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Generation Six-Pack
Pure
Generation Six-Pack
Genres: Alternative Rock, Pop, Rock
 
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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 Pavemen...  more »

      
   
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All Artists: Pure
Title: Generation Six-Pack
Members Wishing: 0
Total Copies: 1
Label: Mammoth / Pgd
Release Date: 10/1/1996
Genres: Alternative Rock, Pop, Rock
Style: Dance Pop
Number of Discs: 1
SwapaCD Credits: 1
UPC: 035498015021

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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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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"