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Alice Cooper: Billion Dollar Babies

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Label: Warner Bros. Records
Released: 1973
Time:
 40:51
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Bob Ezrin
Rating: *****..... (6/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.alicecooper.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2011
Price in €: 1,00





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[1] Hello Hooray (Kempf) - 4:14
[2] Raped and Freezin' (Bruce/Cooper) - 3:15
[3] Elected (Bruce/Buxton/Cooper/Dunaway/Smith) - 4:05
[4] Billion Dollar Babies (Bruce/Cooper/Smith) - 3:39
[5] Unfinished Sweet (Bruce/Cooper/Smith) - 6:17
[6] No More Mr. Nice Guy (Bruce/Cooper) - 3:05
[7] Generation Landslide (Bruce/Buxton/Cooper/Dunaway/Smith) - 4:31
[8] Sick Things (Bruce/Cooper/Ezrin) - 4:18
[9] Mary Ann (Bruce/Cooper) - 2:19
[10] I Love the Dead (Cooper/Ezrin) - 5:08

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Alice Cooper - Composer, Vocals

Michael Bruce - Composer, Guitar, Rhythm Guitar, Keyboards, Background Vocals
Glen Buxton - Composer, Guitar
Bob Dolin - Keyboards
Donovan - Guitar
Neal Smith - Composer, Drums, Background Vocals
Dennis Dunaway - Bass, Composer, Background Vocals
Steve Hunter - Guitar
Mick Mashbir - Guitar
Dick Wagner - Guitar
Dave Libert - Vocals

Bob Ezrin - Audio Production, Composer, Original Album Producer, Producer
Bill Inglot - Editing, Reissue Producer, Release Production, Remastering, Remixing
David McLees - Reissue Producer, Release Production
Brian Nelson - Reissue Producer, Release Production
Brian Kehew - Editing, Remixing
Robin Black - Engineer
Jack Douglas - Engineer
Peter Flanagan - Engineer
Frank Hubach - Engineer
Ed Sprigg - Engineer
Shelly Yakus - Engineer
Charlie Watts - Mastering
Dan Hersch - Remastering
Greg Allen - Art Direction, Design
Hugh Brown - Art Direction
Pacific Eye & Ear - Design
E.A.R. - Concept, Design
Jo Motta - Project Coordinator
Randy Perry - Project Assistant
Steve Woolard - Project Coordinator
Shawn Amos - Editorial Coordinator
Norma Edwards - Editorial Research
Vanessa Atkins - Editorial Supervision
David P. Bailey - Cover Photo, Photography
Lynn Goldsmith - Photography
Neal Preston - Photography
 

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1973 LP Warner Bros. 1-2685
1973 CS Warner Bros. 4-2685
1987 CD Warner Bros. 2-2685
1987 CS Warner Bros. M5-2685
2005 CD Warner Bros. 2685

While their theatrical stage show (which featured the singer getting his head chopped off by a guillotine) may have made Alice Cooper a household name, the material on BILLION DOLLAR BABIES is so exceptional there is no danger of the music being overshadowed by gimmicks. The album became Cooper's biggest selling release, but it would prove the last effort by the original incarnation of the Alice Cooper band (who would up split a year later). But the group hits the mark completely here, combining the raw garage rock of earlier albums with a glossier production, but with plenty of edge, grit, and sleaze still at the music's core. While mission statement "No More Mr. Nice Guy" is the best-known song, the rest of the album is just as strong. The title track features a backing vocal by Donovan and a mammoth backbeat from drummer Neal Smith, while sweet melodicism plays an important role in "Generation Landslide" and "Mary Ann." Cooper's rock-and-shock aesthetic can heard in the future concert staples "Sick Things" and "I Love the Dead," giving the sleek sound of the album a wonderfully seamy underbelly. Pound for pound, this is probably Cooper's finest release, and remains one of the true cornerstones of the '70s hard rock canon.

Recording information: Cooper Mansion, Greenwich, CT (08/1972-01/1973); Morgan Studios, North London, England (08/1972-01/1973); The Record Plant, New York, NY (08/1972-01/1973).



