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Alice Cooper: Hey Stoopid

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Epic Records
Released: 1991.07.02
Time:
 56:05
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Peter Collins
Rating: ******.... (6/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.alicecooper.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2011
Price in €: 1,00





 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Hey Stoopid (A.Cooper/V.Pepe/J.Ponti/B.Pfeifer) – 4:34
[2] Love's a Loaded Gun (A.Cooper/V.Pepe/J.Ponti) – 4:11
[3] Snakebite (A.Cooper/V.Pepe/J.Ponti/B.Pfeifer/L.Bulen/K.Keeling) – 4:33
[4] Burning Our Bed (A.Cooper/Al Pitrelli/B.Pfeifer/S.West) – 4:34
[5] Dangerous Tonight (A.Cooper/D.Child) – 4:41
[6] Might as Well Be on Mars (A.Cooper/D.Wagner/D.Child) – 7:09
[7] Feed My Frankenstein (A.Cooper/Z.Mindwarp/I.Richardson/N.Coler) – 4:44
[8] Hurricane Years (A.Cooper/V.Pepe/J.Ponti/B.Pfeifer) – 3:58
[9] Little By Little (A.Cooper/V.Pepe/J.Ponti/B.Pfeifer) – 4:35
[10] Die For You (A.Cooper/M.Mars/N.Sixx/J.Vallance) – 4:16
[11] Dirty Dreams (A.Cooper/B.Pfeifer/J.Vallance) – 3:29
[12] Wind-Up Toy (A.Cooper/V.Pepe/J.Ponti/B.Pfeifer) – 5:27

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Alice Cooper - Vocals, Harmonica

Mickey Curry - Drums
Stef Burns - Guitar
Hugh McDonald - Bass

Joe Satriani - Guitar on tracks "Hey Stoopid", "Burning Our Bed", "Feed My Frankenstein", "Little by Little", and "Wind-Up Toy", Background Vocals
Vinnie Moore - Guitar on tracks "Hurricane Years" and "Dirty Dreams"
Steve Vai - Guitar on track "Feed My Frankenstein"
Slash - Guitar on "Hey Stoopid"
Nikki Sixx - Bass on track "Feed My Frankenstein"
Mick Mars - Guitar on track "Die for You"
Ozzy Osbourne - Backing vocals on "Hey Stoopid"
Queen Alvira - Spoken vocals on "Feed My Frankenstein"

Steve Croes - Synclavier
Robert Bailey - Keyboards
John Webster - Keyboards
Jai Winding - Keyboards

Sherwood Ball - Background Vocals
Scott Bender - Background Vocals
Lance Bulen - Composer, Background Vocals
Stan Bush - Background Vocals
Nick Coler - Composer, Background Vocals
Gary Falcone - Background Vocals
Mike Finnigan - Background Vocals
Kelly Keeling - Composer, Background Vocals
Shaun Murphy - Background Vocals
Zachary Nevel - Background Vocals
Tony Palmucci - Background Vocals
Vic Pepe - Arranger, Composer, Background Vocals
Jack Ponti - Arranger, Composer, Background Vocals
Ian Richardson - Composer, Background Vocals
Mick Wilson - Background Vocals
Terry Wood - Background Vocals

Chris Boardman - String Arrangements
David Campbell - Arranger
Joey Carbone - Arranger
Desmond Child - Composer
Zodiac Mindwarp - Composer
Bob Pfeifer - Composer
Al Pitrelli - Composer
Jim Vallance - Composer
Dick Wagner - Composer
Steve West - Composer

Peter Collins - Producer
Paul Northfield - Engineer
George Cowan - Assistant Engineer
Scott Jochim - Assistant Engineer
David Levy - Assistant Engineer
Brian Scheuble - Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig - Mastering
Randee Saint Nicholas - Photography
David Coleman - Design

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


1991 CD Epic LC 0199
1991 LP Epic LP 0199
1991 CD Epic / Sony Music Distribution
2008 CD Sbme Special Mkts.
2011 CD Epic

Recorded at Bearsville Studios, Bearsville, New York and The Complex, Los Angeles, California.

