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Alice Cooper: DaDa

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Label: Warner Bros. Records
Released: 1983.09.28
Time:
 42:15
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Bob Ezrin
Rating: *******... (7/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.alicecooper.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2011
Price in €: 1,00





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[1] DaDa (B.Ezrin) – 4:45
[2] Enough's Enough (A.Cooper/D.Wagner/G.Shaw/B.Ezrin) – 4:19
[3] Former Lee Warmer (A.Cooper/D.Wagner/B.Ezrin) – 4:07
[4] No Man's Land (A.Cooper/D.Wagner/B.Ezrin) – 3:51
[5] Dyslexia (A.Cooper/D.Wagner/G.Shaw/B.Ezrin) – 4:25
[6] Scarlet and Sheba (A.Cooper/D.Wagner/B.Ezrin) – 5:18
[7] I Love America (Alice A.Cooper/D.Wagner/G.Shaw/B.Ezrin) – 3:50
[8] Fresh Blood (A.Cooper/D.Wagner/B.Ezrin) – 5:54
[9] Pass the Gun Around (A.Cooper/D.Wagner) – 5:46

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Alice Cooper – Vocals, Arranger

Dick Wagner – Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Arranger, Associate Producer
Bob Ezrin – Producer, Engineer, Arranger, Percussion, Drums, Keyboards, Vocals, Fairlight
Sarah Ezrin - Dada
Prakash John (Credited as "John Prakash") – Bass on "Fresh Blood"
Richard Kolinka – Drums on "Former Lee Warmer," "Scarlet And Sheba," And "Pass The Gun Around"
John Anderson – Drums on "Fresh Blood"
Lisa Dalbello – Additional Vocals
Karen Hendricks – Additional Vocals

Shep Gordon – Executive Producer
Robert "Ringo" Hrycyna – Engineer, Assistant Producer, Assistant in Toronto
Lenny Derose – Engineer
Glen Mckenzie – Front Cover Art
Ingrid Haenke – Calligraphy
Pacific Eye & Ear - Album Design
William Sandidge - Back Cover Photography
Brian "Renfield" Nelson - Assistant to the Master
Carol Saxton - Assistant in Toronto

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CD 1999 Warner Music
CD 1998 WEA International
CD 1999 Warner Bros.
CD 1999 Dada Warner Bros.
CD 2010 Dada Collectors' Choice Music
CD 2010 Dada Rhino/Warner Bros.

Recorded at E.S.P. Studios, Buttonville; Phase One Studio, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

DaDa is the 15th studio album by Alice Cooper, released in 1983. DaDa would be Cooper's last album until his sober re-emergence in 1986 with the album Constrictor. The album's theme is ambiguous, however, ongoing themes in the songs' lyrics suggest that the main character in question suffers from mental illness, resulting in the creation of many different personalities. the album alludes strongly to the dadaist movement. "I Love America" was released as a single solely in the UK over a month after the album's release. Cooper reportedly has no recollection of recording DaDa, or the preceding album Zipper Catches Skin, due to alcohol abuse. Cooper stated "I wrote them, recorded them and toured them and I don’t remember much of any of that." There was no tour to promote DaDa, and none of its songs have ever been played live.



This album was very disappointing from a sales point of view, and that is certainly a shame. As Alice Cooper albums go, this one is really far above average. It seems to be one of his albums that tried to merge the older, creepy style with a newer, more alternative style. From the spooky opening tones of the title track, that horror movie chic that Cooper did so well is quite apparent. Other tracks, such as "Former Lee Warmer," also do well at capturing that sort of a mood. Still, there are lighter-hearted, more alternative rock-type pieces such as "Scarlet and Sheba" and "Enough's Enough." One the humorous side, Cooper gives "I Love America" and "Dyslexia." The lyrical pun to the latter cut is absolutely priceless. This album is a rather varied release, showcasing several sides of Cooper's musical tastes, but it is all very entertaining. If you missed it when it first came around, do yourself a favor and give it a try now.

Gary Hill - All Music Guide
 

 L y r i c s


Da Da

Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da

I don't know what you mean about nasty feelings, it's

Let me help you out of this, you were starting to feel a
certain way, violence, resentful.

How do you know that? I told you? I told you that?

That's right, remember yesterday?

I don't want to talk about that, I don't want to talk about it.
Let's talk about, uh, talk about something else. Ok?

What would you like to talk about?

Uh

Tell me about your son.

My son, yeah well, he took care of me. He's took care of me
for a long, he still takes care of me. And she takes good, and
she takes care of me. She takes, she takes good care of me.
He takes care of me,
Do you believe it
I have a daughter too.

You don't have a daughter.

Yeah, I have a dauther, yeah.

A son - you have a son, a son.

No I, no I, all I have, I have
I have a son, I have a son and a daughter, and a daughter.
No, I have a son, daughter, daughter too, and a boy, and a boy

Da Da
Da Da

I'm a little tired now

Well that's alright, I think that's enough for today.

