Opposite of This
There’ll be no looking back
Diving into the black
I’m in love with always falling
From the world that’s always calling
me back
Playing the new kid role
With the punches I roll
If I could leave this town behind
I’d take a hole right down to China
And be gone
Your stomach is
All you have to lose
Take you a world away
Where every night is day
Where the creatures of the deep
Come and play down at our feet
as we drift away
Fall with me and you’ll see
Fall with me you’ll believe
There are things in this world
Bigger than a boy and girl could ever
Make believe
I want to take you to the opposite
To the opposite of this…
Now let me take you to the opposite –
To the opposite of this…
Now let me take you to the opposite
To the opposite of this
I wanna take you to the opposite
To the opposite of this
Now let me take you to the opposite
To the opposite of this
T-T-T-take you to the opposite
To the opposite of this
Chevy
Look at my mama
They ran her out of town
Dad tried to stand for us
We took it lying down
I’m in the backseat of a
A junky Chevrolet
I know I could show them love
I don’t have much to say
Think of my good friends:
That thinking takes me home
Kids here don’t get me
They make me eat alone
I can handle lonely
I can handle being new
Can’t be expected
To let them handle you
I’m in the backseat of a
A junky Chevrolet
I know I could show them love
I don’t have much to say
I’m in the backseat of a
A junky Chevrolet
I tell you I will not come
You take me anyway…
Sometimes at night to fall asleep
I think about a hole so deep
That if I thought of falling in
I feel I’d fall from this world’s end…
And down to Russia
Maybe to China
Actually from Alabama
You go down to the Indian Ocean
You’re only there for one quick motion
Flip around and fall back through
Up through the core and the crust you’d spew
Up from the hole and
Back into bed
Some folks count sheep
I fall instead
Ooh some folks count sheep
I fall instead
Ooh some folks count sheep
I’m here instead.
I’m in the back of a
(I’m in the backseat of a)
I’m in the back of a
(A junky Chevrolet)
I’m in the back of a
(I tell you I will not come)
I’m in the back of a
(You take me anyway)
I’m in the back of a
(back in the backseat of a)
I’m in the back of a
(I don’t know what to say)
I’m in the back of a
(Back in the backseat of a)
I’m in the back of a
Sew Me Up
Hopeless in your hands again
A fluffy animal from some bargain bin
If you sew me up I will let you in
Wound up tighter than a mandolin
I know, I lie
And at the end of this life
I will have to ‘pologize
I just have a rhythm to keep
If I close both of my eyes
Do you think I could make you disappear
So I could face the day
In some 1950’s kind of way?
Constantly in search of sin
I can repent if I get too dug in
Lift a finger to the establishment
Oooh, if they want in my head they can pay me rent
Don’t worry – I’m trying
If I go bump in the night
I will always see you smile
I guess what I’m trying to say-
If I rub on both my eyes
Do you think I could make you reappear?
So I can face the day?
Ooh
In some 1990’s kind of way?
When the news had nothing good to say?
And our rock was bleached, and our denim grayed-
Guess I had it made
Underworked and overpaid
Oooh, guess I had it made
Underworked and overpaid
Well Enough Alone
I like to lay my chips
Down on black or red
Spinning the wheel
To try to get ahead
And I have known how it feels
To come home to you
Empty handed
You:
And you had flowers in the vase…
What could I say to your extraordinary face?
I’ll leave well enough alone
Oh won’t you leave me to my ordinary
I’d give everything I own
Oh to be living out my
ordinary life…
Some people pass the pipe and
Some smoke cigarettes and
Some may stick needles in them
Like liquid bayonets and
I have known how it feels
To be so high on a Tuesday night
With you
And with nothing in my veins -
Nothing but the rhythm
Of your heart against the rain – there’s nothing left to say
I’ll leave well enough alone
Oh won’t you leave me to my ordinary
I’d give everything I own
Oh to be living out my
Ordinary life…
I know that I get restless
And that I play the heel
But it’s you who makes me breathless
And not this hamster wheel, oh
I’ll leave well enough alone
Oh won’t you leave me to my ordinary
I’d give everything I own
Oh to be living out my ordinary
Oh it’s my kingdom, it’s my home
Oh to be living out my ordinary
liiiiiiiife…
Weedy
I’m a devil with a tuft of curls up in a pompadour and
Five foot two
A prick picking a tiff, a midget pitching a fit
The middle digit I lift in high salute –
No need to flex or throw a punch,
‘cause nothing dominates you
Like the flexing of the muscles
In my tongue
Gotta give it to the voice inside my head
Who tells me that I’m a riot
Sticking fingers deep inside my ears
No way to ever keep him quiet
He’s always keeping me close by
By the rope I’m hung
‘Cause nothing dominates you
Like the flexing of the muscles
In the tongue
Soon as the voices sing it dolce in my head
Their harmonies marshmallow sweet
This secret I keep in a box beneath my bed
Unhinges some…
…there go the muscles in my tongue
Ooh
Here’s a devil with a tuft of curls up in a pompadour
I owe by you
A quick hitch of your britches, kid
I’ve got the twitches, kid
The ripped stitches sing my tune
Behold the weak they turn and run
‘Cause nothing dominates you
Nothing dominates you
Nothing dominates you like the
Flexing of the muscles
In my tongue
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Yo-Yos With No Strings
If you only knew the hole that I was in
Would you leap for me? And join this descent?
Twisted around, but falling into
The pieces of me, into the pieces of you
Falling down is flying for those of us
Who have no wings -
The Yo-Yos with no strings.
If you fall for me, I’ll fall with you to
The remains of a world
Custom made for two
Take me to my knees
Then down to the sky
Then up to the sea
In the wink of an eye
Falling down is flying for those of us
Who have no wings
The Yo-Yos with no strings
Falling down is flying for those of us
Who have no wings
The Yo-Yos with no strings
And when it gets too real
With my hand over my heart over my heels
…too real
With my hand over my heart over my heels
I won’t go down a wounded soldier
With this town upon my shoulders
I won’t go down a wounded soldier
I won’t go down down down down down
I won’t go down a wounded soldier
I won’t go down
Circles
Have you ever seen the sun set
Falling at 20,000 feet?
As you walk upon the air?
You can pull the cord
If you get scared…
Making circles in an airplane
We laugh and leave it all behind
The world below on fire
But the stars above us nice and bright
Jump, here
Yeah you
Then me into the fire
Your hand in mine
Taking chances as we
Circle – higher in your airplane
Then dispatching – yeah we’re dispatching
I could not feel any lighter
With your arms around me nice and tight
Jump, here
Yeah you
Then me into the fire
Your hand in mine
All wrapped in our desire
Jump, here
Yeah you
Then me into the fire
Our hands held high
Taking chances as we
Slip, slip, slipping down
Like two water droplets
Drumming to the ground
As sweet…
As sweet…
As chocolate
Jump, here
Yeah you
Then me into the fire
Our hands held high
All wrapped in our desire
Jump, here
Yeah you
Then me into the fire
Our hands intertwined
Taking chances as we’re
Slip, slip, slipping down
Like two water droplets
Drumming to the ground