Juliana Hatfield: Bed

Bed

Down On Me
(Juliana Hatfield) 1998 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

Ah...

Ah ! You won't meet me in the middle.
Push me off the dividing line, you won't give a little.
What good graces ? No explanation for your
Change of heart. You left the inside out.
You get a little or a lot. You're either cold or you're hot.
A ceiling of clouds. The tall buildings are walls.
I'm walking around and I can't get out.
The general fatigue of a private person trying to talk to you.
You saw the movie, you don't need to read the book.
A masterpiece or a piece of shit.
You're either stealing or you're taken. (You're either stealing or you're taken.)

You're so down on me.
I think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymore.
You're so down on me.
I think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymore.

You buy the pound just to burn it down
And watch the sleeping dogs die.
Walk away unscathed. I'm going to take you
Off my thank-you list. "Will you ever get your shit together ?"

Hookers and virgins, sluts and nuns.
What if I am neither one ? (What if I am neither one ?)

You're so down on me.
I think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymore.
You're so down on me.
I think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymore.


You're so down on me.
I think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymore.
You're so down on me.
I think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymore.


I Want To Want You
(Juliana Hatfield) 1998 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

Dust off the instruments.
Do you still know how to play ?
With the pride of lions you rub me the wrong way.
Stick your hand in the cookie jar, pull out bad poetry.

I want to want you.
I want to want you.

My face has changed. (My face has changed.)
I don't look the same.
A human mutation. Alienation factory.
Too much information, maybe.

What a bad judge of character you were...
I would fake it if I could. It would probably be for my own good.
Honesty is a curse.
It only makes it worse.

Ooh...
Ooh...

I want to want you.
I want to want you.

You're such a lucky man...
Over and over again...
Runs like a dream. No demons in your machine.
I can't explain to you what I don't understand.

I want to want you.
I want to want you.
I want to want you ! I want to want you !
I want to want you ! I want to want you !...


Swan Song
(Juliana Hatfield) 1998 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

You were gonna let me go.
No guts to tell me yourself.
Go ahead and rub my nose in it.
You can't fire me because I quit.
You make me feel invisible. Surely you see me now
Strecthed out on the floor of your house foaming at the mouth
With a needle in my arm, next to a smoking gun
And an empty razor case and a note that says:

"Dear Jack, I hate you. Love, Diane"
"Dear Jack, I hate you. Love, Diane"
"Dear Jack, I hate you."
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo !

The neighborhood is gonna watch me as I create the great finale:
A perfect swan dive out the window, crash the car off the road.
You're not gonna miss me but you're gonna remember my body
Crumpled in a heap in the middle of your street.

Clean up your mess.
Clean up your mess.
Clean up your mess.
Clean up your mess !...

Finally you're carrying me over the threshold, try to revive me
With a cold compress but it's too late. I guess your best just isn't
Good enough when every warm embrace, it was a selfish act
And every smiling face, it was a trap. You shit. You stabbed me in the back.

"Dear Jack, I hate you. Love, Diane"
"Dear Jack, I hate you. Love, Diane"
"Dear Jack, I hate you."
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo !

Clean up my mess.
Clean up my mess.
Clean up my mess.
Clean up my mess !...


Sneaking Around
(Juliana Hatfield) 1998 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

Baby, you come whisper at my door.
What do I open it for ?
I'm always happy to see your face
Even though it is a discrace.

I'm sick of sneaking around.

Hide your smile.
It's broad daylight.
And don't start thinking about last night.
You can't say these things out loud
But I'm not leaving and I'm not proud.

I'm sick of sneaking around
Do me the honor of holding my hand on the plane.
Take me on public transit.
Express your feelings on the train.
We travel together over time zones and weather,
Never really touching the ground.
The only evidence I have:
Dirty pictures in my bag.
Am I ever going to see where you live ?
Am I ever going to meet your kid ?
I'm sick of sneaking around


Backseat
(Juliana Hatfield) 1998 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

The gauge is on "e".
I'm gripping the wheel.
the map is so hard to read.
I can't see the road.
I can only see from my hand to my mouth,
From right here to the ground.
But I'm too far gone to go back.
Where will it end ?
My weary eyes on the space right in front of me.
My mind imagining love and empathy
Or just some company saying

"Don't let go. Don't you know I know?"

