I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
'Cause I'm dead and bloated
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
'Cause I'm dead and bloated
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am trampled under sole
Of another man's shoes
Guess I walked too softly
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I run through the world
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
'Cause I'm dead and bloated
I run through the world
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me, somebody gave me
Somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
Stone Temple Pilots - Core Album Lyrics
Stone Temple Pilots - Core Lyrics
Writer: Dean Deleo, Robert Emile Deleo, Eric Kretz, Scott Richard Weiland
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sex Type Thing
I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
I ain't, I ain't, I ain't
A buyin' into your apathy
I'm gonna learn ya my philosophy
You wanna know about atrocity, atrocity?
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
I am a man, a man
I'll give ya somethin' that ya won't forget
I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress
I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
Here I come, I come, I come
I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
I ain't, I ain't, I ain't
A buyin' into your apathy
I'm gonna learn ya my philosophy
You wanna know about atrocity, atrocity?
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
I am a man, a man
I'll give ya somethin' that ya won't forget
I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress
I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
Here I come, I come, I come
I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Wicked Garden
Can you feel like a child?
Can you see what I want?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find ya
But I'm alive
So alive now
I know the darkness blinds you
Can you see without eyes?
Can you speak without lies?
I wanna drink from you naked fountain
I can drown your sorrows
I'm gonna burn, burn you to life now
Out of the chains that bind you
Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground
Can you feel pain inside?
Can you love?
Can you cry?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find you
'Cause I'm alive
So alive now
Out of the dark that blinds you
Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground
Can you see what I want?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find ya
But I'm alive
So alive now
I know the darkness blinds you
Can you see without eyes?
Can you speak without lies?
I wanna drink from you naked fountain
I can drown your sorrows
I'm gonna burn, burn you to life now
Out of the chains that bind you
Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground
Can you feel pain inside?
Can you love?
Can you cry?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find you
'Cause I'm alive
So alive now
Out of the dark that blinds you
Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Sin
Holywater clouds my thinking
Sinking low now
Keep on drinking
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
You control me, soul you stole, mine
Wishful thinking
Six feet under
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
Dead by dreaming, sleep you steal, mine
Pools of cold sweat
Hatred burns me
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
Still shackled to the shadow
Still shackled to the shadow
That followed you...
Still shackled to the shadow
Still shackled to the shadow
That followed you...
Still shackled to the shadow
Still shackled to the shadow
That followed you...
Sinking low now
Keep on drinking
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
You control me, soul you stole, mine
Wishful thinking
Six feet under
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
Dead by dreaming, sleep you steal, mine
Pools of cold sweat
Hatred burns me
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
Still shackled to the shadow
Still shackled to the shadow
That followed you...
Still shackled to the shadow
Still shackled to the shadow
That followed you...
Still shackled to the shadow
Still shackled to the shadow
That followed you...
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Naked Sunday
You're the fuel to the fire
You're the weapons of war
You're the irony of justice
And the father of law
I've been waiting for awhile to meet you
For the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks for all the suffering you command
And when all is over and we return to dust
Who will be my judge and which one do I trust
You're the champion of sorrow
You're the love and the pain
You're the fighter of evil
Yet you're one in the same
I've been waiting for awhile to meet you
For the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks for all the suffering you command
And when all is over and we return to dust
Who will be my judge and which one do I trust?
You're the weapons of war
You're the irony of justice
And the father of law
I've been waiting for awhile to meet you
For the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks for all the suffering you command
And when all is over and we return to dust
Who will be my judge and which one do I trust
You're the champion of sorrow
You're the love and the pain
You're the fighter of evil
Yet you're one in the same
I've been waiting for awhile to meet you
For the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks for all the suffering you command
And when all is over and we return to dust
Who will be my judge and which one do I trust?
