Lyrics: …Finally

You Will

It’s never winter here
We just wait for it to rain
There’s a lever in a locked house
To make Lagunita drain

Invisible ray in the palm of my hand
I point at the things I wish to command

Have you been faxed at the beach?
You will – and you will not be scared
Have you felt our awesome reach?
You will – and you will not be scared

We’re viciously polite
There’s just no end to our means
Always thinking bout the next meal
Down and out in limousines

Have you not felt incomplete?
You will – and you will not be scared
Have you worshipped at our feet?
You will – and you will not be scared

We’re very whimsical
So our pond is named Lake Lake
It’s both the best that we could do
And as real as we can take

Invisible ray in the palm of my hand
I point at the things I wish to command
Controlling machines I don’t understand

Have you ever wanted this?
You will – and you will not be scared
Have you ever known such bliss?
You will – and you will not be scared

Seen our logo on the moon?
You will – and will you not be thrilled?
Tried to unpop a balloon?
You will – and if we say you will, you will

Weak

I guess we should be getting back
Do you think that they’re keeping track?
I’ll probably blow this if I speak
But here I go, you know

I’m so weak, I’m so weak
I’m so weak, the world is for the meek
I’m lying in the grass, the world can kick my ass
I’m so weak

This is not a respected trait
But I expect it could be great
Someone just left this stuff behind
Let’s keep looking, never mind

I’m so weak, I’m so weak
I’m so weak, the world is for the meek
I’m lying in the grass, the world can kick my ass
I’m so weak

I don’t care if you don’t mind
Rub my face just like you’re blind
How do you look, let me light a match
How you gonna explain that scratch?

I’m so weak, I’m so weak
I’m so weak, the world is for the meek
I’m lying in the grass, the world can kick my ass
I’m so weak, I’m so weak
I’m so weak, the world is for the meek
Hate me for succumbing, you’re simply too becoming
I’m so weak, I’m so weak
The world is for the meek, lay my share right at my feet
I’m lying in the grass, the world can kick my ass
I’m so weak

Poison Your Mind

Stumbling, fucked up and alone
Stupid, you answered the phone
Hello, I want to poison your mind

Upstairs, your aunt is insane
Who cares, she never complains
Oh, no, I want to poison your mind

And you know I even scare myself
Sometimes, sometimes
But that kind of thing can’t be helped
Sometimes, sometimes

Pressing all the spots that make you scream
Till I’m popping up inside your dreams
Baby, I want to poison your mind

Tell you stuff you didn’t know you knew
Make you want to make me want you, too
Lady, I want to poison your mind

And you know I even scare myself
Sometimes, sometimes
But that kind of thing can’t be helped
Sometimes, sometimes

Hold my hand if you can soon we start to mutate
I’m absurd, you’re disturbed, now everything is great
This is great

Wipe out, select memories
Give you a brand new disease
Darling, I want to poison your mind

Mrs. Now

Sitting on my couch
Trying to decide what’s appropriate
It’s kind of strange
Don’t worry bout me I can cope with it

Did I sit too close?
Please don’t get the wrong idea
Still, it beats the phone
It’s just so good to have you here

We’ll just be friends
We never, ever kept that vow
That was then, you’re Mrs. now
We’ll just pretend
Nothing happened, anyhow
That was then, you’re Mrs. Now

Me, I’m doing fine
Did I tell you I like your hair like this?
There was a time . . .
Well, it’s better not to reminisce

You call that a kiss?
You treat me like I’m your brother
Yes, he’s very nice
Wish we just despised each other

The Kids Don’t Understand

Well they flash
Those half-knowing smiles
As they pass
Heroic profiles
Like they’re in some book by Ayn Rand
Always working, always tanned
So satisfied but the kids don’t understand

You kiss her
Don’t even love you
It’s a blur
She’s getting on top of you
Sometimes you see stuff nobody planned
Stick your head back in the sand
Oh, don’t worry cause the kids don’t understand

Stuck your hands in the wet cement
In the soft spot of my skull

Well it stings
Lick your wounds if I could
No such thing
As a normal childhood
Give ‘em paper, scissors and crayons
Give all those concerned a big hand
Maybe they deserve it, but the kids don’t understand

Stuck your hands in the wet cement
in the soft spot of my skull

We’re not dumb
Even if you spell it
We catch on
Don’t have to yell it
I see her flinch, when you raise your hand
There’s not too much that the kids don’t understand

Different Galaxies

The universe is expanding
It’s flying apart at the speed of light
It’s way beyond all understanding
At least it’s way beyond mine tonight

We live on the skin of a bubble
It stretches and grows like a toy balloon
And I think that’s the source of my trouble
Been light years apart since this afternoon

Lost in space, look how we’re dressed
It’s obvious we’re powerless
Don’t blame yourself, don’t get depressed
Different galaxies, the same address

Stars burn and then die in the silence
Whenever we speak on the telephone
I casually observe the violence
I quietly ask what time you’ll be home

I’m getting a good education
Know more than I want about entropy
The black holes in our conversation
Are multiplying exponentially

