Wild Strawberries

History is everything
Said the professor to the petitioner's girl
She, playing with her shoe,
Says I just want someone, I just want something new

I don't know what hit you
Don't care where ya been
I just know you gotta' go

Speed is everything
Said the co-pilot to the girl with the braid
She, looking round the room
Says I just want someone, I just want something new

I don't know what hit you
Don't care where ya been


I just know you gotta' go

Timing is everything
Said the conductcor to the boy half his age
He, tightening a screw,
Says I just want someone, I just want something new

I don't know what hit you
Don't care where ya been
I just know you gotta' go

Maybe I should have noticed
When faith forgot her shoes
I should have marked the day
When pity came to stay
And truth settled on the roof

I'm not gonna cry when you go
Crying leaves me cold
And when i'm cold
I start to crave
Someone warm and safe

She smells like the violent
Swollen arm of spring
Wrestling with her clothes
Tempting I suppose
Tepid and glistening



CHORUS

Lately I've been thinking
Hope is underage
I'll never kiss her lips
Unless she insists
And probably then I'd wait

CHORUS

How about keeping time with my wicked daughter
She would be so surprised just to see your face
After all those evil things you taught her

I bet you didn't know
You could be so cold

Meet her in the back of the cellar
She will give you wine like you'll never taste
I'll be hanging pictures of umbrellas

I bet you didn't know
You could be so cold



I'll be sitting pretty by the television
Please don't forget to leave the change
Hey it's my little prison

I bet you didn't know
You could be so cold

You know everything I'm saying
You know long before I speak
I saw you at the side of the road with her hands around your neck
I saw you at the side of the road and you know I want you back

You're my Concho y toro
Concho y toro

I don't mind what they are saying
I know you're my little red
I met you at the liquor store you were hanging with your friends
I can tell as much by the way you blush there will be no bitter end

CHORUS



I love kissing you in doorways
I get drunk when you are near
I want you like a worn out suit wants another glass of gin
when I'm with you I can't stand up I want to know where you begin

CHORUS

I'm not the perfect sister
I'm just the wounded one
I was created to compare
I'll quit while she's ahead
I've finally found the rent
I'll memorize the words to every other line she says
She's got pretty little lips
She's got perfect skin
I wonder why I even try
To disappoint you
I could draw a diagram
I could point it at your mouth
I could stroke it till you're blind
And I'd disappoint you

She's got good intentions
The kind that make you squirm
She's like the movie of the week
I've seen her kind before
So pretty and adored


So empty and so free that I'd forgotten I'd forgotten

CHORUS

I'm not the perfect sister
I'm just the wounded one
I was created to compare
One day I'll make the cut
I'll put it down in blood
I'll make you wish that it was any other way

CHORUS

Speak of the devil baby
I've got my reservations
I saw you coming from a meter away
I'm not excited
I'm not even waiting
I saw the picture and I know it's a fake

That's how the story goes
That's what the people say
I'm bitter I suppose
But bitterness is gold when she wants her way

If you're gonna put me under
Make sure you do it neatly
If I'm going under I'll go all the way
If you're going pull the curtains
Make sure you pull discreetly
Nothing sticks together without needles and chains



CHORUS

I know the number
I've seen the mark already
I drove the rental into the Hertz
I can smell the fishes
I know the crimes are changing
Nothing sticks together without needles and skirts

CHORUS

I don't want to be beautiful
No one ever hears her speak
I don't want to be a diplomat
With a heart attack for peace

All that I need is a fire escape
All that I need is a stone
Everything that starts out burning
Ends up overgrown

I don't want to be an astronaut
I've flown higher on my own
I don't want to be a movie star
I don't need to be alone

All that I need is a blunt excuse
All that I need is a ruse
Everything that starts off burning


Ends up feeling used

I don't want to be president
There's some things I'd like to keep
I don't want to be a nightingale
I don't need to feel that cheap

All that I need is an antidote
All that I need is a muse
Everything that starts off burning
Ends up feeling used

