All Artists: Pure Title: Generation Six Pack Members Wishing: 0 Total Copies: 0 Label: Atlantic/Q Records Release Date: 10/1/1996 Genres: Alternative Rock, Pop Style: Dance Pop Number of Discs: 1 SwapaCD Credits: 1 UPC: 075679273123 |
Pure Generation Six Pack Genres: Alternative Rock, Pop
Vancouver, British Columbia's best-kept secret may just be a quartet named Pure. On their major label debut, they display the psychedelic pop panache of the Flaming Lips and the rambling devil-may-care weirdness of Pavemen... more » |
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Amazon.com Vancouver, British Columbia's best-kept secret may just be a quartet named Pure. On their major label debut, they display the psychedelic pop panache of the Flaming Lips and the rambling devil-may-care weirdness of Pavement. Following in the tradition of both of those bands, Pure recorded and mixed the bulk of this record themselves in various different bedrooms and apartments. The sound is still quite warm and full, and the songs are all about people, places, and reminiscences. Pure may be a little more mainstream than the Lips and Pavement, but Generation Six-Pack is nonetheless a fine collection of weird, fuzzy pop songs. --Adem Tepedelen Similarly Requested CDs
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CD ReviewsStraight from the underground. 03/24/2004 (5 out of 5 stars) "Pure is the best unpopular band there ever was. They wrote beautiful melodic rock songs with lyrics that were just weird enough. They really embodied what it meant to be an underground alternative band. If you are a high school geek that never gets picked in gym, but you want to rock out to intelligent, well done music, this is the band for you. Especially if you are in the brotherhood of chosen rejects." Very strong Uhnghrid | Everywhere | 11/16/2004 (5 out of 5 stars) "This CD is amazing. Pure is like a more powerful and less overworked version of more popular alternative rock bands. Most of their songs sound cheerful on the superficial level, but there's an underlying depth to them, as well as a certain amount of creepiness, that nearly all bands lack in their songs. The subject matter of their lyrics is extremely original, and just abstract enough to be poetic. Though non of what I've just says quite describes the charm that makes this the most worthwhile rare CD I've found all year." Pure: Generation Six-Pack: Lyrics D. Patnode | Oregon | 10/24/2005 (5 out of 5 stars) "Lyrics, in no particular order:
What it is Turn it up a bit Yeah, that's good You will feel what is real Touch the stove just to feel It's no big deal Then we'll gather round in the sunshine What it is It's what it is And all the things that you've learned Disappear and in time crush your fears Then you'll have learned that when there's smoke It don't mean there's fire It just means there's smoke It's what it is Now you feel what is real Touched the stove just to feel It's no big deal And now we'll gather round in the sunshine What it is It's what it is Anna (is a Speed Freak) Anna's in a natural pose It's the hardest one to hold But she holds like she's told Anna wears her brother's clothes She's been thrown from home Got no where to go, but she goes Anna's a speed freak She loves the people she meets She opens up her arms just to feel complete She's a speed freak Anna thinks that life's a trip Until she slips Rides the wave, feels OK Not a communist, she's like the rest Just failed the test is what she says Well I guess it's pretty dumb But I'm not the only one Stand close to me right now Please hold me for a while Anna's a speed freak Stands in a natural pose Anna's a speed freak It's the hardest one to hold But she holds Primajuana We're talkin' crystals and Martians Green grass and smoke Because of a smile I see the unknown I hear the sounds of Jonathan Richman He sings us a song as we lay on the grass Santa Fe's glowing with lights and meaning Plants are singing, bells are ringing This is primajuana And I haven't felt like this for a while I feel like a child Primajuana Roadkill for dinner then sleepwalk naked I'm still spacin', stare in my head My bed is a coffin, spirits around me I try to remember but I forgot my name On a bus trip to nowhere into the desert Vanishing thoughts of a beautiful day This is primajuana And I haven't felt like this for a while I'm sleeping like a child Primajuana The Hammock Three, four You stole my bike so I broke your nose You said my mom was better looking than your mom Well who knows We stare at the sun a little closer Pretty colours are taking over Go down by the swing and hang out low We'll be real low Hanging out Hanging out Hanging out Hanging out Then you crashed that car and I took the blame We fixed it up and then you crashed it again And again Then we moved apart and got all weird I went out searching and you stayed back here The hammock fell over and you've got no place to stay And nobody's noticed that you've passed away Hanging out Hanging out