Primal Scream are an experimental rockgroup from Scotland formed in 1985, headed by former The Jesus and Mary Chaindrummer (and bassist for The Wakebefore that) Bobby Gillespie. Other members include guitarists Andrew Innes and Robert 'Throb' Young, former Feltkeyboardist Martin Duffy, former The Stone Rosesbassist Gary 'Mani' Mounfield, and touring guitarist and producer Kevin Shields, formerly of My Bloody Valentine. The band was signed to Alan McGee's Creation label until its closure in 2000; they are now signed to Sony/Columbia. Over the years they have shifted from jangly C86 indie popto retro tinged hard rockto being dance/rockcrossover pioneers. In June 2005, Primal Screamplayed a controversial set at the Glastonbury Festival, throughout which Gillespie was playfully abusive to the crowd and was alleged to have made Nazi salutes (during the song 'Swastika Eyes').
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Primal Scream
Im gonna tell the truth,
The truth about you,
Truth about you
You never been true
You aint nothin
You got nothing to say
Shine a light on you
You fade away
Fade away
Im gonna tell the truth,
The truth about you,
Truth about you
You never been true
You aint nothin
You got nothing to say
Shine a light on you
You fade away
Fade away
Im gonna tell you the truth,
Woke up.
The truth about you,
Still drunk
Truth about you
Throwin up
You never been true
Pissin blood
You aint nothin
Sick guts
You got nothing to say
Sore skin
Shine a light on you
Burned out
You fade away
Holded in
Fade away
Im gonna tell you the truth,
Cant move
The truth about you,
Cant speak
Truth about you
Cracked head
You never been true
Cant sleep
You aint nothin
Ripped up
You got nothing to say
Ripped off
Shine a light on you
Cant crawl
And you fade away
Cant walk
Fade away
Im gonna tell you the truth,
Jet plane
The truth about you,
Blasts off
Truth about you
Jet plane
You never been true
Dive bombs
You aint nothin
Bad seed
You got nothing to say
Goden spleen
Shine a light on you
Bad blood
You fade away
Dead dreams
Fade away
Im gonna tell you the truth,
Sick blood
The truth about you,
Holed skin
Truth about you
Cracked guts
You never been true
Sore speak
You aint nothin
Burned head
You got nothing to say
Drunk sleep
Shine a light on you
Cant walk
You fade away
Cant see
Fade away
Burned out
Holed in
Sick guts
Sore skin
Throwin up
Pissin blood
Woke up
Still drunk
Ripped up
Ripped off
Cant crawl
Cant walk
Jet plane
Blasts off
Jet plane
Dive bombs
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Bad seed
Golden spleen
Bad blood
Dead dreams
Dead dreams
Dead dreams
Ah
Say youre out to get me
Youll never catch me
You say youre narcoleptic
Youre parapletic
Such a scenic syphilitic
Psycho-parastic
Sub-mosquito
Sick-libido
Fucked up youre a sick
Fuck*12
Sick*7
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