Sleater-Kinney - The Hot Rock (1999) by Sleater-Kinney (보컬) on maniadb.com

If you want me, it's changing
If you want, everything's changing
If you want, the sky would open up
If you want, your eyes could open up

I'm a mess
I'm the worst
But the best
That you've heard

Come so far, come close together
Don't tear apart what we worked for
Right or wrong, here we are
I wanna know what you are, what you are

Baby, don't you leave me, baby, don't you go
'Cause I'll head out the fences, head out the door
Baby, don't you leave me, baby, don't you go
'Cause I'll roll with the punches, roll out the door

I don't know
What you want
But I got
What you

Baby, don't you leave me, baby, don't you go
'Cause I'll head out the fences, head out the door
Baby, don't you leave me, baby, don't you go
'Cause I'll roll with the punches, roll out the door

I'm onto you
Before the night is through
I'm going to steal this diamond
Hot rock to you

I just need to know
I'm not the one you wanted
Now am I to know what you want me to feel?
Not the thing you keep
Counterfeit or real?

It's a caper theme
There's a getaway car
A diamond to steal
A plan that might go wrong
If this is a set up
Please let me know
I can't risk my life for a gilded stone

(I thought all along this was everything
Try not to look to hard to find that it's not real
I knew all along you weren't everything
Then in the darkest hour I watched you disappear)

I'm not the one you wanted
How am I to know what you want me to feel?
Not the thing you keep
I'm onto you

It's a crafty scene
Full of power and greed
You tell me not to steal
Yet you still want a thief
You write out the plans
I carry out the act
But then I lose it all
If I can't bring it back

(How was I to know this rock was so fragile
It cracked in my hands while I was holding on
An uncut stone is flawed and beautiful
Don't try to size me down to fit your tiny hands)

I'm not the girl you wanted
How am I to know what you want me to feel?
Not the one you keep
Counterfeit or real?

It's not real
You don't need to tell me that it's not real
You don't need to tell me

How am I to know
I'm not the one you wanted
I'm not the one you keep

I'm onto you
Before this night is through
I'm going to steal my heart back
And find a love that's true
Hot rock to you

Build for me your tightest ship
Make the oars run swift and fast
Send me out your strongest crew
Make their hearts and minds steadfast

Bless me with Athena
There's no meaner, she's the best
For when we hit the roughest seas
We'll need all we can get

You say, "sink or swim"
What a cruel, cruel phrase
I'd rather fly
Don't want to be caught in this endless race

The first beast that will appear
Will entice us with money and fame
If you listen long enough
You'll forget there's anything else

Tie me to the mast
Of this ship and of this band
Tie me to the greater things
The people that I love

You can walk the plank
Do the dead man's float
Never let them see
Your heart is pounding full of hope

Let the last storm hit us
Let it strike at the hardest part
Turn us all to mutiny
Turn this boat upside down

I am not the captain
I am just another fan
Sailing off the edge of truth
Into the end of you

Eye of the storm
What a cruel, cruel myth
There's no bigger spotlight
Than shown on the ones brave enough to live

The end of you, the end of you
The end of truth, I've been looking for you
The end of you, end of you
The end of you, I've been looking for you

We're a reference number, a code, a screen
An army out of digits, out of fax machines
Mapping out the head and heart, mapping out the history
If a part does not compute, cut it out, cut it free

God is a Number
God is a Number

What you want to know? What can you believe?
Grow up on the internet, get off on TV
Tell me about God and Country, music, heart and history
Answer me with computations, answer me with industry

God is a Number
God is a Number

Knock on every door, programmed to receive
Answer my communication, display, command, retreat
Looking for some kind of heart inside this great machine
I don't get an answer except 011 011 01

God is a Number
God is a Number

I need something to believe
I need something and I
I need something to believe
I need it right now
I need something to believe
I need it right now, I need it right now, I need it right now

And when the body finally starts to let go
Let it all go at once
not piece by piece.
but like a whole bucket of stars
dumped into the universe.

