Wild Gift

Wild Gift

Slash, 1981

Produced By: Ray Manzarek

Recorded At: Clover Recorders, Hollywood, CA, March 1981


The Once Over Twice


I just heard the sad song by another band
Sung by another man
He gave me the once over twice I said when
He said okay so long
He hung me with the endless rope

I could throw my lipstick
And bracelets like gravel
And move to Alabama
I got some more Scotch instead
Then I died a thousand times
He hung me with the endless rope

Then I died a thousand times
Maybe you don't
But I do
Got a hole in my heart
Size of my heart
Size of my heart
He hung me with the endless rope

I'll see you and I'll raise you off the floor
I'll floor you and we'll dance without a band
I just heard the sad song hang another man
He hung me with the endless rope

We're Desperate


I play too hard when I ought to go to sleep
They pick on me because I really got the beat
Some people give me the creeps
Every other week I need a new address
Landlord landlord landlord cleaning up the mess
Our whole fucking life is a wreck

We're deperate
Get used to it
Its kiss or kill

Coca-cola and a Motorola kitchen
Nauga-hyde and a tie-dye t-shirt
Last night everything broke

Adult Books


Many many guys and girls
All real beauties
Everybody making a stab
They hurt themselves
Singles rule the world
Feeding on fresh blood
One track eye
Below the belt

All in a line
All in a line
They're all in a line
Like adult books
I don't understand
Jackie Susann meant it that way

Clifford shackles Jane
Throws her on the floor
She says, no, no, yes
And he cuts the chains
Do plenty people go for tomata
Yes, but he just goes for that special girl
Who says, no

Universal Corner


Slip around some universal corner
Like a woman
Slip around some corner pick up the phone
Like a woman
She must build a fire next to the pay phone
Heat is the point, smoke on the reciever
Light up to its universal ringing
Like a woman
Picking it up, her heat blinds the night
And rises
And rises

She lets you in on her biggest secret
Like a woman
She wants a man who knows all the right places
Like a woman
Washing his feet with her tears
She'd dry them with her hair
Among the undefiled, she's gone wild
Her sins will sin from behind her
Like a woman
Dropping the phone she leaves it dead
To the dead men
The dead men

Screaming Magdaline
I'm so waiting, is there anyone so waiting
Screaming Magdaline
She is running

I'm Coming Over


I'm coming over
I'm coming over
I'm coming over
So move over
Make the bed up
Pull the covers down
Tear the sheets off
Fluff up the pillow
And remove them

I'm coming over
I'm coming over
I'm coming over
So move over
Light months on a lonely mattress (?)
Light months on a lonely mattress (?)

I'm coming over
I'm coming over
I'm coming over
So move over
I'm Madonna on a mattress
I'm Madonna on a mattress
And I'm coming over

It's Who You Know


Baby you look like somebody
Ooooh to know
Like a rose comin out of a photo
All your lipstick shows
I don't wanna make you cry
I don't wanna even try
I just wanna meet you
It' who you know

Oh you can talk to me
Make my life complete
When I think of the ways I can use you
Get me off the streets
Then we spend the night in bed
And I can't loose my head
Even in lovin
It's who you know

In This House That I Call Home


A hundred lives are shoved inside
Guests arrive to dump their mess
Obedient host and visiting wife
Come outa the bedroom
Straightening clothes

In this house that I call home
Nobody knows the party rules
Gotta get in but there's no room
In this house that I call home

Beautiful walls are closing in
Looking at you you're having a nightmare
Stumble over tombstone shoes
But it's too soon

I finally look in your sweet eyes
And somebody comes with a bottle of beer
After he leaves I turn for a kiss
And see the lady next door
She's naked in the street

Some Other Time


Let's not talk about bombs or the brain impulses of severed limbs
You will always subtract your arms from my arms
Someone always interupts us
While we talk so I'm gonna draw this evening's line
Before my wash hangs on it for everyone to see

It's very bad luck to draw the line
On the night before the worlds ends
We can draw the line some other time

This midnight I will turn into a beer
I will dream of you between nightmares
And wars and toss and turn
Ain't you gonna take me for a ride drink and drive
Down to the L.A. River bed I'll make no mistakes
And I'll behave

White Girl


She's blonde
She came along the sidewalk
Leave a trail of blue and black
Up to you
Fighting back

Steel chains
A noose of charms on our necks
I find nothing when we talk and sit
Blue heart passion and watch the set

Easy to fall
Part of your skull
Starts to break away
A cheaters walk
Down the block
Behind this evil street

She's a white girl
I'm living with a white girl

Nineteen
Missing her man for an old girl
Drain every beer left over at home
And listen to ghosts in the other room

Why not
You're alone inside his keeping
I'll replace your drunk old man
Sit in the parking lot and hold your hand

Easy to fall
Part of your skull
Starts to break away
Drugged and in love
Out at a club
Pulling me outside

Beyond and Back


I'll go somewhere else
I'll move to the couch
It's darker in the dark
It's darker in the day
I forgot you were a liar

Now it's five to twelve
Shut up and smoke
And I'll go somewhere else
No more orange nightgowns
One o'clock and then it ends

This is no place
To be addicted to another place

Never get to go
Don't you want me to make it
I took as long as you took
You take alot from me
I forgot you were a thief

I want to be like her
Instead I stay nowhere
Marked down in the basement
Lousy at the bottom
A life of intermission

Back 2 the base


Man on the bus
Screaming about Presley
Man on the bus
Screaming about Presley
All tied up got a knot in his hands
He says
'Presley sucked on doggie dicks
I'm the king of rock 'n roll
If you don't like it you can lump it

You gotta get me back to the base
You gotta get me back to the base

Presleys been dead
The body means nothing
Man in the back
Says Presley sucked dicks
With a picture of lil Stevie
Over his head
I'm in the back with a hole in my throat

Man on the bus
Screaming about Presley
Rips a newspaper up in his hands
Helicopter shoots down a military spot
Everybody runs from screaming about presley

When Our love Passed Out on the Couch


Make out
When you passed out
On the sofa
Kissing any little child that comes along
I'm gonna leave on
The record
Too loud for you to hear me spreading
Technicolor blood

I hate it
I love you
I hate that I need to know
What you do
When our love passed out on the couch

You're Fateful
I'm hateful
And I ruin any kind of fun
You have in mind
Like make out
When you pass out
On the sofa
Kissing any little child who comes along

Year One


Year on little babies
Year one on their TVs
No a.d. b.c. a.d.
Patriotic people sleep
In Washington D.C.
Waiting waiting waiting

They don't feel a thing
No dolls no debutantes
No desperate living class
No Roman Catholic mass
No magazines no T.V.
No R.C.A. no G.E.

Year one in our history
Year one in society
They're waiting for the son
For any son to come
Year one you're on I'm one