Sunburn
 
I'm Not Your Mother
(Juliana Hatfield) 1990 Drip Music, BMI
 
People think you're tough,
but you only pretend to be.
A real man would live alone
and feel no pain, like me.
 
When your baby said she was leaving
you slapped yourself in the face.
You clung to her and cried
and cracked all over the place.
 
Because you're a weakling.
You're a suckling lamb.
You're not so tough.
You're just a man.
 
I was only talking when I said to you
whatever it was I said.
I didn't mean anything.
Just put it out of your head.
 
Now you look to me like I'm ready to give
but I only just wanted to play.
You're trying to cop a feeling
while I'm trying to get away.
 
You're a big guy, but you're cut down to size
when you're left all by yourself.
Well I'm not paid to babysit
and don't ask me to help.
 
Let go of me and fall
into the arms of another
I'm the wrong girl for you.
I'm not your mother.
 
I'm an island. I'm a rock.
My head's an emtpy mental block.
You can't get lovin' from a stone.
I ain't no goddam foster home.
 
You're a weakling.
You're a suckling lamb.
You're not so tough.
You're just a man.
 
You're a weak thing.
Just a little lamb.
You're not so tough.
You're just like a woman.
 
Anything you can do I can do better
Girls will do it all without the aid of a mother.
Anything you can do I can do better
Girls will do it all without the aid of a mother.
Anythign you can do I can do do.
I'm not your mother. I'm not your mother.
 
 
Out There
(Juliana Hatfield & John Strohm) 1990 Drip Music, BMI
 
You drive around aimlessly.
Don't know what you hope to see.
You know it's stupid.
 
I see you when I pass you by.
I'm afraid to meet your eye.
I know it's stupid.
 
You have a voice, you have a phone,
but you're usually alone.
You know it's stupid.
 
I have a body and a brain,
but I turn them off again and again.
I know it's stupid.
 
There's nothin' to do.
It's so hard to talk to you.
And people never do what they want to.
I don't know what and I don't know where.
But I know it's out there.
It must be out there somewhere.
 
I'm gonna leave this place.
I'm gonna leave this life of waste.
I'm gonna put on a new face.
 
Where was I before ?
I'm not there anymore.
Went away and tried to come back.
Maybe I shouldn't have done that.
 
There's nothin' to do.
It's so hard to talk to you.
And people never do what they want to.
I don't know what and I don't know where.
 
But I know it's out there.
It must be out there somewhere.
 
There's nothin' to do.
It's so hard to talk to you.
And people never do what they want to.
I don't know what and I don't know where.
There's nothing out there.
It's not out there anywhere.
 
I'm gonna leave this town.
Gonna leave it like I fount it.
Gonna turn myself around.
 
 
Star
(Juliana Hatfield & John Strohm) 1990 Drip Music, BMI
 
Your ring me up and you bring me down.
I never know if you'll come around.
I like the salty taste in my mouth.
Ten minutes on the lips, ten days without.
 
If I were a star, Would you look at me
When you're lying there in the dark ?
If I called on you from far away,
Would you say the things I want you to say ?
What would you say if I shined at night ?
If everyone wanted a piece of my life ?
Would you say the name ?, Would you finally be
The guy who can't get enough of me ?
 
If I were a star, Would you think of me
When you're lying there in the dark ?
If I called on you from far away,
Would you say the things I want you to say ?
Just think of what I could be
And not what I am.
The envy of every woman,
The dream of every man.
 
If I were a star, Would you look at me
When we're lying there in the dark ?
If I called on you from far away,
Would you say the things I want you to say ?
 
 
Look Away
(Juliana Hatfield) 1990 Drip Music, BMI
 
You are, you're beautiful when you're mad.
You are, you're beautiful when you're crazy.
 
Crazy like the time you took,
To talking slow, letting no one know,
Of your whereabouts.
You said, there's nothing to explain,
Just count me out.
 
I get along without you when you look away.
I dream up things about you when you look away.
 
You are, you're pitiful when you beg.
Please.
You are, you're pitiful when your head is on my leg.
 
