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Generation Six Pack
Pure
Generation Six Pack
Genres: Alternative Rock, Pop
 
  •  Track Listings (13) - Disc #1

Vancouver, British Columbia's best-kept secret may just be a quartet named Pure. On their major label debut, they display the psychedelic pop panache of the Flaming Lips and the rambling devil-may-care weirdness of Pavemen...  more »

     

CD Details

All Artists: Pure
Title: Generation Six Pack
Members Wishing: 0
Total Copies: 0
Label: Atlantic/Q Records
Release Date: 10/1/1996
Genres: Alternative Rock, Pop
Style: Dance Pop
Number of Discs: 1
SwapaCD Credits: 1
UPC: 075679273123

Synopsis

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Vancouver, British Columbia's best-kept secret may just be a quartet named Pure. On their major label debut, they display the psychedelic pop panache of the Flaming Lips and the rambling devil-may-care weirdness of Pavement. Following in the tradition of both of those bands, Pure recorded and mixed the bulk of this record themselves in various different bedrooms and apartments. The sound is still quite warm and full, and the songs are all about people, places, and reminiscences. Pure may be a little more mainstream than the Lips and Pavement, but Generation Six-Pack is nonetheless a fine collection of weird, fuzzy pop songs. --Adem Tepedelen

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CD Reviews

Straight from the underground.
03/24/2004
(5 out of 5 stars)

"Pure is the best unpopular band there ever was. They wrote beautiful melodic rock songs with lyrics that were just weird enough. They really embodied what it meant to be an underground alternative band. If you are a high school geek that never gets picked in gym, but you want to rock out to intelligent, well done music, this is the band for you. Especially if you are in the brotherhood of chosen rejects."
Very strong
Uhnghrid | Everywhere | 11/16/2004
(5 out of 5 stars)

"This CD is amazing. Pure is like a more powerful and less overworked version of more popular alternative rock bands. Most of their songs sound cheerful on the superficial level, but there's an underlying depth to them, as well as a certain amount of creepiness, that nearly all bands lack in their songs. The subject matter of their lyrics is extremely original, and just abstract enough to be poetic. Though non of what I've just says quite describes the charm that makes this the most worthwhile rare CD I've found all year."
Pure: Generation Six-Pack: Lyrics
D. Patnode | Oregon | 10/24/2005
(5 out of 5 stars)

"Lyrics, in no particular order:







What it is



Turn it up a bit

Yeah, that's good

You will feel what is real

Touch the stove just to feel

It's no big deal

Then we'll gather round in the sunshine

What it is

It's what it is

And all the things that you've learned

Disappear and in time crush your fears

Then you'll have learned that when there's smoke

It don't mean there's fire

It just means there's smoke

It's what it is

Now you feel what is real

Touched the stove just to feel

It's no big deal

And now we'll gather round in the sunshine

What it is

It's what it is





Anna (is a Speed Freak)



