1. |
Like Me
03:22
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You’re not gonna be pretty
You don’t photograph well
Just wanted to get that out of the way
You’re not gonna be normal
No chance in hell
Just wanted to save you from that hope
And it would be so great if you could be LIKE ME
Yeah, it would be so great, for me
it would be so great if you could LIKE ME
If you could be LIKE ME
If you could LIKE ME
You’re always gonna be lonely
‘cause of what of he did
But you’ll always know who gets the blame
You’re not gonna be normal
You’re gonna be a lonely, ugly kid
And when you turn 18, you can change your name
CHORUS
But you’re okay in this picture
you don’t look too much like him
Except when you smile, or play music
You’re not gonna be pretty
But you’re gonna be sexy
And that’s a useful thing to be
Men will like that better in the end
Yeah, you’re gonna be sexy
Look what it did for me
Women may not want to be your friend
CHORUS
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Are You Dead or Are You Undead?
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3. |
Best Years of Your Life
03:28
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Chris knows I’m a sucker for a good line, he’s so mean and warm
And Mike goes looking for a good time, straight into my dorm
Dry heat
Dead of winter
Endless snowy plains
And we fuck as I look out the window ‘cause I love to hug the pain
Justine had a nose operation but she’s smokin anyway
I’ll be in the same situation if I snort enough someday
Cross campus, wear a parka
Cry in someone’s beer
Old ghosts know just how to find me even though I’m living here
and these are the BEST YEARS OF YOUR LIFE
these are the BEST YEARS OF YOUR LIFE
these are not the best years of my life
Up here, the sun is a hooker and my car won’t start
Each day I freeze in the shower with a fucked up heart
Cold feet, cold pizza
Colder one night stands
When I go down to the clinic, will you come and hold my hand
CHORUS
I can only swallow so much, but I’ll always drink some more
And everything gets blurry when we touch, but isn’t that what love’s for?
Big storm knocked out the power and it’s 32 degrees
I’ve got a class in an hour and rug burn on my knees
So proud being angry
That’s all I’m about
Some day the demons and I are gonna work this whole thing out.
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4. |
Cheese Denied
03:40
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Every once in a while I pass your house
And I turn back into a little grey mouse
But I don’t think anybody sees
What happens to me when I detect I’m near your cheese
Though it’s all in the past and not for real
You try telling a rodent what to feel
Like an animal experiment on feed
I gravitate primally to what I’m trained to need
And I barrel backwards to those days
Inside your complicated maze
The hunger cuts right through the haze inside
The memory of Cheese…. Denied
It’s not as if your cheese is all that sweet
But back when I was I mouse, it’s all I’d wanna eat
And sad was the only joy I knew
Seductive, impossible and wrapped around you
And I barrel backwards to those days
Inside your complicated maze
I never got to you but god, how I tried.
The memory of Cheese…. Denied
I’m conditioned to want you like that dog with the bell
Even though it’s a painful reaction
And I know every rock in the wall of this well
‘cause the hurt’s so familiar, and such a great distraction
It’s a great distraction.
Every once in a while you’re in a dream
And I’m who I am now and not nineteen
And I don’t really want to be that mouse
I gotta find a new route that doesn’t go right past your house
I gotta stop passing your house.
And I barrel backwards through those years
I’m fighting back the same old tears
The promise of sweet dairy kisses died
The memory of Cheese…. Denied
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5. |
Pothole
02:51
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Are you a pothole or a ramp
Are you a pothole or a ramp
Do you want to help me fly
Or trip me up until I cramp
Are you a pothole or a ramp
Are you a speedbump or a light
Are you a speedbump or a light
Do you only slow me down
Or show me everything’s alright
Are you a speedbump or a light
I used to know which way to go
I was the most sensible bitch alive
But a coupla crashes and I can’t be trusted to drive
Are you a detour or The Way
Are you a detour or The Way
If I follow you around
Will I reach a higher ground
Or just piss my heart away
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6. |
Already Dead
03:00
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Cords and wires is all I am
Nails and tires and a bucket full of sand
Lay it on me – right on my back – I’m a zombie.
Go ahead, I’m ALREADY DEAD
Melted metal – I was a cage
Rust and pebbles and a pile of empty rage
Bricks and mortar still on my back – place your order
Go ahead, I’m ALREADY DEAD
Twigs and splinters, a heap of dirt
Slush grey winters – if you ask me, I’m not hurt
Trash-fed sparrows without a nest – aim your arrows
Go ahead, I’m ALREADY DEAD
I wobble the knob, then I’m kickin down doors
And I don’t know what you bother locking this for
‘Cause there’s nothing in here, there’s nothing inside
There’s nothing left here – but I really tried
And the summer seeps in and I’ll itch and scratch
Until the ship caves in
I can’t do it all, I can’t make it work
MTV, analog rings
Isn’t anybody driving this thing?
And I’m not so sorry but I’m working at sane
Bridge and tunnel. Bridge and tunnel.