Hey Stoopid is the 19th studio album by heavy metal singer and shock rock-legend Alice Cooper. It was released on July 2, 1991 (see 1991 in music) with guest appearances from Slash (then still a member of Guns N' Roses), Ozzy Osbourne, Vinnie Moore, Joe Satriani, Steve Vai, Nikki Sixx and Mick Mars (both of Mötley Crüe). After Cooper's smash 1989 hit album Trash, Cooper attempted to retain his success with this album. An alternate cover was originally considered, later scrapped - noted by Cooper assistant Brian Renfield as "hardcore with hypo needles, pills...



Unfortunately, the return to the high end of the charts that Alice Cooper enjoyed with 1989's Trash was short-lived. On his similar follow-up - another slick pop-metal effort - Cooper no longer had the input of hit producer/songwriter Desmond Child, and worked with Peter Collins instead. The result is an album that, although generally enjoyable and far from bad, isn't essential. The CD's more memorable offerings include the clever and amusing "Feed My Frankenstein," the dramatic "Love's a Loaded Gun," and the inspired title song -- which admonishes rockers not to self-destruct. But despite its strong points, Hey Stoopid is for only Cooper's more devoted followers.

Alex Henderson - All Music Guide
 

 L y r i c s


Hey Stoopid

Hey bro, take it slow
You ain't livin' in a video
You're flying low with a high velocity
No doubt, you're stressin' out
That ain't what rock n' roll's about
Get off that one way trip down lonely street

Now I know you've been kicked around
You ain't alone in this ugly town
You stick a needle in your arm
You bite the dust, you buy the farm

[CHORUS]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid
What ya tryin' to do
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid
They win you lose
Hey, hye, hey, hey, hey stoopid

C'mon girl, it's a better day
Get your foot out of that grave
Don't let that one love tear your world apart
C'mon babe, kick that stuff
Show the street it ain't so tough
Quit lyin' around with a crippled, broken heart

Now I know you've been seeing red
Don't put a pistol to your head
sometimes your answer's heaven sent
Your way is so damn permanent

[CHORUS]

This ain't your daddy talkin'
You know, I know
Your story ain't so shocking
You know, I know
Blow some steam
C'mon and scream

[CHORUS]


Love's A Loaded Gun

Somebody saw you at the station
You had your suitcase in your hand
You didn't give no information
You walked off with another man
I'm alwaays standing in the shadows, baby
I watched you ugive yourself away
You take them home into your bedroom
You had another busy day

I tried to look the other way and fake it
You push me to the limits
I can't take it

[CHORUS]
One down, one to go
Just another bullet in the chamber
Sometimes love's a loaded gun
Red lights, stop and go
Whatcha gonna do when yo play with danger
Sometimes love's a loaded gun
And it shoots to kill

Someday they'll put me in a squad card
Someday they'll throw away the key
But 'til that day I'll be a mad dog
Cuz that's what you taught me to be

You looked into the eyes of men above you
I ws the one who really tried to love you

[CHORUS]

Pull the trigger

I tried to look the other way and fake it
You know, you push me right to the limit
I can't take it

[CHORUS]


Snakebite

Somebody better shake you
Somebody better turn your head around
I'm scratching like a wild cat
I'm spitting fire on the ground

You got my venom running thru ya
Ain't gonna let you run off wild

[CHORUS]
I'm Snakebite
I'm your only man
Snakebite is your lover
You'll never hide, baby understand
Snakebite drags you under
I'm Snakebite
They call me Snakebite

Nobody gonna take you
Nobody gonna touch your rebel skin
I'll break 'em like a matchstick
Cuz baby that's the kind of mood I'm in

My face is tattooed on your shoulder
Your name is scratched into my bike, yeah

[CHORUS]

You got my venom runnin' thru ya
If you're gonna run
Go running scared, I'm right behind ya

[CHORUS]


Burning Our Bed

Baby, don't you shed a tear for me
I wouldn't want to waste your time
You talked a lot of trash and ya lied to me
But babe, you never even tried

Oh, oh, oh
You can hold my heart for ransom
But you'll never own my soul

[CHORUS]
Baby, I might lose my mind
Maybe I might lose my head
But one thing I'll never do
Is swallow my pride crawlin' back to you
Baby, I'm burning our bed

There used to be a time when you were everything
My flame thru the night
You got me hot
Then you blew me out
Like this match I'm about to light

Oh, oh, oh
You can tear my heart to pieces
Left me standing in the cold

Baby, I might lose my mind
Maybe I might lose my head
One thing I gotta do
Is torch those sheets and pillows too
Baby, I'm burning out bed