With Billion Dollar Babies, Alice Cooper refined the raw grit of their earlier work in favor of a slightly more polished sound (courtesy of super-producer Bob Ezrin), resulting in a mega-hit album that reached the top of the U.S. album charts. Song for song, Billion Dollar Babies is probably the original Alice Cooper group's finest and strongest. Such tracks as "Hello Hooray," the lethal stomp of the title track, the defiant "Elected" (a rewrite of an earlier song, "Reflected"), and the poison-laced pop candy of "No More Mr. Nice Guy" remain among Cooper's greatest achievements. Also included are a pair of perennial concert standards -- the disturbing necrophilia ditty "I Love the Dead" and the chilling macabre of "Sick Things" - as well as such strong, lesser-known selections as "Raped and Freezin'," "Unfinished Sweet," and perhaps Cooper's most overlooked gem, "Generation Landslide." Nothing seemed like it could stop this great hard rock band from overtaking the universe, but tensions between the members behind the scenes would force the stellar original AC band to split up after just one more album. Not only is Billion Dollar Babies one of Cooper's very best; it remains one of rock's all-time, quintessential classics.

Greg Prato - All Music Guide



Nach den schon alles andere als erfolglosen Alben Love It To Death ('71), Killer ('71) und School's Out ('72) knackte Alice Cooper mit seinem '73er Donnerschlag Billion Dollar Babies endgültig sämtliche Hitlisten. Die Scheibe enthält mit "Elected" (Alices augenzwinkernder Versuch, sich als Präsidentschaftskandidat ins Gespräch zu bringen), "Billion Dollar Babies" und "No More Mr. Nice Guy" drei der größten Cooper-Evergreens. Dazu kommen mit dem epischen, fast schon progressiven "Hallo Hooray" und dem makabren Gänsehäuter "I Love The Dead" noch zwei weitere Nummern von Weltklasseformat, die Alice und seine Begleitmannschaft als stilistisch außerordentlich breit gefächerte Truppe präsentieren. Während die Musiker sich nach Herzenslust austoben können, überzieht der Mikro-Meister die Songs mit einer kongenialen Melodielinie nach der anderen und schafft es mehrfach, das Tor zur Hölle einen kleinen Spalt aufzustoßen. Nur gut, dass der Gehörnte nicht durch die Boxen kriechen kann...

Michael Rensen - Amazon.de



The original Alice Cooper band was one of the finest hard-rock units of the early '70s. Billion Dollar Babies may not be the Cooper band's best album, but it was the final release of a quartet of extraordinary Bob Ezrin-produced hard-rock records (rounded out by Love It to Death, Killer, and School's Out), and it captures the moment when the band was at its peak. Including three hit singles in "Hello Hooray," "Elected," and "No More Mr. Nice Guy," the album--from Donovan's exciting cameo on the title track to the closing "I Love the Dead" (probably the prettiest ode to necrophilia ever recorded)--still sounds terrific. And the packaging, production, music, and imagery has inspired followers as diverse as the Sex Pistols, Marilyn Manson, and Hole.

Bill Holdship - Amazon.com

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Hello Hooray

Hello! Hooray! Let the show begin
I've been ready
Hello! Hooray! Let the lights grow dim
I've been ready
Ready as this audience that's coming here to dream
Loving every second, every moment, every scream
I've been waiting so long to sing my song
I've been waiting so long for this thing to come
Yeah - I've been thinking so long I was the only one
Roll out! Roll out your American dream and its rescuits
I've been ready
Roll out! Roll out your circus freaks and hula hoops
I've been ready
Ready as this audience that's coming here to dream
Loving every second, every movement, every scream
I've been waiting so long to sing my song
I've been waiting so long for this thing to come
Yeah - I've been thinking so long I was the only one
I can stand here strong and thin
I can laugh when this thing begins
God, I feel so strong
I feel so strong
I'm so strong
I feel so strong
So strong
God, I feel so strong
I'm so strong


Raped and Freezin'

Finally got a ride, some old broad down from Santa Fe.
She was a real go-getter.
She drawled so sweetly, "I think, child, that things'll get better."
We pulled off the highway, night black as a widow.
"Yes, I read the Bible," she said, "I wanna know of you."

Hey, I think I've got a live one,
Hey, I think I've got a live one, Yeah, Yeah,
I think I've got a live one.

Felt like I was hit by a diesel or a greyhound bus.
She was no baby-sitter.
"Get up, sugar, never thought you'd be a quitter."
I opened the back door, she was greedy.
I ran through the desert, she was chasin'.
No time to get dressed, so I was naked, stranded in Chihuahua.

Hey, I think I've got a live one,
Hey, I think I've got a live one,
Hey, hey, I think I've got a live one,
Alone, raped and freezin',
Alone cold and sneezin',
Alone down in Mexico,
Alone.


