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Bananafishbones
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Bananafishbones was released on May 22, 1984 by Rhino/Elektra as a part of the album The Top
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AlbumThe Top
Release DateMay 22, 1984
LabelRhino/Elektra
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Cure
The Cure
Performer
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Guitar, Vocals, Keyboards, Bass Guitar, Harmonica
A. Anderson
A. Anderson
Drums, Percussion
Laurence Tolhurst
Laurence Tolhurst
Drum Machine
Lol Tolhurst
Lol Tolhurst
Keyboards
Porl Thompson
Porl Thompson
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Songwriter, Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Producer
Dave Allen
Dave Allen
Producer, Mixing Engineer
Chris Parry
Chris Parry
Producer
Howard Gray
Howard Gray
Engineer

Lyrics

Curl into a ball like you have more fun
Well that would make it faster
Why do you do it, do you do it, do you act like you?
Why do you do it, do you act like you?
Don't fight
Go red, and blue, and black, and white
And sell this, sell this
Or leave it senseless like a suck on a gun?
"Put a piece of metal in your head", you said
Make you dead, make you hippa, hippa, hippa, hippa
A palace of stones
Of your bananafishbones
I'd buy you a hundred years old
To celebrate our difference
Theorise and talk yourself
Until you're tired and old
Disappear everywhere, and watch me
Pull my lips apart
Exploit, inspire, encourage
Be responsible for this
Ha, ha
I don't think
I don't think
I make use of all this time
Oh, kill me, kiss me once
And then we'll throw it away
And then we'll throw it away
Curl into a ball like you have more fun
Well that would make it faster
Why do you do it, do you do it, do you act like you?
Why do you do it, do you act like you?
Don't fight
Go red, and blue, and black, and white
And sell this, sell this
Or leave it senseless like a suck on a gun?
"Put a piece of metal in your head", you said
Make you dead, make you hippa, hippa, hippa, hippa
Oh, I don't think
I don't think
I make use of all this time
Oh, kill me kiss me once
And then we'll throw it away
And then we'll throw it away
Tell me about the games you play
Oh, turn off the lights
And tell me about the games you play
Written by: Robert Smith
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