 Pearl Jam
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52.18 %
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37.81 %
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Ten
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89.32 %
(2013-05-05) |
Date released: 1991-08-27 Type: studio In collection: CD Average track length: 04:51 Average track rating:  |
Ranking
Pearl Jam:
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3
Year (1991):
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57
Decade (1990's):
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480
Overall:
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2711 |
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Tracks
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1 lyrics  03:52 | 2 lyrics  04:54 | 3 lyrics 05:41 | 4 lyrics  03:19 | 5 lyrics 05:44 | 6 lyrics 05:19 | 7 lyrics  02:42 | 8 lyrics 03:31 | 9 lyrics 04:59 | 10 lyrics 04:18 | 11 lyrics 09:03 | Total time: 53:22 |
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Lyrics
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Once 03:52 |
I admit it what's to say
I'll relive it without pain
Backstreet lover on the side of the road
I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode
I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes, I play
Once upon a time I could control myself
Once upon a time I could lose myself
Oh, try and mimic what's insane
I am in it where do I stand?
Oh, Indian summer and I hate the heat
I got a backstreet lover on the passenger seat
I got my hand in my pocket, so determined, discreet I pray
Once upon a time I could control myself
Once upon a time I could lose myself
You think I got my eyes closed
But I'm lookin' at you the whole fuckin' time
Once upon a time I could control myself
Once upon a time I could lose myself
Once upon a time I could love myself
Once upon a time I could love you
Once |
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Even Flow 04:54 |
Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again.
Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better set a days
Hand out faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar
Dark grin he can't help when he's happy, looks insane
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
He don't know, so he chases them away
Someday, yea, he'll begin his life again
Life again, Life again
Kneeling, looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read
Praying now to something that has never showed him anything
Feeling understands the weather of the winters on its way
Ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
He don't know, so he chases them away
Someday, yea, he'll begin his life again
Whispering hands gently lead him away
Him away, him away
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
He don't know, so he chases them away
Someday, yea, he'll begin his life again
Whispering hands gently lead him away
Him away, him away |
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Alive 05:41 |
"Son," she said, "have I got a little story for you
What you thought was your daddy was nothin' but a...
While you were sitting home alone at age thirteen
your real daddy was dyin'. Sorry you didn't see him, but I'm glad we talked..."
I'm still alive
She walks slowly, across a young man's room.
She said "I'm ready for you"
"I can't remember anything to this very day,
'cept the look, the look
Oh, you know where, now I can't see, I just stare"
I'm still alive
"Is something wrong?" she said
Well of course there is
"You're still alive," she said
Oh, and do I deserve to be?
Is that the question?
And if so, if so, who answers, who answers?
I'm still alive |
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Why Go 03:19 |
She scratches a letter into a wall made of stone
Maybe someday another child won't feel as alone as she does
It's been two years, and counting, since they put her in this place
She's been diagnosed by some stupid fuck, and mommy agrees
Why go home?
She seems to be stronger, but what they want her to be is weak
She could play pretend, she could join the game, boy
She could be another clone
Why go home?
What you taught me
Put me here
Don't come visit, mother
Sting me
Why go home?
What you taught me
Put me here
Don't come visit, mother
Why go home? |
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Black 05:44 |
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay,
were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul as the earth to the sun.
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn.
And all I ever taught her was everything.
I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds of what was everything?
All the pictures had all been washed in black, tattooed everything
I take a walk outside, I'm surrounded by some kids at play.
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
All my twisted thoughts that spin round my head,
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning.
How quick the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything?
All the pictures had all been washed in black, tattooed everything
All the love gone bad, turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky,
but why, why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine? |
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Jeremy 05:19 |
At home, drawing pictures of mountain tops with him on top.
Lemon yellow sun.
Arms raised in a v, and the dead lay in pools of maroon below.
Daddy didn't give attention to the fact that mommy didn't care.
King Jeremy the wicked ruled his world.
Jeremy spoke in class today.
Jeremy spoke in class today.
Clearly I remember pickin' on the boy, seemed a harmless little fuck.
But we unleashed a lion. Gnashed his teeth and bit the recess lady's breast,
How could I forget?
And he hit me with a surprise left.
My jaw left hurtin', dropped wide open just like the day, oh, like the day I heard:
Daddy didn't give affection, no, and the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear.
King Jeremy the wicked, oh, ruled his world.
Jeremy spoke in class today.
Jeremy spoke in class today.
Jeremy spoke in class today.
Try to forget this, try to forget this
Try to erase this, try to erase this from the blackboard
Jeremy spoke in class today.
Jeremy spoke in class today.
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in...
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in...
Jeremy spoke in class today. |
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Oceans 02:42 |
Hold on to the thread
The currents will shift
Glide me towards...
You know something's left
And we're all allowed
To dream of the next
The next time we touch
You don't have to stray
Though oceans away
Waves roll in my thoughts
Hold tight the ring
The sea will rise...
Please stand by the shore
I will be...
I will be there once more |
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Porch 03:31 |
What the fuck is this world running to
You didn't leave a message,
At least I could've learned your voice one last time
Daily minefield, this could be my time 'bout you?
Would you hit me?
Would you hit me?
All the bills go by,
And initiatives are taken up
By the middle, there ain't gonna be any middle any more
And the cross I'm bearing home
Ain't indicative of my place
Left the porch
Left the porch
Hear my name, take a good look
This could be the day
Hold my hand, walk beside me
I just need to say
Hear my name, take a good look
This could be the day
Hold my hand, lie beside me
I just need to say
I could not take just one day
I know when I would not ever touch you
Hold you, feel you, everhold, never again |
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Garden 04:59 |
She don't wander in, don't wander in here, she
She don't wander in here, don't wander in here
The direction of the eye, so misleading
The defection of the soul, nauseously quick
I don't question our existence
I just question our modern needs
She don't wander in, don't wander in here, she
She don't wander in here
I will walk with my hands bound
I will walk with my face blood
I will walk with my shadow flag
Into your garden, garden of stone
After all is done, and we're still alone
I won't be taken
Yet I'll go with my hands bound
I will walk with my face blood
I will walk with my shadow flag
Into your garden, garden of stone
I don't show, I don't share
I don't need, what you have to give
I will walk with my hands bound
I will walk with my face blood
I will walk with my shadow flag
Into your garden, garden
I will walk with my hands bound
I will walk into your garden, garden of stone
I don't know, I don't care
I don't need you for me to live |
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Deep 04:18 |
On the edge, windowsill
Ponders his maker, ponders his will
To the street below, he just ain't nothin'
But he's got a great view, and he sinks the needle deep
Can't touch the bottom
In too deep
Can't touch the bottom
On the edge of a know-nothin' town
Feelin' quite superior, the aged come
To the sky above he just ain't nothin'
But he's got a great view, and he sinks a burning knife deep
Can't touch the bottom
In too deep
Can't touch the bottom
In too deep
On the edge of a Christmas clean love
Young virgin from heaven visiting Hell
To the man above her she just ain't nothin'
And she doesn't like the view
She doesn't like the view
But he sinks himself deep
Can't touch the bottom
In too deep
Can't touch the bottom
Can't touch the bottom |
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Release 09:03 |
Father
I see the world, feel the truth
Which way to go, windowsill
I see the world's on a rocking horse of time
I see the birds in the rain
Dear dad, can you see me now
I am myself, like you somehow
I'll ride the wave where it takes me
I'll hold the pain
Release me
Dear dad, can you see me now
I am myself, like you somehow
I'll wait up in the dark for you to speak to me
I'll open up
Release me
Release me |
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