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Lisa Loeb




Альбом Lisa Loeb


The Very Best Of Lisa Loeb (2006)
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When I'm done with thinking, then I'm done with you. 
When I'm done with crying, then I'm done with you. 
When I feel so tired, then I'm done with you.
Everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way
And I do. 
You can't hear it, but I do. 
You can't hear it, but I do. 
You're trying to convince me that what I've done's not right. 
I get so frustrated, I stay up every night. 
You ask me for an answer, and I'm so tired and I'm up in the air. 
Everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way
And I do. 
You can't hear it, but I do. 
You can't hear it, but I'm feeling this way just because you say 
I will be ignored. 
I will be denied. 
I could be erased. 
I could be brushed aside
I will get scared, and I will get shoved down, 
But I feel like I do because you push me around. 
I'm starting to ignore you, I've doubted you so long. 
I'm tired of overthinking, I know you don't belong. 
Now I'm asking questions - no one pushes me around. 
Everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way - 
And I do. 
You can't hear it, but I do. 
You don't seem angry, but I do. 

. . .



I like things that are so good. you are so so good.
I like you. but I am the underdog, I am the last in line. 
Don't be the enemy, don't stand in back of me.
Freezing, boring, wondering where I'll be on my birthday.
You kissed me in a dream last night, how could I 
I wouldn't know, 'cause I am the underdog.
I am the last in line. 
Don't be the enemy, don't stand in back of me.
Will you be my friend? 
Now I understand, that I more than like you.
I am the underdog I am the last in line. 
Don't be the enemy, don't stand in back of me.
Lalala da-dah
I am the underdog. I am the last in line. 
Don't be the enemy, don't stand in back of me.
I am the underdog. I am the last in line. 
Don't be the enemy, don't be the enemy.
Hmmmmmm

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She wanted to be a cowboy, 
She was shootin' 'em down, 
She was tramping around. 
He walked in crooked with the clear blue eyes. 
"There's a nice pool at my motel - you want to go for a swim?" 
That night he moved in. 
The time between meeting and finally leaving is 
Sometimes called falling in love. 
The time between meeting and finally leaving is 
Sometimes called falling in love. 
At night she'd wait for the sound of his feet on the doormat, 
The sound of his hand on the doorknob, 
The sound of her heart beating in her head. 
He'd go out playing nickel slots, cause he knew he'd lose - 
She didn't know, so she couldn't choose. 
One night while sleeping along in her bed, 
The phone rang, she woke up, and sat up and said, 
"What time is it? What time is it?" 
"Well, it's 5:30 here and it's 2:30 there, 
And I won't be home tonight," he said. 
The time between meeting and finally leaving is 
Sometimes called falling in love. 
The time between meeting and finally leaving is 
Sometimes called falling in love. 
Now she sits in a booth in a diner, 
Waiting for someone to take her order, 
Waiting for someone to come and sit down. 
She rubs the smudge off the photograph, puts it back into her purse. 
The grey sky was romantic cause he was holding her hand, 
He was her man. 
The time between meeting and finally leaving is 
Sometimes called falling in love. 
The time between meeting and finally leaving is 
Sometimes calling falling in love. 
Sometimes called falling in love. 
She wanted to be a cowboy, 
She was shootin' 'em down, 

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I told you I was sorry, I told you I was wrong, 
I said it was an accident and don't tell anyone. 
But you love to circle round and round, you're so misunderstood. 
Yeah, you love to circle round and round & you know that we should 
Forget about it - 
Let's forget about it 
You lied about how much you knew, I thought you were my friend. 
You lied upon the mattress, c'mon tell me where you've been. 
You lied about this night apart, you lied about the room. 
If you're gonna have to lie to me then 
Let's forget about it 
Let's forget about it 
I'll stop crying on the mountain that we made from a molehill where we 
Spilt the milk. 
So you say this never happened, perhaps not the way I thought. 
Did I throw this out of focus - or was it just the way we fought? 
That is seemed to me you this girl, but you swear to God it's not. 
Let's forget about it 
Let's forget about it 
I'll stop crying, if you'll stop. 
I'll stop crying, if you'll stop. 

