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair Well London town possessed Of many a tempter's nest And thus he fell with scarce another care As so easily he slipped Into prostitution's grip Foundationed by his pretty golden hair Ah but the years quickly flew And his mind slowly grew From early freedom into deep despair As the money ceased to roll A tired and lonely soul Poured curses on his pretty golden hair Ah the years stole their time Now the living's hard to find And early friends have vanished in the air And the gay parties's ease Changed to public lavatories Have turned to grey his pretty golden hair Oh his life was only used And his body just abused By those who never think and never care But though his file said suicide No, that wasn't why he died It was murder by his pretty golden hair

Combing My Hair In A Brand New Style

JIM WHITE "Drill A Hole In That Substrate And Tell Me What You See"
I found a blue hair comb with a busted tooth gonna comb out my hair in this telephone booth gonna comb out love, gonna comb out hate gonna get me a new look and I can't wait. I took a lethal dosage of dope in my youth, bit the hook of Jesus - Oh! The terrible truth. I swallowed it hard for a damn good while, but now I'm combing my hair in a brand new style. Combing my hair yeah. Combing my hair yeah. Combing my hair yeah. Combing my hair in a brand new style. I take a midnight stroll in a Love's supermarket. I like passing the rows of candy for sale. See the pale pretty girls in the magazines? Smiling at me like they know what I mean. You take your candy dandy, your cheap girls - ruthless! Soul suckers all gonna end up toothless! Gumming the truth of life's discount aisle. Me I'm combing my hair in a brand new style. [CHORUS] He used a blue hair comb with a busted tooth to comb out the tangles of his messed up youth. Returning in glory to the scene of his trial, he was combing his hair in a brand new style. Yeah the sorry story of his assorted crimes - his tribulations, his suffering mind all wiped clean and left miles behind. See him prowling the street? He got the mojo smile. He's combing his hair in a brand new style. [CHORUS] I don't want no hoodoos, no voodoo gurus, no spooked out priesty-beasty, no strippers with pasties, self-professed saviors of my soul, no low-down top-secret CIA moles, no crackpot psychopathic behavior specialists, no shriners, no shiners, no decisive moment existentialists, that's right, no vegetable, no mineral, no institution gonna disrupt the constitution of my ingenious hairdo solution - see I got my sly pomade, my jelly in a jar! Now don't you mistake me for no movie star, 'cause I'm just a humble jumble of God's crooked smile. Did you check out my hair in the brand new style? [CHORUS]

Fixing Her Hair

ANI DIFRANCO "Imperfectly"
She's looking in the mirror She's fixing her hair And I touch my head to feel What isn't there She's humming a melody We learned in grade school She's so happy And I think This is not cool 'Cause I know the guy She's been talking about I have met him before And I think What is this beautiful beautiful woman settling for? She bends her breath When she talks to him I can see her features begin to blur As she pours herself Into the mold he made for her And for everything he does She has a way to rationalize She says he don't mean what he do She tells me he called to apologize He says he loves her He says he's changing And he can keep her warm And so she sits there like America Suffering through slow reform But she'll never get back the time And the years sneak by One by one She is still playing the martyr I am still praying for revolution And she still doesn't have what she deserves But she wakes up smiling every day She never really expected more That's just not the way we are raised And I say to her, You know, There's plenty of really great men out there But she doesn't hear me She's looking in the mirror She's fixing her hair

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