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Snakeskin (live at the Town Pump)

from Big Night Out (1989) by Phil Smith & Corsage

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Snakeskin

Hold it baby, who goes there ?
I’ve seen you round here before
yeah, yeah I’ve seen you,
a-coming round my door
but I did not wish to be disturbed
I told you so long ago
oh baby baby you got the nerve
ahh you better go !”


Snakeskin
crystalline
burning all through the night
snakeskin shimmer
snakeskin glow
snakeskin burning out of control


A cold country marks the occasion
I live my life the way I choose
I go where I want to go
it seems these days that there’s nothing to lose
so it wasn’t like she hadn’t been warned
that’s just the way these things go
they stood there in the cabin cold
ah he should have told her so long ago

Snakeskin
crystalline
burning all through the night
snakeskin shimmer
snakeskin glow
snakeskin growing out of control

Breathless, she woke up
another day left behind
slowly, rising
she gave him a piece of her mind
she said “I didn’t want to tell you this
but it’s something you oughta know
t (I should have told you so long ago).

Chorus
she said
hold me baby hold me tight
snakeskin growing all through the night
snakeskin shimmer
snakeskin glow
snakeskin burnin’ out of control

She took him at his word
she left the past behind
last thing that I hear
I think she’s going out of her mind
So that is how your snakeskin grows
look out for love, stay on your toes
keep your candles burnin bright
snakeskin growin’ all through the night.

Snakeskin
crystalline
burning all through the night
snakeskin shimmer
snakeskin glow
snakeskin growing/burning out of control

Dusty fairgrounds
bad-eyed strangers
they’re still lookin’ for the danger signs
they’re dyin’
we’re dyin’
so afraid to leave the past behind
empty roads
mark the occasion
empty stores creeping up the block
leather faces
winter traces (faded traces)
leather hands pointing at the clock
fingers ready
the explosion
a single shot and I’ll shoot out the sun
don’t you worry not to worry
there’s no hurry a friendly country
I figure lately that I’m the number one it’s gone as far as it’s gonna go
all strung out
on the occasion
the sky so big and the room so small
it’s a-forming
without warning
there’s a snakeskin movin’ cross the sky
not a rattler
not a cobra
just wait until the sun comes up goes down
the sun burnin’
the priest sweating
the whole town stares at the bright window
things were changing
they lay kissing
just wait until the sun goes down
don’t ask me (don’t touch me)
don’t touch me (don’t ask me)
I never want to see that look again
no choice but to torch the snakeskin
burning love in a burning shed
the priest decides
the town agrees
no question she’d be better off dead….

credits

from Big Night Out (1989), released November 1, 1989
Phil Smith - vocals
Bill Napier- Hemy - guitar
Steve Quinn - guitar
Ron Allan - bass
John Cody - drums

Written by P.Smith/B.Napier-Hemy.

Recorded by Ron Obvious on Walkman III Pro

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Phil Smith & Corsage Vancouver, British Columbia

Emerging out of Vancouver during the post-punk era, the musical collective Corsage features the core group of Phil Smith (vocals), Bill Napier-Hemy (guitar), Ron Allan (bass) and John Cody (drums). Over 7 albums and numerous live performances and broadcasts, they have collaborated with some of Vancouver's finest musical and artistic talents on songs that run from trance to hard pop to techno-folk. ... more

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