I Believe in Something

Swimming neath the continents
Swirling through the sky
Is everything I don’t know yet
And still won’t when I die

For I am just a little thing
Astounded by everything
The wet grass beneath my feet
The tall towers of concrete

If I was God, no one would doubt it
We wouldn’t need church to get
The mystery that we once knew
The something we forget

I believe I’m a totally modern boy
But turn out the light, and I believe in something
Don’t anna be some evil giant’s toy
When it’s late at night, I believe in something

My friend had his death foretold
When he was twenty-six years old
I say the right things they’re no help
His body slowly eats itself

If I was God, no one would doubt it
No one would suspect
That there was nothing I could do
With my greater intellect

I believe in these tiny little pills — I believe in something
Mystic words on the backs of dollar bills — I believe in something

I’m swimming neath the continents
I’m swirling through the air
Can’t see the bones beneath my skin
But I know that they’re there

I believe that my little heart’s diseased — I believe in something
I’d like to think there are people just like me — I believe in something
I believe what they taught me in grade school
History is made by handsome dudes
I believe everything on television
Twelve step programs are the new religion
Gideon bibles make good rolling papers
The just prevail sooner or later
I believe I will live forever
I believe it all
I swear to whatever

How To Be Happy

I’ve got the tiniest bedroom
It’s gigantic without you
La la la la la la la la
Is yours too big too?

In your dreams everything’s important
Till you wake up the next day
Can’t remember what the big deal was
Try to live my whole life that way

I’ve learned how to stay
Now I’m learning not to care
Asleep half the day
Now I’m learning not to care
Never leave this bed of mine
Other beds just can’t compare
Learning how to be happy
And learning not to care

La la la la la la la la
Hung a big map on the wall
And I’ve stuck on these gold stars
Everywhere I’ve been before

Got a star in Paris, France
Got a star in Hollywood
You get to name your own star
If your telescope is good

I’ve learned how to stay
Now I’m learning not to care
Asleep half the day
Now I’m learning not to care
Other folks as far away
As the stars at which I stare
Learning how to be happy
And learning not to care

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
Now my life is like a montage sequence
Only feel one way always

I’ve got the tiniest bedroom
It’s gigantic without you
Do they have bedrooms where you are?
La la la la la la

Half Life

There is no space
For what you need to know
On the forms that I must fill out
I’m happiest alone
I’m miserable that way
All this stuff just wants to spill out

I take pleasure in the simple things
I love my headphones and my wedding ring

Are you talking to me now or reading from a script?
What’s that supposed to mean you say you anna be yourself?
I don’t think you even know just who the hell that is
You spend half your life pretending you’re like everybody else
Like everybody else

I tell the same joke
Many different ways
But you never seem to get it
You’re jerking off
To catalogs
Don’t you feel a bit pathetic?

You spend half your life remembering your life when you were young
And half your life dreaming how much better life could get
Every time you make a choice, hey, half your life is gone
All you got’s a few big dreams divided into many small regrets
Like everybody else

Never take any pictures
Just try to remember
All I remember is trying
Here’s a story I like
I think it happened to me
I don’t even know if I’m lying

I’m Your Wallet

I’m your wallet
Once upon a time I was your pal
Yeah, I’m your wallet
That’s ok because you’re my gal

Buried inside of me
Is a picture of the way we used to be
Keep me in your pocket
Melt me like a piece of chocolate

I’m your wallet
A joke you made
I’m your wallet
Believe me baby it’s a fair trade

I climbed the ladder
Till I made it to the last rung
Waiting at the top
Was the bottom of the next one

Buried inside of me
Is a picture of the way we used to be
In the back out of view
Is some change I kept from you

Buried inside of me
Is a picture of the way we used to be
You’re looking kind of bored
I guess I never noticed that before

Skyline

Stupid skyline, nothing new
Lazy people ignoring the view
Blinking red lights on top of you
So no planes will crash into

The stupid skyline I call home
Wandering these streets alone
Looking for a telephone
So I can call someplace my own

Left these words on your machine
And you asked me what they mean
And you asked me where I’d been
I muttered something bout the space between

The stupid skyline and what it represents
The empty dreams of it’s aspirants
Nobody owes anybody rent
Everybody is an accident

All the soldiers planting land mines
All the rich folks drinking fine wines
Crazy columnists with their precious by-lines
Rhapsodizing bout the stupid skyline

Underneath A Jersey Sky

You’re no Uma Thurman
Then I’m no movie star
Neither of us is strong
We can still split a car

We will never be famous
And we’ll never have kids
And even we won’t remember
Half the shit that we did

Like when I planted one on ya
Before your lips got loose
And I thought I heard booing
But they were just yelling “Bruce”

You sounded like you gave up
When you let out that sigh
But it still turned me on
Underneath a Jersey sky

I was born and I will die
Underneath a Jersey sky

Now we’ve got our own house
It’s even got a backyard
We can toss round a Frisbee
If we don’t toss too hard

I figure someone somewhere
Got my piece of the pie
And he wouldn’t be caught dead
Underneath a Jersey sky

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