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Creep
Forward yesterday makes me wanna stay
What they said was real makes me wanna steal
Living under house, guess I'm living, I'm a mouse
All's I got is time, got no meaning, just a rhyme
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Feeling uninspired, think I'll start a fire
Everybody run, Bobby's got a gun
Think you're kind of neat, then she tells me I'm a creep
Friends don't mean a thing, guess I'll leave it up to me
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
What they said was real makes me wanna steal
Living under house, guess I'm living, I'm a mouse
All's I got is time, got no meaning, just a rhyme
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Feeling uninspired, think I'll start a fire
Everybody run, Bobby's got a gun
Think you're kind of neat, then she tells me I'm a creep
Friends don't mean a thing, guess I'll leave it up to me
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
(For as I feel as the dawn it fades to gray)
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Writer: Dean Deleo, Eric Kretz, Robert Deleo, Scott Weiland
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Piece Of Pie
I broke the breadline
Nobody knows
I walked the frontline
Still got far to go
I mixed the water
I drank the water
I broke the breadline
Don't wanna know
It's staring me down
Wearing a crown of apathy
I'm standing around
Dressed like a clown
Don't know my name
You know where to find me
I killed the manchild
I'll fast alone
I had the midwife
Naked and alone
I mixed the water
I drank the water
I killed the brainchild
I'll fast alone
It's staring me down
Wearing a crown of apathy
I'm standing around
Dressed like a clown
Don't know my name
You know where to find me
Don't wanna let me be a man
Don't wanna lead me to your home
It's staring me down
Wearing a crown of apathy
I'm standing around
Dressed like a clown
Don't know my name
You know where to find me
I killed the manchild
I had the midwife
I drank the water
I stand alone
I broke the breadline
I walked the frontline
Don't know my name
You know where to find me
I killed the manchild
I had the midwife
I drank the water
I stand alone
I broke the breadline
I walked the frontline
Don't know my name
You know where to find me
Don't wanna let me be a man
Don't wanna lead me to your home
Don't wanna let me be a man
Don't wanna lead me to your home
Nobody knows
I walked the frontline
Still got far to go
I mixed the water
I drank the water
I broke the breadline
Don't wanna know
It's staring me down
Wearing a crown of apathy
I'm standing around
Dressed like a clown
Don't know my name
You know where to find me
I killed the manchild
I'll fast alone
I had the midwife
Naked and alone
I mixed the water
I drank the water
I killed the brainchild
I'll fast alone
It's staring me down
Wearing a crown of apathy
I'm standing around
Dressed like a clown
Don't know my name
You know where to find me
Don't wanna let me be a man
Don't wanna lead me to your home
It's staring me down
Wearing a crown of apathy
I'm standing around
Dressed like a clown
Don't know my name
You know where to find me
I killed the manchild
I had the midwife
I drank the water
I stand alone
I broke the breadline
I walked the frontline
Don't know my name
You know where to find me
I killed the manchild
I had the midwife
I drank the water
I stand alone
I broke the breadline
I walked the frontline
Don't know my name
You know where to find me
Don't wanna let me be a man
Don't wanna lead me to your home
Don't wanna let me be a man
Don't wanna lead me to your home
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Plush
And I feel that time's a ways to go
So where you going 'til tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
So would you even care?
And I feel it
And I feel it
Where you going for tomorrow?
Where you goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
And I feel so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And she feels it
Where you going for tomorrow?
Where you goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
Where you going for tomorrow?
Where you goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
To find it
To find it
To find it
So where you going 'til tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
So would you even care?
And I feel it
And I feel it
Where you going for tomorrow?
Where you goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
And I feel so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And she feels it
Where you going for tomorrow?
Where you goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
Where you going for tomorrow?
Where you goin' with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
To find it
To find it
To find it
Writer: Dean De Leo, Robert De Leo, Scott Weiland, Eric Kretz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wet My Bed
Hey everybody, where did Mary go?
Where did Mary go?
And where's my only cigarette?
Please think for me, I can't bare to
I'll just lie here for a while
Wet myself, wet my bed
I've readied it all for her, you know
Clean sheets, incense, a lots of fluffy pillows
Now soiled
And where's my cigarette?
Did you check the bathroom, the bathtub?
She sleeps there sometimes
Water cleanses, you know
Washes dirt away, makes new
Maybe she, maybe she, maybe she, maybe, maybe she swam away
Where did Mary go?
And where's my only cigarette?
Please think for me, I can't bare to
I'll just lie here for a while
Wet myself, wet my bed
I've readied it all for her, you know
Clean sheets, incense, a lots of fluffy pillows
Now soiled
And where's my cigarette?
Did you check the bathroom, the bathtub?
She sleeps there sometimes
Water cleanses, you know
Washes dirt away, makes new
Maybe she, maybe she, maybe she, maybe, maybe she swam away
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Crackerman
Kickin' as I'm tryin' to sleep
I got the mud beaneath my shoes
Rubber band, rubberband
Gun in hand, gun in hand
I wanna use
Roamin', roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don't care, yeah and I don't care
Roamin', roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
Trippin' as I'm thinkin'
'Bout a boy, his name was Sue
He's a man, he's man
Crackerman, crackerman
He's a woman too
Roamin', roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don't care, yeah and I don't care
Roamin', roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
And I'm thinkin'
While I'm thinkin'
And I'm thinkin'
While I'm thinkin'
Roamin', roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don't care, yeah and I don't care
Roamin', roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
And I'm thinkin'
While I'm thinkin'
And I'm thinkin'
While I'm thinkin'
I got the mud beaneath my shoes
Rubber band, rubberband
Gun in hand, gun in hand
I wanna use
Roamin', roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don't care, yeah and I don't care
Roamin', roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
Trippin' as I'm thinkin'
'Bout a boy, his name was Sue
He's a man, he's man
Crackerman, crackerman
He's a woman too
Roamin', roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don't care, yeah and I don't care
Roamin', roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
And I'm thinkin'
While I'm thinkin'
And I'm thinkin'
While I'm thinkin'
Roamin', roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don't care, yeah and I don't care
Roamin', roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
And I'm thinkin'
While I'm thinkin'
And I'm thinkin'
While I'm thinkin'
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Where The River Goes
Yeah, I could hide in the calm of the eye of the storm
And never blow away
Well, I'm a young man with a knife to my back
Some things never seem to change
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought the farm, but the farmer done died
Sing that song, sing that song inside
I wish I could live in the dream
that I fly on the tarred & freathered wings
Well, I'm losing a game of reality
dice where the dealer never ever pays
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought the farm, but the farmer done died
Sing that song, sing that song inside
I wanna be as big as a mountain
I wanna fly as high as the sun
I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven
I wanna know where the river goes
Yeah, I could hide in the calm of the eye of the storm
And never blow away
Well, I'm a young man with a knife to my back
Some things never seen to change
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought the farm, but the farmer done died
Sing that song, sing that song inside
I wanna be as big as a mountain
I wanna fly as high as the sun
I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven
I wanna know where the river goes
If I was stronger
I could be a mountain range
If night was longer
Could I escape the day?
