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What's this, what's this, am I happy or something
Oh shit, oh shit, am I happy or something Is it you, Is it me, is it us, is it "we" Uh oh! But yeah, but, no, but ? how'd this happen? I'm all red and she's of a fashion Is it you is it me is it us is it "we" Uh oh! Take you out anywhere Tie you to the kitchen chair Either's good Funny that I seem to care Usually I'm running scared And I would, but it's all too good I smile away as she moves her stuff in My eyes all doe and I'm calling her muffin Is it you is it me is it us is it we Uh oh! Rise and shine, she's right there with me On my mind be it clean or filthy Is it you is it me is it us is it we Uh oh! Take you out anywhere Tie you to the kitchen chair Either's good Funny that I seem to care Usually I'm running scared And I would, but it's all too good And the voices in my head come now Saying this'll never work, get out And the voices in my head are loud Saying this'll never work get out I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT! Take you out anywhere Tie you to the kitchen chair Either's good Funny that I seem to care Usually I'm running scared And I would, but it's all too good |
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Not an easy place to be
In my arms, In my arms Not a simple space to feel free In my arms, in my arms Keep it on the recent Keep it on the now Give me an easy way out It's a lonely world that I got In my arms, In my arms Not a lot of room to get lost In my arms, in my arms Keep it on the recent Keep it on the now Give me an easy way out Keep it on the recent Keep it on the now Give me an easy way out Not an easy place to be In my arms, in my arms Not much to feel from me In my arms, in my arms In my arms |
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The safe lie of the in between
I never lose but never win I wait at the edge of life I want to miss what might surprise It's hard to know where to go from here Hard to know where to go Time is a waste of me I'm up at noon for nothing real but I know That I'm wasting it It comes on once there's no repeat It's hard to know where to go from here Hard to know where to go Turn away, it's what I chose today Turn away, is not the same as I give in It's hard to know where to go from here Hard to know where to go It's hard to know where to go from here It's hard to know where to go |
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I'm minutes away, I'm taking the next train
Don't know what I was thinking I'm bringing you flowers, I'm making it up to you Don't know what I was thinking I figured it out, I need you Don't know why I didn't know it then I got it all wrong, I miss you Don't know what I was thinking When it's going along, When it's something beginning That's when I feel I have to end it Oh but I was a fool, I was listening to everything Except for what my heart was saying I figured it out, I need you Don't know why I didn't know it then I got it all wrong, I miss you Don't know what I was thinking I know what I said, it's over But I know what I want now, It's you, it's you, it's you I figured it out, I need you Don't know why I didn't know it then I got it all wrong, I miss you Don't know what I was thinking Don't know what I was thinking Don't know what I was thinking |
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I been drinking so much I can't sing straight
Better hope that it's not too late To save the only thing that I've ever had It was here in my own two hands Maybe it's good, maybe it's fine, Maybe I'll learn to walk the line It's been a very short run I must object You're not really gonna take it away just yet I need ten more years to get to good I just did what I thought I could (get away with) Maybe it's good, maybe it's fine, Maybe I'll learn to walk the line I was an ugly kid with an ugly name Never had much of a wild side to tame But I grew up pretty and tall and fine I just wanted to have my time (have some fun) Maybe it's good, maybe it's fine, Maybe I'll learn to walk the line Give me one more chance to get things right I wanna put it back the way it was overnight But a change of ways seems a bit too much I don't really want to change my life a such Maybe it's good, maybe it's fine, Maybe I'll learn to walk the line Maybe it's fine, maybe it's good, Maybe it'd message understood Maybe it's good, maybe it's fine, Maybe I'll learn to walk the line |
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Jonathan lives all on his own
He can't have distraction in the home He stays locked in most days and nights Trying to create while the neighbours fight He says, I don't have any inspiration And my subject matter lacks invention Jonathan's writing a book you see It's gonna be a masterpiece, a feat He doesn't have a title or a plot But he knows what's good and he knows what's Not He says, I don't have any inspiration And my subject matter lacks invention If I only had an opening line Well I'm sure the rest would turn out fine He's planning on at least a thousand pages It has to be a story for the ages But from War & Peace to How To Cook There's not much left for Jonathan's Book He says, I don't have any inspiration And my subject matter lacks invention If I only had an opening line Well I'm sure the rest would turn out fine |
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One of these days when things get bad
I will take you by the hand And I will kiss the pain away And I will make it all ok One of these days One of these nights when you get scared Be sure I will be there By your side, in the dark I will turn your fear to calm One of these days No one's ever going to hurt you Don't I wish that could be true But no one's ever gonna love you like I do Oh like I do Through the years love will grow And I'll be scared to let you go Out of sight but in my mind You are there all the time One of these days No one's ever going to hurt you Oh I wish that could be true But no one's ever gonna love you like I do And I know that's true |
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The morning is bright as Rapper's Delight
Floats up to my room from the street And who would disturb my slumbering world With this late '70's beat I'm taking my aim from this window pane Then I'm turning the gun on myself The Upper West Side is supposed to be quiet, It's supposed to be wealthy and dull So how to explain this thundering pain that's Pushing it's way through my skull I'm taking a leave of my senses, Wee Hee! Then I'm turning the gun on myself New York is loud, it's wonderfully loud. I wouldn't live anywhere else But I need my rest to be at my best, Away from the high decibels I'm losing my will, I'm shooting to kill, Then I'm turning the gun on myself I'm losing my will and I'm shooting to kill, Then I'm turning the gun on myself |
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