Isolation Drills lyrics

Guided By Voices - Isolation Drills

Fair Touching

Under the iron shop
The farewell ladies wink
Always promising
No one to crush them
Always pokerfaced before bingo
Does it snap or just happen?

But a queen's prize awaits
She might rub her legs
But a queen's prize awaits

Currently fabulous
And perhaps at last
The song you sing will have meaning

Skills Like This

Reinvented nightly
Wake up with skills like this
And do you want me in your head?
But what's behind your scattered eyesigns?

I want to reinvent you now

Fifty hats and bargain suits
We will wear them if we must
But who will be a human boot?
Kick the wave of current hotlines?

I want to reinvent you now

Reinvent you nightly
Reinvite you rightly
I'll reunite you

Chasing Heather Crazy

Trailing off the likes of it
She likes it when it grows
Sending out a candidate
She's sinking her foes
Peaking out then leveling
Wherever it goes

And her mother will greet you
And a river will reach you
Breaking out to make you slave again

Chasing Heather crazy
Chasing Heather crazy
Making sure that all the world is coming down
All the world is coming down on her
Anywhere I want to
And if you want to come too
We'll go down where
All the girls are stumblin' round
All the world is crumbling down around her

Staring out from otherworldly windows painted red
Doesn't have to listen to the voices in your head
That's a different lie
Do you remember what was said?

Frostman

Frostman says the summer needs to wait for you
Frostman says the wintertime is blue
Oh, frostman I'm with you
Even when the sun shines
Even when the winter comes

Twilight Campfighter

Twilight campfighter
You build your fire into an open wound
You want us to feel better
On these darker trails
With light revealing holy grails
To hike through dangerous weather
You need twilight eyes

Sunspot solider, you come from another day
Accept no pay
You want us to feel better
All for longing causes
Racing minds and lengthy pauses
All who must soon shed their veils
And wipe their eyes

As we vegetate and wait around for brighter days
And can dance contented to the sound of money
Could I have seen a sight
Much greater than your twilight eyes
That penetrate your silent lives (lies)

Twilight campfighter
We do congratulate
It's not too late
To make us all feel better
Under darker skies
With your twilight eyes

Sister, I Need Wine

Sister, I need wine
For color in my skin
And darkness for my eyes
But I can see the light burn through
Still it is the night brings me to you

Sister, use your gift
The backed up river spreads
On ground for fighting words
And I am hating the ignorance in my body
And I can't feed on the heaviness
Sister, I need you

And we will dance for gold
And straddle the hour of fear
And learn the real story
Drink the truth
Shed not one tear

Want One?

I have a positive hot gift
Want one?
A scoffer's clutch karma issue
Want one?
A nursery whip for men who skip
Want one?

Living the dream of kings before children
Come inside I'll show you
A ticket to sugar pie
Yeah, I want one
A lesson before you die
Hey gimme one
I want one

The Enemy

Look me straight
Now blame it on loneliness
Who knows?
Certainly not them

Where is this?
The lane that takes you head on
But for now
You do not/cannot contemplate
Certainly not you

And silence is dread
'Cause look what you've done
Aligned outside no aim
Which follows me
Painted over a well cleansed abdomen
Tattooed ugly and blue
The enemy

Watch and wait
A childproof survival kit
Just for a glimpse
Of the everlasting big kick

Secrets bleeding to untold families
Lovers in flight over the gravesite
We become statues
In a ten acre garden

Unspirited

Even when you're lifted by the lie
Heaven sent and gifted-ask them why
Never give it all up-never try
All their hearts are breaking

Unspirited
The less than life you live
The lessons make you lame, boy
the same, boy
Everywhere that you go, I'm with you now

When you lose it all, you'll think of me
When you take the fall, you'll drink to me
I'm the one who did it painlessly
I'm the one that does it

Unspirited

Glad Girls

Hey, glad girls only want to get you high
And they're alright

There will be no coronation
There will be no flowers flowing
In the light that passes though me

Hey, glad girls only want to get you high
And they're alright

There will be no graduation
There will be no trumpets blowing
In the light that passes through me