If I was stronger
I could be a mountain range
If night was longer
Could I escape the day?
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought the farm, but the farmer done died
Sing that song, sing that song inside
I wanna be as big as a mountain
I wanna fly as high as the sun
I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven
I wanna know where the river...
I wanna be as big as a mountain
I wanna fly as high as the sun
I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven
I wanna know where the river goes
Where the river goes
Where the river goes
Where the river, yeah
Where the river
Where the river
Where the river
Where the river
Where the river goes
Where the river goes
And never blow away
Well, I'm a young man with a knife to my back
Some things never seem to change
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought the farm, but the farmer done died
Sing that song, sing that song inside
I wish I could live in the dream
that I fly on the tarred & freathered wings
Well, I'm losing a game of reality
dice where the dealer never ever pays
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought the farm, but the farmer done died
Sing that song, sing that song inside
I wanna be as big as a mountain
I wanna fly as high as the sun
I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven
I wanna know where the river goes
Yeah, I could hide in the calm of the eye of the storm
And never blow away
Well, I'm a young man with a knife to my back
Some things never seen to change
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought the farm, but the farmer done died
Sing that song, sing that song inside
I wanna be as big as a mountain
I wanna fly as high as the sun
I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven
I wanna know where the river goes
If I was stronger
I could be a mountain range
If night was longer
Could I escape the day?
If I was stronger
I could be a mountain range
If night was longer
Could I escape the day?
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought the farm, but the farmer done died
Sing that song, sing that song inside
I wanna be as big as a mountain
I wanna fly as high as the sun
I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven
I wanna know where the river...
I wanna be as big as a mountain
I wanna fly as high as the sun
I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven
I wanna know where the river goes
Where the river goes
Where the river goes
Where the river, yeah
Where the river
Where the river
Where the river
Where the river
Where the river goes
Where the river goes
Writer: DEAN DELEO, ROBERT EMILE DELEO, ERIC KRETZ, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Core is the debut studio album by the American rock band Stone Temple Pilots, released by Atlantic Records on September 29, 1992.
Produced by Brendan O'Brien, Core became a massive commercial success, reaching number three on the Billboard 200 by July 1993 and has since been certified 8x Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). The album spawned four hit singles including "Sex Type Thing", "Wicked Garden", "Creep", and "Plush": "Plush" would reach number one on the Billboard Album Rock Tracks and the music video received heavy rotation on MTV. Stone Temple Pilots would go on to win two awards for "Plush": an MTV Video Music Award for Best New Artist and a Grammy for Best Hard Rock Performance.
The album initially received poor reviews despite its commercial success; the band was criticized for allegedly copying the musical style of other alternative acts, particularly Pearl Jam and Nirvana. Retrospectively, Core has been acknowledged as a seminal release of the alternative rock and grunge movement of the early 1990s.
Core helped propel Stone Temple Pilots into the mainstream and remains their most commercially successful record. A 25th Anniversary Deluxe Edition was released in 2017.
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Stone Temple PilotsProduced by Brendan O'Brien, Core became a massive commercial success, reaching number three on the Billboard 200 by July 1993 and has since been certified 8x Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). The album spawned four hit singles including "Sex Type Thing", "Wicked Garden", "Creep", and "Plush": "Plush" would reach number one on the Billboard Album Rock Tracks and the music video received heavy rotation on MTV. Stone Temple Pilots would go on to win two awards for "Plush": an MTV Video Music Award for Best New Artist and a Grammy for Best Hard Rock Performance.
The album initially received poor reviews despite its commercial success; the band was criticized for allegedly copying the musical style of other alternative acts, particularly Pearl Jam and Nirvana. Retrospectively, Core has been acknowledged as a seminal release of the alternative rock and grunge movement of the early 1990s.
Core helped propel Stone Temple Pilots into the mainstream and remains their most commercially successful record. A 25th Anniversary Deluxe Edition was released in 2017.
Genre(s): Grunge, alternative metal, hard rock, alternative rock
Producer(s): Brendan O'Brien
Length: 53:39
Released: September 29th, 1992
Year: 1992