Earwig
 
Cesspool
(John Strohm & Juliana Hatfield) 1989
 
They took it away, they won't put it back.
They made all the water turn to black.
Their deed is washed up on my shore.
It was better the way it was before.
Check out this place I used to go.
None of my children'll ever know.
Never know.
 
Something's wrong but it could be right.
It's not like the day turning into night.
I'll tell you about it, I'll take you there.
You think about it but you don't dare.
To act for what we all deserve,
All we need is a little nerve.
What a nerve !
 
They'd do almost anything
If the price was right enough.
Well I might do anything
To clean it up.
 
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They took it away, they're not gonna put it back.
They think they've got me in a trap.
But there's one thing I'm prepared to do
To make this cesspool as good as new.
I'll get my guns and go kill my friends.
We'll make some righteous amends.
Maybe we'll start a trend.
 
Take it ! This cesspool.
Make it ! Good as new.
Take it ! This cesspool.
Make it ! Good as new.
Take it ! This cesspool. ([...])
Make it ! Good as new. ([...])
Take it ! This cesspool. ([...])
Make it ! Good as new. ([...])
 
 
Dead And Gone
(John Strohm & Juliana Hatfield) 1989
 
It was geting cold
And I felt like I was drifting away.
 
So I pulled the wool over my eyes it was heavy and warm
And when you acted like this [...] how it's supposed to be
I really let it cover me !...
 
But soon as you're dead and gone I'll see
What wasn't always clear to me.
I will be free to bury you.
 
I woke up early and I looked into the sunny expanse of the sky
Then I took one look at you and I knew that it was time for something to die !
 
I'm giving back the sugar that you offered up
It covers up the ache and the cavity
But it's not enough.
 
Soon as you're dead and gone I'll see
What wasn't always pretty, me
I will be free to bury you forever.
 
 
Glad that you're dead and gone, I'll take back
All that I always thought I knew
Would be the best things I can give away.
 
 
Grateful
(Juliana Hatfield) 1989
 
Somebody gave me this song, I just supplied the links.
I don't like to sit too long for fear that I might sink.
I don't like to fly too far for fear that I might fall.
Why can't I be steady ? Is there no middle ground at all ?
 
All all... All all...
 
I need too much sleep, The days are always hazy.
Maybe I'll wake up some day or maybe I'll get crazy.
Don't complain, you have it all. All there is is this.
Don't ever blink, just think of what you might miss.
Miss... Miss...
 
I have to go vomit now but my mother isn't calling.
I don't like cliffs or roofs, I'm scared of jumping and falling.
Yesterday was years ago, I don't remember when I grew.
It might stop today so can I spend the time with you ?
 
You... You...
You... You...
 
When I die, will I get to see everyone crying over me ?
 
When I die, will I get to see everyone crying over me ?
 
Ooh...
When I die, will I get to see everyone crying over me?
 
 
You Don't Give Up
(Juliana Hatfield) 1989
 
There you go again as soon as the going gets tough.
Are you finding that a diet of fluff won't fill you up ?
 
That's a nice line, from where did you lift it ?
You talk like heaven, you're amazingly gifted.
Show me a reason why your promises fall through.
Your kisses were okay but you stole them too.
 
You don't give up. You're a loser disguised.
You voice your concern but it's a pack of lies !
You don't really care, don't say that you do.
Save your breath for when you tell the truth.
 
You draw 'em all in and then you turn around and throw 'em away.
Better watch out for all of them who misconstrued your little games.
 
You don't give up. You're a fool who really tries
To make innocent people think you're some kind of prize.
You don't really care, don't try to tell me you do.
Save your spit for when you shine my shoes !...
 
 
Your Way Or The Highway
(Juliana Hatfield) 1989
 
Well, you can look down your nose and tell me I'm no good.
But I'm just doing all I can like I know I should.
Every time I stand, you tell me I should sit.
All the things that I try on never seem to fit.
 
It's your way or the highway, either way you win
I'm about to give up hope for you, you can't come in.
 
You open your mouth and make a fist before you know the facts.
Maybe you should see your face or look between the cracks.
You think I will respond when you tell me what to do.
I wish we weren't connected 'cause I'd get along great without you.
 
It's your way or the highway, either way you're right...
Everything I do is wrong like sunbathing in the night.
 