Well, I used to think your were so fine
How could I be so blind

Oh, oh, oh
I'm freem
But I'm alone

[CHORUS]

Sometimes a man can bleed
Baby, I'm burning our bed

[CHORUS]


Dangerous Tonight

Take another bite
It'll be alright
What's wrong will soon feel right
Dangerous tonight

Take another sip
Let it kiss your lips
And let a little drip on your thighs

If you let me I'll untie your sensuality
I'll open up your heart and satisfy my greed

[CHORUS]
I'm dangerous, I'm a dying breed
Poisonous like a centipede
I'm capable of the foulest deed
Dangerous at night
I'm dangerous like a razorback
Deadly like a heart attack
Well, I don't bend and I don't crack
Dangerous tonight

Take another turn
The rules have all been burned
And you've got tricks to learn
Dangerous tonight

Play another role
Try and lose control
And stain your soul to red from white

In my mind, oh, a million voices tell me no
It's prime crime time and I gotta let it go

I'm dangerous like a broken glass
I'm a flesh fanatic psychopath
I can cause you pain and make it last
Dangerous tonight
I'm dangerous when the sun goes down
So cross yourself, don't fool around
I'll drag your heart into the ground
Dangerous tonight

If you let me I'll untie your sensuality
I'll open up your heart and satisfy my greed

[CHORUS]

I'm dangerous like a broken glass
I'm a blood bubonic psychopath
I can cause you pain and make it last
Dangerous tonight

Might As Well Be on Mars

The city streets are wet with rain tonight
Taxi drivers swerve from lane to lane
A lonely guitar man playin' down the hall
Midnight blues comin' through the walls

I tried to call you on the telephone
I left it off the hook
Just to hear it ring
You told me you were better off alone
I never knew that tears could stain

I'm on the roof and I'm starin' at the stars
Lookin' down at all the cars
I can see you
In the window of your favorite corner bar
But to reach you is just too far
And I might as well be on Mars

The city seems so old and grey and beat
It closes in and makes me wanna suffocate
And you just live across the street
But that's a billion miles away

You've turned my world into a dark and lonely place
Like a planet lost in space, my light is fadin'
I'd cross the universe to be right where you are
But I'm right in your backyard
And I might as well be on Mars

[CHORUS]
I might as well be on Mars
You can't see me
I might as well be the Man on the Moon
You can't hear me
Oh, can you feel me so close
And yet so far
Baby, I might as well be on Mars

Baby, I can't fly
If I could I'd come down to ya
Maybe I should try

I'm on the roof and I'm starin' at the stars
Lookin' down at all lthe cars
I can see you
In the window of your favorite corner bar
But to reach is just too far
And I might as well be on Mars

[CHORUS]


Feed My Frankenstein

Well, I ain't evil, I'm just good lookin'
Start a little fire, and baby start cookin'
I'm a hungry man
But I don't want pizza
I'll blow down your house
And then I'm gonna eat ya

Bring you to a simmer
Right on time
Run my greasy fingers
Up your greasy spine

[CHORUS]
Feed my Frankenstein
Meet my libido
He's a psycho
Feed my Frankenstein
Hungry for love
And it's feeding time

You don't want to talk
So baby shut up
And let me drink the wine from your fur tea cup
Velcro candy, sticky sweet
Make my tattoos melt in the heat
Well, I ain't no veggie
Like my flesh on the bone
Alive and lickin' on your ice cream cone

[CHORUS]


Hurricane Years

I got a ticket to to nowhere
I got no respect for the law
I got no use 'cause it's all abuse
It's the cutting edge of the saw

Ain't got no tiime for the future
Ain't got no time for the past
I'm running up a down escalator
I'm going nowhere fast

I'm hanging on like a spider
Blowing in the wind
This storm's gonna tear a hole
Right thru this web I'm in

[CHORUS]
Thunder lightning
The wind outside is so damn frightening
But it's alright, all right
Stand clear
You're living in the hurricane years
In the hurricane years

I've been thru major destruction
I've seen thru terrorists' eyes
Sometimes I feel no emotion
Sometimes I break down and cry
I need to walk on a wire
I need a layer of skin
I need a preacher breathing fire
To burn away my sins

And I can't help the victims
On the side of the road
And I can't stop the cyclone
That's about to explode