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I didn't come this far for you to make this hard for me. 
And now you want to ask me "how"? 
It's like - how does your heart beat, and why do you breathe? 
How does your heart beat, and why do you breathe? 
Why did you come here? 
You weren't invited. 
You were on the outside - Stay on the outside. 
And now you want to ask me "why"? 
It's like - why does your heart beat, and how do you cry? 
How does your heart beat? 
And there are some things that I'd like to figure out. 
There are some things that I can do without - 
Like you, and your letters that go on forever, 
And you, and the people that were never friends. 
With all the things that you could be, 
You never could learn how to be me. 
And now you want to ask me "how"? 
It's like - how does your heart beat, and why do you breathe? 

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everybody go
the party's over
I want to be alone in my head
in my bed tonight
you never show

you must really love her
you think I don't know
but I do, yeah it's true
I think over is over

I'm right back where I started
(when it comes to wanting you)
I can't have what I wanted

Chorus
but I did, I can
I was, I am
only human, living, dying
just like any fool who ever breathed
if love is blind
if love's a drug
it always is
it always was and
love was surely made for fools like me

I know where I'm going
I'm tripping I'm sliding around
that's ok
at least I'm excited
it wasn't how I planned it
(wasn't how I planned it
feet are where I landed
at least I understand it now)
my feet are where I landed
(feet are staying on the ground)
Chorus

fools like me
fools like me

I did, I can
I was, I am
only human, living, dying
just like any fool who ever breathed

maybe it's the sanest thing
or just the sweetest kind of dream
but love was surely made for fools
(Love was surely made for fools)
Love was surely made for fools
(Love was surely made for fools)

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I was quiet, and I was tired. and I wanted you to bring me up.
I wanted you to make it stop, yeah I wanted you to bring me up.
You were wrong, and I was right. and I wanted you to bring me up.
Hmmm you know me well, this is something that I shouldn't have to tell you.
We've shared humility and orange roses.
And poking fun at all our friends
They had their barbecues, we have our arguments.
We never can agree. 
You said, "when you don't talk you take it out on me." 
I was quiet, I was tired. and I wanted you to bring me up.
I wanted you to make it stop, yeah I wanted you to bring me up.
And you were wrong and I was right. and I wanted you to bring me up.
Hmmm you know me well, this is something that I shouldn't have to tell you.
We took a ride, on a motorbike. I couldn't talk to you, but my arms
Were wrapped around you tight. we stopped at Smokey's,
We parked the bike outside. 
So scared to be sad, to keep the tears in 
And I looked up at the sky and took another ride.
I was quiet, and I was tired. and I wanted you to bring me up.
I wanted you to make it stop, yeah I wanted you to bring me up.
And you were wrong and I was right. and I wanted you to bring me up.
Hmmm you know me well.
We had us, is that enough? and what is it worth to you?
We had us, is that enough? and what is it worth to you?
You said "it's worth everything and baby take a look, 
It's worth all the pennies in my pocket."
But I was quiet, and I was tired. and I wanted you to bring me up.
I wanted you to make it stop, yeah I wanted you to bring me up.
I was quiet, and I was tired. and I wanted you to bring me up.
Hmmm you know me well, this is something that I shouldn't 
Have to tell you. 
I was quiet, and I was tired. and I wanted you to bring me up 
I wanted you to make it stop, yeah I wanted you to bring me up.
So I was wrong and you were right.

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I'm stuck in my apartment on Eleventh Street, I push the pen around.
Something made me think of you, I jump into a cab going downtown.

Do you know what I really want?
I don't know what I really want.
Do you know what’s going on?
What’s going on?