I'm feeling rough and kinda hungry too.

Da Da

Who's my boy?


Enough's Enough

Enough's enough's enough's enough
This year's been really really rough
Hey Dad... What'd you do with mother
Hey Dad... Why'd you hide your brother
I just want to tell you that I'm really feeling bad
I tell you

Enough enough's enough's enough
Enough enough's enough's enough
I'm up to here with all your stuff

Hey Dad... What'll happen now sir?
Hey Dad... Can we live without her?
I don't need your money, your position or your caddy, Daddy
Enough enough's enough's enough

When my mother died, she laid in bed and cried:
"I'm going to miss you, my brave little cowboy"
I saw my father smile (a smile he tried to hide)
He told me "Son, I've really got you now, boy."
So, come on, little cowboy

Go buck and fuck and make a buck
Gonna show me how, boy?
I wish you lots and lots of luck
Are you leavin' now, boy?

Hey, Dad... try and keep this sacred
Hey, Dad... how'd you hide the hatred
I just want to tell you you're a lousy Dad to hell with you

Enough's enough's enough's enough
When my mother died, she layed in bed and cried:
"I'm going to miss you, my brave little cowboy"
I saw my father smile (a smile he tried to hide)
He told me "Son, I've really got you now, boy."
So, come on, little cowboy

Enough!
Eeeeeenough!

Go fuck and fuck and make a buck
Come and show me how, boy.
You're going to need a lot of luck
Mommy's little cowboy

Hey, Dad... try and keep this sacred
Hey, Dad... how'd you hide the hatred
I just want to tell you you're a lousy Dad to hell with you

Enough's enough's enough's enough
Enough's enough's enough's enough
Enough's enough's enough's enough
Oh enough!


Former Lee Warmer

In an upstairs room, under lock and key
It's my brother, Former Lee
All the mops and brooms keep him company
Misconceived of the family

Former Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bed
No dreams go in, no dreams go out of the hole in his wrinkled head

Former Lee Warmer
When I hear him play in his twisted key
That's the way he calls to me
On a silver tray, I keep the master key
In every way, he depends on me

Former Lee Warmer, an old smoking jacket - holes in his satin sleeves
Candle lit puddles, arthritic fingers, yellow stained ivory keys

In an upstairs room under lock and key
It's my brother, Former Lee
And after all these years, I've never heard him speak
I wonder what he thinks of me

Former Lee Warmer peeks out the window
When he feels really brave
Former Lee Warmer waves at his father
Out in the family grave

He's flesh and blood to me
I love him brotherly
But, I don't want to be Former Lee


No Man's Land

I got a job in Atlanta in a mall playing Santa
Not because of any talent but because I was the
only one the suit would fit
Everybody shopping, little sticky kids were hopping
on my lap with their fingers in my beard,
I guess they thought that I was really it
She sat down on my lap and said to me
"I'm twenty three and I need someone
You look like someone who could play with me
Stay with me, all day with me"

'Cause I'm in no man's land
Can't seem to find a real man
You know I'm lookin' for a steel man
She said I'm in no man's land
I'm gonna show you a real good time
I'd gladly pay you double overtime

She was beggin' to be mine, but my job was on the line
Should I say or should I go? I just didn't know
...Hmmmm

I left fifty kids standin' in line, they were whining, they were crying
and their mothers they were screaming in hysterics and I swear
I never heard such profanity
I dropped my suit on the floor,
they were trying to block the door
They were calling her a whore
They were driven to nativital insanity
We drove away in her Mercedes Benz,
dirty blond split ends in the breeze
She said "I want to put you under my tree
You're just a little gift from me to me"

'Cause I'm in no man's land
Can't seem to find a real man
You know I'm lookin' for a steel man
She said I'm in no man's land
You know I'm ready for a real good time
I'd gladly pay you double overtime

She had money all her life
She wasn't lookin' to become my wife
She said, "I hope you understand,
I just want a nightful of man, Sonny"

She didn't notice I was thin with a delicate chin
Nor the softness of my skin, nor the scent of my other personalities
She didn't see through my disguise - didn't see it in my eyes
She was in for a surprise when she discovered my emotional plurality

She said "Come and lay down on the floor with me
It's warmer here by the fire"
She didn't know that there was more of me
She'd have to learn to love all four of me

'Cause I'm in no man's land
I'm lookin' for the real me
If only I could feel me
You know I'm in no man's land
Sometimes I gotta play me
It's really hard to stay me
Hey, I'm in no mans land
I'm looking for the real me
If only I could feel me
You know I'm in no man's land
Sometimes I gotta play me
It's really hard to stay me
Oh, I'm in no man's land
I'm looking for the real me
If only I could feel me


Dyslexia

Sometimes my world goes upside down
Sometimes I see things backwards
When I go walking in town, can't get back home
Someimes I see things right to left

