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Generation X: The Definitive Sound of 90’s Indie
Disc 1
01. Queer
02. Jack Names the Planets
03. French Disko
04. Baby's Alright
05. Saturn 5
06. Medication
07. Song for Up
08. Sheela-Na-Gig
09. Personal World
10. Silver Surfing
11. Voodoo Lady
12. Punishment Kiss
13. Oblong
Disc 2
01. Weirdo
02. Something Wild
03. Groovy Train
04. A Girl Like You
05. Rollercoaster
06. Peepshow
07. Gentlemen
08. Thudersley Invacar
09. God Knows It's True
10. Plastic Ashtray
11. Love Your Money
12. We Are the Beautiful
13. Harvest Spoon
Disc 3
01. Fools Gold
02. 20th Century Gods
03. Def Con One
04. Death Goes to the Disco
05. Get Higher
06. Kill Your Television
07. I Feel You
08. Some Fool's Mess
09. Where the Wild Roses Grow
10. Non-Sequitor
11. Brixton
12. Foolish Pride
13. Touch Me, I'm Sick
14. Teenage Sensation
They call me the Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her
I knew she was the one
She stared at my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river
All bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face

They call me the Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I've seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"

On the second day he came with a single red rose
He said: "Give me your loss and your sorrow!"
I nodded my head
As I lay on the bed
"If I show you the roses will you follow?"

They call me the Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses, and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
She lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, said "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

They call me the Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day