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Pain Makes You Beautiful Lyric Sheet

Album 1993 Sire Records Company

Songs:

  1. All Day Afternoon
  2. Ugly on the Outside
  3. Being Simple
  4. An Intense Beige
  5. Geography
  6. Wasting Time
  7. Incredible Bittersweet
  8. Scarlett
  9. Trip Me Up
  10. La Dulcinea
  11. My Dead Friend
  12. Pain (Makes You Beautiful)

All Day Afternoon

Love receive this Romeo. Novice see, novice do.
Novice shake and need someone and hope some sweet survive.
Radiance reveal itself, have someone say him beautiful,
beautiful beyond the eye, beyond this flesh untruth.

All day afternoon, I-love-ya's.
All day afternoon, let sun shine down.
All day afternoon, taking things as they come and then so gently watching them go.

Gently traipsing on the wire, falling soon, falling soon.
Falling preclude being one with every non-new thing.
Lifting up and letting blow, swaling down, swirling go,
swirling into open arms. Embrace him, youngsung youth.

All day afternoon, I-love-ya's.
All day afternoon, let sun shine down.
All day afternoon, taking things as they come and then so gently watching them go.

Waiting for the coronation of gods.
Paper thin the poetry come rapture my heart.
Gear me in the grinding moon and turn me to dust.
Let me levitate and learn the loins of love's lust, lust.

Love receive this Romeo. Novice see, novice go.
Novice shake and want someone, and rip him through this ride.
Radiance reveal itself, have someone say him beautiful,
beautiful beyond the lie that flesh will tell the truth.

All day afternoon, I-love-ya's.
All day afternoon, let sun shine down.
All day afternoon, taking things as they come and then so gently watching them go go.

All day afternoon, I-love-ya's.
All day afternoon, let sun shine down.
All day afternoon, taking things as they come and then so gently watching them go go.

All day afternoon, I-love-ya's.
All day afternoon, let sun shine down.
All day afternoon, taking things as they come... [fade]


Ugly on the Outside

It's like I keep you from myself, like I keep you from everyone else.
Everyone needs their mystery, something hidden, something free.

You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
You're so pure.

Now I been out to Hollywood. Them empty people they're no good.
Their pretty faces hold a silver scream, but pretty don't mean much to me.

You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
You're so pure.

So sweet; pretty on the inside.
Some fright; you're ugly on the outside.

I guess we won't be holding hands like Hallmark lovers on the sands.
Who needs the beaches anyway? Stuff my friends and all they'd say.

You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
You're so pure.

Dun, true, shining on the inside.
I love groovin' on your backside.

Yeah, you step up to the microphone and lotsa people wanna take you home. (Yep.)
But you don't even like the way I sing. Baby, I think that's the sweetest thing.

You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
(It's like I keep you for myself.)
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
(It's like I keep you for myself.)
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
(Like I keep you from no one else.)
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
(You're so pure.)
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
(It's like I keep you for myself.)
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
(Like I keep you from no one else.)
You're pure light, pure delight, pure deli-ee-ight.
(It's like I keep you for myself.)
[fade]


Being Simple

Hearts cannot be broken; they're small squishy things.
They don't break like glass, but they bruise easily.
This one you bruise.
Words will not be spoken, never knowing what they mean.
Sticks and stones hurt my bones. Your promises have broken me.
Each one you break.

Mmm, and I want to be good, but good is being simple.
Simple is forgetting. I simply can't forget.
I want to be good, but good is being simple.
Simple is forgetting, and I simply can't forget.

Eyes are always open, even when they sleep.
Mine are mostly closed, while yours are wandering.
You look where you please.

Mmm, yeah, and I want to be good, but good is being simple.
Simple is forgetting, and I simply can't forget.
I want to be great, but greatness is giving.
Giving leaves me empty. Oh, great emptiness!

Oh, great emptiness.

Souls cannot be taken. They're large and they're loud.
Yours merely whispers; lately seems it's shrinking.
I wish it would speak.

Yeah, yeah, and I want to be good, but good is being simple.
Simple is forgetting. I simply can't forget.
I want to be great, but greatness is giving.
Giving leaves me empty. Oh, great emptiness!