Any last requests before I go
Time is fading fast and feeling slow
Hit me when I start to dream
When I whisper maybe close the screen

I'm not asking for opinions
Spare me all your little minions
I just want to wake inside my dreams
I don't know what makes me happy
Just give me joy and make it snappy
Paste my numbered soul with magazines

Someone made a killing on tv
Everyone was willing no one free
All the kids in china stores
Know that living makes them sore



CHORUS

Blessed are the meek for they shall see
Everything that we've already seen
Everybody we have known
Every thing that's overgrown

CHORUS

I don't need directions
I can see the course
You don't need to whisper baby
I've heard it all before
Hate and lemon under your nails
I don't need protection
I don't need to show your telling tail

I don't need your prohibition
I don't need to score
You can keep your liquor
Baby that's for sure
Whine and silver under your feet
I don't know what moves you
I can't even see when i'm on my knees

Baby give that quiver to me
I can shoot an arrow through anything
Please don't give me your reasons
I'll never need them when I'm on my trampoline

I have seen the devil
Looking for the chord
I can make your carbon copy


Sullen and adored
Mercy and ashes under your hair
I don't need revisions
I don't need to fill
What isn't there

CHORUS

Tolerance is petty
Misery is bored
Someone slipped the combination
Underneath the door
Tongue and courage under your skin
I don't need your resolution
I don't need to sort what could have been

CHORUS

Words can be a problem when you're on parole
I don't care much for language I just want her soul
She left me just when Pushkin turned to shove
The answer to the question who are you thinking of?

You've got to give it up
Give it up
Hold me baby when you give it up
Give it up

Every now and then I start rambling on
I don't care much for grammar I just need her son
He left me in the sibilance and pops
The answer to the question who made your sentence stop

There's a penny poised on a whitewashed fence
There's a little black boy praying for his government
There's a nervous lady reaching for her place
There's a red faced son running from his race
Everything that rises
Everything that rises
Everything that rises must converge
This is my country-this is your sign-
We are painting fences, drawing lines
Well I don't know much about anything


And I don't know much about conversation
Look at me, look at me giving my weakness away
Do you know Coventry-ribbons and bows-
She will throw confetti in your soul
Well I don't know much about anything
And I don't know much about conversation
Look at me, look at me giving my weakness away

Pretty soon we'll be planting marigolds
Pretty soon we'll be trading stories
What ever happened to the baby that I used to know
I sit here staring as my body grows cold
And when you tell me I feel fine
And when you touch me I feel
Fine
I caught you flirting with my memory
You said that she was just a friend
Some things are better when they're standing in front of me
Some things grow bitter when they're near the end
Say goodbye to the vinyl we had


Say goodbye to the radio songs
You said you'd always keep around
I don't know if I'll be happy
I don't know if I'll be sad
I'll always be there when you drown
I'll place my why inside your sympathy
I'll leave my x beside your o
My generation is a runaway centipede
My generation is about to go

I think you taught me about everything
I think you taught me that too
Did you say that you'd pay better
If I wanted you
To come again tomorrow
Go ahead and fire me
Mister big
Your words inspire me
Like your clothes
There's a special in aisle c
And all the people are gone


I heard you say that to be someone
You've got someone to pay
Again tomorrow
Cassettes are sold in aisle b
Microphones are too
I think I've got me a red handed tight fisted excuse
And I'll be back tomorrow

Casey brought his own confetti
I loved him in the fall
He thought we had it made
I left him at the picture show
I loved him after all
Oh mister junior
I always miss the curtain call
If it's trust that you need
I can do the deed
Pick up your boots and stay
If it's love that you want
It's my favourite haunt
Three steps forward
Dance the debutante
Jacob used to call me Temple
For that was all he saw


He left his only cane
Seventeen hats from Italy
Are hanging on my wall
Oh mister junior
I guess that they're above it all
Some of them smile in sympathy
And some don't smile at all
Some kill the time with change
Yesterday his name was Threnody
Today his name is Fame
Oh mister junior
I reserve the right to rearrange