"A Year Like this One"
Performed July 12, 1996, Rome, Italy
After a year like this one
I'm surprised I do not hate your guts and
After a year like this one
I'm surprised I still love music just as much
After a year like this one
I'm surprised I do not "eat my eye"?
After a year like this one
I'm sorry if I'm not cordial to every one
CHORUS:
La La La La La La La La De Di De Di La La La La Li
La La La La La La La La De Di De Di La La Li Li Li
La La La La La La La La De Di De Di La Di Da Di Di
La La la de di wo oh oh o...
After a year like this one
I'm surprised I am convinced at all and
After a year like this one
I do not roll my eyes at less than another
After a year like this one
I can't help but wonder how they've been and
After a year like this one
I think I'll leave it all to my next of kin...
CHORUS
After a year like this one
I'm surprised we're all not weeping drunks and
After a year like this one
I want you to choose the restaurant and then
After a year like this one
I'll need a good whole 16 months alone and
After a year like this one
I think I'll thank the west coast beaches I came home.
CHORUS
"Death Of Cinderella"
Performed 3 times during Can't Not Tour (1996)
I'm wise and ambitious
And angry and free
And smart and available
And sexy...
I'm soft and appealing
And wearing pajamas
And twisted and willing
And crazy...
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella
Who can use her
And it's all you could do not to throw her on the floor.
And thought-provoking
And opinionated
Cultured and funny
And experienced...
Fearless and tender
And sweetly innocent
Uninhibited
Likes a good debate.
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella
Who can use her
And it's all you could do not to tie her to the bed.
I could fall in love a million times before I die
You could draw me a bubble bath
We could walk into the sunset...
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella
Who can use her
And it's all you could do not to keep her sober.
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
I'm gonna grow to be a maid and I'll never find a fella
Who can use me
And that's all you can do not to kick me in the ass.
"Fake Plastic Trees"
a green plastic watering can
for a fake chinese rubber plant
in fake plastic earth
that she bought from a rubber man
in a town full of rubber plants
to get rid of itself
it wears her out
it wears her out
it wears her out
it wears her out
she lives with a broken man
a cracked polysterene man
who just crumbles and burns
he used to do surgery
for girls in the eighties
but gravity always wins
and it wears him out
it wears him out
it wears hm out
it wears him out
it wears......
she looks like the real thing
she tastes like the real thing
my fake plastic love
and i can't help the feeling
i could blow through the ceiling
if i just turn and run....
and it wears me out
it wears me out
it wears me out
it wears me out
and if i could be who you wanted
if i could be who you wanted
all the time
all the time
all...
"Gorgeous"
Performed at the Bridge School Benefits and Tibetian Freedom Concert
Testosterone in large amounts
Your little sister just kick out of
God you can't shave your head
Come to the show
The boys rock harder
Your mother lent you her slip
She lent you her bright red lipstick
And your shoes are hurting your back
But boy don't you look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
you look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
This is but an observation
You put a bullet in your foot
You make it hard for us bitches inconsequential in your back bends
And your taste in men leaves something to de desired
You love them to be aloof and self obsessed
They love you in your mini dress
You are looking gorgeous
You're looking gorgeous
You're looking gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
When your voice is raised above a certain level
I'm afraid you must go to the ladies room
I left your competence in curlers
You look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
You're looking gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
"Can't Not"
Performed at most shows during the Can't Not Tour (1996)
I'd be lying if I said I was completely unscathed
Would I be proving you right with my silence or rage?
Would I be letting you win in my non-reaction?
how would I explain?
how would I explain this to my children if I had them?
because I can't not
because I can't not
because I can't not win without my losing my dear
would I be whining if I said I needed a hug?
would you feel slighted if I said your love's not enough?
how dare I complain?
how dare I complain when i'm the one who reaches for it?
because I can't not
because I can't not
because they can help question your illusions
because I can't not
because I can't not
because I can't help wonder why you ask me
to all the unheard children in the schoolyard
you think you're the right ones
you swear you're the charmed ones I'm sure
how can you go on with such conviction?
and who do you think you are why do you question me?
because we can't not
because we can't not
because we can't help laugh at your illusions
because we can't not
because we can't not
because we can't help wonder why you asked us
why do you affect me? why do you affect me still?
why do you hinder me? why do you hinder me still?
because I can't not
because I can't not
because I can't not walk without my crutches
"I Don't Know (Song About Weekends)"
Performed February 8, 1996, Roseland Ballroom
Monday morning is not Monday morning 'till Taylor has his coffee
Friday night is not Friday night 'till Jessie leaves the room sweating
Tuesday morning is not Tuesday morning 'till Nick has his talk with his son
Thursday night is not Thursday night 'till Chris has sex with his bass
CHORUS
Come on to the Weekend
'cause the Weekend I'll get high
Hold off 'till the Weekend
'cause there's too much time to think
and they're really nice guys
Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you cry all night
Wednesday early we fall into work all caught up in the day by day
Thursday morning is not Thursday morning 'till someone says how's your life
How's your life?