Single me out, you've got my number.
(you've got my number)
If you wanna be my number one, single me out.
There'll be no other.
(There'll be no other)
If you wanna be my number one, single me out.

In a coffee shop on Sullivan, I pretend to read a magazine.
While I look over my shoulder to see if you're there looking for me.
Do you know what’s going on?
Cause I know what’s going on.
Yeah, I know what I really want.
What I really want.

Single me out, you've got my number.
(you've got my number)
If you wanna be my number one single me out.
There'll be no other.
(There'll be no other)
If you wanna be my number one single me out.

Tell me, can you hear me?
Cause I'm thinking out loud.
Tell me, would you pick me out of the crowd?

Yeah, I know what I really want.
Cause I know whats going on.
Yeah, I know what I really want.
What’s going on

Single me out, you've got my number.
(you've got my number)
If you wanna be my number one, single me out.
There'll be no other.
(There'll be no other)
If you wanna be my number one, single me out
You've got my number.
(you've got my number)
If you wanna be my number one, single me out.
So many numbers.

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"It's not really poetry, but it's pretty," he said. 
As he raises his voice, she lowers her head. 
"It makes my heart heavy, you're lonely, I think. 
Oh, Rose, you're sad, I suppose." 
"Look in her bed and she's bound to be sleeping. 
She's lying there dead. - No, she's breathing." 
Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes, 
your languorous hum, that tone of surprise 
I've heard energy in adversity. 
Your smile: the soul of witchery. 
You're not running away, 
You're not running - are you? 
Lyrically longing, she's tearing the words from the page. 
She's fearfully seething. 
"Bring me your blessings, a prayer, or a new pen. 
- You don't know what I need." 
"Look in my bed and I'm bound to be sleeping, 
I'm lying there dead, but I'm breathing. 
And I'm barely balancing as it is, 
And I don't want to drown in my dreams 
Bring me wild plums and agrimony 
I bet you don't even know what that means." 
Furious Rose with your opiate eyes, 
Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise. 
I've heard energy in adversity. 
Your smile: the soul of witchery. 
You're not running away, 
you're not running - are you? 
Gingerly peering, over his shoulder, removed herself from the room. 

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You say I only hear what I want to.
You say I talk so all the time so.
And I thought what I felt was simple,
And I thought that I don't belong,
And now that I am leaving,
Now I know that I did something wrong 'cause I missed you.
Yeah yeah, I missed you.
And you say I only hear what I want to:
I don't listen hard,
Don't pay attention to the distance that you're running
To anyone, anywhere,
I don't understand if you really care,
I'm only hearing negative: no, no, no.
So I turned the radio on, I turned the radio up,
And this woman was singing my song:
Lover's in love, and the other's run away,
Lover is crying 'cause the other won't stay.
Some of us hover when we weep for the other who was
Dying since the day they were born.
Well, well, this is not that;
I think that I'm throwing, but I'm thrown.
And I thought I'd live forever, but now I'm not so sure.
You try to tell me that I'm clever,
But that won't take me anyhow, or anywhere with you.
You said that I was naive,
And I thought that I was strong.
I thought, "hey, I can leave, I can leave."
Oh, but now I know that I was wrong, 'cause I missed you.
Yeah, I miss you.
You said, "I caught you 'cause I want you and one day I'll let you go.
"You try to give away a keeper, or keep me 'cause you know you're just scared to
lose.
And you say, "Stay."

