Dead and Bloated, another great song from Stone Temple Pilots from their debut and best album “Core”. Yeah, I’m singing 90s stuff again.
Dead and Bloated was a song that tricked me when I first heard it. For those of you who have heard the song, the very first part has frontman Scott Weiland’s vocals through a compressed effect, so what did I do, I turned up the volume thinking that the whole song would be like this. When the guitars kicked in, I was hooked and kept the volume up. Dead and Bloated is, from the standpoint of songwriting, an A,B,C type of thing. The parts I sing comprise the major themes. When you listen to the song as it’s performed by STP, the shift from theme to theme is quite sudden. The lyrics are also simple as they basically repeat themselves depending upon the theme you are listening to. Hey, just because it’s simple, yet different doesn’t mean it’s bad. Dead and Bloated is still one of my favorite songs to date.
Only 98 days left…
Lyrics:
I am smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
‘Cause I’m dead and bloated
I am smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
‘Cause I’m dead and bloated
Ohh yeah, and she says it’s natural
I feel I’ve come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Oh yeah, and she says it’s natural
I feel I’ve come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can’t swallow what I’m thinkin’
You can’t swallow what I’m thinkin’
I am smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am trampled under sole of another man’s shoes
Guess I walked too softly
Ohh yeah, and she says it’s natural
I feel I’ve come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Ohh yeah, and she says it’s natural
I feel I’ve come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can’t swallow what I’m thinkin’
You can’t swallow what I’m thinkin’
I run through the world thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow, thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow, thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow
I am smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
‘Cause I’m dead and bloated
I run through the world thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow, thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow, thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow, thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow, thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow
I am smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me, somebody gave me,
Somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed
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