Ye how's your life
How's your life?
CHORUS
Come on to the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause there's too much time to think and not much time to cry
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend we'll be high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause there'll be no time but we'll get by
What if there were no more mama's boys
What if no one shares their humble appearance
What there were no consequences
What if there were no more arguments
Well that'd be a shame
Wouldn't that be impossible
and you would be board
'cause you wouldn't want it a little to late...
CHORUS
Hold on 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the man upstairs has the really nice guys
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause we may look strange but we surely will get by
What if there were no more mama's boys
What if we all had no thinking together
Would that be a shame...
Wouldn't that'd be impossible
and you would be bored
'cause you wouldn't want to lead it away
"London"
Live at the Bridge School Benefit. Found on: Joining You Pt. 2 - Unsent [Canada] - So Pure [Japan]
What it feels to fall in to the pool
the hard shell bugs bite my forearm
my right index fingernail chewed to the quick
my cervix is a long (?)
my sprinklers go off at 6pm each day
and sometimes they spray unsuspecting visitors
my pimples are goosebumps(hairs?) all over my legs
my brow is furrowed and my vision is blurred
and how I do love London
and how I do love London
the birds make guttural sounds and protect me
my friends come to visit and love me a lot
I don't have the energy to fill this
I am like flight attendants on a 12 hour flight
and how I do love London
and how I do love London
I am intriguied by the boy with songs
sometimes they write sometimes they write a lot
the steam will smell of puke and left us in the shower
the hug will feel forced upon you inconsolable thing
and how I do love London
and how I do love London
deep breaths will not make my brain stand still
to be loved and swallowed are single and depraved
I love speaking french to the taxi drivers
we slept and were cold on the train out of france
and how I do love London
and how I do love London
"King Of Intimidation"
Performed at most shows during the Can't Not Tour (1996)
(Palabras habladas tomadas de una grabación antigua: "The women of the family seem to feel that they owe it to the men of the family to look relaxed, rested, and attractive at dinnertime.")
For you they live in a quiet monastery
For you they wear whatever you want them to as long as it is short
They count to ten when you tell them how to drive
And when they're afraid they let you speak for them
All hail the king of intimidation
Obeyer of Christian behavior
For you we'll wax; we skin, chicken our legs
For you we chew our nails if we had any but fake ones to do it
We contradict him temporarily
And it was somethin' about how you talk down to me
All hail the king of intimidation
Obeyer of Christian behavior
The role of compromises for the family you now want some
There's only so much we can do to make you rest assured
I am single
I am weary
You're just jealous
You're just confused
You're just hungry
You're in sin now
You're not happy
You like kidding
All hail the king of intimidation
Obeyer of Christian behavior
He knows not of what he has wrongly done
So forgive his ignorant behavior
You are tortured
You are captured
You are busted
We were silent
You were tested
You did better
You are lonely
Was it worth it?
La,la,la,la
"Norwegian Wood"
I once had a girl, or should i say, she once had me
She showed me her room, is not it good, norwegian wood
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere
So i looked around and i noticed there wasn't a chair
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine
We talked until two and then she said, "it's time for bed"
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh
I told her i didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when i awoke i was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, is not it good, norwegian wood
"Pollyanna Flower"
Found on: Thank U
(through you I see I)
Between a broken nose and a fake smile
Between piety and gunpowder
Between fighting and fleeing the scene
Between murder and diplomacy
Between aggression and ?????
Between brutal and realistically well behaved
Between screaming and pulling in the reins
Between tiptoeing and ambleing
What am I to do with all this fire
(I'd like to hit you but I'd never hit you)
Would you stay with me in this red space
(I'd like to slap you but I'd never slap you)
Chorus
Between violence and silently seething
Between my fist and my pollyanna flower
Between "fuck you" to your face and it's alright
Between war and denial
Chorus
Between flying vases and secretly weeping
Between loose cannons and ever downplaying
Between bruises and rudely differing
Between bursting and boiling
What am I to do with all this burning
(I'd like to hurt you but I'd never hurt you)
Do I overwhelm you in this place
(I'd like to kill you but I'd never kill you)
Chorus
What am I to do with all this fire
Can you understand me in this place?
