Forever Baby
 
Forever Baby
(Juliana Hatfield) 1992 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
He falls down drunk, I hold him up,
He drinks and I refill his cup,
Then I take him home and put him to bed.
 
He wakes me in the dead of night,
[He/...] lets me be his second sight
To guide him when he's sleepwalking,
Listen when he's sweet-talking.
 
I see the end of the road in his eyes.
He's got a long way to go.
 
I hold him like a loaded gun,
I know he might go off with anyone,
But I know he's only tryin' to have some fun.
 
He sees a couple of things in me,
Like how I'm not very hard to please.
It's really pretty easy...
 
I see my long lost home in his eyes.
He sees a nice hotel in mine...
 
I'll stick it out forever, babe.
If we keep coming back together, maybe
You'll start to see it like me...
 
 
I'll stick it out forever, babe.
If we keep coming back together, maybe
You'll start to see it like me...
 
I'll stick it out forever, baby !
I'll stick it out forever, baby !
 
I'll stick it out ! (Forever, baby !...)
I'll stick it out ! (Forever, baby !...)
I'll stick it out ! (Forever, baby !...)
I'll stick it out ! (Forever, baby !...)
I'll stick it out ! (Forever, baby !...)
I'll stick it out ! (Forever, baby !...)
I'll stick it out ! (Forever, baby !...)
I'll stick it out ! (Forever, baby !...)
I'll stick it out ! (Forever, baby !...)
I'll stick it out ! (Forever, baby !...)
I'll stick it out ! (Forever, baby !...)
I'll stick it out ! (Forever, baby !...)
 
 
Nirvana
(Juliana Hatfield) 1992 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
I shut the windows and close the store.
I lay down on the bathroom floor,
Everyone I know is a bore.
 
I'm starting to think that everything stink,
That I could really use a drink,
Then I got up and hit my head on the sink.
 
Father, Father, Father, Father,
Do you call ?
Father, Father, Father,
Should I end it all ?...
 
Now, here comes the song I love so much,
Makes me wanna go [and/...] fuck shit up.
Now, I got Nirvana in my head,
I'm so glad I'm not dead.
 
I [slammed/slam] my hand in a car door.
I [screamed/scream] till I could scream no more !
Bloody and mean and rotten to the core.
 
Father, Father, Father, Father,
Do you call ?
Satan, Satan, Satan,
Should I end it all ?...
 
You try to get off the ground,
But you always end up coming down.
 
When the sound comes around and goes in your ears,
You can do anything you have no fears.
 
When that sound comes around and goes in my ears,
I can do anything I have no fears.
 
Now, here comes the song I love so much,
Makes me wanna go [and/...] fuck shit up.
I got Nirvana in my head,
I'm so glad I'm not
Dead...
 
Here comes the song, I love it so much !
Makes me wanna go [and/...] fuck shit up !...
Now, I got Nirvana in my head !
I'm so glad I'm not dead !...
 
 
Everybody Loves Me But You
(Juliana Hatfield) 1992 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Well, I wake up every morning and the first thing that I say
Is that I hope that I can make it through another lonely day.
I'm afraid I might explode if I keep going on this way...
 
People always notice me wherever I go,
They think I'm lucky, but they dont really know.
Beauty and brains are all that I've got,
I've got a cold, cold bed and a broken heart,
A broken heart.
 
Everybody loves me !
Everyone but you,
But nobody undoes me
Like the thought of you can do.
They search my eyes, but [they/I] don't know why !
'Cause all I ever do is cry !
Everybody loves me
But you...
 
Girls wanna be me so they can pick and choose,
They figure out of ten men, there's no way that they can lose.
Men would walk the plank for me and set themselves on fire;
What do they see in me that isn't sad and
Tired ?
Tired...
 
I could fill my life with people who wanna be with me,
Do like when they say there's other fish in the sea.
There's a world out there and a million things to do,
But what do I care if it doesn't include you.
You...
 
Everybody loves me !
Everyone but you,
But nobody undoes me
Like the thought of you can do.
They search my eyes, but [they/I] don't know why !
'Cause all they ever do is cry !
Everybody loves me.
 
[.../A] Cold, cold bed and a broken heart,
A cold, cold bed and a broken heart,
An empty house and a broken car,
A cold, cold bed and a broken heart.
 
 
Raisans [originally performed by Dinosaur Jr.]
(J Mascis) 1987 Cesstone Music, BMI
 
The lights exploded, she stood burning in front of me,
She ripped my heart out and gave it to me.
My eyes wouldn't open, cemented to her face.
Have I begun a feeble chase ?
 
I'll be down ! I'll be around !
I'll be hanging where, eventually, you'll have to be.
I'll just stare ! And hope you'll care !
There's only everything standing in front of me.
 
I know what you did to me,
I know what you did was wrong.
You're allowed to torture me
Wait a moment until I'm gone
I know you're the ticked, you gotta be,
'Cause I let you be alone for long
Got to do something mean to me,
Got to do something so I can't hang on.
 
(Ooh ooh ooh...)
(Ooh ooh ooh...)
(Ooh ooh ooh...)
(Ooh ooh ooh...) Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...
 
(Ooh ooh ooh...)
(Ooh ooh ooh...)
(Ooh ooh ooh...)
(Ooh ooh ooh...) Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...
 
I'll be down ! I'll be around !
I'll be hanging where, eventually, you'll have to be.
I'll just stare ! And hope you'll care !
There's only everything standing in front of me.
 
 
I'll be down ! I'll be around !
I'll be hanging where, eventually, you'll have to be.
You're not mad, you're standing there.
Now, you have to decide the fate of my sanity !...
 
 
Tamara
(Juliana Hatfield) 1992 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Tomorrow, I will run ten miles,
Tomorrow, I'm gonna try to smile,
Tomorrow's gonna be nice...
Tomorrow's sun will melt the ice...
 
Tomorrow, I'll jump [out of / outta] bed,
[Just/Go] straight to work, lift up my head.
Tomorrow's gonna make me strong
I'll trim off the fat and throw it to the dogs.
 
Tomorrow is a brand new day,
Tomorrow, she's gonna [play/bring a] change
I already know how I wanna be
For tomorrow, you can get together my new identity !...
 
 
Tomorrow, [look him/wake you up/I'll look you] in the eye
[.../And] tell you I apologize
Tomorrow, I'll find some way to show you
That I am, that I know you...
 
Tomorrow's coming, I can almost taste it,
Forget about all the words I wasted
Things I did I can't erase,
I carry the weight of my mistake
All the things I ['ve/...] said you won't forget
Maybe [tomorrow/Tamara], [I'll [.../just]/ought to] stay in bed !...
 
Sleep won't make it go away,
Tomorrow just turned into today.
Forgive me, man, for I have sinned !
Can I back up and try again ?!!...
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