Carnivore 7" Single

Carnivore
7" single released on Minty Fresh Records in October 1993

Carnivore

You've told me maybe a thousand times
A smart girl would've recognized
There isn't any business in the street
But some nights, Daddy 
I catch you wrapped up tight like a sleeping bag
You're softly twisting a pinata suspended out of reach

But I know with one good slap
I could take care of that
But who wants to loose the beast of spring?

I guess it started off slow
But it's picking up speed
And it's gaining on me
Like a carnivore

Daylight catches me by surprise
Almost every night
And kicks my way another hole to sleep

I guess it started off slow
But it's picking up speed
And it's gaining on me
Like a carnivore

Higher Learning Soundtrack

Don't Have Time
Produced by Brad Wood and Liz Phair
Liz Phair - Vocals, Guitar
Brad Wood - Bass, Drums

Don't Have Time

Take a look around
This is what it's now
It's a little bridge now baby
It's a little bridge now
Just a photograph
Kinda makes me laugh
It's a little kid now baby
Some little kid

If I could solve your problems
What do you think I would be?
One stupid seagull picking styrofoam up out of the sea
Don't have time
Don't have time
Don't have time for all your problems?
Why don't you solve them?

Take a look around
This is what it's now
It's a little bridge now baby
It's a little bridge now
Just a photograph
Kinda makes me laugh
It's a little kid now
Pudgy dumb little kid

If I could solve your problems
What do you think I would see?
All of my beautiful banquet receipts have been layed out for me
It's been played out for me.

Don't have time for your fear your truth and your queer little feets.
and your joy and your sweet little boy.
And you're trapped in your sphere.
I'm sorry but, noone's home.

I couldn't hear you, and now I think I've lost you.
I could have made it easier and you would think that's good.
Don't remember feeling older any worse than feeling wooden and alone.
Wooden and alone.



Saturday Morning (cartoons' greatest hits)

The Tra La La Song (One Banana, Two Banana)
(from the Banana Splits Adventure Hour)
Produced by Ralph Sall
Liz Phair - Vocals
Jim Ellison - Guitars, Vocals
Mike Zelenko - Drums, Percussion
Ted Ansani - Bass, Vocals
Jon Gilutin - Keyboards
Written By Mark Barkan and Richie Adams
Recorded and Mixed at Ocean Way, Los Angeles, CA.

The Tra La La Song (One Banana, Two Banana)

Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La
Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La
Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La
Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La

One banana, two banana
three banana, four.
Four Bananas make a bunch
and so do many more.
Over hill and highway
the banana buggies go.
Comin' on to bring you
The Banana Splits Show

Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone

Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La
Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La
Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La
Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La

Four banana, three banana
two banana, one.
All bananas playing
in the bright warm sun.
Flippin' like a pancake, poppin' like a cork
Fleagle, Bingo, Drooper an' Snork.

Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone

Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La
Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La
Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La
Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La

Two banana, four banana
one banana, three.
Swingin' like a bunch of monkeys
hangin' from a tree.
Hey there everybody
won't you come along and see
how much like banana splits
everyone can be.

Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone

Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La
Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La
Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La
Tra-La-La, La-La-La-La

Stealing Beauty Soundtrack

Rocket Boy
Transcribed by willb26@earthlink.net

Rocket Boy

Didn't see -- I had no idea, never heard it before
And I said what good are you
Yeah well "Why don't I?" is the question of the year
(Why, why don't I.)
You used to be my favorite toy...
but what happened to my rocket boy?

Rocket boy -- when are you gonna land?
I said go, don't stop it, go, don't stop it
How we all understand
You used to be my pride and joy
Now you're just my rocket, rocket boy

They don't know my friends -- we got off again
How'm I supposed to get myself to sleep?
I got stains on my sheets and my nails are torn down to the bone
Wouldn't it be nice to have an ordinary girlfriend?
Laughing 'bout makes it real, makes it happen to me -- well I can reach you

Didn't see -- I had no idea, never heard it before
Well I said what good are you -- why don't I -- no sense of fear
(Yeah, I don't I.)
You used to be my favorite toy -- but what happened, my rocket...?
(Now you're just my little rocket boy.)
(Rocket boy.)
My rocket boy
(My rocket boy.)