An angel takes the wheel.
I climb into the backseat
And get under the blanket where sleep can bathe me
In dreams with a warm humming engine and spacemen 3.
Sleeping with Jesus.
i just need to rest.
And I cry like a baby who fell out of the cradle.
A feeling of release.
how hard can it be to speak clearly?

Don't let go.
Don't you know I know?

Pull over and get out.
You're down, clinging to the earth.
You want the world to stop.
Discover unknown reserves.
Get up, brush off the dirt.
Get back in and don't let go.
Don't you know I know ?
It's such a long road.
Don't let go.


Live It Up
(Juliana Hatfield) 1998 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

The Guest of honor cries tars of joy and pride.
But someone's waiting in the wings to steal your fire
And I don't want to ruin the surprise
That your house on the beach will fall into the sea.
Live it up 'cause you're going down.
This reign can't last.
It'll all dry up so fast.
The planets are flying past you.
You think it's only natural That the world will stop
And wait for you if you fall off.

Live it up 'cause you're going down.

We fantasize of your demise.
We lie in wait.
We salivate,
Visualizing your head on a plate.
You're sinking in the mud they put the pedestal on.
Hold on to your jewels.
You can hawk them later.
A variation on a theme:
You're not missing anything.

Live it up 'cause you're going down.


You Are The Camera
(Juliana Hatfield) 1998 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

Wake up naked.
Stretch like a panther.
Throw off the covers.
Run to the mirror, my lover.
Admire this face.
It could help to save the world.
This body must be seen to be believed.
My back and torso like a man ray photo.
This is a scene.
We are improvising me.

You are the camera.
You try to seduce me.
You love me.
I make love to you.

I practice different smiles.
I rehearse different lines
Like the perfect comeback or an eloquent speech.
Let's take a walk on the street (on the stage).
Don't say anything.
Just follow me.
Don't leave.
Save me for posterity.
What do I want to be seen buying ?
I write in my diary only what I want you to read.

You are the camera, a reason for living.
I need you to need me.
I need you to justify my life.

We sit down on the couch.
On the left or on the right ?
What is my good side ?
Come in for a close-up.
Fresh breath, perfect makeup.
Are we gonna kiss on the mouth like I read about ?
I look right at you and see myself and I'm in love.

You are the camera, in the presence of greatness.
I disappear what you're not here.


Running Out
(Juliana Hatfield) 1998 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

Everyone alive is a survivor
And everything's the matter.
You're too young to die
In a double suicide with the wrong guy.
What of all the paths you tried to take ?
To want too much way your mistake.

You're running out of reasons,
You're running out of faith.
And promises are nothing.
They're broken as they're made.

You're running out of answers.
Can't give you any more.
You're running out of everything.
You're running out the door.
It's not supposed to be like this.
Can this be all there is ?
You keep pushing your luck, too stupid to give up.
you dream bigger, you fall harder.
You think of things that should have never happened.
You think of all the things that never will.

You're running out of reasons,
You're running out of faith.
And promises are nothing.
They're broken as they're made.

You're running out of money
And you don't know how to say,
"Can you help me? I'm drifting away."


Bad Day
(Juliana Hatfield) 1998 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

I ask myself why did I run away ?
I guess mayvbe I was having a bad day.

I screwed it up again.
I made another friend, a desperado named "trouble".
He showed his gun to me.
He took my money.
I think I understand what makes a boy become a bad man.
To suffer greatly from the indignity of working for a living,
Why would I want to breed ?
The monotony.
Driving me crazy.
I shouldn't rock the boat.
I think my head's about to explode.

