Kill All Hippies Live Set

Recorded live during The Crimea's headlining set for the Kill All Hippies club night at Scala, London on May 21st 2005. These tracks were put up as single or an all-in-one download on the TuneTribe website the following evening under the Kill All Hippies label. There were originally eight tracks in the full download but that was quickly reduced to seven with Lottery Winners On Acid being removed from the site. You can view The Crimea's page on TuneTribe.com here or the album's page here where you can purchase the tracks for 1.00 each or 5.00 the lot.

Tracklisting:
opposite ends
white russian galaxy
weird
losing my hair
evil
lottery winners on acid
girl just died
someone's crying
Kill All Hippies
KAH Front Cover
TuneTribe.com Promo Pic
KAH Promo Pic


Opposite Ends

Done something real bad this time, practically signed my own death warrant, she was staring right at me burning my eyelashes.
Just the two of us left in this rusty old tub, neither overjoyed to be out of love.
It takes one black cloud to spoil the bright day, I was the black cloud, she was the bright day.
Isobelle, remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel...

You and I and not the screaming animals with yellow jealous eyes,
and not the decoration of the battle last night
when we wake up in the morning both at opposite ends,
wake up in the morning both at opposite ends.

You look so good I wanna see hundreds and thousands of you crawling through the dessert like a crusade of half-dead blue bottles.
Our brains leave their sculls, walk the tightrope of our rabbit in the headlight, stares, melting together like pink and white marshmallows.
Yeah I was a fool and yeah you were a fool but who can name a penny that has not been in the pocket of a fool, of a fool, of a fool...
Isobelle, remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel...

You and I and not the screaming animals with yellow jealous eyes,
and not the decoration of the battle last night
when we wake up in the morning both at opposite ends,
wake up in the morning both at opposite ends.

It's hardly the stuff of legend, I ask the questions, get down off your broomstick and sweep the floor.
Sometimes I think you could be more than just a punch bag with lipstick on, when I'm half-baked and the red mist is gone
I see you lying there, wishing it could always be this way, that I could die this day, you always lying there,
me always half-baked without a care in the stupid world, without a stupid world to care about...

Isobelle, Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
Isobelle, Isobelle, remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel, feel.


White Russian Galaxy

Straight out of high school and into the jungle
searching for Tarzan who might be dad.
You kick like a mule, short of an oscar
And screaming blue murder at newly weds.

Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows

You talk like a fish in nonsensical bubbles
then blow the word bitch through your smoke ring.
You cause only trouble, you bring only suffering,
just get in the spaceship and stop bleeding.

Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows

Won't you tell me why do you never sing in church on Sunday?
Why won't you ever go all the way?
You're floating towards heavenly hell, hanging from the rafters like a church bell.
You're light years away from reality, lonely, and lost in a White Russian Galaxy.

Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head

Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head

Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on

Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on


Weird

Teradactols take on the helicopter gunships.
Brace yourself, this is the appocolypse.
Two worlds colide, two worlds colide,
in a blaze of black and white the moon explodes in the dark, dark, dark night.

See this cave, see this canyon,
see this black hole, see this casm.
See the storm brew, feel the Earth move,
take a quantum leap with all the other freaks.
It's not easy being weird in a world with no idea how.

(?) (?) more therapy.
Throw down your... oh, sorry, how stupid of me.
'Til kingdom come, 'til my time on Earth is done.
In a blaze of black and white the moon explodes in the dark, dark, dark night.

See this cave, see this canyon,
see this black hole, see this casm.
See the storm brew, feel the Earth move,
take a quantum leap with all the other freaks.
It isn't easy being weird in a world with no idea how.

Teradactols take on the helicopter gunships,
Teradactols take on the helicopter gunships,
Teradactols take on the helicopter gunships,
Teradactols take on the helicopter gunships.


Loosing My Hair

There's a swinger in the bar, over the kicked chair,
been hanging their since Tuesday, just don't mention Tuesday.
How d'you treat a stranger, how d'you keep her warm at night?
When all is said and done you know it's barely worth your while.

Loosing, loosing my hair.
Loosing, loosing my hair.

There's no two ways about it, this is the Grand Finale.
Peace talks in a cafe, just dont mention Tuesday.
Robbed of our sanity by that old chestnut vanity.
Lost in the lonely street you know it's barely worth your while.

