| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| - | 
|
|||
|
Jimmy Stewart follows Kim to where your portrait hangs on a wall.
Such a haunting vision, he forgets his partner's fall. Jump into the San Francisco bay. I'll follow you in. I know you can't swim When you've been dead 100 years. Carlotta! Carlotta Valdez. Carlotta Valdez. Carlotta Valdez, I will make you her. And everything's subjective. Nothing lasts for Johnny O. K, kiss Kim Novak where the redwoods grow. I'll bleach her hair and pretend she didn't die. Go up the mission stair. I'll follow anywhere -- that is, until you climb too high, 'Cause I get vertigo. Vertigo. Vertigo! Carlotta Valdez. Carlotta Valdez. Carlotta Valdez: I will make you her. What a thing to be the center of attention all the time. He isn't really falling for this, is he? He's getting dizzy, And so am I. Carlotta Valdez. Carlotta Valdez. Carlotta Valdez. Let her go, Jim! Carlotta Valdez. Carlotta Valdez.; Carlotta Valdez, I will make you her! |
||||||
| 2. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I had visions, I was in them;
I was looking into the mirror To see a little bit clearer The rottenness and evil in me. Fingertips have memories Mine can't forget the curves of your body And when I feel a bit naughty I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes (but no one ever does) I'm not sick but I'm not well And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell. Been around the world and found That only stupid people are breeding The cretins cloning and feeding And I don't even own a TV Put me in the hospital for nerves And then they had to commit me You told them all I was crazy They cut off my legs, now I'm an amputee, God damn you I'm not sick but I'm not well And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell I'm not sick but I'm not well And it's a sin to live so well I wanna publish 'zines And rage against machines I wanna pierce my tongue It doesn't hurt, it feels fine The trivial sublime I'd like to turn off time And kill my mind You kill my mind, mind Paranoia, paranoia Everybody's coming to get me Just say you never met me I'm running underground with the moles (digging holes) Hear the voices in my head I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring; But if you're bored, then you're boring. The agony and the irony: they're killing me (whoa). I'm not sick but I'm not well And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell I'm not sick but I'm not well And it's a sin to live this well (one, two, three, four) |
||||||
| 3. |
| - |
|
|||
|
All I ever wanted to be
Was a woolly muffler on your naked neck Double-wrap me when it's cold But you pulled a little tight just now And I'm afraid I feel a choke hold c-c-c-coming on Yeah, I'm afraid feel a choke hold coming on All I ever thought we might come to was second dates And flirting eyebrows Or maybe even psychic friends And we could share a secret language And almost definitely make more of it than it was But everyone around us would know Everyone watching would know This is not a walk with walking wounded Here's the ball, here's the pole, Now where's the tether, where's the tether? Hands can grow together If you're not careful or grateful or whatever And I never much cared much too much to begin with I will not take your possibilities under my care I will not see you on the bus You want me to hold your hand It's a courtship I can't stand And here I thought you were crying Because you were happy But no... No, no, no, no... no, no, no... Friends will turn against you People disappoint you every time So if you've got greatness in you Would you do us all a favor And keep it to yourself? Keep it, keep it to yourself A labored expat fantasy: Quit your job and move away with me Oh what bliss it would be To pretend we never met I'm elated now I'm elated now I'm elated now I'm elated now I'm elated now I'm elated now |
||||||
| 4. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend,
Tiny little cabin in the sky, Now we're alone and we can remember how we felt before we were angry: We were guilty and we were bitter, (I must admit I said a few things, but...) I'm still attracted to you, Sorry we've been so, so cold, so, Eight miles high and three hours to landing, God, your hair smells really great. I'm on a hovercraft to Paris with my former best friend, We have to get to the cinematheque, We're not alone but no one speaks English, so we're free, To look into each other's minds, And see what we're thinking like we always used to. I miss talking to you, But, but, you never draw me out so, Cast off the ego scars and let's go hit the bars. I reserve the right to hold my grudges, Friends like you, you know the rest, But all told, I hold on to my anger far too long, Until it's a joke, The night is cold, The joke is old (and poorly told, I told you once) I'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend, No one to keep up appearances for Now we're alone and we can remember how we felt at first; The desperate need to be together Must've been good for something, sugar I'm still attracted to you (bap-bah bah-dah-dah-dah bap-bah) No one's around to make us do what we're supposed to, So lie here in my arms. Lie here in my arms. Lie here in my arms. Lie here in my arms. Lie here in my arms... |
||||||
| 5. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Cross through the border states
To the wrong side, wrong side And look away, Virginia him: Spend every day like the past is a bridge Crossing twenty years Whispers away, not so much Get your poison tongue out of my ear Here's a fact you cannot rise above: We'll have problems, yeah, then we'll have bigger ones From damage to damned control You wanted to go alone though I never said no, I never said no. I never said no, I never said no. her: Spiteful confrontations, trial separations, It's just another present to get past The man was very helpful but I knew he wouldn't stay There used to be a baby but the baby went away Forswear what you undergo You wanted to go alone though I never said no, I never said no. I never said no, I never said no. It doesn't make me cry to hear Dylan say Most likely you go your own way I'll go mine. I'll go mine. I'll go mine. I'll go mine. I'll go mine. I'll go mine. Forswear what you undergo You wanted to go alone though I never said no, I never said no. I never said no, I never said no. |