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This isn't what I like to call flattery, 
But I know that I believe that I've found what's true, 
That I've found what's you. 
Truthfully I 
I'm finding finally. 
Truthfully you 
You helped me find at last. 
Truthfully we 
Are finding out what's true. 
And Truthfully I am finding out what's you. 
Surprise, cause I was flying the plane. 
Surprise, cause now I'm smiling again. 
Surprise, cause you showed up with your parachute. 
Surprise, I'm kind of happy you showed up. 
Truthfully I 
I'm finding finally. 
Truthfully you 
You helped me find at last. 
Truthfully we 
Are finding out what's true. 
And Truthfully I am finding out what's you. 
Truthfully, I really can't explain, I'm floating, I'm smiling again. 
Truthfully, I can't ignore you, cause I've been waiting for you. 
Truthfully, I'm not desperate, I haven't changed my mind since we first met, 
But the last thing that I want to do is to tell you that I'm right for you. 
Truthfully I 
I'm finding finally. 
Truthfully you 
You helped me find at last. 
Truthfully we 
Are finding out what's true. 
And Truthfully I am finding out what's you. 
I'm finding finally. 
Truthfully, I'm finding out what's you. 
I'm smiling again. 

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No teacher to follow, no prophet to tell me how, 
But I know what I want, I know what I want now. 
Like water, it rushes, 
it's the last thing you see when you close your eyes, 
it's the one place you want to be. 
But if it doesn't brush my shoulder, and it doesn't beat my heart, 
that's not what I want, that's not where I will start. 
I never kissed somebody so that they would break my heart, 
that's not what I want. 
If you don't know what you're missing 
cause you don't know where to start, 
follow your wishing heart. 
I was restless, X4
I just want this to be good, X2
But you don't understand, 
You don't understand me, and I want to be understood. 
But if it doesn't brush my shoulder, 
And it doesn't beat my heart, 
That's not what I want - no, that's not where I will start. 
I never kissed somebody so that they would break my heart, 
That's not what I want. 
If we all leap before we crawl, we might fall, 
And it's not always candy spun from head to heart, 
And it's not always meant to be, 
And it's not always up to me. 
But if it doesn't brush my shoulders, and it doesn't beat my heart. 
That's not what I want, that's not where I will start. 
I never kissed somebody so that they would break my heart, 
That's not what I want. 
If you don't know what you're missing, 
'Cause you don't know where to start, 
You don't know what you're missing 

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She can't tell me that all of the love songs have been written,
'Cause she's never been in love with you before. 
Your skin smells lovely like sandalwood.
Your hair falls soft like animals.
I'm tryin' to keep cool, but everyone likes you. 
I want to kiss the back of your neck, 
The top of your spine where your hair hits,
And gnaw on your fingertips and fall asleep,
I'll talk you to sleep. 
But I'll be the one, I will have chosen.
I'm tryin' to keep cool, but everyone here likes you
I'm not the only one.
Your skin smells lovely like sandalwood.
Your hair falls soft like animals,
And nothing else matters to me. 
She can't tell me that all of the love songs have been written,
'Cause she's never been in love with you before,
In love with you before.
Your hand,
So hot,
Burns a hole in
My hand. 

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Waiting for Wednesday, my stomach doesn't hurt enough
Pain always is the sign. 
Waiting for Wednesday, no proof of mine exists,
So I don't have to take it back.
Don't want to show you good-bye, 
Show you good-bye.
Show you good-bye.
Show you good-bye.
But you're waiting for Wednesday.
Waiting for Wednesday.
Waiting for Wednesday, I pray you'll put me on the spot.
I do believe you, that you'll love me that you'll leave me.
Don't want to show you good-bye, 
Show you good-bye.
What will I do when you come near to me?
You'll put me on the spot. 
You've been doing this a long, long time,
Not that you're better than me,
But that you do it a lot.
Now I'm waiting for Wednesday, 
Waiting for Wednesday, 
Waiting for Wednesday,
I'm waiting for Wednesday.
I'm gonna show you good-bye,
Show you good-bye, 
Show you good-bye, 
Show you good-bye.
Now I'm waiting for Wednesday,
You're back from out of town, 
the West is dry, your mind is clear,
And I don't want to be here, 
I don't want to be here, 
I don't want to be here,
To show you good-bye.
And I'm waiting for Wednesday,
Waiting for Wednesday,
I'm waiting for Wednesday, to show you good-bye.
I don't want to be here, to show you good-bye.
Waiting for Wednesday.
I don't want to be here.
Waiting for Wednesday, to show you good-bye,

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I'd play all day if I could,
but I haven't got all the time in the world.