And I simply can't forget.


An Intense Beige

(Sounds almost like water dripping.)

(one, two, three, four)

Parceled out like oxygen, everywhere but very thin.
Sampling for sampling's sake. You're an obvious mistake.
I love you anyway. You're an intense beige, but that's OK.

Parceled out like oxygen, everywhere but very thin.
Sampling for sampling's sake. You're an obvious mistake.
I love you anyway. You're an intense beige, but that's OK.

Whatcha gonna do when it all comes true; it makes you feel blue and then you get lonely?
You get whatcha want, it makes you feel sad, and everything you got says sameness only?
Too bad.

Sliding in and out of phase. Massing mindless in a maze.
Nothing ventured nothing dared. Fake opaque and very scared.
I love you anyway. You're an intense beige, but that's OK.

Sliding in and out of phase. Massing mindless in a maze.
Nothing ventured nothing dared. Fake opaque and very scared.
I love you anyway. You're an intense beige, but that's OK.

Talking to yourself it makes it kinda hard, you're always on your guard, your life is snoring.
Fear of extinction keeps you in the yard, you don't go out much anymore. You're so boring!
It's so sad.

Barely on the edge of blue. Cheesy channel nothing new.
Super square and squeaky clean. Happy little hygiene queen.
I love you anyway. You're an intense beige, but that's OK.

Barely on the edge of blue. Cheesy channel nothing new.
Super square and squeaky clean. Happy little hygiene queen.
I love you anyway. You're an intense beige, but that's OK.

Whatcha gonna do when it all comes true; it makes you feel blue and then you get lonely?
You get whatcha want, it makes you feel sad, and everything you got says sameness only?
Too bad...so shut up!


Geography

Gazing out the window of some big girder bird
down on Mother Nature's face, torn-up twisted, absurd.
I wondered what the chances were that you were down there looking up at me.
Ah, we're silly as geography.

Silly as geography.
You and me, we just can't get it right.
You're a function of my latitude.
Let's end our little warring feud.
Oh, how I wish you would come home.
(Or I'll come there to you.)

People will tell you what to do, where your head should be.
They don't tell me nothing I ain't already heard before or better said.
We all want focus, we crave company, but
we're cross-eyed and punchdrunk from too much scenery,
from our battles with geography.

Silly as geography.
You and me, we're a lot like real estate.
But the state you're in is never real.
It's one helluva rare raw deal
Oh, how I wish you would return.

Silly as geography.
You and me, swear I am who you are.
You're a function of my latitude.
Let's end our little warring feud.
Come on, come on home.
(Or I'll come there to you.)

We're silly as geography.


Wasting Time

There's a gentle artifice to loving that to it all we gently bring.
You know, I learned how to kiss you watching old movies starring James Dean.
And the candles we light for atmosphere are mostly made in Tokyo or Taiwan.
You know, I think I love you most when you're off somewhere gone.

These things take patience, and good taste, and a taste for wasting time.
I love you wasting mine. You fill the empty hours just fine.

You know, you ask for the moon, they bring you these dying stars, a thousand points of blight,
a million unmade beds like fading smiles. At least they brighten up the night for a little while.
A story of too much too soon and not enough later, already begun to hate her. I've seen it all before.
You know, we take want and the rest we need. It leaves us clamoring for more and more and more.

Patience, and good taste, and good taste, and a taste for wasting time.
I love you wasting mine. You fill the empty hours just fine.

Just wait till now becomes then. You'll see how happy we were.
You'll concur. You'll agree. You'll see. Listen to me.
In the candlelight, tonight's atmosphere, you look kinda like a movie star, it's true,
and I gotta pinch myself to make sure you're still here. You're my favorite thing, my favorite thing to do.

Patience, and good taste, and a taste for wasting time.
I love you wasting mine. You fill the empty hours just fine.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Patience, and good taste, and a taste for wasting time.
I love you wasting mine. You fill the empty hours just fine.


