Groove Room - The Flaming Lips

The Flaming Lips - Finally the Punk Rockers Are Taking Acid: 1983–1988 - Groove Room

Disc 1
01.	Bag Full of Thoughts
02.	Out for a Walk
03.	Garden of Eyes / Forever Is a Long Time
04.	Scratchin’ the Door
05.	My Own Planet
06.	With You
07.	Unplugged
08.	Trains, Brains & Rain
09.	Jesus Shootin’ Heroin
10.	Just Like Before
11.	She Is Death
12.	Charlie Manson Blues
13.	Man From Pakistan
14.	Godzilla Flick
15.	Staring at Sound / With You
16.	Killer on the Radio
17.	Batman Theme
18.	Anyway, Anyhow, Anywhere
19.	Handsome Johnny
Disc 2
01.	Everything’s Explodin’
02.	One Million Billionth of a Millisecond on a Sunday Morning
03.	Maximum Dream for Evil Knievel
04.	Can’t Exist
05.	Ode to C.C., Part 1
06.	The Ceiling Is Bendin’
07.	Prescription: Love
08.	Thanks to You
09.	Can’t Stop the Spring
10.	Ode to C.C., Part 2
11.	Love Yer Brain
12.	Groove Room
13.	Jesus Shootin’ Heroin
14.	Trains, Brains & Rain
15.	Communication Breakdown
16.	One Million Billionth of a Millisecond on a Sunday Morning (live)
Disc 3
01.	Drug Machine in Heaven
02.	Right Now
03.	Michael, Time to Wake Up
04.	Chrome Plated Suicide
05.	Hari‐Krishna Stomp Wagon
06.	Miracle on 42nd St.
07.	Fryin’ Up
08.	Hell’s Angel’s Cracker Factory (edit)
09.	U.F.O. Story
10.	Redneck School of Technology
11.	Shaved Gorilla
12.	The Spontaneous Combustion of John
13.	Last Drop of Morning Dew
14.	Begs and Achin’
15.	Death Valley ’69
16.	Thank You
17.	Can’t Stop the Spring (remix)
18.	Jesus Shooting Heroin (live)
19.	My Own Planet (live)
20.	After the Gold Rush
21.	Death Tripping at Sunrise

Let's go down to the groove room, baby
Let me touch your hair
All I wanna do is make you happy
Let's all go down there
Their hair
Let's all go down there
Their hair
Let's all go down there
When all they wanna do is take my money
I never wanna go down there
All they wanna do is take my money
I never wanna go down there
There, there, there

Let's go down to the groove room, baby
Lots of strange things
Tempts his eyes round your fingertips
Your thoughts will separate
They're blamin' the pigs in the slaughterhouse
For bleedin' on their floors
Make you watch films like Apocalyspe Now
Till you can't watch anymore
No more
I can't watch no more
No more
I can't watch no more
When all they wanna do is take my money
I never wanna go down there
When all they wanna do is take my money
I never wanna go down there
There, there, there
Let's go down to the groove room, baby
Let me comb your hair
All because bands'll settle
They don't got no chairs
Chairs
They don't got no chairs
No chairs
They don't got no chairs
No-ho-ho-ho
They've no chairs
They've no chairs
I said, they don't got no chairs
No chairs
They don't got no chairs