Loosing, loosing my hair.
Loosing, loosing my hair.

Somewhere between the Zanzibar and the second coming;
We crossed the great divide with fortune on our side.
All through the night we drove by the ghosts of road accidents past,
women and children like half eaten apples on the roadside verge.

Falling, falling, falling ever closer to
We're falling, falling, falling ever closer to
And we're falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling
We're falling, falling, falling ever closer to...

And we're falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling
We're falling, falling, falling ever closer to...


Evil

In a world gone loopty loo,
there's no room for me and you.
Under the influence of narcotics
my baby, my baby, she's got it.

What if it all goes wrong,
what if they never find a cure?
Evil,
Evil

I'm the only living boy,
you're the only living girl.
Under the influence of narcotics
my baby, my baby, she's a chronic.

What if it all goes wrong,
what if they never find a cure?
Evil,
Evil

What if it all goes wrong,
what if there is no known cure?
Evil

Then I see her face,
cold influcence.
And I see her face,
cold influcence.

Evil
Evil
What if it all goes wrong,
what if they never find a cure?

What if it all goes wrong,
what if they never find a cure?

I'm the only living boy,
you're the only living girl.


Lottery Winners On Acid

If she gets a black eye I want a black eye,
if she gets a splinter I want a splinter too.
If she gets a dissease I want a dissease,
if she goes tripping I go falling over.

We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid,
everything she say I was thinking anyway.
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid,
everything she say I was thinking anyway.

If she like Gordons I like Gordons,
if she likes the black stuff I like the black stuff too.
If she gets scabies I want scabies,
if she goes tripping I go falling over.

We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid,
everything she say I was thinking anyway.
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid,
everything she say I was thinking anyway.

If your momma could see you know,
what would she think of her boy,
what would she think of her boy?

We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid,
everything she say I was thinking anyway.
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid,
everything she say I was thinking anyway.

We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid,
everything she say I was thinking anyway.


Girl Just Died

Seven different girls, seven different times I cursed myself,
always scared the real one might arrive.
Seven different times, seven diffrent nights I hated myself,
always scared that the real one might just appear.

I come in two halves,
really good and really bad.
I come in two halves,
really good and really bad.

If you wanna see my happy side
better tell me that my girl just died.
If you wanna see my happy side
better tell me that my girl just died,
my girl just died.

Seven different Santas and seven different Grotos at the same time,
all scared that the real one might arive.
Seven different Gods and seven different churches at the same time,
all scared that the real one might just appear.

I come in two halves,
really good and really bad.
I come in two halves,
really good and really bad.

If you wanna see my happy side
better tell me that my girl just died.
If you wanna see my happy side
better tell me that my girl just died,
my girl just died.

Made the same mistakes again,
entered the lions den.
Learnt nothing down memory lane
only that we'll never change.
Made the same mistakes again...

If you wanna see the beast in me,
keep on talking and eventually
you will see the beast in me,
my girl just...

If you wanna see my happy side
better tell me that my girl just died.
If you wanna see my happy side
better tell me that my girl just died,

If you wanna see me fall apart,
if you wanna break my purple heart,
if you wanna see my happy side
better tell me that my girl just died,
my girl just died.


Someone's Crying

Someone's crying, Lord, someone's crying.
Someone's in trouble, Lord, someone's in danger.
Someone's on their last legs, Lord, someone's on the way out.
Someone's been butchered, Lord, someone's been smoked.

Someone who made the finest apple pie
this side of the after-life.
Someone never reached the big three-oh.

How could you let her go?
How could you let her go, oh silent one?

Someone's crying, Lord, someone's crying.
Someone's who meant something to me Lord, someone I needed.
Someone came along, Lord, someone stopped me in my tracks.
Someone's been butchered, Lord, someone's not coming back.

Someone who made the finest apple pie
this side of the after-life.
Someone never made it through their teens.

Still you fail to intervene,
still you fail to intervene, oh silent one...

Someone gigantuan, Lord, someone titanic.
Someone of substance, Lord, someone of granite.
Someone's no longer Lord, somebody's had it.
Where was your magic, Lord, where was your magic?


All lyrics (p) & 2005 Double Dragon Music.

All lyrics interpreted by Christopher Friend.
As they were worked out by ear they may be wrong in places.