Hanging out Hanging out We're hanging out I'm sick of hanging out Come on now, hang out We'll figure it out When we're standing at the gate And I can't get in I'm too late Denial One day I went out walking To find a butterfly Screaming in an empty room A man shot the sky My heart beating faster I think I'll go read my book The faster we go, the less we know A book sure sounds good Denial Denial Seems like the faster we go The less we see The less that we know Denial Passing by the drugstore I see this girl inside Flippin' through a magazine To see how she should be I stare a little closer No one seems to mind That sad-happy look she's giving up for a while Denial Denial Seems like the faster we go The less we see The less that we know Talk about denial Seems like the bigger the lie The more you try And the less you ask why Denial Heading down the seawall Going back to my home I see a friend who's always hurtin' We talk for a while Smiles are always nervous Chances are that we'll laugh Spill our guts, hurry up Time's running fast Denial Drugs, Guns and Booze Give me something that I can hold onto And I'll stop shooting at you Tell me stories about the future And I'll stop shooting at you Come on down and see my life It's a masterpeice in global times Future shock, drugs, guns, and booze Lots of fun and music too The voice of one is coming soon Can't stand still, don't want to Everyone come on down, come on down Give me something that I can hold onto And I'll stop shooting at you Tell me stories about the old days And I'll stop shooting at you Wagner's Show (instrumental) Monster A monster lives inside of me and everyone And I've heard it say I won't go away It's trying hard to get out I never want to give you up Is that enough But somehow now I just don't care I'm not myself I keep falling And you're perfect, so perfect And now you know The monster lives inside of me The monster lives inside of me Inside of you And I want to get back by your side One more time I keep falling And you're perfect, so perfect And now you see The monster lives inside of me The monster lives inside of me I've heard it say I won't go away And it's trying hard to get out Popcycle There's only one way If you ever get mixed up try to figure it out Get yourself a brand new truck And drive it across the band Yeah, we're a band I'm into soap operas I'm into pink flamingos Just about anything, man Hey little girl, you've gotta kiss the world goodbye If you wanna become anything, kiss it goodbye I wanna buy myself a church And have all my friends over And show 'em all a real good time We'll all drink wine And hang olives from our teeth Nobody's gonna tell us what to do My life's a soap opera I have a friend who had a friend who had a wife Who liked to suck it all the time Yeah, so he had this little dilemma You see one day he woke up to find His friend's wife sucking on his popcycle There's nothing better than a quimsickle Get down on your knees and spray, yeah pray Buy yourself a church There's no better way to find god Lemonade Decide to wash the car So get the soap and sponge And do the windows up Before the water leaks I see you across the street Decide to pick you up You picked me up Its just a lazy afternoon Driven round with you We don't know what to say So we drink some lemonade Throwing popcorn out the door In case were getting lost Swerve to miss a porsche Then i turn and thank the lord But i thought that i heard you say That you love me - hey i love you too Get funky on lemonade We lost our trail And it gotten dark Hey i think we're lost In a parking lot Nobody Knows I'm New Wave In my closet there's a bunch of records Flock of Seagull and Iron Maiden It got confusing when we were children Separation and the beauty myth Now I don't know me from a hole in the wall Thats OK, guess I'm new wave When after all was said and done We turned our back and walked into the sun Now our T-shirts are at garage sales Twenty-five cents buys our history Now I don't know me from a hole in the wall Thats OK, guess I'm new wave And in the future it'll stay the same Born a pisces and become new wave Lilac We were going grazing with the cows And you told me stories about The color of our sky Then the food tasted just like glue And the sun looked like the moon No one told the truth about the sky Lilac I wonder what's inside of our sky To make it lilac A bird stuck in the mud It didn't look like fun So we turned and walked away Cause its to much to feel anyway So we turned and walked away Smilen' at the sky Our perfect sky Lilac The Tip Live on the tip Sleep late on the Astroturf Everything's so fake And all they want to do is sell your soul Once its solid, its solid So don't tip your hat Try and relax You've got a flown' hand So don't tip your hat When I failed to hale A chump came foam'n at the mouth And its hard to laugh When that chumps got a gun in your back All you've got is hope So don't tip your hat Just try and relax You've got a flown' hand So don't tip your hat" |