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Iggy Pop

Iggy Pop (born James Newell Osterberg, Jr.; April 21, 1947) is an American singer, songwriter, musician, and actor. Though widely known as an innovator of punk rock, Pop's music has encompassed a number of styles over the years, including pop, hard rock, jazz and blues. Pop became known as 'Iggy' in high school, during which time he served as drummer for local blues band The Iguanas. He is vocalist of influential protopunk band The Stooges (Pop and the other surviving members of the group reunited in 2003), having become known, since the late 1960s, for his outrageous and unpredictable stage antics. more »

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2002

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Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin broken down

You looked for work and money and you walked a rugged mile
You looked for work and money and you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile

Your baby's eyes look crazy, they're a tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes look crazy, they're a tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe

The rats have got your flour, bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour, bad blood it got your mare
If there's anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares?

You prayed to the Lord above oh, please send you a friend
You prayed to the Lord above oh, please send you a friend
Your empty pocket tell you
That you ain't a got no friend

Your babies are crying louder now, it's pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now, it's pounding on your brain
Your wife's screams are stabbin' you
Like the dirty drivin' rain

Your grass is turning black, there's no water in your well
Your grass is turning black, there's no water in your well
Your spent your last lone dollar
On seven shotgun shells

Way out in the wilderness, a cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness, a cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That's hangin' on the wall

Your brain is a bleedin' and your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a bleedin' and your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That you're holdin' in your hand

There's seven breezes a blowin' all around the cabin door
There's seven breezes a blowin' all around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's pounding roar

There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born

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