Rocket boy -- when are you gonna land?
(Rocket boy yeah.)
I said go, don't stop it, go, don't stop it, now may all understand
(Rocket boy yeah.)
I said rocket boy -- when are you gonna land?
(Rocket boy.)
I said rocket boy -- they just don't understand
(Die is cast and the dice are rollin' I'm feelin' like shit 'cause she's
feelin' like gold.)
(Rocket boy.)
You used to be my pride and joy, my boy
You had me...

The Kids In The Hall: Brain Candy Soundtrack

Six Dick Pimp, aka Give Me My Boyfriend Back from The Girlysound Recordings
Transcribed by ERigby1000@aol.com

Six Dick Pimp

(Spoken:)
Where my baby at?
Where my baby at?
(sung:)
The six dick pimp is just doin' his job.
Makin sure the business isn't going under.
He's got the studs lined up in their stalls.
Put a couple bills in see six minutes of balls.
Justine's got a plastic baggy on her dick
Cherry's got a couple prince alberts through her prick.
And nobody's in number four, number six.
Put a couple bills in man you really shouldn't miss it.

I don't care how much time it takes.
I dont care how much money he makes
I just want my honey back I'll be on my way...
I'll be on  my way // Gotta get me my boyfriend back
I'll be on my way...
I'll be on my way....

You thought you were smart thought I wouldn't leave home.
You rented a car now you're halfway to Idaho.
You thought you were smart thought I'd leave you alone,
 but you have no idea what kind of hell is coming down on you.

I don't care how much time it takes 
I don't care what kind of money he makes...
I just want my honey back I'll be on my way..
I'll be on my way // Gotta get me my boyfriend back
I'll be on my way...
I'll be on my way...

I don't care how much time it takes 
I don't care whate kind of money he makes...
I just want my honey back I'll be on my way..
I'll be on my way // Gonna get me my boyfriend back
I'll be on my way...
I'll be on my way...

The six dick pimp is just doin' his job. 
Making sure the business isn't going under.
He's got the studs lined up in their stalls.
Put a couple bills in man you really shouldn't miss it..

Lilith Fair '98: A Starbucks Blend

Transcribed by Jason Long.

Uncle Alvarez

There's a portrait of Uncle Alvarez
Hangin' in the hall
Nobody wants to look at it
But Uncle Alvarez sees us all

Oh, oh, oh, 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 a part Cherokee Indian
He didn't fight in the Civil War
He's just huging eyes of Galvarez
We feel sorry for the wall

Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of Presidents
You're gonna make 'em sorry when you die

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 and all better
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

Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of Presidents
You're gonna make 'em sorry when you die

Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of Presidents
Better send some money to the alma mater

Polyester Bride- Japanese Single

Transcribed by Jeremy Rauch

Greased Lightning

I had a dream, and you were in it.
You ran a race, but you didn't win it.
And I wasn't sorry to see you lose
I would have paid good money, to have them grease your shoes

Grease lightning, going no where at all
It was frightening to watch you skid, right into a fall

You spent your life expecting me to watch
So each time you slipped down, I cut a lower notch.
So I wasn't sorry to feel you slide.
If this is your body, I'm a thorn in your side.

Grease lightning, going no where at all
It was frightening to watch you skid, right into a fall

If you think that it's gone and forgotten, then you're wrong

Grease lightning, going no where at all
It was frightening to watch you skid, right into a fall

Grease lightning, going no where at all
It was frightening to watch you skid, right into a fall
	

White Bird of Texas

The last time I spoke to my aunt before she died
She was describing to me this incredible owl that was sitting in a tree
It meant nothing to me, but it means a lot more now

Cause I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the bird
I'm waiting already, I know its my turn.
All those cigarettes, alcohol this body's been through
You're gonna know for sure when the bird comes for you.