Elected

I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice
I wanna be elected
I'm your yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce
I wanna be elected
Kids want a savior, don't need a fake
I wanna be elected
We're gonna rock to the rules that I make
I wanna be elected, elected, elected
I never lied to you, I've always been cool
I wanna be elected
I gotta get the vote, and I told you about school
I wanna be elected, elected, elected
Hallelujah, I wanna be elected
Everyone in the United States of America
We're gonna win this one, take the country by storm
We're gonna be elected
You and me together, young and strong
We're gonna be elected, elected, elected
Respected, selected, call collected
I wanna be elected, elected


Billion Dollar Baby

Billion dollar baby
Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel,
Grimy as an alley
Loves me like no other lover.

Billion dollar baby
Rotten little monster, baby, I adore you.
Man or woman living couldn't love me like you, baby.

We go dancing nightly in the attic
While the moon is rising in the sky.
If I'm too rough, tell me,
I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands.

Yeah, billion dollar baby
I got you in the dimestore,
No other little girl could ever hold you
Any tighter, any tighter than me, baby.
Billion dollar baby
Reckless like a gambler, million dollar maybe
Foamin' like dog that's been infected by the rabies.

We go dancing nightly in the attic
While the moon is rising in the sky.
If I'm too rough, tell me,
I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands.

Million dollar baby,
Billion dollar baby,
Trillion dollar baby,
Zillion dollar baby.


Unfinished Sweet

Candy everywhere, got chocolate in my hair
Aching to get me
Stickly sweet suckers in the Halloween air
Aching to get me
Saint Vitus dance on my morals tonight
Aching to get me
Aching to get me, get me oh...
Take it to the doc, I guess he ought to know
La, la, la, da
Which ones can stay, which one gotta go
He looks in my mouth and then he starts to gloat
He says me teeth are O.K.
But my gums got to go
Oh oh...
I come off the gas but I'm still seeing spies
Aching to get me
I can see them all through a glassy pair of eyes
Aching to get me
De Sade's gonna live in my mouth tonight
La, da, da, da, da
And the rotten tooth fairy is satisfied
La, da, da, da, da
Aching to get me, get me oh...


No More Mister Nice Guy

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Until they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me and I'm getting shot down
And I'm feeling mean
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me and I'm getting shot down
And I'm feeling mean
My dog bit me on leg today
My cat clawled my eye
My mom's been thrown out of society circle
My dad's had to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose, the Reserved Smith
He recognized me
Punched me in the nose


Generation Landslide

ladadadada Please clean your plate, dear, The lord above can see ya
Don't you know people are starving in Korea?
Alcohol and razorblades and poison and needles
Kindergarten people, they used 'em they need 'em
The over-indulgent machines were their children
There wasn't a way down on earth here to cool 'em
'Cause they looked just like humans at Kresges or Woolworth
But decadent brains were at work to destroy
Brats in battalions were ruling the streets saying
"Generation Landslide closed the gap between 'em"
And i laugh to myself at the men and the ladies
Who never could see those billions dollar babies

ladadadada Militant mothers, hiding in the basement
Using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets
Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high-chairs
While mother's lib burned, birth certificate papers
Dad gets allowance from his sonny the dealer
Who's pubic to the world, but involved in high finance
Sister's out 'til five doing banker's son's hours
But she owns a Maserati that's a gift from his father
Stop at full speed at one hundred miles per hour
The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em
And I laugh to myself at the men and the ladies
Who never could see those billion dollar babies ladadadada


Sick Things

Sick things in cars rotate around my stars
Sick things, my things, my pets, my things
I love you
Things, I see as much as you love me, you things are heavently when you come worship me
You things are chilled with fright for I am out tonight
You tell me where to bite, you whet my appetite
I eat my things
What love it brings
Come here, my things
Don't fear my little things
Sick things in cartridge tapes my stars
Sick things, play things, pretty things, pretty things, my things


Mary-Ann

Mary-Ann, I'm really crazy about you, deed I am
I just can't live without you, Mary-Ann
Mary-Ann
Mary-Ann
My life was built around you
Stars and sand, your eyes were pools of laughter, Mary-Ann
I thought you were my man


I Love The Dead

I love the dead before they're cold
They're bluing flesh for me to hold
Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing
I love the dead before they rise
No farewells, no goodbyes
I never knew your rotting face
While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave
I have other uses for you, Darling
We love the dead
We love the dead, Yeah

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