Last updated August 30, 1998.
Orange and blue, green and pink I see you in everything... Don't need money, don't need wine I've got better ways to spend my time I'll see you around, every hollow has its favorite sound And my heart is holding on... Purple, yellow, reddish brown Once I felt you, I couldn't lay you down Don't be shy, baby, don't be careful with me Let it go, let it soak me down Every rock and tree and leaf abound with your face Your face, your face... Trace... Don't tell me I've been wrong... Don't tell me all the magic's gone? Every corner has its favorite clown I'll see you
I'm a big, tall man I cut the grass My left eye hurts I am waiting and reading parts I can be a complicated communicator Zeus and Athens Florida driveway Asphalt and tires Sand and the beach, rocker panel Headlights in the dark... I am drag racing Fog and the distance beyond it... Boats and the quiet morning noises... I'm walking the shoreline A beer and a cigarette... A bug with twitching antennae A button-up short sleeved shirt... Yes, I'm careening down! Winding the canyons, now! Yes, I am broadcasting myself!
What a pretty live you have Oh boy, it's a pretty life And I would need a map Just so I could navigate the back yard Home is very ordinary I know I was born to lead a double life And when I find it, I know I'll make sense of me I want to be cool, tall, vulnerable and luscious I would have it all if I'd only had this much No need for Lucifer to fall if he'd learn to keep his mouth shut I would be involved with you I know the girls That live inside your world Just sitting next to a mortal makes their skin crawl
Johnny feel good, Johnny right on Johnny miss you, Johnny light on Johnny makes me feel strangely good about myself Moderation is a memory Dive right in and let him send me I could take this in doses large enough to kill... I never met a man who was so pretty inside He's got diamonds on the bed of his thumbnails and I Never realized I was so dirty and dry Till he knocked me down, started dragging me around in the Back of his convertible car... And I liked it I liked it more and more Crimson and Clover, soon he's taken over all my senses He's got petals on the bed of his sweat sock drawer And who the fuck am I (?) to criticize him cause I really need him now, in fact I'm kinda freaking out And I'm wondering where the hell you all are... I've never met a man I was so crazy about It kinda has become an obsession to me I hate him all the time But I still get up When he knocks me down And he orders me around 'Cause it loosens me up And I can't get enough And I'd pay to spend the nights with him Some more!
I was talking, not two days ago To a certain bartender I' lucky to know And I asked Henry, my bartending friend If I should bother dating unfamous men And Henry said, "You're lucky to even know me. You're lucky to be alive. You're lucky to be drinking here for free cause I'm a Sucker for your lucky, pretty eyes." And then he said, "Do you want to be a Polyester Bride? Or do you want to hang your head and die? Do you want to find alligator cowboy booths they just put on sale? Do you want to flap your wings and fly away from here?" I was sitting, not two days ago Feeling lonely 'cause I'm just feeling low And I asked Henry, my bartending friend Why it is that there are those kind of men "Princess, do you Really want to flap your wings and fly... Because you've got time." He keeps telling me, "You've got time." But I don't believe him "You've got time." I keep on pushing harder... I keep on pushing farther away But he keeps telling me, "Baby, baby, do you want to be a polyester bride?" "Do you want to flap your wings and fly away from here?"
You thought I was something from afar You thought I'd totally excite you I guess it's just another thing to stand up close and ignite you Love is nothing, nothing, nothing Like they say... You gotta pick up the little pieces every day You were telling me the friends we have in common... By the time I figured it out you were yawning Love is nothing, like they say You gotta get up and work the people everyday And I thought, "Who am I?" "Who's this guy?" "Would I lie To make the day blur into the night...?"
Baby got goin' on a southern train, you know Fired up the pistons driving below And the whole vibration, seat upholstery Silky underwear, oh conductor, let's roll! Baby got goin' but I can't complain, you know It knocks me out when she acts so strange, it's like a Big Mac truck cut across three lanes in my soul, conductor Let's throw some metal down, roll! Squeeze her knees underneath a book, you know A real good shakin' is all it took Cause my baby's hooked on me, and as you can see I'm wild about her! She gets mad when it goes too slow, so I'm beggin' you man Keep a shovelin' that coal and let's roll! Dinah, blow your horn!
