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LIZ PHAIR lyrics - Whip-Smart

Jealousy

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He's got a million dollar car He's got a thirty-seven year old guitar He's got a family who deals heroin You're on the edge of your chair And you feel it He's looking at you, he's laughing at you It's happening I can't, I can't believe it But it's here on the pages I'm reading It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy Jealousy I know it's just a drawer of photographs They're ex-girlfriends, I try to remember that I don't wanna look, but I'm already hooked on jealousy Jealousy I can't believe you had a life before me I can't believe they let you run around free Just putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea What a good idea Standing on the corner watching the ladies pass by Imagining me behind your eyes And what did I see? I saw hips, I saw thighs I saw secret positions that we never try I saw jealousy I saw jealousy I can't, I can't believe it But it's here in this place and I see it It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy Jealousy Standing on the mudflats watching the salmon fly Wonder if I'll ever bury the hatchet inside Imagining me behind your eyes And what did I see? I saw hips, I saw thighs I saw secret positions that we never try I saw jealousy I saw jealousy I can't believe you had a life before me I can't believe they let you run around free Just putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea What a good idea

Are The Good Times Really Over

WYNONNA JUDD "Sing: Chapter 1"
I wish a buck was still silver It was back when the country was strong Back before elvis, before veitnam war came along Before the beatles and yesterday When a man could still worked still would Best of the free life behind us now And are the good times really over for good Are we rolling down hill like a snowball headed for hell With no kinda chance for the flag or the liberty bell Wish a ford and a chevy Would still last ten years like they should Is the best of the free life behind us know And are the good times really over for good I wish coke was still cola And a joint was a bad place to be It was back before nixon lied to us all on tv Before microwave ovens When a girl still cooked and still would Is the best of the free life behind us know And are the good times really over for good Are we rolling down hill like a snowball headed for hell With no kinda chance for the flag or the liberty bell Wish a ford and a chevy Would still last ten years like they should Is the best of the free life behind us know And are the good times really over for good Stop rolling down hill like a snowball headed for hell Stand up for the flag and let's all ring the liberty bell Let's make a ford and a chevy That would still last ten years like they should But the best of the free is still yet to come And the good times ain't over for good

I Cant Believe My Eyes

Russell Hitchcock
(Jon Lind/John Bettis) I've dance alone a thousand times To songs that no one else could even hear I've reached into the flame of love I couldn't hold it And it disappeared I've lived to learn to hate the blues I've lived with ev'rything but you I can't believe my eyes I see you here Lookin' just the way you should Ooh So good, it's too good to be true I lived my life To be lyin' here with you ooh I can't believe my eyes I've felt the empty hands of time As they were stealin' all my life away I've heard the silence here inside Waiting for words that lovers Could not say You turn a little into stone With ev'ry night you spend alone I can't believe my eyes I see you here Lookin' just the way you should Ooh So good, it's too good to be true I lived my life To be lyin' here with you Ooh Still, when I see you lyin' here I can't believe my eyes ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Toxic Shock

Mortification "Primitive Rhythm Machine"
[Verse 1] Over indulgence in substance you require To settle down, to feel sane, the his is in your mind Veins pumping, eyes lost, hideous life of pain It hates you now, the joy is gone, death crime insane. [CHORUS] Drug free body, you must deceide Drug free body, beware! The toxic shock. [Verse 2] A life of compulsion, excessive in every way No moderation, more sensation, feelings inside your brain Young bodies may take it, but age will tell the toll Satans plan to kill you young, possession growing strong. [CHORUS] [BRIDGE] Pain, fear, despair Hope, it is the other way of life, you can be saved from the toxic shock, from the pain inside From a mind of loss, see the cross [Verse 3] Back street hangout, in drains you do await Body shacking, heart is racing, frantic for you man More suffering, excessive, ways have killed your mind You will crawl the gutters of filth to fix your pain [CHORUS] [Verse 4] Many will testify, that through the power of God All is broken, all is clean, God can heal your mind. Drug free, it can be your way Simply see that it is done, Christ is there to save. [CHORUS]

Secret Language Of Trees

Rickie Lee Jones "The Evening Of My Best Day"
Now the birds speak in secret rhythms And the trees bark in secret sounds And the people rush in secret thought And they push the thoughts into the shape of words And sometimes someone among us Sticks her head into the Shiny phosphorus blue vat Of language And listens, like a skeleton To the pulsing of life within, And she tells us Of secret rattling angles To watch for and to reach into With strange oceans And deafening skies That can be mapped and measured Only by sounds And never by meanings And once we can tell where we are Using the nearest star As it relates to the ragged water (a map of voices) Then we can plant our feet into the good ground And go to the rodeo And answer the plum colored hawk And sing to the river In good faith God presses his mouth around our head He breaths out He breathes in And we are resuscitated in the goofy atmosphere of god Where there are highways and bowling And tattooed by the sun A circus Made by the prayer of breathing and living hope And barbed eyes Where coyotes hang [Page 2] And cowboys hammer Posts and branches To keep us inside As much as keep someone out And the prayer that is And it is answered with a breathe Gods lips against our own We breath in We breath out He breaths out And sigh Alive again The unexpected Discovery Of a b-side Of life (A map of voices) A warning to others who would come this way An animal who has seen things A horn twisted into shapes Understood by strangers Recognized by demons An invitation in the secret language of trees Sung in wild shapes By a child

Voyeur

ELTON JOHN "The Diving Board"
I'm looking, I'm looking back I'm trying to imagine this and that The simple mathematics making up the map Insurance of protection from immediate collapse I'm watching, I'm watching you A voyeur from a different point of view The solitary eyes that I've been looking through Committed to connecting the old ways to the new And I see things Through a curtain blowing back against the rain Through the crack in a door that heaves with pain And through every gap that gives away Some secret in the dark I'll come away with something To keep you in my heart I'm searching, I'm setting out To prove without a shadow of a doubt The age-old contradiction that's hovering about A whisper in the darkness Holds more truth than a shout I'm waiting, I'm waiting for Telltale footsteps on the bedroom floor A broken hearted lover simply looking for Relief that's temporary from her dirty little war And I see things From the ceilings of a hundred hotel rooms From a satellite that's bouncing off the moon And from every telescope That's focused in on someplace dark I'll come away with something to keep you in my heart Yes I see things From the highest branch that looks directly in Through a hawk's eyes gliding silent on the wind And in every secret rendezvous where illicit lovers park I'll come away with something to keep you in my heart Voyeur [x3]

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