With the sinking of the sun
I've come to greet you
Clean your hands and go to sleep
Confess the dreams
Of good and bad men all around
Some are lost
And some have found
The light that passes though me

Run Wild

Think of a no parking zone
Where armored cars keep the street
And every heart seeks inspiration
It is full to maximum capacity

Leave your things in the streets
And run wild

Wooden heads on the chopping block
And other hearts pumping ink
That spills out over dreams of antiquity
Pale but full of ghostly charm

Leave your things in the streets
And run wild

Pivotal Film

Pivotal film
Showing cloaks of rubber
Digital relay
Fingers stroking

Like mechanical lover
Critical rooms
Transparent scenes shifting

Pivotal film
Selling out your monkey
Sinful heroes
Stabbing, choking
(They must be joking)

Like mechanical lover
Critical rooms
Transparent scenes shifting

Grotesque and arrogant
Perfect for the experts
Top gold
It's cold in the morning
Where scenesters exit
Into thin air

How's My Drinking?

How's my drinking?
I don't care about being sober
But I sure get around
In this town

To hell with my church bells
And leave me die
With you
I won't change

The Brides Have Hit Glass

I don't come around
Never call or let her know
I got a life of my own
You know I hate to be around her
When she's like that
I wrote a song once about her
Called "The Brides Have Hit Glass"
You know it just won't last
To be on top of your own world
With no guardrails to cling to
You fall so very fast
It's very odd to find her up again
Staking out expansion
Seeking new exposure

And when she holds out an empty glass
And she comes for a handout
I ask for the same thing-it's sad
And I hold on so sure I can take all she can
Just to be around her
Just to feel bad

One day I will know
That's it's a waste of time
And there's a better road ahead of me
I just don't know how to make it there
So I'll just hang around and take my chance
Once again I'll roll the dice
And try to hang on to my shrinking paradise

And I'll hold out an empty glass
And I'll come for a handout
And I'll ask for the same thing-it's sad
And I'll hold on so confident
That's it all I can give
To try to find my way back
Just to hit glass

Fine To See You

It's was sure fine to see you
Delicious and thank you for coming
There is nowhere to go but up
You know that for I tell you

All of our friends are thinking about us
The cup is running over
I am hypnotizing the highway
I am baptizing mad rivers

And the rivers run wild
And the highway is long
It was so good to see you
You know that for I tell you

Privately

In the midst of this effort
Courageous tongues are bitter
Don't blast them
Bring posters and broadcast
Not a public display
But a new secret
Come there to pretend
Bring your children
Allow them to watch to the end

Before most of us knew it
Contagious words have bitten
Don't use them
Don't post them for broadcast
Keep then private and away
Like an old weapon
Come here on command
Like good children
Allow us to watch 'til to the end

Cigarette lifter
The frozen violins
Solid movement

Privately

Guided By Voices:
Robert Pollard
Doug Gillard
Nate Farley
Tim Tobias
Jim MacPherson

with:
Elliott Smith- piano on track 15 organ on tracks 2,13
Tobin Sprout- piano on track 13
Todd Tobias- noise on tracks 8,12
Arianne Lallemand- cello on track 6
The Soldier String Quartet - tracks 8, 9 16
(Marlene Rice, Dave Soldier violins; Ron Lawrence, viola; Arianne
Lallemand, cello) arranged by Dave Soldier

Produced by Rob Schnapf
Recorded by Doug Boehm
Mixed by Rob Schnapf and Doug Boehm

All songs by Robert Pollard
C 2001 Needmore Songs (BMI)

Recorded at Loho Studios, NYC
Assisted by Joe Hogan, Greg Di Gesu
Guitar Tech: Brian Hual
Mixed at Greene Street Recording, NYC
Assisted by Julian Joyce
"Frostman" recorded by Robert Pollard on 4-Track
"Want One?" recorded by John Shough at Cro-Magnon Studios, Dayton
Mastering by Don Tyler at Precision Mastering, Los Angeles