Small dark rooms, the whistle of a train
Thanks for the albatross – and the name
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7. |
Idaho
04:04
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Idaho
We see your picture and decide to go
An autumn hike next to the leaves and the snow
Will surely bridge this growing gap
Scenery
Mountains and rivers mute the mean in me
Big sky untangles the machinery
Eurekas fall into my lap
But this time things are different traveling through October woods
It looks just like the picture did, but we are not so good
Discontent
We misinterpret every signal sent
How I wish that I knew what you meant
And that I didn’t sound so cold
Riverview
When will I be back inside of you
Will it be before this trip is through
Is this what love does when it’s old
‘Cause this time things are different traveling through October woods
IIt looks just like the picture did, but we are not so good
Idaho
We see your picture and decide to go
An autumn hike next to the leaves and the snow
Will surely bridge this growing gap
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8. |
Autobiography
03:26
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He said
"Tell me all about yourself, why don't you?" And I
Turned red.
"Can I have a week or two to think about the question?"
Tell my friends I'm open to suggestion.
Gonna write my AUTOBIOGRAPHY
So I know what is true
I'm drawing up the chapters of my AUTOBIOGRAPHY
And I gotta get back to you...
She said
"This is quite a resume you've got here" And I'm
Brain dead.
"Can't you call the people on the list and they can tell you?
It just feels too weird to sit and sell you."
Gonna write my AUTOBIOGRAPHY
So I know what is true
I'm drawing up the chapters of my AUTOBIOGRAPHY
And I gotta get back to you...
I shouldn't even be here
The harder I think of me I disappear
They said
"Call us when you know which way you're going - with that
big head."
How can I explain I don't want all of the attention?
I'm just fine with honorable mention.
Gonna write my AUTOBIOGRAPHY
So I know what is true
I'm tearing up the chapters of my AUTOBIOGRAPHY
And I gotta get back to you...
We keep reinventing ourselves
Hoping to find out we're somebody else
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9. |
Grounded
02:21
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She shot him once in the knee
She said, "How does it feel to be me?"
Grounded.
She shot him once in the leg
Didn't crack a smile when he begged.
Grounded.
I'll forgive you when you're gone
But for now, let's get it on
She shot him once in the head
Just to be sure he really was dead
And grounded.
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10. |
I Carry You
03:38
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Next to the laminated proof of who I am I CARRY YOU
Amid the plastic and the paper, like a pearl I CARRY YOU
I keep you in my pocket, if not always on my mind
I hold you like a locket with a personal design
Sewn between the folds of my ambition and my cash I CARRY YOU
Unlike a baby, a little like a child I CARRY YOU
I tuck you into wallets, into purses, into me
I pen you into verses underneath the poetry
When I travel ‘cross the country, on the road or in the sky
You sit inside my breathing as the scenery goes by
And when you grow too tired to talk
And when your time is through
And when your legs are weary of walk
I'll carry you
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11. |
Anywhere Else But Me
04:16
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Woke up on the sofa
Patterns on my face
Smacked my knee on the table
I’m not used to this place
Feels like a hotel room
That’s got all my stuff
But I’m still me, apparently,
And that’s still too much.
I wanna be ANYWHERE ELSE BUT ME today
ANYWHERE ELSE BUT ME
Anywhere Else but my sad sorry self
Woke up on an airplane
Lowering into LA
The questions come closer
And the answers go grey
Down a long one-way tunnel
I look back and go numb
The walls are full of pictures
And I keep hoping you’ll come
CHORUS
I might just sleep a little later
Or sleep a little longer
I might just sleep a little later
Or sleep a little longer
Maybe I’ll wake up with you
You have a thing about Canada
So I won’t call you when I go
After the labored recitations
There only silence. Don’t you know
I will always be a traveler
I’m still going everywhere
But if you’re not the home I come to
How will I know when I’m there
CHORUS
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12. |
What Do You Look Like?
03:35
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WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE now that I’m grown
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE now that I’m older
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE now that I’m me
Are you still as cold as I remember you to be
Are you grey now - Do you color
Did your skin clear up or not
Did you face your faceless demons
Did you think that I forgot
I’m not getting on an airplane
I’m not renting any cars
Late at night on my computer
Push a button, there you are
CHORUS
Where’s my sense of peace and closure
Where’s my mellow with the age
If you saw me in the paper
Would you clip it from the page
Heard about your second family
Carefully I bounce that ball
Did you tell your wife about me
You’re still you now, after all
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE
My life is not about you. I turned out great without you.
But when September’s in the wind, west of the past the east floods in
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13. |
Ounce of Hope
02:00
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In the final hour
Of a slow decline
At the end of the rope
There's still AN OUNCE OF HOPE
Though it's back in the corner
Of a box in a drawer
There are trace amounts
Although the hope is just an ounce
But hope, like a seed, can grow strong among the weeds
And funnel in the dark earth towards the sun
And hope, like the truth, finds a home and takes root
And if you give it water, it will run
In a deep, dark confusion
Look no further than yourself
When you think you cannot cope
There's still AN OUNCE OF HOPE
Fix your focus on the good things
Find the reasons to go on
It's your faith in love that counts
And hope will grow from just an ounce
Hope will grow from just an ounce
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14. |
Undead 90069 Mix
01:57
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Are you dead or are you undead?
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Amy Engelhardt Los Angeles, California
Singer/songwriter.composer/lyricist. Vocal arranger.
Session singer.
Doctor Demento artist. Jersey
Girl.
Cheese lover.
Garlic fanatic.
Cat Servant. Formerly "Amy Bob" of Grammy noms THE BOBS. Let's order some drinks & appetizers.
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