Your head hangs down, hangs down.
Your face so long so long.
Your weight carries, your weight carries so hard.

Your baby brother's playing, and now he's asleep.

And I'd play all day if I could I'd
Run, run away if I could and I'd
Stand in your way if I could but I
Haven't got all the time in the world.

Your head hangs down, hangs down.
Your face so long so long.
Your baby brother would like to say he loves you,
But he cant seem to find you.

He'd like to say I love you but now he's asleep.
He'd like to say I love you,

And I'd play all day if I could I'd
Run, run away if I could and I'd
Stand in your way if I could but I
Haven't got all the time in the world.

Wasting time its just a stranger, no
object, no friend of mine.
Here we are and we're
angry and we're
wasting time wasting time

And I'd play all day if I could I'd
Run, run away if I could and I'd
Stand in your way if I could but I
Haven't got all the time in the world.

And I'd play all day if I could but I
Haven't got all the time in the world

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My friend's got a bruise on his leg, 
A bruise on his leg
Everytime you speak.
My friend's got a bruise on his leg, where I press my knee
Everytime you speak.
Actually, bottom line, you tell the truth sometimes.
Sometimes you tell the truth like you're pulling taffy. 
My friend's got a bruise on his arm, a bruise on his arm
Everytime you speak.
My friend's got a bruise on his arm, where I shove my elbow
Everytime you speak. 
Actually, bottom line, you tell the truth sometimes, and sometimes you tell the
truth like
You're pulling taffy. 
My friend's got a bruise on his ribs where I poke my finger
Everytime you speak.
My friend's got a bruise on his ribs, his rib cage is now numb
Everytime you speak.
Actually, bottom line, you tell the truth sometimes,

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Do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore?
Do you sleep, do you count sheep anymore?
Do you sleep anymore?
Do you take plight on my tongue like lead?
Do you fall gracefully into bed anymore?
I saw you as you walked across my room.
You looked out the window, you looked at the moon.
And you sat on the corner of my bed, and
you smoked with the ghost in the back of my head.
And I don't know, and I don't care
If I ever will see you again.
I don't know, and I don't care
If I ever will be there.
Do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore?
Do you sleep, do you keep me anymore?
You kick my foot under the table,
I kick you back;
I can't say I'm able to
Stand for you or
Fall for you ever again.
Wish for a perfect setting?
Wishing that I am letting you
Take me where you want me
All over again?
You can't give yourself absolutely to someone else.
And I don't know, and I don't care 
If I ever will see you again.
I don't know, and I don't care
If I ever will be there.
I saw you as you walked across my room.
You looked out the window, you looked at the moon.
And you sat on the corner of my bed, and
You smoked with the ghost in the back of my head.
Do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore?
Do you sleep, do you count sheep anymore?
Do you sleep anymore?
I don't know, and I don't care 
If I ever will be there.

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Waiting for the super buzz, the second dose, the inspiration,
but something strange is going on.
I'm in the middle of another stupid conversation.
I can't believe so many days have gone by since I tried to talk to you,
but something strange is going on.
I've got both sides of it and I'm waiting for the other one to come. 
(where's the messenger?)
You're too late, great,
What am I supposed to say?
That he's done something wrong, and he's gonna have to pay.
Late, great,
What am I supposed to say?
That he begs to be beside you?
Off and running.
It's stunning, you're caught off guard.
You feel forgotten, afraid of, in the dark.
This fixer upper's not my idea of what you should be after,
not much laughter when you're penciled in.
Sometimes the sun isn't bright enough in your apartment, the sun.
You have to lean towards the lamp, to get anything done.
But you're too late, great,
What am I supposed to say?
That he's done something wrong, and he's gonna have to pay.
Late, great,
What am I supposed to say?

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