Альбом You Am I

I aint blue yet hell I aint even sick
But this big ol' bark sure sounds worse than its stink
Thick like dipsticks and white as a sheet
But for a pile of trash I sure smell sweet

Can in a bag for just $2.35
Nobody looks you straight in the eye
Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie?
Drop like butter, just let me fry

Been digging holes like I'm in need of work
I can't sit for a minute just dry my shirt
This city's been sucking on me like a cheap cigarette
It's drunk my drinks and cashed my bets

Can in a bag for just $2.35
Nobody looks you straight in the eye
Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie?
Drop like butter, just let me fry

Junk, Junk, Junk, Junk
Sure smell sweet for junk

Feed me I got my head interstate
got my head interstate when I'm alone
Give me a break, I've got to work up to hate
Only get out of bed when I'm alone
Give me a call, chest feeling small
It don't mean shit 'till I see it all
Got my head interstate
head interstate
head interstate
Got my head

Look I'm into staying in 'til
I get the gall to tell me that it's
Safe outside, a happy ending

Feed me another story that's true
another story brand new I can't forget
Diagnosis around from a book that you found
And a pill you won't have me swallow yet
Suck me a line, anything to feel right
Only get out of bed if you'll turn out the light

Got my head interstate

Look I'm into staying in 'til
I get the gall to tell me that it's
Safe outside, a happy ending

Feet in the stall, juicing the call
Don't mean nothing 'til you feel it all

This whole day was useless
Next one's gonna be worse
Cos I'm wearing this badge of fortune like
A criminals wears a curse
I want to chase that rabbit right off the rails
And rip this metal keeping my mouth in check
But I need that muzzle like a razor and a stubble
Cuttin all this history from my neck
Do you remember the gear I first saw you in
Eating mexican in '92?
In between your folks and a birthday toast
It was black from your fringe to your shoes
I'm picking apples out of paintings
And making record covers in the sky
I missed my boat sitting here imagining
Your face when you cry

Don't be cruel, come on be sugar in my tooth
I think I like what I don't know about you

This whole day threw up some tickets
None I'd ever choose
The sky's so heavy it hangs like a beer gut
Spilling stuff on my shoes
Don't get me wrong, I aint complaining
I still got my legs like an old Christmas tree
But if I got faith why am I so scared
Everybody's dying on me

Don't be cruel, come on be sugar in my tooth
I think I like what I don't know about you
Don't be cruel, come on be champagne in my shoe
I think I like what I don't know about you

Fish and chips stall down the south coast ready
I can show you what I'm worth
So set me up a bottle and salt and vinegar
If you get there first
I said if you get there first

Don't be cruel, come on be sugar in my tooth
I think I like what I don't know about you
Don't be cruel, come on be champagne in my shoe
I think I like what I don't know about you

Hate your friends
Cos they're the only ones that make you want to die
And they make their scene the priss and preen
They'll never get it right
The mirror on the living room wall
Aint been too kind since you hit grade four
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time

He's the boy you got
He's the ticket stub that never won a prize
And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face
Came straight from a fight

But he answers we he calls
And he's under six feet tall
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time

He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog
He's jeans never fit quite right
But there's a razor blade cut
And a feeling in your gut that says
There aint no way to disguise it

Hate your friends
Cos they're the only ones that make you want to die
And they make their scene the priss and preen
They'll never get it right

The ones who shine so bright
Are made or broke come Friday night
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
Just put your things away, you know its just not your

He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog
He's jeans never fit quite right
But there's a razor blade cut
And a feeling in your gut that says
There aint no way to disguise it

But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time
That's the way, we're gonna get it right

I shuffle 'round the Earth like a ping pong
To find something just to hang my hat on
And somewhere just to let my pants get dry
Heard a trucker on a pay phone gas mall
sort his deal out with a twent five cent call
Shooting through before his see-through coffee went cold

And it sure did seem a good deal to me
But my head's too soaked in Brilliantine
So just take me out, alright!

I've brushed over stations and channels
and combed the town corduroy and flannel
Only know who you are when you move and who you're with when you're alone
That's all I know

And it sure did seem a good deal to me
But my head's too soaked in Brilliantine
So just take me out, alright!

And top of the morn and slip of the day
Just don't sleep good since I been away
So here's to you, alright!

I think I've figured out a way to get by
I'll leave your bran sitting on a shelf
I think I figured out a cracking good way to get by
So kick me out, I'm going west, bye bye

And it sure did seem a good deal to me
But my head's too soaked in Brilliantine
So just take me out, alright!

And top of the morn and slip of the day
Just don't sleep good since I been away
So here's to you, alright!

Walk stupid like an expectant dad
waiting for your hand like I'm waiting for skylab
So kick me out, I'm going west, alright

He's the man without a plan
To shake it up and set you down again
A Bo Diddley walk a no more messing round the block
A seventeen watts is a all of what you got
So take me out and mess me 'round
I don't want style without a sound
It ain't clean but dig the scene
I heard the message now the message is mine

I heard the man, he bought the news
It came in loud and out of tune
Now I sleep like a bus conductor and dribbles like a dog
A double timing scratch to find the sound I'm thinking of

So take me out and mess me 'round
I don't want style without a sound
It ain't clean but dig the scene
I heard the message now the message is mine

Urgh all night, just be there
It don't make sense, think I care?