Whoooh! Watch it go!
Good-bye small hands, good-bye small heart
Good-bye small head
My soul is climbing tree trunks
And swinging from every branch

They're calling on me
They're calling on me
They're calling on me
(I am fine)

They're calling on me
They're calling on me
They're calling on me
(I'm not fine)

Do you think I'm an animal? Am I not?
Do you like fur
(I'm alright)
Do you wanna come over
Are we captive only for a short time
(I'm not right)

Is there splendor, I'm not ashamed
Desire shoots through me like birds singing
(The way you move no ocean's waves were ever as fluid)

They're calling on me
They're calling on me
They're calling on me
(I am fine)

They're calling on me
They're calling on me
They're calling on me
(I'm not fine)

I hit the mark
I target moon, I target sky, I target sun
Fall down on the world
Fall down on the world
Fall down on the world before it falls on you

Like beggars, like dogs
Like whores, us all
(I'm alright)
Like beggars, like dogs
Like stars, us all
(I'm not right)

Shoot straight for my heart
(And when you were near no sky was ever quite so clear)
Shoot straight for my heart

Like stars, so small
Like us when we fall
(I am fine)
Like beggars, like whores
Like lovers

Oh, get up too far
Oh, get up too far

Like stars above
Look down so far
Like stars above
Look down at us all

If you want it and you're going out of your mind
If you want me in your bed
We better do it on the sly

One Song for you
(And you know why)
We wrote a little tune
(Do it on the sly)
It takes off for you
(And you know why)
Hold on, hold on it's coming soon

If you feel it in your body like a hurricane
Let your arms become propellers
Take off don't feel any shame

I know for you
(Like a hurricane)
It don't make sense, I don't make sense
(Feel no shame)
Nothing comes true
(you're like a hurricane)
Because the doors were locked for you

Got a message spelled out in a lovesick bruise
I got this secret code
That only flame holders know how to use

Piled up for you
(It's a lovesick blues)
The notes I wrote on hollow walls
(You know how to use)
Let me come through
(Show me how to use)
Pass through the things that we went through

Jump in, jump out
Get in, get out
Jump in, jump out
Get in, get out

Have memory of the things we said
(Jump in, jump out)
Take memory of the things we left
(Get in, get out)
Have memory of the things we said
(Jump in, jump out)
Take memory of the things you left
(Get in, get out)

Drop little boy crumbs you could follow back
When you get lost becoming a man
Drop little boy crumbs you could follow back
When you get lost becoming a man

It's a lie, it's the truth
You need it more than I do
I want it all for you
But I can't live for you

Our love is the size of
These tumors inside us
Our love is the size of
This hospital room, you're my hospital groom

Put the ring on my finger
So tight it turns blue
A constant reminder
I'll die in this room if you die in this room

Sit like a watchdog
And patiently wait
Listen for footsteps
Down the hallways, visit beds like they're graves

Days go by so slowly
Nights go by so slowly
Days go by so slowly
In a hospital room
In a box built for two

I fight for air, fight for my own air
Forget all the things I can do alone
I fight for a heart, I fight for a strong heart
I fight to never know this sickness you know
But I know it's my own, I gave it a home

Our love is the size of
These tumors inside us
Our love is the size of
This hole in the ground, where my heart's buried now

It's one a.m, you haven't called
It must be four wherever you are
And the photo booth strip, and the letter you wrote
They feel like nothing I could hold

Nothing bad, nothing free
There's nothing left for me to feel
It's like goin' to bed at a quarter to three
Finally tired, finally empty

Should I be up to play the game
Back and forth, get back at me
And my confidence fell and I feel so mad
Tell me whose side are you on?

Nothing bad, nothing free
There's nothing left for me to feel
It's like goin' to pieces could fix everything
At this point I'm really me

Nothing bad, nothing free
There's nothing left for me to feel
It's like goin' to bed at a quarter to three
Finally tired, finally empty
Finally tired, finally empty