Telling me that you dream of me,
I'd much rather you scream at me.
I get blue when you lean on me.
When you let me know that you need me.
 
I get along without you when you look away.
I dream up things about you when you look away.
I hop along without you when you look away.
 
I get along without you when you look away.
I dream up things about you when you look away.
I hop along without you when you look away.
 
 
Sanctify
(Freda Boner, Juliana Hatfield & John Strohm) 1990 Drip Music, BMI
 
Another way to go, The weight won't show.
A cheapskate's guide to the kissing zone.
I didn't come back.
Baby don't you know that all when I do.
I'll make some buildings fall.
 
Will the pieces stick to you ?
Can they bring you back to size ?
If I tear a hole straight through,
Will you pretend to be alive ?
Make a fire in the quiet sky.
Kick a boy and teach him how to cry.
 
A heavy metal rain upon your head.
A burning blast to bring you back from the dead.
You used to kill me with your smile, I'll be back in a while
To take you out in style.
 
Will the pieces stick to you ?
Can they bring you back to size ?
If I tear a hole straight through,
Would you pretend to be alive ?
Make a fire in the quiet sky. Sky.
Kick a boy and teach him how to cry.
I'll make some buildings fall.
 
Will the pieces stick to you ?
Can they bring you back to size ?
If I, if I tear a hole straight through,
Would you pretend to be alive ?
Make a fire in the quiet sky. Sky.
Kiss a boy and teach him how to cry.
 
 
Girl In A Box
(John Strohm) 1990 Drip Music, BMI
 
I've got a girl in a box, Keep her under my bed.
It sure must get hot in the summertime.
I get her out when there's nothing else to do.
And there's nothing on TV, When I can't see you.
Wife don't mind if I give her a child.
My wife don't mind. She thinks it's pretty wild
I've got this girl in a box, I got a girl in a box.
 
I'll keep her 'till the day,
I'll keep her 'till the day,
I'll keep her 'till the day that I die.
And I hope I die in the nighttime
With my TV on and a beer in my hand
And you by my side.
 
I got a girl in a box, We play games. I'm anything I'm not,
But I wanna be, Yeah, I wanna be.
She'll be a slut, Or a dirty little whore.
Or the girl next door, Or my bride instead.
Or I'll cut off her head, If I want to, Yeah, I want to.
 
I'll keep her 'till the day,
I'll keep her 'till the day,
I'll keep her 'till the day that I die.
I've got a girl in a box. I got a girl in a box.
 
 
Train
(John Strohm) 1990 Drip Music, BMI
 
Hold on to my arm,
She said strung out on the floor.
I've been knocked up tight.
I've been locked outside.
I can't go on anymore.
 
Cut off her circulation.
Don't let it go to my head too quick.
Let the feeling grow.
Just let it flow.
Going to make it last.
I'm going to make it last.
I'm a hurricane
And the blood flows free from an open vein.
This is the last time,
Never at home again.
 
I know that train you're riding on.
It's sixteen coaches long.
My baby's on that train and gone.
Can't slow it.
You know it.
It's coming down.
 
Hold on, she said.
I've been knocked up tight
And locked outside.
Now I can't go on.
I can't go on.
 
I'm a hurricane
And the blood flows free from a broken vein.
This is the last time,
Never at home again.
 
I know that train you're riding on.
It's sixteen coaches long.
My baby's on that train and gone.
Can't slow it.
You know it.
It's coming down.
 
The future is open wide.
The future is open wide.
The future is open wide.
 
Can't slow it.
You know it.
It's coming down.
Runaway train.
Runaway train.
Runaway train.
 
 
I'll Take Anything
(Juliana Hatfield) 1990 Drip Music, BMI
 
Feel like a slob who lives for the day
When a winning ticket pay is made.
Caught with my butt hanging out of my pants.
Wait for some kind of lucky chance.
 
But nothing ever comes to those who wait.
That's why I'm wasting away in front of that empty plate.
I say I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger, today.
I look out of the window from my bed.
I weigh all my options, but not one comes out ahead.
You'd think there'd be something,
Oh, I'll take anything.
 
