Universal Heart-Beat
 
Universal Heart-Beat
(Juliana Hatfield) 1994 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Beauty can be sad,
You're proof of that.
When the damage is done,
You're damaged goods.
That's not to
Say
It's not
Okay;
I wouldn't have it any other way.
 
A heart ! A heart that hurts
Is a heart ! A heart that works !
A heart ! A heart that hurts
Is a heart ! A heart that works !
 
Sweet, sweet pain comes with the sun,
Lie down and soak it up.
Burn off
Layers
Of insu-
-lators.
 
Exposed
Nose to the cold,
 
I'm bleeding pretty
Colors, yeah-heah...
All over myself...
 
A heart ! A heart that hurts
Is a heart ! A heart that works !
A heart ! A heart that hurts
Is a heart ! A heart that works !...
...orks...
...orks !!
 
Black wave comes to take me away,
I ride it almost to the grave.
Landing on a crowded shore,
High-fivin'.
 
What a
Trip ! I'm
Better
For it.
I feel a live sensation.
 
A heart ! A heart that hurts
Is a heart ! A heart that works !
A heart ! A heart that hurts
Is a heart ! A heart that works !
 
A heart ! A heart that hurts
Is a heart ! A heart that works !
A heart ! A heart that hurts
Is a heart ! A heart that works !...
 
 
Where Would I Be Without You ?
(Juliana Hatfield) 199? Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
I remember when you said
How it's all in my head.
You said "he may be the first, but he doesn't have to be the last".
Now, I gotta ask:
 
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
 
So sick of sitting in that room,
Needing a new attitude.
I said "I don't know what to do".
You said "I gotta move".
 
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
 
It's alright to feel okay.
Everything is easier that way.
Tell me, tell me once again
It's not the end !
 
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
 
You showed me it's a crime
To never even try.
I could say I'm super-fine but that would be a lie.
Give it time and I'll change my mind.
 
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
 
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
Where would I be without you ?
 
 
Yardsailing
(Juliana Hatfield) 199? Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Hey pal... (Take this... )
Take this... (Piece of... )
Piece of... (My mind... )
My mind... (Backstreet... )
Leave him... (Hate it... )
Sailing... (Hey pal... )
Hiding... (Fateful... )
[Away]... (Girl sad... )
 
You got the capacity and you're so fucking lucky.
Living up above the street, you're so fucking lucky.
All your hair and bones and teeth, you're so fucking lucky.
Jesus Christ, you're all I need, you're so fucking lucky.
 
Woke up... (Smoke up... )
Coughing... (Coughing... )
Smoke up... (Woke up... )
Broken... (Broken... )
 
Hey pal... (Make it... )
Girl sad... (Last, it... )
Fore... (Won't set... )
Reach out... (Sailing... )
 
You got the capacity and you're so fucking lucky.
Living high above the street; you're so fucking lucky.
Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...
Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...
Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...
Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...
Ah...
 
Cut your...
Chances...
Nearly...
In half...
I'm shut...
Out of...
Many...
Good things...
 
(You) take a little when you can, you're so fucking lucky.
Jesus Christ, a perfect plan (imperfect man), you're so fucking lucky.
Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...
Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...
Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...
Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...
Ah...
 
 
Girl In Old Blue Volvo Disowns Self
(Juliana Hatfield) 199? Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Bill and I were sisters...
In another life...
That is why his music...
Makes me cry...
Not because I love him...
And not because he's really foxy;
Lowest common denominator...
In the rock scene.
 
Ah-ah...
Ah-ah...
 
Ride !...
In my Swedish car, Swedish car.
Drive !...
With a sexy young road star.
Buy !...
Not American; American,
Everything falls apart.
 
Cigarette butts...
are piling up...
In my Denny's coffee-cup...
That I stole from a Denny's in god-forsaken Texas.
 
Where is he now... ?
Now that I don't care...
He could be in Germany...
He could be just about anywhere...
 
Ah-ah...
Ah-ah...
 
Ride !...
In my Swedish car, Swedish car.
Drive !...
With a sexy young road star.
Buy !...
Not American; American,
Everything falls apart.
 
 
I don't...
Expect to live to forty,
I didn't think...
I'd live past twenty-five...
To be afraid of living...
Is to be afraid of dying.
How can you get past this...
And cherish the fear of flying ?
 
High...
High !...
 
Ride !...
In my Swedish car, Swedish car.
Drive !...
With a sexy young road star.
I'm not American !
I'm a European
Bastard.
 
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