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"Woaaaaauuuu I've been DIRT! But I don't care!"
Ladies and gentlemen, behold my father, the one who raised me in his home, between a can of Bud and a book by Wittgenstein: His Majesty Iggy Pop, with the faithful dirty rockers of the Stooges; ah, that sneaky guitar of Ron Asheton! It makes the hair on your legs stand up, leaves you drained and bloodless as after a good romp with your woman! WOALEEEEEE!
If the anthem was 1969 before, now arrives 1970, the most classic lubricious rock, where you can express all your latent phallocracy, throwing yourself off the stage with your penis in hand towards the most beautiful woman.
Let's raise the poles in honor of the great man, flood the turntable with seed because the iguana screams in your face, defying the onanistic critics, he drops his jeans and shows the club like a trophy, he dances a jig on your sacrum and makes your ears explode with filth you've been listening to for ages.
This is the pure essence of rock and roll: a primitive genius coming out of the cave with his club and shouting "BUAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH", forget the black monolith, it's men like this that have advanced human history, from hypertrichotic specimens to the falsely nude and evolved ones of today.
Well, if that's the case, I want my fur back, I want my club back, and to dance to the sound of the super-acidic sax that bursts here and there like a mad lightning bolt, as if waking up in the morning you find yourself transformed into lustful little wolves and she lying by your side, recalcitrant, pushes you away, but the party has just begun!
"Oh look out" starts Loose and whoever doesn't get excited needs a truckload of Viagra or is depressed and will spend life listening to Black Metal.
"ALWAYYYS LOOOOSE" The Iguana destroys all the nu metallers of this earth, sends them home to eat condensed milk... leave the stage to the great dirty rocker, he'll paint his penis red and bang it on your head so hard you can't help but dance the super-acidic and tight Funhouse... The delirium of a bunch of hominids trapped in the subway, and it derails with a horrible crash... let's sing, damn it! The dirt of these recordings, the deep and filthy bass, where you can even hear the amp valves breaking!
The scream of TV eye my god! This is true liberation, this is true lust! When I listen to it, I feel like dropping what I'm doing and running like a faun through the city touching the rears of both sexes, it doesn't matter, who cares! And while squeezing the juiciest and firmest, shouting "WOOOOHAAAAAA SHE'S GOT a TV EYE BABY".
Find me a more exact definition of Iggy, it doesn't exist! It can't exist because here we're talking about pure sex, being on stage my god! And you'll emerge from the morning romp shouting like cavemen "Woaaaahhaahahhaahah!", while she is still dazed from your fervor.
Listen to it.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Down on the Street (03:42)
Ooh! wrawgh! huh!
Down on the street where the faces shine
Floatin' around on a real O-mind
Seein' pretty things
Aint no walls
Seein' pretty things
Aint no walls
No walls!
No walls!
No walls!
No walls!
Yea, deep in the night I'm lost in love
Yea, deep in the night I'm lost in love
Thousand lights look at you
Thousand lights look at you
At you!
At you!
At you!
Yeaah, at you! Come on! Pow-pow-pow!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Brrrrrhhhhhuh! huh! huh huh!!
Ooh-no oh-no oh-no no-no-no-no-no-no
No no no no no-no
Faces shine
Real O-mind
Real O-mind
I'm the real O-mind
Real O-mind
02 Loose (03:33)
Now look out
I took a record of pretty music
I went down and baby you can tell
I took a record of pretty music
Now I'm putting it to you straight from hell
I'll stick it deep inside
I'll stick it deep inside
Cause I'm loose
I feel fine to be dancin', baby
I feel fine, I'm a shakin' leaf
I feel fine to be dancin', baby
Cause it's love, yeah I do believe
I'll stick it deep inside
I'll stick it deep inside
Cause I'm loose
And I'll stick it deep inside
And I'll stick it hey
Well I'm loose, well I'm loose
Well I'm loose
03 T.V. Eye (04:17)
Lord
See that cat
Yeah I do mean you
See that cat
Yeah I do mean you
She got a TV eye on me
She got a TV eye
She got a TV eye on me, oh
See that cat
Down on her back
See that cat
Down on her back
She got a TV eye on me
She got a TV eye
She got a TV eye on me, oh
See that cat
Yeah I love her so
see that cat
Yeah I love her so
She got a TV eye on me
She got a TV eye
She got a TV eye on me, oh
Right on, right on, right on
See that cat
Yeah I love her so
see that cat
Yeah I love her so
She got a TV eye on me
She got a TV eye
She got a TV eye on me, oh
04 Dirt (07:00)
Ooh, I been dirt
And I don't care
Ooh, I been dirt
And I don't care
�?ause I抦 burning inside
I'm just a yearning inside
And I'm the fire o' life
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
�?ause I抦 burning inside
I'm just a dreaming this life
And do you feel it?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
There's a fire
Well, it抯 a fire
It was just a burning
Yeah, alright
Ooh!
Burning inside
Burning
Just a dreaming
Just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
Play it for me, babe, with love!
05 1970 (05:14)
Out of my mind on Saturday night
Nineteen-seventy rollin' in sight
Radio burnin' up above
Beautiful baby, feed my love
All night till I blow away
All night till I blow away
I feel alright, I feel alright
Baby, oh baby, burn my heart
Baby, oh baby, burn my heart
Fall apart baby, fall apart
Baby, oh baby, burn my heart
All night till I blow away
All night till I blow away
I feel alright, I feel alright
Feel alright, feel alright, feel alright
Out of my mind on Saturday night
Nineteen-seventy rollin' in sight
Radio burnin' up above
Beautiful baby, feed my love
All night till I blow away
All night till I blow away
I feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
Feel alright, feel alright
Feel alright, feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
Feel, feel
Oh, oh
I feel alright, I feel alright
Feel alright, feel alright
Oh, oh
I feel alright
Feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
Feel alright, feel alright
Feel alright, feel alright
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You may starve, but at least the heart must be fed... we are still human after all.
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