Arriving full of questions, it's been some years.
You come here pointing fingers and doubts
like you think I'm a stranger to fear of fear,
like you think I know love's ins and outs.
What we lose, we become.
What we hide, we scorn and love, we scorn, and love.
We all get too close and we go too far.
Those who say they never, they lie.
Life's a hall of mirrors, we're trapped inside;
from every graven image we fly.
We run, we fly.
What we lose, (what we lose) we become (we become).
What we hide, we scorn and love, we scorn, and love.
When we walk this morning I hear you say,
"Don't pick the flowers for me - they die."
All wilted recollection to reckon with,
like legendary lovers, you sigh.
Like us when we were younger, you broke my heart,
blooming for a moment, then gone.
And now I'm so much like you, I leave too soon.
You laugh and pick a flower, walk on, and we walk on.
What we lose, (what we lose) we become (we become).
What we hide, we scorn and love, we scorn, and love.
What we lose, (what we lose) we become (yeah, we become).
What we hide, we scorn and love, we scorn, and love.
During the drought, I took you in, I turned you out.
With every river run dry, a little tear in every eye.
In this dust bowl of the soul, in this eagle of the mind.
Was I too thirsty or, more, just a little too hungry?
I don't know.
During the drought, we lay around, we lounged about.
With every river run dry, a little fear in every eye.
Our only goal to lose control, we were eager to unwind.
Were we too thirsty for love, just a little too hungry?
I don't know.
Here come the clouds, they celebrate, oh hear the crowds.
And me, I just sigh when that liquid confetti falls from the sky.
No thunder rolls in my soul, no, never nothing of the kind.
I'd rather be thirsty or, more, just a little too hungry.
Yeah, it's so.
In this dust bowl of the soul, yeah, in this eagle of the mind.
Was I too thirsty or, more, just a little too hungry?
I don't know.
Yeah, I'm still waving goodbye.
I'm still waving goodbye.
I'm still waving... goodbye... goodbye... goodbye, yeah.
I wanted to make you happy, but you wanna be happenin'.
I wanna see you happy again.
I know I got over-friendly, you put me in a frenzy.
Wanna see you as my friend.
I said, you leavin' loaded, "You're better off on your lonesome,
hate to see you sink so low;
that little scene is sordid, those people are less than sorry."
Hate to say I told you so.
Wanna see you smilin', (smilin') wanna see you, I do.
Wanna see you smilin', (smilin', wanna see) wanna see you.
Wanna see you smilin', (smilin') wanna see you, I do.
Wanna see you (smilin') once again.
Gonna remind you - giving, forgiving, and all-forgetting,
I'm as good as you're gonna get.
Tell you a secret baby: Maybe you can't do better.
Gotta settle for second best.
Gonna see you happy, (happy) wanna see you, I do.
Gonna see you happy, (happy, gonna see) wanna see you.
Gonna see you happy, (happy) wanna see you, I do.
Gonna see you (happy) once again, yeah.
I'm gonna make you crazy, I'm good at craziness.
You're gonna make me crazy again. (get crazy)
We're gonna get over-friendly, I know I'm a little freaky.
Don't wanna see you as a friend.
Wanna see you smilin', (smilin') wanna see you, I do.
Wanna see you smilin', (smilin', wanna see) wanna see you.
Wanna see you smilin', (smilin') wanna see you, I do.
Wanna see you (smilin') once again, yeah.
Wanna see you as my friend.
Wanna see you happy again.
If sorry counts for anything, then you've got the high score.
'cause you've been and said it so many times, neither of which I can ignore.
If sorry counts for anything, then you've got the high score.
'cause you've been and said it so many times, neither of which I can ignore, yeah.
Am I in love with you? Am I afraid of you?
Yes on both counts, in equal amounts.
You might say, "Who's counting?" I am.
We're two of a kind, both of the same mind. Sorry.
In this circle jerk we call friends, it's a sick little do-si-do.
Are these friends of mine, or friends of yours? There's no single face I know, yeah.
Everything is like a game of drop your drawers.
I blame you as much as me, it's easy.
You might say, "Who's winning?" No one.
I ain't gonna stay, don't wanna play. Sorry.
And if barely breaks so many hearts, then I guess mine's beyond repair.
I feel broken down when you're around. We're a sick, broken, twisted pair, yeah.
Am I in love with you? Am I afraid of you?
Yes on both counts, in equal amounts.
You might say, "Who's counting?" I am.
We're two of a kind, both of the same mind. Sorry.
If sorry counts...
Sorry counts...
Sorry counts...
Don't wait for me, I'm already gone.
Got my hat in my hand, and the usual in the other.
I'll break away from you soon, maybe April, maybe June;
shucking you off like a wet suit, peeling myself away from you like skin from warm fruit.
Ah, these hand-tainted skies, these computer-generated birds.
The neon language of this age, the artifice of words.
We're kinda like a hologram walkin' thru the walkin' damned,
takin' our cues from the cold screen,
watchin' our blues go to red comin' up in bright green.
I'm glad I saw you here on this dying sphere.
I really wanna die, I swear I don't know why, know why.