"She Gave Me A Wink"
Performed October 18, 1997, Bridge School Benefit
I pray for peace
They require me to kick into high gear
We may as well have our Phd's
Might we compose was never taken into account
I pray they let out or talk it out
She would give me a wink across the room
I would have made a really good lawyer
I had a really good strategy for putting things back on the wall or the holder
Thank God it was the God dammed wall
I would have to hide all my valuables
Who would calm my mother down?
Who would calm *me* down once I talked her through it?
My mother and I were the official peace makers
It was a full time job
I would send my mother directly to bed do not collect 200
We'd talk about it till 5 am
When I'd come visiting her 5 years later
We would pray for peace
It was most comfortable and familiar
"Pray For Peace"
Performed October 19, 1997, Bridge School Benefit
I pray for peace
They require me to kick into high gear
We may as well have our Phd's
My quickened pulse was never taken into account
I pray they let out or talk it out
She would give me a wink across the room
I would have made a really good lawyer
I had a really good strategic way to hid the holes in the wall
Thank God it was the God dammed wall
We were the feminine forces
Who would calm my mother down?
Who would calm *me* down once I talked her through it?
My mother and I were the official peace makers
It was a full time job
I would send my mother directly to bed do not collect 200
We'd talk about it till 5 am
When I'd come visiting her 5 years later
We would pray for peace
It was perfectly familiar and comfortable
"Uninvited"
Found on: Thank U [Australia] - City Of Angels Soundtrack
like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
like any hotblooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
but you you're not allowed
you're uninvited
an unfortunate slight
must be strangely exciting
to watch the stoic squirm
must be somewhat heartening
to watch shepherd meet shepherd
but you you're not allowed
you're uninvited
an unfortunate slight
like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
you speak of my love like
you have experienced love like mine before
but this is not allowed
you're uninvited
an unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate
"Still"
Found on: Dogma Soundtrack
I am the harm which you inflict
I am your brilliance and frustration
I'm the nuclear bombs if they're to hit
I'm your immaturaty and your indignance
I am your misfits and your praised
I am your doubt and your conviction
I am your charity and your rape
I am your grasping and expectation
I see you averting your glances
I see you cheering on the war
I see you ignoring your children
And I love you still
And I love you still
I am your joy and your regret
I am your fury and your elation
I am your yearning and your sweat
I am your faithless and your religion
I see you altering history
I see you abusing the land
I see you and your selective amnesia
And I love you still
And I love you still
I am your tragedy and your fortune
I am your crisis and delight
I am your profits and your prophets
I am your art, I am your bytes
I am your death and your decisions
I am your passion and your plights
I am your sickness and convalescence
I am your weapons and your light
I see you holding your grudges
I see you gunning them down
I see you silencing your sisters
And I love you still
And I love you (still)
I see you lie to your country
I see you forcing them out
I see you blaming each other
And I love you still
And I love you still
"Symptoms"
Found on: Hands Clean, Pt 2 [UK and Australia]
a missile sent today
killed only 3
the rest were saved
they're far enough away
to not really feel the direct effect on me
they caught him today
based riciculously
on his race
they weren't sure
he even did it
but they needed a random face
CHORUS:
are these symptoms, symptoms of a simpler cause
i've had moments in my life when I've
contributed by believing we are
separate we are separate
disconnected in disunity
he won today
smug self-satisfaction
on his face
he blew the others
out of the water
he said and was glad
they were disgraced
CHORUS
he stole what he could
he only had minutes before he'd be caught
he justified
every penny taken by blaming the gap between
the rich and rich not
"Awakening Americans"
Found on: Hands Clean, Pt 2 [Australia]
We watch movies of murder and we censor the breast
Give thanks for the murders of Chris Columbus
We kill our own and we vote for the men
The lesser of evils and us starring in the role of victim
I wonder how we change if we can in this land
I wonder how many mountains we'd move if we bent together
Us priveleged Americans
We pass our revisions onto the next generation
We kneel to the Gods of corporation
We eat when we're full and we hoard all the rest
With our hands on remotes we say "Yes, We're the best"
I wonder what we change in this land, cause we can
Even with western centricity this rampant
Us ugly Americans
Tired are not my hands
But see strangers and enemies as part of me, is real.
For me this awakening Canadian
We teach our offspring for themselves, every man
We shrug our shoulders and create yet another -ism
We dissuade our young from using their imagination
We avert our eyes from this our very own manifestation
I wonder what will change in this land, cause we can
I wonder how many mouths we'd fill if we band together
Us awakening Americans
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