Incredible Bittersweet

(one, two, three, four)

Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill and speaks to no one.
Joy is the money that he buries in the yard and forgets where it is.
He dies, and all the neighbors of the world come digging, finding nothing,
but at least they had their little daydream.

Incredible bittersweet. (yeah)
Incredible bittersweet. (yeah)
Incredible bittersweet. (yeah)

Incredible bittersweet, I know you well.
We're victims of a dual complicity,
villains and heroes, battlescarred and beaming,
taking chances, bought and sold, still scheming,
pretty over the loin, with such a bad disposition,
auctioned off to an eager stranger, innocent of the danger.
Incredible bittersweet, I know you well,
and I've made your apologies, made your apologies.

Incredible bittersweet. (yeah)
Incredible bittersweet. (yeah)
Incredible bittersweet. (yeah)

Incredible bittersweet, I could paint you a picture
in black and white, black on white, white on black, but I
take it all back; I think I'd just paint it grey.
Incredible bittersweet, I know you'll love it anyway.

Incredible bittersweet. (yeah)
Incredible bittersweet. (yeah)
Incredible bittersweet. (yeah)

(A little tale)
Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill and speaks to no one.
Joy is the money that he buries in the yard and forgets where it is.
He dies, and all the neighbors of the world come digging, finding nothing,
but at least they had their little daydream.

Incredible bittersweet, I know you well.
We're grifters of a grim duality, goodness in evil,
shuffling shards and dealing;
all the dances, never sure who's leading,
a flipping up of the coin with such a sick sense of humor,
bluffing illusion of choice in choosing, betting it all and losing.
Incredible bittersweet, we've gone to hell,
and I make no apologies, make no apologies.

Incredible bittersweet. (yeah)
Incredible bittersweet. (yeah)
Incredible bittersweet. (yeah, oh, ho)

Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill and speaks to no one. (Incredible bittersweet...)
Joy is the money that he buries in the yard and forgets where it is. (Incredible bittersweet...)
He dies, and all the neighbors of the world come digging, finding nothing, (Incredible bittersweet...)
but at least they had their little daydream. (Incredible bittersweet...)

Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill and speaks to no one. (Incredible bittersweet...)
Joy is the money that he buries in the yard and forgets where it is. (Incredible bittersweet...)
He dies, and all the neighbors of the world come digging, finding nothing, (Incredible bittersweet...)
but at least they had their little daydream.
(Incredible bittersweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet, oh, oh)


Scarlett

Falling like leaves from porcelain trees,
we break, shattered by the weight of the fall.

Love is Scarlett down the stairs, pushed or fallen, fallen or shoved.
(fallen or shoved, loved, loved, loved, loved)
Arching in the air, promised or poisoned, but always loved
(always loved, loved, loved, loved, loved)

Despair versus desire, this game.
What loss, what gain? Whose fault? Where to blame?

Love is Scarlett down the stairs, pushed or fallen, fallen or shoved.
(fallen or shoved, loved, loved, loved, loved)
Arching in the air, promised or poisoned, but always loved
(always loved, loved, loved, loved, loved)

Everything you say to me strikes me like a warm disease.
Damage is a luxury, dereliction by degrees.
Everything you say to me strikes me like a warm disease.
Damage is a luxury, dereliction by degrees.

What attracts excites us to the point
of distraction and to the edge of dislike.

Love is Scarlett down the stairs, pushed or fallen, fallen or shoved.
(fallen or shoved, loved, loved, loved, loved)
Arching in the air, promised or poisoned, but always loved.
(always loved, loved, loved, loved, loved)

Everything you say to me strikes me like a warm disease.
Danger is a luxury, drown me in your darling seas.

Saw a horse the other day with one eye and I thought
how nice to see only one side of it all.

Love is Scarlett down the stairs, pushed or fallen, fallen or shoved.
(fallen or shoved, loved, loved, loved, loved)
Arching through the air, promised or poisoned, but always loved
(always loved, loved, loved, loved, loved)

(always loved, loved, loved, loved, loved)
(always loved, loved, loved, loved, loved)


Trip Me Up

I could kick myself for leaving you.But then I guess I already have at least a thousand times.
Ah, this endless parade of mimes, lonely hearts and fools who wanna put themselves off
on anyone as a piece of sun, ray of light in every seedy starless night.