I look up to the heavens and over at the phone.
Most of what I had is gone.
But I still got my TV,
It makes me feel I'm not alone.
I said nothing's good and nothing's bad.
Everything's just kind of sad.
I kind of hope for an accident,
So I can go to sleep.
 
I look at all my buddies and what's left of the family.
They're not what I want to be.
Not whom I want to see.
You'd think there'd be something,
Oh, I'll take anything.
 
Wasn't always this way.
I used to know how to use the day.
Maybe I can shake this funk.
And get out before I'm sunk.
 
You'd think there'd be something,
Oh, I'll take anything.
 
 
Watch Me Now, I'm Calling
(Juliana Hatfield) 1990 Drip Music, BMI
 
I'm closing up, I'm shutting down.
I took a vow of silence.
You won't hear me from now on.
You'll only see the violence.
 
I put some water into a pot, And brought it to a boil.
I poured it on my arm, Without any reflex of recoil.
I made sure it would miss my hand,
'Cause I need it to play anything.
I thought I would scream,
But I didn't feel a thing.
 
Then I took some ice, And the sharpest knife
And brought 'em to my room.
I sat there thinking of you,
And what I ought to do.
Then I picked a spot and numbed it up,
'cause carving can take some time.
Then I dug a nail out of my skin.
'Cause in my head. You're in my head.
You're in my head.
 
I realized with some urgency,
That all this is child's play.
I need to learn to speak in a more effective way.
But just what is the desired effect ?
And why had I been stalling ?
I want you to feel it.
Watch me now, I'm calling.
 
Over at the hospital, They will dress my wounds.
But they won't really heal,
Until they are touched by you.
 
 
Gimme Some Mirth
(Juliana Hatfield) 1990 Drip Music, BMI
 
All kind of shit came close to home.
You're not safe unless you always sleep alone.
I don't have to worry 'cause I had a single bed.
All I have to worry about is the ache in my head.
 
Gimme some mirth
Gimme some mirth
Gimme some mirth
Gimme some mirth
 
And the ache in my stomach, That rips it up.
And all the hidden messages, You never think up.
You're the one who hears me, When I try to call
You would only give some,
But I would keep it all.
 
Gimme some mirth
Gimme some mirth
Gimme some mirth
Gimme.Gimme gimme gimme.
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Gimme some mirth, Just a touch.
Gimme some mirth, I don't ask for much.
Gimme some mirth, Just enough, Gimme.
 
 
Kiss And Make Up
(Juliana Hatfield) 1990 Drip Music, BMI
 
You can have my undivided attention.
I'll give you everything and then some.
Now, don't you wanna, don't you wanna kiss and make up ?
 
Whatever I did, I won't do it again.
I'll die for you, just say when.
I'll forget about what you've done.
Now come on, I'm in no shape to be left alone.
Now, don't you wanna, don't you wanna kiss and make up ?
 
Forgetting what else I'll have to say.
Evil, yes I've seen it.
But for now put your torture tools away,
And love me like you mean it.
 
When you walk out the door, please don't be long.
You know I can't stand when you are gone.
Oh, please let's kiss and make up.
 
Ooh, you're acid rain.
Why'd you have to try and bring me pain.
I ask you from down on scraped-up knees,
Come and put my mind at ease.
Let me do my thing.
Bring me something good to eat.
Lay me down again and you'll see,
The power you have over me.
Power you have over me.
Over me.
 
 
A Million Years
(Juliana Hatfield) 1990 Drip Music, BMI
 
I promise not to touch. I'll let you be.
I just want to watch you when you sleep.
I promise I will go away if you promise not to leave.
 
Close my mouth, cause it's no use.
There aren't any words to speak the truth.
Blow it all away and begin again.
Start all over you with my friend.
Are there any ways to make you cry ? If I knew,
I definitely would try.
 
I'll wait here for a million years.
 
You know that you can take my love away.
Keep tearing off little pieces every day.
Soon there'll be nothing left of me for you to hate.
 
I'll wait here for a million years.
Here, here, here...
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