There's a portrait of Uncle Alvarez Hanging in the hall Nobody wants to look at it But Uncle Alvarez sees us all Ho ho ho imaginary accomplishments Hey hey hey you visionary guy! You might even shake the hands of presidents Better send a postcard and keep the family quiet He's not really part Cherokee Indian He didn't fight in the Civil War He's just Eugene Isaac Alvarez We feel sorry for the wall And It's a long way down, you're hoping for a heart attack Running around, investing in this and that, and your Beautiful wife keeps your life on a shelf for you Safe in the bedroom where there's no dust or mildew and it's Hard to believe you were once a Beautiful dancer... Better just to shake it off As you write your resume Don't think of Uncle Alvarez And the price he had to pay! You might even shake the hands of presidents Better send some money to the Alma Matter
All these babies are born To the wrong kind of people And I wish I had known I was not good enough I'm the worst kind of son Bringing shame to my family And I know I have worn My mother's heart out, believe me I saw it I saw it coming All these things I have done To my little little sister When I try to support her She don't believe Shy should she? I hurt her I mean I hurt her So goodbye, so long, I'm gone already I'm running out of time I'm losing my mind] Won't you come take me home? Won't somebody hold me? All these babies are born Like a field full of poppies Who's gonna know which are torn? I believe I'll soon leave the meadow I see my shadow I think I'm losing my soul...
You go on ahead, honey You have a good time there You make me feel funny I'm no ordinary lover or friend I believe we have things to do I believe in myself and I believe in you I believe when I sleep you are near to me I believe when you sleep I am near to you You walk out of the room with your hands so deep in your pockets, I don't Recognize you You say you're a ghost in our house and I realize I do think I see through you It's a death in our love that has brought us here It's a birth that has changed our lives It's a place that I hope we'll be leaving soon And I fear for the year in his eyes And it goes around in circles: one night is lovely, the next is brutal And you and I are in way over our heads with this one, it's hard To admit it, but you hold me and I can't feel you We hurt but we smile I promise I'll make it back when the summer has warmed me awhile
I can see the Russian Army rolling through my head On one side of me lies the enemy, the other half is dead I've got diamonds and I've got pearls... And I said, "Hey mister, won't you come for me?" You can take me home, but I will never be your girl I won't let your mystery unfurl That's the whole thing about it... I'm so in love today I've been waiting at the bus stop Come my way? I'm a Psychosomatic sister Running around without a leash Snow is falling, January's all across the land I've got seven other men in the ditches behind me, and I'm think I'm the last survivor...
As I stumble into bed, I curse the devil in my head And if I die before I wake, I hope the lord won't hesitate To pluck my coffin from the ground He need not heed the neighbors now And throw me up for all to see, the flies of August swarming me... I get a ride. Right by your side Under your skin. I'm digging in Well I don't know, but I've been told The road to heaven is paved with gold And if I die before I wake, I need a ride From you Well sticks and stones can break my bones And boys can make me kick and moan But when I want it autodrive, I get a ride From you I get a ride 98.5 Positive T-cell Regeneration Regeneration Regeneration Positive T-cell Regeneration
But don't worry, mom. I met him in a restaurant And all this time I've been getting to know him He's got an ex-wife in Pasadena, and sometimes she's a mess To deal with, but mostly we've been living here Uninjured... There's a silence, and she says, "Listen here young lady, All that matters is What makes you happy, but you leave this house knowing my opinion won't Make you love me if you don't care to." But mom, I'm sending you this photograph, I swear This one is going to last and all those other bastards Were only practice! I feel the sun on my back... I smell the earth in my skin... I see the sky above me like a full recovery... She said, "Listen here young lady, All that matters is what makes you happy, But you leave this house knowing my opinion It won't make a difference if you're not ready."
He's a friend of mine Kind of special guy He's a run-around Hey, you've got to hide your love away! I hear people are talking about us And I just have to say I lie awake every night Thinking about you. I fantasize... All around me people are changing He's a special guy Kind of sentimental inside I hear people are talking about us That's ok with me Get it easily inside...
Louis is probably thirty years old but he looks like a solid 45 Louis says he's got a headache I look in his eyes, and I believe him The big L.K.'s and the gangster disciples Louis can't think of who else could take over, but he just can't Get up in the morning A genuine face, braced for survival... It's nice to be liked But it's better by far to get paid I know that most of the friends that I have don't really see it That way But if you could give 'em each one wish How much do you wanna bet? They'd wish success for themselves and their friends and that would include lots of money Don't know how many times you were stuck in the morning You just could move, though your mother was calling You know what you need Is a Lotto revival A train flashes by and you're lost in a spiral... Take the train on up to the zoo, don't look back On what you've been through Cause everyone's got a Monday... It looks like shit and it must be America It burns so quick, then it must be America We all need a shitload of M-O-N-E-Y, money
I'm sleeping in the girls' room I'm sleeping in the sky, I'm sleeping in the water I'm sleeping in the girls' room tonight Here comes Tiffany My best friend, Tiffany Wearing a size too small of sweater Me and Tiffany Dressing up pretty We love to ride, we love to canter My best friend Tiffany She is so popular We're going from site to site and pool to pool tonight And we hear Terry say that Tricia's ok But she ought to learn to shave her bikini line better And Tauren was born, like her mother in a storm And Tracey's been away forever...
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