Anna's in a natural pose

It's the hardest one to hold

But she holds like she's told

Anna wears her brother's clothes

She's been thrown from home

Got no where to go, but she goes

Anna's a speed freak

She loves the people she meets

She opens up her arms just to feel complete

She's a speed freak

Anna thinks that life's a trip

Until she slips

Rides the wave, feels OK

Not a communist, she's like the rest

Just failed the test is what she says

Well I guess it's pretty dumb

But I'm not the only one

Stand close to me right now

Please hold me for a while

Anna's a speed freak

Stands in a natural pose

Anna's a speed freak

It's the hardest one to hold

But she holds





Primajuana



We're talkin' crystals and Martians

Green grass and smoke

Because of a smile I see the unknown

I hear the sounds of Jonathan Richman

He sings us a song as we lay on the grass

Santa Fe's glowing with lights and meaning

Plants are singing, bells are ringing

This is primajuana

And I haven't felt like this for a while

I feel like a child

Primajuana

Roadkill for dinner then sleepwalk naked

I'm still spacin', stare in my head

My bed is a coffin, spirits around me

I try to remember but I forgot my name

On a bus trip to nowhere into the desert

Vanishing thoughts of a beautiful day

This is primajuana

And I haven't felt like this for a while

I'm sleeping like a child

Primajuana





The Hammock



Three, four

You stole my bike so I broke your nose

You said my mom was better looking than your mom

Well who knows

We stare at the sun a little closer

Pretty colours are taking over

Go down by the swing and hang out low

We'll be real low

Hanging out

Hanging out

Hanging out

Hanging out

Then you crashed that car and I took the blame

We fixed it up and then you crashed it again

And again

Then we moved apart and got all weird

I went out searching and you stayed back here

The hammock fell over and you've got no place to stay

And nobody's noticed that you've passed away

Hanging out

Hanging out

Hanging out

Hanging out

We're hanging out

I'm sick of hanging out

Come on now, hang out

We'll figure it out

When we're standing at the gate

And I can't get in

I'm too late





Denial



One day I went out walking

To find a butterfly

Screaming in an empty room

A man shot the sky

My heart beating faster

I think I'll go read my book

The faster we go, the less we know

A book sure sounds good

Denial

Denial

Seems like the faster we go

The less we see

The less that we know

Denial

Passing by the drugstore

I see this girl inside

Flippin' through a magazine

To see how she should be

I stare a little closer

No one seems to mind

That sad-happy look she's giving up for a while

Denial

Denial

Seems like the faster we go

The less we see

The less that we know

Talk about denial

Seems like the bigger the lie

The more you try

And the less you ask why

Denial

Heading down the seawall

Going back to my home

I see a friend who's always hurtin'

We talk for a while

Smiles are always nervous

Chances are that we'll laugh

Spill our guts, hurry up

Time's running fast

Denial





Drugs, Guns and Booze



Give me something that I can hold onto

And I'll stop shooting at you

Tell me stories about the future

And I'll stop shooting at you

Come on down and see my life

It's a masterpeice in global times

Future shock, drugs, guns, and booze

Lots of fun and music too

The voice of one is coming soon

Can't stand still, don't want to

Everyone come on down, come on down

Give me something that I can hold onto

And I'll stop shooting at you

Tell me stories about the old days

And I'll stop shooting at you





Wagner's Show (instrumental)





Monster



A monster lives inside of me and everyone

And I've heard it say I won't go away

It's trying hard to get out

I never want to give you up

Is that enough

But somehow now I just don't care

I'm not myself

I keep falling

And you're perfect, so perfect

And now you know

The monster lives inside of me

The monster lives inside of me

Inside of you

And I want to get back by your side

One more time

I keep falling

And you're perfect, so perfect

And now you see

The monster lives inside of me

The monster lives inside of me

I've heard it say I won't go away

And it's trying hard to get out





Popcycle



There's only one way

If you ever get mixed up try to figure it out

Get yourself a brand new truck

And drive it across the band

Yeah, we're a band

I'm into soap operas

I'm into pink flamingos

Just about anything, man

Hey little girl, you've gotta kiss the world goodbye

If you wanna become anything, kiss it goodbye

I wanna buy myself a church

And have all my friends over

And show 'em all a real good time

We'll all drink wine

And hang olives from our teeth

Nobody's gonna tell us what to do

My life's a soap opera

I have a friend who had a friend who had a wife

Who liked to suck it all the time

Yeah, so he had this little dilemma

You see one day he woke up to find

His friend's wife sucking on his popcycle

There's nothing better than a quimsickle

Get down on your knees and spray, yeah pray

Buy yourself a church

There's no better way to find god







Lemonade



Decide to wash the car

So get the soap and sponge

And do the windows up

Before the water leaks

I see you across the street

Decide to pick you up

You picked me up



Its just a lazy afternoon

Driven round with you

We don't know what to say

So we drink some lemonade



Throwing popcorn out the door

In case were getting lost

Swerve to miss a porsche

Then i turn and thank the lord

But i thought that i heard you say

That you love me - hey i love you too



Get funky on lemonade



We lost our trail

And it gotten dark

Hey i think we're lost

In a parking lot







Nobody Knows I'm New Wave



In my closet there's a bunch of records

Flock of Seagull and Iron Maiden

It got confusing when we were children

Separation and the beauty myth

Now I don't know me from a hole in the wall

Thats OK, guess I'm new wave



When after all was said and done

We turned our back and walked into the sun

Now our T-shirts are at garage sales

Twenty-five cents buys our history

Now I don't know me from a hole in the wall

Thats OK, guess I'm new wave

And in the future it'll stay the same

Born a pisces and become new wave







Lilac



We were going grazing with the cows

And you told me stories about

The color of our sky

Then the food tasted just like glue

And the sun looked like the moon

No one told the truth about the sky



Lilac

I wonder what's inside of our sky

To make it lilac



A bird stuck in the mud

It didn't look like fun

So we turned and walked away

Cause its to much to feel anyway

So we turned and walked away

Smilen' at the sky

Our perfect sky

Lilac







The Tip



Live on the tip

Sleep late on the Astroturf

Everything's so fake

And all they want to do is sell your soul

Once its solid, its solid

So don't tip your hat

Try and relax

You've got a flown' hand

So don't tip your hat

When I failed to hale

A chump came foam'n at the mouth

And its hard to laugh

When that chumps got a gun in your back

All you've got is hope

So don't tip your hat

Just try and relax

You've got a flown' hand

So don't tip your hat"