I heard the message, the message is mine

Did you really wanna come out tonight with me?
Did you just wanna go where everybody else goes?
Now I don't need to read your mind
To see or hear that you aint mine
Is it just one of us who's gonna take the last late night bus?
Come home
Come home with me
Come home with me

Your words will always stump me when
I just need something right
I wanna kiss you as the sun comes up
And turns out Friday night
I got a good mind to get right down to it
And forget the way I sweat when you're walking through my eye

Come home
Come home with me
Come home with me

I know that I should be ashamed
To see you walk away again
And I've heard every excuse before
But you're just too much for me to lose
Help me girl
Stop looking so good

Come home
Come home with me
Come home with me

Been watching so much TV
I'm thinner than I should be
I'm like a waterlogged ball
That no one wants to kick around anymore

And all day morning hairdo
That no comb can get through
It's all granola and beer
A calling card and a silk cut souvenir

I miss you like sleep
And there's nothing romantic bout the hours I keep
But it's the
The mornings when it starts
I don't look so good
Now I've got a heavy heart

Talk alot about football
And girls I kissed in grade four
I piss off my friends
I'm digging a hole just staring at the floor

And every t-shirts got a wine stain
I'm loving cigarettes again
I know every tune about
Guys and girl and hurts and hearts and moods

I miss you like sleep
And there's nothing romantic bout the hours I keep
But it's the
The mornings when it starts
I don't look so sharp
Now I've got a heavy heart

It's just a low rent paying
Palpitating
Pulp inside my shirt
But there's a weight that's sitting so hard
God it hurts
Oh it hurts

Got a new haircut
It cost me just six bucks
Filled a plastic bag with the stuff I need in a big dumb car I'm off my knees
Fill it up and make me start again
Ooh it's the rumble and moan
Transistor AM cassette drone
It's the sound without a home address and hydromatic hopelessness
Fill it up and start over again
Yeah fill it up and start over again and again

All night!
R. A. D. I. O.
Hit me hard and hit me low
Static engine blow the scene, rumble in the old machine
R. A. D. I. O.
Ah, hit me just like Lionel Rose
R. A. D. I. O.

I heard stomach and soul
A rumble underneath my toes
And it didn't come with a clear face, designer punk or daily rate
Fill it up and make it start again
Yeah fill it up, don't make me start again and again

All night!
R. A. D. I. O.
Hit me hard and hit me low
Static engine blow the scene a rumble in the old machine
R. A. D. I. O.
Ah hit me just like Lionel Rose

R. A. D. I. O.
A rumble in the old machine
R. A. D. I. O.
A rumble in the old machine
R. A. D. I. O.
Yeah, a rumble in the old machine
R. A. D. I. O.
A rumble in the old machine
Ronnie James D. I. O.

Fell down like Bocephus under all the noise and grease
Automatic mono-style rip me up, monkey style

There's a guy singing in the edge of the room
Making sounds through a face like a prune
He's got them fancy checkered pants and a chip in his tooth
Oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah
Suffocating from patchouli and smoke
Here's the fifty-first song that he wrote
About the girl who split fifty weeks ago
Oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah

And there's a weight sitting real heavy down there on his shoulder
The patented moves growing colder
The seventh chord just keeps getting older

Oh my soul, just hit me if I get on a roll
But this all sounded so good in the bedroom cold
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

But its only a 2 AM tune
With a bridge lifted from "My Aim Is True"
From the setlist drink to the practice room
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

But there's a weight sitting real heavy down there on his shoulder
The patented moves growing colder
The seventh chord just keeps getting older

And he knows just as sure as this microphone stinks
There's a change coming through and he ain't going home alone tonight

And there's a weight sitting real heavy down there on his shoulder
The seventh chord just keeps getting older
Is it me or is the room getting colder

Oh, we're going down, but don't it sound sweet
Feel the dust building up at our feet
The seventh chord just keeps getting older

Brush your hair to some Eurodisco trash
Two prophelactics and forty-five dollars cash
Corduroy jacket and some fifty buck shoes
That can lead like a lamp when they're a scrubbing up new
Sunday best on a Friday night alright
I'll meet you at the corner beneath the Goodyear foot sign
Where all dates are made by mobile
I'll send you a smoke signal just be there by nine

This smoke, I left it for you
To show Mum and Dad your new tattoo alright
So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?

There's a streetlight for each night your heart hit the deck
This drink says I love you, this drink says I couldn't care less
Kiss me so I know I'm alive
The drinks taste crap but they keep coming til five

Numbers on the wall, I got my ears like a shell
The phone stinks of chips, cheap wine, mouthwash and gel
C'mon we'll drink the last of the rent
And I'll leave my number right down on the strap of your dress

And it's late, and she's Sue
Cos I read it on the back of her boyfriends neck alright
So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?

Yeah, I had a plan, but how'd it fit with you?

I know this guy
If I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream
Some sit and wait for the ride
While others become the scene
And he can see a Wednesday morning
Like others see Friday night
It's all an open book
It's just how you vandalise
A double stitch on the shirttail
While the rest of us split on the seams
He talks about Art Blakey
And I pretend to know what he means
So now it's three gigs a night
While your girl digs up the UAE
And burn up like a matchstick
The whole damn city can see

The sun caught me hiding
Just enough for someone to see
My heart in my hands, the tracks of my glands
Cracking through the grit in my teeth
So when did you decide
That there's only so much you can lose?
The best choices come
Just when there's nothing left to choose

So you blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs
'Coz it's a weekend blitz on the dicks who just can't whistle the tune
Yeah and yeah hit while I sit here on my hands
Measuring compliments with a spoon
And I'm never too far away

I know this guy
If I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream
Some sit and wait for the ride
While others become the scene
And he can see a Wednesday morning
Like others see Friday night
It's all an open book
It's just how you vandalise