The last time I spoke to my __ (om?) before he died
It was the very same week, one week before her.
He was sitting alone in the study on the phone
When a giant hawk flew by

Said I'm Waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the bird.
I didn't expect to be noticed or heard.
Oh Elizabeth help me I can't find the room
You're gone for sure when the bird comes for you.

Oh it is scary, and dark.
It's cold to the bone.
My body's not ready for my mind to learn
I've just been consigned to rot here in the earth

Said I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the bird.
I've seen it three times now, there's nothing to do.
So don't be surprised if the sky's bright and blue
When the white bird of Texas comes barreling through

	

Unreleased Songs

See The Light

Unofficial title, found on Pottymouth Girl bootleg
You want me home,
But I'm gone all night.
And we've probably been in
Some kind of fight.
But if that's not real
And that's not right...
And I'm beginning to see the light
Yes I'm beginning to see the light

When all the stars up in heaven were rushed by an angel
To see the light in your face better
And if god would only listen,
He would surely create us
A hope of his everlasting grace.

And I may be young,
But I still know
The things you put down
Can rise from below
And I can hardly believe
You would lay this at my door
'Cause I have heard that song before
Yes I have heard that song before

When all the stars up in heaven were rushed by an angel
To see the light in your face better
And if god would only listen,
He would surely create us
A hope of his everlasting grace.

You want me home,
But I'm gone all night.
And we've probably been in
Some kind of fight.
But if that's not real
And that's not right...
And I'm beginning to see the light
Yes I'm beginning to see the light

Oh My God/That's The Way I Like It

Oh my god (oh my god)
I've been saved
I saw the light today and it flung me back to the edge

Oh my god
What are you asking of me?
What have I done to you lately that could make you treat me so badly?

Oh my god
I've been sitting by the fence
Wondering which one of you I'm going to visit in the end?

This is the world, brother, as you made it to be
Whatever in it of strife and pain, you put there for us to see
For us to see
For us to see
And I see it

That's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh
Yeah that's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh
Yeah that's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh
Yeah that's the way, uh huh uh huh, you should wash your hair first, uh huh
uh huh

I'm going out tonight, gonna get it on
I'm gonna go to the bar
Gonna spend all my money, innit that funny?
That's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh
That's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh
That's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh
Yeah that's the way, uh huh uh huh, you should hold me down, cross my legs

Here it comes now, I can feel it stretching down the street
Like two pairs of legs, they're walking your way -- you like it
You like it
Yeah that's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh
Yeah that's the way, uh huh uh huh, you would like it, uh huh uh huh
You would like it if I played that way
That's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh
That's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh
That's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh
I like it.

Wasted

All The People 
We All Know 
Are Wasted Away On A Holiday
Everywhere These People Go 
They're Wasted Away 
There's Nothing To Borrow
Wasted Today 
They're Wasted Tommorow 
And I Wouldn't Want It From You
And I Wouldn't Take It Anyhow..
I Just Want To Borrow Time And To Give My Body Piece Of Mind...

All The People 
We All Know 
Are Wasted Away On A Holiday
Everywhere My Buddies Go 
They're Wasted Away There's Nothing To Borrow..
Wasted Today 
They're Wasted Tomorrow..

Hurricane Cindy

from KCRW's "Morning Becomes Eclectic" broadcast, 12/08/94
What's that piece of ass I see walking over here?
What's that piece of ass to me, who is she standing near?

And when I walk on a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Over my heart and emotion inside me
They go rolling inside me

Hold me close and never let me go
All my life I've wanted you to know
A few things 'bout me
I feel beautiful today
Lovely, beautiful

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, what's on the heel?
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
What's on the heel, what's on the heel?

And when I walk on a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Over my heart and emotion inside me
They go rolling inside me

Put it on the stereo and play
All my life I've wanted you to say
A few things 'bout me
I feel beautiful today
Lovely, beautiful

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, what's on the heel?
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
What's on the heel, what's on the heel?

