Tiny Music... Songs From The Vatican Gift Shop
Stone Temple Pilots (1996)
If you're a regular reader of this blog, you've probably noticed that this is the first post that I've published in 2026. I haven't given up on the blog. Hell, I've invested twenty six years in this, so I can't stop now. I've just been a little busier than usual over the past few months, and most of my down time has been spent either working on my basement arcade, watching movies, or sleeping. There are quite a few posts saved in queue that I still have to finish and publish, so there will be quite a few backdated posts appearing over the next few weeks. Having said that, I couldn't put off the opportunity to acknowledge one of my favorite albums of the 90's.
Tiny Music was released thirty years ago today. I was already a big fan of Stone Temple Pilots at the time, so I picked this up at Gallery Of Sound within a few days of it hitting the shelves and have listened to it from front to back countless times in the years that followed. Every track is incredible. My favorites are Big Bang Baby, Lady Picture Show, Adhesive, and Seven Caged Tigers, and this song which is in my top favorite STP songs from any album:
Don't cut out my paper heartI ain't dyin' anywayTake a look at Eiffel towersNever trust them dirty liarsSippin' lemon yellow boozeOld Lead Belly sings the bluesAll dressed up on wedding dayKeep on trippin' anywayI am, I am, I said I'm not myselfI'm not dead, and I'm not for saleSo keep your bankroll lotteryEat your salad day, deathbed motorcadeFake the heat and scratch the itchSkinned-up knees and salty lipsI'll breathe your life, Vicks vapor lifeAnd when you binge, I purge alikeLet go, it's harder holdin' onOne more trip and I'll be goneSo keep your head up, keep it onJust a whisper, I'll be goneTake a breath and make it bigIt's the last you'll ever getMmm, break your neck with diamond nooseIt's the last you'll ever chooseI am, I am, I said I'm not myselfI'm not dead, and I'm not for saleHold me closer, closer, let me goLet me be, just let me beI am, I am, I said I'm not myselfI'm not dead, and I'm not for saleSo keep your bankroll lotteryEat your salad day, deathbed motorcade