[CHORUS]

Turn my eyes to heaven
Watching all the clouds roll by
I see the blood moon rising
I know I'm way too young to die

[CHORUS]


Little by Little

Black leather gloves and your lipstick shines
Bright as moonlight glows
My wildest rose cuts so fine and deep
It hurts but never shows
You're bad, you're so hardcore
Pull me down here on the killing floor

[CHORUS]
Little by little we cross the line
Little by little the ties that bind
Little by little by little by little
Little by little tonight

Your sugar tongue speaks hot and sweet
Lying just for fun
Push and shove
Sex is sex
But honey, love is love
We're not sick insane
Just another lovers' game

[CHORUS]

I'm all undone
My pretty one
Don't slap my face
Unless you kiss me

[CHORUS]

You beg and you cry for more
You pull me down here on the killing floor

[CHORUS]


Die for You

A hundred numbers on my wall
Some with names I sometimes call
I drop a coin and watch it fall
Tryin' to get connected to you

A thousand hours all alone
My softest pillow turns hard as stone
This is the longest night on my own
Lying here thinking of you

Sometimes I shake my head
And laugh to myself
I'd like to start again with somebody else
I'm like a broken toy forgotten on the shelf

[CHORUS]
Baby, I could have been someone
I could have been something
It would have been nothing to die for you
Baby, you're going to need me
You'd better believe me
It would have been easy to die for you

A million memories flood my brain
Drown my sorrow
Kill my pain
Wets my thirst for you again
Just another night to get through

All my neighbors scream for quiet at my door
Shattered glass and torn up photos on the floor
Well, I couldn't stand to see your pictures anymore

[CHORUS]

These cuts are deep but you plead innocent
Are you hell or are you heaven-sent
You're much to cold to know how much
You meant to me, yeah

A billion tear drops fallen from my eyes
But it's just a joke now
And I'm laughing at your lies
You made me hard as rock and now I realize

[CHORUS]


Dirty Dreams

Well, I wake up burnin' in a soaking sweat
My pillows are drippin' and the sheets are wet
I jump out of bed and I turn on the light
This happens to me every night
Sometimes you turn into a snake with long black hair
Then you turn into an angel, blonde and fair
You can turn yourself blue and I don't care
You can change your look
You can change your race
But it's always your touch
And always your face

[CHORUS]
Dirty dreams
How you wanna do me
Dirty dreams
Let me get thru
Dirty dreams
A triple X-rated movie starring me and you

Well, I close my eyes
And you open your lips
There's a shock from my head to my fingertips
I fall thru a hole cuz I can't get a grip
The room starts to spin and the world starts to turn
My heart catches fire and my bed starts to burn

Dirty dreams
How you wann do me
Dirty Dreams
Anything for you, babe
Dirty Dreams
Technicolor movie starring me and you
Make my dreams come true

Shake my nights
Rattle my sleep
Roll mye eyes, I'm in too deep

[CHORUS]


Wind-Up Toy

Voices come from down the hall
In my room all painted white
I have my bat and rubber ball
I like to sleep with them at night

But now I'm all smiles
the good little shocks must be working
Yes, they crank my dial
My motor is stalled but my wheels are still spinning

Daddy won't discuss me
What a stain I must be
Mommy couldn't stand living with a wind-up toy

All my friends live on the fllor
Tiny legs and tiny eyes
They're free to crawl under thy door
And, and someday soon so will I

But now I'm all smiles
These good little shocks must be working
I'm so happy now
Look, my fingers don't shake and my head isn't jerking

Daddy won't discuss me
What a pain I must be
Mommy couldn't stand having such a wound-up boy

Doctors want to check me
Poke me and dissect me
What do they expect?
Feelings from a wound-up toy?
I don't think so
I'm just a wound-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy

I'm lost in a nightmare
Shiny white halls
Drawing rats on the wall
Solitary confinement
Chained in a cell
got my own private hell

Preacher crucifies me
Warden wants to fry me
I was never young
Never just a little boy

Daddy won't discuss me
What a pain I must be
Mama couldn't stand having such a wound-up boy
I'm just a wind-up toy
I'm a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy

[You know they come here, every night. I see them,don't you see them?
Hm, that's hard, isn't it?
I'm so tired, I'm melting down...
You have to go now, it's bedtime!]

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