And when I walk on a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Over my heart and emotions inside me
They go rolling inside me

And when I walk it's a riot
You should see the commotion
A hundred people drowning in oceans inside me
They go rolling inside me
Inside me
Inside me

"That's for Cindy Crawford."

Ride

live 04/09/95 San Francisco, CA
I need a ride, need a ride
Need a ride from you
I need a ride, I need a ride
Need a ride from you

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, need a ride
Need a ride from you

Sticks and stones can break my bones
And boys can make me kick and moan
But when I want it auto-drive

I get a ride, get a ride
Get a ride from you
I get a ride, I get a ride
I get a ride from you

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I awake
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
Ninety-eight-point-five
Positive t-cell regeneration

Sometimes A Dream (Is What Makes You A Slave)

live 04/08/95 Portland, Oregon -- from the "Pottymouth Girl" bootleg
I can't remember the last time that I felt good for more than a week
I mean really good, for more than a month

'Cause I'm chasing a dream
And sometimes a dream doesn't set you free
Sometimes a dream is what makes you a slave
Sometimes a dream is what makes you a slave
Sometimes a dream is what makes you a slave

And I think that's what's happened to me
'Cause I'm searching almost every day blind
And I'm walking through my past
Like a madman hoping to find
A good list of reasons to know that I'm special
To know that I'm different
To know that I'm better
Sometimes a dream is what makes you a slave

Sometimes a dream is what makes you a slave
Sometimes a dream is what makes you a slave

If I Ever Pay You Back

live 04/22/95, Minneapolis; also on "Girlysounds"
I don't have what it takes to stay with you
And I'm leaving in under ten days, it's not what I'd planned
But anyway, you know, by and large anywhere I go
I won't find anyone who loves me enough to make you look bad

And all the cars on the road are driving away from here
But I'm still looking under my nose to see who I am
And anywhere I go, standing at any kind of show
I won't find anyone who can tell me what I need to know
That's not how it's done

And anyway, you know, by and large anywhere I go
I won't find anyone who loves me enough to make you look bad

If I ever pay you back
If my money and wallet's intact
I will probably be in a box lying down
Loosely suited in black

If I ever pay you back
If my money and wallet's intact
I will probably be in a box lying down
Loosely suited in black

I'll Get You High

live 04/25/95, New York City, NY
Saw your car, so I know you're here
It's been such a long time, looking totally weird
But I don't remember why
Pull the trigger and die

What a beautiful day for a drive
Not a cloud left in the sky
Why don't you give me a ride to the studio
I'll get you high
I'll get you high

[sung to the tune of the "Flintstones" theme:]
Bimbo, meet the bimbo
She's a modern stone-age family
Drowned out, thrown out of Glencoe (sp?)
She's a face without a history
Now that cat will stay out for the night
Fred gets in a terrifying fight
We all back down and beg him not tonight
Go in the living room and dry your eyes
Dry your eyes

In that old familiar valley
Where I have dumped my heavy load
Mom and Dad sit back in the loveseat
From too much loss, from too much hope

What a beautiful day for a drive
Not a cloud left in the sky
Why don't you give me a ride to the studio
I'll get you high
I'll get you high

Down

Unknown, video found at http://www.thedirectorsbureau.com/archive_vault/ascher/archpop_ra_mvid.asp
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down

Butterfly lets her wing brush past your shoulder
I know you know her around by the way she's so familiar

You keep bringin' me
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Keep bringin' me 
Down, down, down
Down, down, down

All the time you were telling me you loved me
You've been sleeping around 
And the shame of it hangs above me like a cloud

You're bringin' me 
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Bringin' me
Down, down, down
Down, down, down

I'm hearing lies
I'm feeling the sting of surprise
I make myself stand up and leave
And turn my back on your hollow pleas

Let it ride
Let the wind blow past my shoulders
Let the road like a ribbon unwind
And the pain of it make me older

Let the world keep bringin' me
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Keep bringin' me
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down

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