I ask myself why did I run away ?
I guess maybe I was having a bad day.

I lost my head.
I made my bed all by myself.
Now I don't sleep in it so well.
I'm taking off my dress but you won't touch me now.
This room is such a mess.
I really don't know how to be the perfect girl
But in a perfect world I'd give you what you need
And you'd be giving me another chance.

I ask myself why did I run away ?
I guess maybe I was having a bad day.


Let's Blow It All
(Juliana Hatfield) 1998 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

This can't be real.
I've never seen so much.
This must be a joke.
I don't know how to feel.
I haven't earned it yet.
But everyting fades so fast.
Let's buy a car with cash and crash it.
Buy her the rock she always wanted.
Throw money out the window
And watch the happy people catch it.
You can't afford to save your life.
Well, I can.
I'll send you to a posh rehab
So you can get clean and it won't be so bad.
Let's buy guitars for all the kids.
I don't want to wake up wondering where it all went.

Nobody can stop us from blowing it all.
It's mine and besides, they never cared what I did.

And it doesn't matter where you go
And it doesn't matter where you are.
Let's do it now while we still can,
Before they take it away (take it back).
Check us out checking in, ordering room service.
We'll have one of everything
And we'll leave a one hundred percent tip.

Nobody can stop us from blowing it all.
It's mine and, besides, they've never cared what I'm doing.
Nobody can stop us from blowing it all.
It's mine and, besides, they've never cared.

They never cared. l !...


Anemia [Japanese pressing & U.S. extended re-release bonus track]
(Juliana Hatfield) 1998 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

I want to wear you to bed...
I'm hanging by a thread...
Your tattered shirt is all I have...
I make love to your monogram...
Needing you is killing me.
I desire apathy.

Oh ! I need you... to hold my head.
I need you to hold my head. (I need you to hold my head.)
Soak up this blood with bread. (Feed me 'cause I'm underfed.)
The heart I didn't mean to spill, it suffers from a lack of will
I can't get out of bed until this deathly pallor is erased
By your sweet hand upon my face.

Anemia. Anemia.
Anemia. Anemia...

I fill my veins with nicotine to change the nature of the need.
I fill my head all up with shame to change the flavor of the pain.
These cigarettes are smoking me. (Smoking me.)
I had a dream that I could sleep.

Anemia. Anemia.
Anemia. Anemia...
Anemia. Anemia.
Anemia. Anemia...


Mean And Evil [Japanese pressing & U.S. extended re-release bonus track]
(Juliana Hatfield) 1998 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

Sentimental sucks.
Romantic rots.
Domestic death.
Happiness hell.
I hate people
And their ugly faces.
You hate things and
Also places.

You're so mean.
I'm so evil.
You're so mean.
I'm so evil.

What's the matter with me ?
Nothing's the matter with me.
We're the only ones
That are really free.
I'm not faithful.
You don't come home.
I don't care.
You don't share.

You're so mean.
I'm so evil.
You're so mean.
I'm so evil.


I don't miss you.
You don't call me.
I don't need you.
You don't hug me.

You're so mean.
I'm so evil.
You're so mean.
I'm so evil.
You're so mean.
I'm so evil.
You're so mean.
I'm so evil.


She Don't Use Jelly [U.S. extended re-release bonus track][originally performed by The Flaming Lips]
(?)

I know a girl who thinks of ghosts
She'll make ya breakfast
She'll make ya toast
She don't use butter
She don't use cheese
She don't use jelly
Or any of these
She uses Vaseline
Vaseline
Vaseline

I know a guy who goes to shows
When he's at home and he blows his nose
He don't use tissues or his sleeve
He don't use napkins or any of these
He uses magazines
Magazines
Magazines
Magazines
Magazines

I know a girl who reminds me of Cher
(Reminds me of Cher)
She's always changing
(She's always changing)
The color of her hair
(Color of her hair)
She don't use nothing
That ya buy at the store
She likes her hair to be real orange
She uses tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
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