||||||
| 6. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Rake up all the leaves in pleasant valley,
It's the last day of my visit, (up-state New York) To pay respects to the old man. He's still got his sense of humour, But his body fails him, He's surrounded by loved ones, And that only goes so far, And does he know where he is? I doubt it. Jack the lion roaring his last, Like a vision sent from the past, Bedside, crying, holding his hands, Strong hands. Finally get a moment alone with the old man, He's having trouble breathing, And he's not the only one, only one, He wonders where time goes, And why we haven't spoken for so long. He regrets it, He forgets it, And none too soon... Because he's closing his eyes and fading. Jack the lion roaring his last, Like a vision sent from the past, Bedside, crying, holding his hands, Strong hands. We thank you for uniting, We thank you for the cause, We thank you for the lion, We thank you for the claws. Come see him again, Come see him again, Come see him again, Come see him again. Bop, bop, bop. Jack the lion roaring his last, Like a vision sent from the past, Bedside, crying, holding his hands, Strong hands. Jack the lion roaring his last, Jack the lion roaring his last. |
||||||
| 7. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Call me disruptive, say I break your concentration
Familiar patterns, like the waves that break too fast What do you do when it's so brand new that it kills you? Came on too strong, couldn't stand it slow, Now I know She can knock me back like a champ Disembodied ringlets from hair that look like yours Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending She barely fits inside my head, but I feel something Every element but one is in my thrall Stop traffic as I lie down in your footpath Like a simile, I paint suggestive pictures (Of me and you) Disembodied ringlets from hair that looked like yours Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending Call me freaky Call me childish Call me Ishmael Just call me back Call me back Call me back and I'll follow you around I forget (I forget) What my friends look like (what they look like) And they forget why they like me (and they forget why they like me) But that's old hat. (it's old hat) I'm so happy. (I'm so happy) How do you write about that? How do you write about that? Disembodied ringlets from hair that look like yours Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending Disembodied ringlets from hair that looked like yours Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending |
||||||
| 8. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Here's something beautiful
Now smash it to bits Save your little wheelchair empowerment films Save your swoons, I'm spoken for It isn't pretty to think so But I can't feign interest now Dreaming of the fistfight I never got into Thinking of the mean shit I wish I'd said to you Such a fancy lady, call her Secretina She didn't get all the good stuff But she looked like you Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers Everything you say to me is dumb, (at least it's stupid) Twenty heavy hammers smashing down Here's a doorstep you can never darken You complain about an overflowing cup. Don't forget that I'm the one who filled that fucker up (one, two, three) Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers I remain as ever intrigued but no more astounded Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers, I think that I like you better when you just ignore me So I sit and notice shadows growing I think of how the clocks are slowing Hoping hope's eternal flowing springs will do their thing Do their thing, do their thing and save me from myself Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers I remain as ever intrigued but no more astounded Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers You want ego? I will show you ego I'm jealous now. |
||||||
| 9. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Tear down the bearing wall,
Put up a picture window, Something to look through, At the bastard colours, Burnt sienna. Put down the wrecking ball, Who has a friend, who needs one? I've got a way to get to work in almost any city, Doesn't matter where, Take a needle, I won't be there, Privileges forsaken there, Liberties I've taken take me nowhere. Put down the wrecking ball, Don't let a childhood linger, They'll take the world apart and break my baby brother's finger, So he can't shake my hand, Guard the dead against my legacy, And lack the wound no more. Run from nowhere, nowhere follows you. Burn down the house. Make sure the family is inside; Nothing more to tether you. Also no one there to catch you crying. Nothing but my famous pillow, And my father's rocking chair, (get a sliver when you sit there) Every mess I make I make a run from nowhere, Nowhere follows you, Nowhere follows you, Nowhere follows... |
||||||
| 10. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Let it sing
Let it cry And roll out the carpets No such thing. Mustn't pry; All hail to another confession... And it's losing me. Where have all the merrymakers gone? Where have all the merrymakers gone? Some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling And others still may shock, shock, shock you with all that they're revealing But one thing's sure: there's always more information than you ask for. Ask for this: Just enough knowledge to know I don't know anything, Anything, anything, anything (I don't know. Nobody likes what I like; that's how I like it) Some things are personal (at least they should be) Or is it too much, much to ask you just to maintain a little Maintain a little Maintain a little Maintain a little Maintain a little Maintain a little (take the cynical saint to the stake and burn it) It's radio, it's radio silence, silence It's radio, it's radio silence, silence It's radio, it's radio, radio silence It's radio, it's radio, radio silence It's radio, it's radio, radio silence It's radio, it's radio, radio silence. |
||||||
|