I could kill myself for loving you.
But then everyone knows I will if I go out tonight.
Ah, the hateful eyes of hindsight, haunting how-it-will-be's. I'm gonna wrap myself
around some young thing like a piece of string, ball of twine, like sunshine.

I fell for you, and I'm still falling.
When I hit the bottom, I will bounce back up? You trip me up.

I could kick myself for leaving you.
But then I guess I already have at least a thousand times.

I fell for you, and I'm still falling.
When I hit the bottom, will I bounce back up? (You trip me up.)
I'm still falling.
I fell for you, and I'm still falling.
When I hit the bottom, will I bounce back up? (You trip me up.)
I'm still falling.
I fell for you, and I'm still falling.
I fell for you, and I'm still falling.
I fell for you, and I'm still falling.


La Dulcinea

(Mi Aldonza)

There's no sense in coming to your senses.
Our best ideals walk on barbed-wire fences.
All blood runs thin when reality dispenses.
Tall tales unfold, and peasant becomes princess.

We don't all have vision but some of us can see
the sweet dulcinea, rapt in everything.
I've made my decision, delirious and free.
We don't all have vision but some of us can see.

I saw you there winnowing the black wheat,
singing a dry dusty song, flat as the hulls at your feet.
Mi Aldonza, in your hardened features nothing replete,
neither coy nor splendid, all rags and cursing in the white heat.

We don't all have vision but some of us can see
the sweet dulcinea, rapt in everything.
I've made my decision, delirious and free.
We don't all have vision but some of us can see.

Conoci con mi Aldonza y yo no la queria.

Traigame mi guia. Get me far from this place.
But, oh, too late, too familiar! Leave me linger with this dark face.

We don't all have vision but some of us can see
the sweet dulcinea, rapt in everything.
I've made my decision, delirious and free.
We don't all have vision but some of us can see.


My Dead Friend

There were fireflies keeping the moon company.
I was listening to Rickie Lee, some song about sad young men.

A chainsaw buzzed when I died.
I cried seven minutes for you, seven long drawn sixty-second sobs.

Grief, a simple thing; add water to the sorrow and wait.
Darkness precipitate, ruin my room, and wet my face.

A chainsaw buzzed when I died.
I cried seven minutes for you, seven long drawn sixty-second sobs.
Is it really funny how time flies by?
You'd know that better than I, my dead friend.

Stepping out through the door, through the trees, a single light.
And I heard the sound, some greatness crashing down over the rise.
Yeah.

A chainsaw buzzed when I died.
I cried seven minutes for you, seven long drawn sixty-second sobs.
Is it really funny how time flies by?
You'd know that better than I, my dead friend.

Ice skating in an hour glass, waiting for it all to pass, my dead friend.


Pain (Makes You Beautiful)

Pain makes you beautiful. I give you what you want.
The pain and the pleasure. I, I'm no good for you, but then you're no good for yourself.

I bring you pain. Pain makes you beautiful.
I'm no good for you. You're no good for yourself.

Strange, and it's wonderful how you tell me what you need.
The joy and the treasure of pain's guilty pleasure,
love's pressure painfully.

I bring you pain. Pain makes you beautiful.
I'm no good for you. You're no good for yourself.
No sorrow tied, tied to my hurting you.
We delight in every torture I put you through.

How did we find this place, this state where we satiate,
where pain makes you beautiful? Strange, and so wonderful,
where you're no good for yourself.

I bring you pain. Pain makes you beautiful.
I'm no good for you. You're no good for yourself.
No sorrow tied, tied to my hurting you.
To the compromising position, to all the painful things I do.

Pain makes you beautiful. I, I give you what you want.
The pain and the pleasure. I, I'm no good for you,
but then you're no good for yourself.


All songs: Music by The JudyBats.
Lyrics by Jeff Heiskell.
1993 Reach-Around Music BMI.

Lyrics reprinted without permission.
I hope no one minds.
Please use for private research and study only.
Any other use is on your head.

Adapted from a text file by Eric Wincentsen


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