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Sunday Samples 297

October 7, 2012

While watching Chasing Mavericks, I was sort of surprised to hear “Pepper” by the Butthole Surfers. It did sort of fit with the scene, but if you actually remember the song — or can make out the verse they use — it doesn’t exactly fit with the rest of the movie. In fact, it’s pretty wrapped up in my own head with Kids. For those who don’t remember, here it is.

Marky got with Sharon, Sharon got Cheri
As she was sharin’ Sharon’s outlook on the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar, and Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin’; they were doin’ it in Texas

Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain
And then he lost his leg in Dallas; he was dancin’ with a train
They were all in love with dyin’; they were drinking from a fountain
That was pourin’ like an avalanche, comin’ down the mountain

I don’t mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how to look through other people’s eyes

Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche, comin’ down the mountain

I don’t mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people’s eyes

Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death, he caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever present football player-rapist
They were all in love with dyin’; they were doin’ it in Texas

Paulie caught a bullet but it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot and got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin’; they were drinkin’ from a fountain
That was pourin’ like an avalanche, comin’ down the mountain

I don’t mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people’s eyes

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