And I know that's not right at all
But since I bumped into you, I bump into walls
And no one knows what's wrong with me
They think that I got dropsie

Is dis love?
Or is dyslexia
Dyslexia
Dyslexia

I've got these glasses real thick and green
Just like the bottoms of coke bottles
I stumble 'round my house, so strange to me

Sometimes my world goes upside down
Sometimes I see things backwards
But since I bumped into you, I bump into walls
And no one knows what's wrong with me
They think that I got dropsie

Is dis love?
Or is dyslexia
Dyslexia
Dyslexia

I've got these glasses real thick and green
Just like the bottoms of coke bottles
I stumble 'round my house, so strange to me

Sometimes my world goes upside down
Sometimes I see things backwards
But since I bumped into you, I bump into walls
And no one knows what's wrong with me
They think that I got dropsie

Is dis love?
Or is dyslexia
Dyslexia
Dyslexia, yeah
Dyslexia
Dyslexia, no
Dyslexia
yeah no yeah no yeah no yeah...


Scarlet and Sheba

Scarlet wants to hold me, wearing just a red-veiled hat
Sheba's in the shadows waiting for her turn at bat
In the parlour where the lights are low
A vulture sister act, I watch their show
They're trying to kill me, want to pick my bones
Methodically, erotically

I just want your body, Sheba
I don't want your brain
Scarlet gets what's left of my remains
I just want your body, Sheba
You lock me up in chains
Scarlet, she can referee the game

Scarlet likes to scold me, showers me with all her love
Sheba's in a bad mood, sharpening her black fur glove
With blood and honey attitude
They'll never know my gratitude
I'm crossed with longitude and latitude
Upon my back... with a crack

I just want your body, Sheba
I don't want your brain
Scarlet gets what's left of my remains
I just want your body, Sheba
You lock me up in chains
Scarlet, she can referee the game

I just want your body, Sheba
I don't want your brain
Scarlet gets what's left of my remains
I just want your body, Sheba
You lock me up in chains
Scarlet, she can referee the game


I Love America

I love that mountain with those four big heads
I love Velveeta slapped on Wonder Bread
I love a commie... if'n he's good and dead, yup
I love America

I love Old Glory and homemade pie
I think them Ruskies should be sterilized
I love my chicken Kentucky Fried...
Finger Lickin' Good!

Hey there, this is A.B. Cooper from
Cooper's Carnival of Clean and Classic Cars
It's our Fourth of July ... sale.
Here at Cooper's Carnival of Clean and Classic Cars
At the corner of Collins and Commerce
I've got lot full of the finest funny looking cars money can buy
At prices even you can afford
So come on down and say hello to me, and granny
And bring the kids to meet my snake
I say, "bye"
Granny says, "bye"
and the snake says, "sssssssssss"

I love General Patton in World War II
My Pocket Fisherman and my Crazy Glue
I love the Beav and Wally too, yeah
I love America

I love the bomb, hot dogs and mustard
I love my girl, but I sure don't trust her
I love what the Indians did to Custer
I love America

Here they come!
There they go!

I love my jeans and I love my hair
I love a real tight skirt and a real nice pair
And on the fourth of July, I love the rockets' red glare
I love America

I watch the A-Team every Tuesday night
I graduated, but I ain't to bright
I love Detroit 'cause I was born to fight
I love America

I love the Tigers but I hate the Mets
I ride my Hog but I race my Vette
I gotta job, but hell I'm still in debt
I love America

I love my bar and I love my truck
I'd do most anything to make a buck
I love a waitress who loves to... flirt!
They're the best kind
I love America
Turn me on
Well, I gotta go now
I love America
Bye Bye, I tell you what though, I really do love it
You ain't going to catch me at no mayday rally


Fresh Blood

All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
he gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right

Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again

In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris,
Just detained her and drained her on the spot

Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again

Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me

No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close

Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
and I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again

Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me


Pass the Gun Around

Sonny wakes up in the morning feeling kinda sick
Needs a little Stoli Vodka, needs it really quick
Sees a little blood run from his eyes
Feels a little hotel paralyzed

Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you gotta
Pass the gun around
And throw me in the local river, let me float away

I wake up watching cartoons... the television's on
There's a couple of party balloons and all my money's gone
She was just a reason to unwind
And actually the last thing I could find

Why don't you, pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you better
Pass the gun around
And dump me in the local river, let me float away
float away, ah float away

Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, why don't you
Pass the gun around
Throw me in the local river, let me float away

Sonny wakes up in the morning, there's a stranger in his bed
Someone's pounding on the hotel door, he wishes he was dead
I've had so many blackout nights before
I don't think I can take this anymore

Why don't you, pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, why don't you
Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, we're gonna
Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, we're gonna
Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you gotta
Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you gotta
Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you gotta
Pass the gun around

Da Da

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