We're well-rehearsed, hearse being the operative word.
If I go first, won't you drive the car?
No flags please, fluttering on the exhausted breeze.
I never been, I never been no man's country.
And I'm glad I saw you here, on this dying sphere.
I really gotta go. Loneliness needs to be alone, alone.
Now don't go hating me, I'm not that strong.
Ride me off with a smile. This smog bitten sunset calls.
And I'm glad I saw you here, on this dying sphere.
Loneliness needs...
Loneliness needs...
Loneliness needs...
Loneliness needs, baby, loneliness needs to be alone.
I'm stumbling blindly into you, like a cliche.
Crazy how affection fails, speaks this way.
Old bottle, new whine. I'm ashamed, I know this tune.
Self-inviting and worn like this maroon.
In this maroon, in this ruby burgundy, oh, I see.
Drowning in the dark blood of would-be brothers who,
beyond the pressing of fingers, those for whom
the slice is only the beginning, and a different kind
of light comes in, begs recognition and peace of mind.
In this maroon, in this ruby burgundy, oh, I see.
In this maroon, in this ruby burgundy, it's all clear to me now.
If I've had my great loves I say what's worth living for?
Gazing across at you now, I...
In this maroon, in this ruby burgundy, oh, I see.
In this maroon, in this ruby burgundy, it's all clear to me now.
In this...
My little wounded bird, no one here understands
why I'm drawn to you, this thing in me, why it demands.
My little wounded bird, I just can't let you be,
but I can't bring myself to put you out of misery.
My little wounded bird, ah, your fluttering heart.
It's no wonder sometimes I wanna tear you apart,
just to see where you're comin' from, my love,
to crush you in my hands just like a little wounded dove.
My little wounded bird, you're so fucked up,
and me I give a fuck about you.
Now, what happened to you? Say you used to fly around.
I've heard your little tale 'bout how they shot you down.
My little wounded bird, ah do you tell a lie?
I think you damage yourself, I think you wanna die.
My little wounded bird, I'm so fucked up.
You leaning into me I think I could shoulder the world.
And me, I give a fuck about you, you, you, you.
I almost forgot 'til I saw your face in that magazine.
Me so naive, not like now me, how you messed over me.
When I was stupid-cute, stupid-cute,
when I was stupid-cute, and you gave me the boot for another
cute-stupid, cute-stupid, for another
cute stupid, mm-hmm, like you did.
Projecting your heart's pornography on me.
Projecting your heart's pornography on me.
Why, I'm so glad come crash and burn I'm gonna be around
now your ship's come in, 'cause I'm so sure it's gonna run aground.
I was stupid-cute, stupid-cute,
I was stupid-cute when you gave me the boot for another
cute-stupid, cute-stupid, for another
cute stupid (oh, ho) like you did.
Projecting your heart's pornography on me.
Projecting your heart's pornography on me.
Of late I've these dreams: a red raygun, it's bang-bang in the head,
or I cut your throat, or you do it yourself, but I'm never me, instead
oh, I'm stupid-cute, stupid-cute,
yeah, I'm stupid-cute when you gave me the boot for another
cute-stupid, cute-stupid, for another
cute-stupid, mm-hmm, like you did.
Projecting your heart's pornography on me.
Projecting your heart's pornography on me.
Projecting your heart's pornography on me.
Projecting your heart's pornography on me.
Jive talkin', you're telling them lies.
Jive talkin', you wear a disguise.
Jive talkin', so misunderstood, yeah.
Jive talkin', you're really no good.
Oh, my child, you'll never know just what you mean to me.
Oh, my child, you got so much, you wanna take away my energy with all your
jive talkin', you telling them lies.
Good lovin', 'til it gets in my eyes.
Nobody believes what you say; it's all your
jive talkin' that gets in the way.
Oh, my love, you're so good, treating me so cruel.
There you go with your fancy lies, leaving me looking like a dumb drunk fool with all your
jive talkin', you're telling them lies.
Jive talkin', you wear a disguise.
Jive talkin', so misunderstood, yeah.
Jive talkin', you're really no good with all your
love talkin', it's all very fine.
Jive talkin' just isn't a crime. And if there's
somebody you love 'til you die, then all your
jive talkin' just gets in your eye.
Jive talkin', so misunderstood, yeah.
Jive talkin', you're really no good. And if there's
somebody you love 'til you die, then all your
jive talkin' just gets in your eye
Jive talkin'
Jive talkin' (yeah, yeah)
Jive talkin'
You're a needle in the arm of this jizz-blown junkie world.
Wanna be my favorite vice, me something like your B girl.
I say I don't approve of this union, no go.
My own preference is this solitary low;
I'm tempted, but not trusting, been tampered with. You say, "I got other kites to fly."
See ya.
Lonely, winter, I hear how up on the Great Divide,
cranked up like you do, you got killed in a bar fight.
I guess we all have regrets that we never outgrew.
Wanting everything, I got nothing, and no one noticed, not even I.
(I guess we all have regrets.)
Days go by, you know, and it's not my day.
Nights fly, but who wants to dream them anyway.
Days go by, you know, and it's not my day.
Nights fly, but who wants to dream them anyway.