 
It's your way or the highway, either way you win.
I'm about to give up hope for you. You can't come in.
It's your way or the high, either way you're right.
I'll never be able to please you. You won't even let me fight.
 
Hoo !...
 
 
Rain (a.k.a. Better 'n You)
(John Strohm)
 
You're lost beneath the sea
And you didn't wait for me.
You left me here, left me hanging on.
 
When I knew you'd drowned,
Did you think I'd wait around ?
When I woke up, you were already gone.
 
You could waste your life feeling lonely
Or you could waste your life feeling pain.
When you carry the weight of one too many yesterdays,
You won't know to come in from the rain.
 
 
You dug in your own grave.
You've no life left to save.
You're always saying, saying you can't go on.
 
Well, I've been beneath the sea
And I couldn't hardly see.
And I woke up. You were already gone.
 
I've wasted time feeling lonely.
I've wasted half my life feeling pain.
But at least I feel the weight upon my shoulder.
At least I know to come in from the rain.
At least I know to come in from the rain.
You won't know to come in from the rain.
 
 
Lament
(John Strohm & Juliana Hatfield) 1989
 
You told me all about you
Without ever saying a word.
Every time you opened your mouth,
It was my voice that I heard.
 
At least that's what I thought,
Or maybe I'm just lonely
Believing every minute of every day
That you're the very only.
 
You led me on 'cause all your songs were stuck on to my heart.
Why don't you finish what you start ?
 
People wishing I'd come back,
I don't wanna change like that.
People crying for old days,
I don't wanna change that way.
 
Before you had to sing your songs,
There was nothing else you could do.
Well, I know all about it
'cause I do it too.
 
I waited and waited and waited and waited
For you to return again,
And when you finally resurfaced,
It was like I'd lost my best friend.
 
You led me on 'cause all your songs were really dear to me. Oh !...
I wish your words were still clear to me.
 
People wishing I'd come back,
I don't wanna change like that.
People crying for old days,
I don't wanna change that way, no.
 
It's a fact and I can't fight it,
It will always be unrequited.
If I had a bullet, I would bite it.
 
If you didn't mean it, why'd you write it ?
It will always be unrequited.
If I had a bullet, I would bite it !
 
You can't come back that many times,
There's no such thing as a dull roar.
I promise I'll never make you wish
It was like it was before.
 
I'll stop it before it gets like that,
It doesn't matter how.
You'll only have good memories.
The only time is now.
 
People wishing I'd come back,
I don't wanna change like that.
People crying for old days,
I don't wanna change that way.
 
People wishing I'd come back,
I don't wanna do that.
People crying for old days,
I don't wanna change that way.
 
 
Alright
(Juliana Hatfield) 1989
 
How is it on the inside ? They say you can't see the sun.
Do they lock all the doors at night ? Did they take away your farm ?
Do they stare at you ? Do they make you talk ? Do they watch you every hour ?
Wish I could hold you up but I don't have the power.
 
Will you really be alright ?...
Promise me you'll sleep tonight...
Get back up off the ground,
Stop falling down.
 
They're slowly sucking from your bloodstream day by day.
Your eyes are tired and I don't like to look at you that way.
Bodies are walking back and forth. You can hear them moan.
Wish I could give you hope but I can't do it alone.
 
Will you really be alright ?...
Promise me you'll sleep tonight...
Get back up off the ground,
Stop falling down.
 
 
Will you really be alright ?
Maybe you'll come home tonight !...
Get yourself up off the ground !
Stop falling down.
 
 
Loose [originally performed by The Stooges]
(The Stooges)
 
I took a ride with pretty music,
I went down and baby you can tell, uh huh...
I took a ride with pretty music,
Now I'm born to you straight from hell.
 
I'll stick it deep inside...
I'll stick it deep inside...
'Cause I'm loose !
 
I feel fine to be dancing baby,
I feel fine, I'm gonna shake a leaf, wooh !
Ah, real fine to be dancin' baby,
'Cause it's love, yeah I do believe !
 
I'll stick it deep inside...
I'll stick it deep inside...
'Cause I'm loose !
 
 
I took a ride ! (with pretty music baby,)
I went down ! (and baby you can tell,)
I took a ride ! (with pretty music baby !!)
And now I'm born ! (to you straight from hell.)
 
And I'll stick it
Deep inside,
And I'll stick it !!...
Huh !
'Cause I'm loose !
'Cause I'm loose !
'Cause I'm loose.
 
