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St. Nazaire
Available on:Lyrics:
Down at the rocks at St. Nazaire
I drank a bottle and a fuck me prayer
I washed out with the greasy tide
I went down on the Selkie bride
Her daddy’s dead and her eyes are black
Smells like spliff and Armagnac
She lost her coat, but I like her style
She lost her head, but I like her smile
I'm all done talking to you, oh
And I don't wanna be true, no
I'm all done talking to you
I drank a bottle and a fuck me prayer
Down at the rocks at St. Nazaire
Her daddy’s dead and her eyes are black
I washed out, never going back
I'm all done talking to you, oh
And I don't wanna be true, no
I'm done with talking to you
I'm all done talking to you, oh
And I don't wanna be true, no
I'm done with talking to you
Notes:
The song was initially inspired by an Allied attack on a Nazi submarine base in World War II. As the song progressed during the recording process for Beneath the Eyrie it lost most of this imagery (“Nazi Ghosts and Submarines”), taking instead more inspiration from the Scottish mythology of the Selkie and a more “Mars Vs. Venus” tone. Charles Thompson described the final version of the song in episode 4 of A Pixies Podcast as “A fuck you song” with a jilted lover.
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