I've this house, and my pride, and no one, when you could've been my guy.
Days go by, you know, and it's not my day.
Nights fly, but who wants to dream them anyway.
Days go by, you know, and it's not my day.
Nights fly, but who wants to dream them anyway.
Days go by, you know, and it's not my day.
Nights fly, but who wants to dream them anyway.
Days go by, you know, and it's not my day.
Nights fly, but who wants to dream them anyway.
Are your eyes green, or is it just envy?
I only like music when I'm stoned.
Are your lies pleased? We believe nothing
here in the Doubters Club 'til it's shown.
People will compliment you on your choices,
on what you buy, what you abuse, eerie voices,
on the accessorizing of your ego.
They'll never know, never know.
On Bourbon Street, in a fit of disclosure.
I only spill my secrets when I'm blown.
Is it this heat? See, I only seek closure.
I never loved my demons 'til I was grown.
You talk about where I'm at, who, where I've got to.
Like it's more than an escape, what I go through,
like there's ultimate dear destination.
Well, it could be you, it could be you.
Tell me, are your eyes green, or is it just envy?
I'll never really need you 'til I'm alone.
Are you this weak? Surely you're teasing.
I only like music when I'm stoned.
It's just the exaggeration of the moment.
This stuff forgets yourself, your dreams. Yeah, but don't it
go overemphasizing every emotion.
It scares me so, it scares me so.
Temples to the godless dust, furniture of blood and clay,
barely holding together.
You shake my liquid, you chip my teeth. Can't you hear the plates moving beneath our feet?
Grinding us together?
You really shake my liquid, you're grinding in the guts of my soul.
You really shake my liquid, my animal is out of control.
The hair at the base of your spine, neurons fire, my reptile unwinds.
Wish you were covered all over
in the corpus colossal, the echos start. The Mystical mud pulls us back to when,
before words like "lover."
And you really shake my liquid, you're grinding in the guts of my soul.
You really shake my liquid, my animal is out of control.
You really shake my liquid.
Temples to the godless dust, furniture of blood and clay,
barely holding together.
As I pry you open like a clam to get to your twisted little worthless pearl,
I forget to be clever.
And you really shake my liquid, you're grinding in the guts of my soul.
You really shake my liquid, my animal is out of control.
You really shake my liquid, you're grinding in the guts of my soul.
You really shake my liquid, my animal is out of control.
Temples to the godless dust.
Furniture of blood and clay.
You really shake my liquid.
You really shake my liquid.
You really shake my liquid.
You really shake my liquid.
You really shake my liquid.
The cachet of misery,
you're the bellows, you're the fire, low and smoldering.
Offer up that dark phoenix replete with metaphor.
They'll pluck that bird, they'll cook it up. You're sorrow's tasty whore.
Are you miserable?
Are your demons tangible?
Can we pet them and measure their wings?
Can we tie them down and question their sincerity?
The cachet of misery,
could you cop that pained expression once again for camera three?
Can you tortured, can you twisted? Bandages instead of cellophane?
Wrap it up, and get it out. Won't the critics rave about this pain?
And, can you cry on cue?
Do you look good in blue?
Will the people purge to this dirge,
will it dilate the public eye, this persecuted melody?
("It's great. The singer sounds like he's on the verge of committing suicide."
"Fabulous, it's so dark."
"It's gonna get great phones at CHR.")
The cachet of misery,
All flair and dying flame in the arena of luxury.
"This party is a scene," he says,
"Hey, what did it mean
when you smiled just now and said
mediocrity loves company, misery, life's mediocrity, loves company?"
(Lay down.)
We found a little peace up on the lake,
and languished in the sun, watched the summer sway.
We drank to forget our dreams, our futures' unbloom.
You said, "Don't too much fancy me. We both know I'm doomed."
"Suicide is on my side," you said,
"I don't know where I'm bound, but I'll look for you."
Nothing but blue sky and the occasional miracle.
Nights were always naked, and the moon was ever full.
I scratched my name upon your back with a razor blade,
crooked by the candlelight, prayed let it never fade.
"Suicide is on my side," you said,
"Whatever's in store for me, it's not for you, no"
"Suicide, my only bride," you bled,
"Where I'm lost you're found, you know it's true."
The note you left on a blue paper plate read
"Don't learn to hate," but I have, I did.
You were gonna escape into a trailer park and quietly disappear,
cradled by the blue collar charms of assembly lines and beer.
Seems you could float an hour out on the lake.
Hope you found your bitter peace, some worthy place.
Arms open wide, me I glide in dream.
Flying through these skies, I look for you, yeah.
And if suicide is on your side, I'm dead.
I'm not that far behind, I might see you soon.
Lyrics Reprinted Without Permission.
I hope no one minds.
Please use for private research and study only.
Any other use is on your head.
All songs music by Judybats / Lyrics by Jeff Heiskell
©1994 ReachAround Music BMI
Except "Jive Talkin'" written by Barry, Robin & Maurice Gibb,
published by Gibb Brothers Music BMI
Adapted from an excellent text file by Gary Adkins
who in turn credited Jen Sansbury and Paul Noe
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