Story Behind the Song
Super Model comes from the Rolystone Brokenhead sessions. As with all the tracks recorded in those sessions basic tracks (hoffys drums, Shauns Guitar and Tims Bass) were all layed down live. Shaun then did the wammied guitar using Andrews fender again which was piped through some odd pedals (Boss T Wah. Ibanez Phazer) into the AC30. Vocals were done last of all. Thanks to Tim Hoffy and Gary for the Nah Nah Nahs.
Lyrics
Welcome the supermodel to the stage. She’s beautiful.
Doesnt need to be anything else.
Automatic qualification ordained and adorned.
Exalted and exorted to sign another autograph, smoke another cigarette
She walks that line that fine white line.
Talk about trash, walking cold cash, it’s beautiful.
Got a need for speed, gotta feed that greed.
Nominal consultation. Take it all on board, there’s other options to explore.
Read it in the fasion line, the culture of the fine white lie.
Shes got the look to sell the kingdom. This aint no make believe world.
One Knowing smile and the place is all mine, gonna watch it all burn.
Gonna take it to the top.
I’m gonna squeeze it for every last drop.
Gonna shake it, take it, and bake it,
Remake it, remould it, retake it.
She’s got the look to sell the kingdom. This ain’t no make believe world.
One Knowing smile and the place is all mine, gonna watch it all burn.
Gonna watch it all burn X 4
The beautiful girls with the silk and the pearls
Are not looking for answers, not taking chances.
Starving by choice, submerging their voice.
For hollow eyed flunkies, pre-puebesant junkies.
Prize them for youth in all private boothes.
Torment the lonely feed them balony.
Blaming the different instead of indifference
Millinial fever the new psycic trigger.
TV the finger on this cosmic lever.
Bankers and wankers, buyers and rorters.
Who pays the bills? Your sons and your daughters.
Mechanical love, and electrical soul.
Digital shelter in a man made desert.
Terms of affection, signs of rejection.
Shattered assumption, reserved presumption.
Beauty they say is only skin deep, but ugliness soaks right to the bone.
You dont think but you feel.
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