 
Take Your Head Off My Shoulder
(John Strohm & Juliana Hatfield) 1989
 
How many times does it take to know ?
How many inches will your nose grow ?
How many girls will you pull in tow ?
How many minutes until you go ?
 
Take your head off my shoulder,
I'm asking you to.
I'm tired of all your charm,
I'm tired of waiting on you.
 
Yea, you're a pretty and a fascinating boy
But friends are people, they're not toys.
I'll take my pencil and I'll render you void.
All my tears are gonna come from joy.
 
Take your head off my shoulder,
I'm asking you nicely.
I'm tired of all your charms,
I'm tired of waiting for you.
 
I know a liar, his name is Cupid,
I may be dumb but I'm not stupid.
 
 
From Here To Burma
(John Strohm & Juliana Hatfield) 1989
 
Thick as a wooden block, white-walled tire.
Thin as a blade of glass, pointed spire.
 
From here to Burma,
The time it takes to get to you.
From here to Burma,
How far it is from me to you.
 
Black as three A.M., chocolate swirl.
White as milk and snow, mother-of-pearl.
 
From here to Burma,
The time it takes to get to you.
From here to Burma,
How far it is from me to you.
 
 
Don't Suck My Breath
(Juliana Hatfield) 1989
 
Bless my soul, what's wrong with me ?
Everybody hates me.
Take me with a grain of salt,
Everything bad will be my fault.
Angel bright, life and death.
Get off the world, don't suck my breath.
Don't suck my breath.
 
Cloud of doom on my head !
Land on someone else instead.
Your voice is all around.
 
Come on inside !
Come for a ride !
Do you wanna die ?
 
No matter, no form. I can't grab on
To me or you or anyone.
I wanna float back to my friends,
I wanna come back home again.
Angel bright, life and death.
Why don't you get off the world ?
 
Come on inside !
Come for a ride !
Do you wanna die ?
 
 
Come on inside !
Come for a ride !
Do you wanna die ?
Ooh !...
 
Come on inside !
Come for a ride !!
Do you wanna die ?
 
 
Outta My Head
(Juliana Hatfield) 1989
 
It's my island. Get off.
It's where I'll live.
I'll shake your face off my mind.
There'll be no trace of your kind.
 
I'll put it outta my head, it's all I can do.
Nothing ever happens. Where are you?
I'll try not to think. Today's a new day.
I'll waste my time some other way.
 
I had a feeling or so I thought.
What seems true is often not.
I'll take my body and go away
And if I want to, I can stay.
I can stay.
 
I'll put it outta my head, it's all I can do.
Nothing ever happened. Who are you ?
I'll try not to think. Today's a new day.
I'll waste my time some other way.
 
I'll put it outta my head, it's all I can do.
Nothing ever happened. Where are you ?
I'll try not to think. Today's a new day.
I'll waste my time some other way.
 
 
Steamie Gregg
(Juliana Hatfield) 1989
 
Oh, you like so fine in your shaven head.
Not a hair-do but a hat instead.
 
Your shadow dances on that T.V.
Like no one did before.
You never look into the camera at me.
You're hiding something for sure.
Ooh... Steamie Gregg... Steamie Gregg... Steamie Gregg !...
 
Do you dream about me like I think about you ?
You know we will meet someday.
You like me a lot and I'll move to your town.
We'll live happily forever that way.
Ooh... Steamie Gregg... Steamie Gregg... Steamie Gregg !...
 
Pa-la-la-pa-pa... Pa-la-la-pa-pa...
Pa-la-la-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa...
Pa-la-la-pa-pa... Pa-la-la-pa-pa...
Pa-la-la-pa-pa-pa-pa...
 
Laugh a little and sing some more.
Your sparkling eyes are only yours.
 
 
Not Just A Wish
(Juliana Hatfield) 1989
 
Not just a wish but a place to go
And it's not [...]
Ooh...
Ooh ooh...
 
Not just a wish but a place to play
At the end of every working day
Ooh...
Ooh ooh...
 
Not just a wish but a place to fly in
And a chance that [something there] is mine...
 
Not just a wish but I'll show you ahead
[...]
 
Not just a wish but some legs like mine,
[...]
 
Not just a wish but ...
[...]
Ooh...
Ooh ooh...
Ooh...
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