Am I
Tell Me Why
Butterflies
Communication
Joan of Arc
Stay Close To Me
Invisible
My Sister
Tara
Forget Song
Wine
am i, am i, am i wasting your time?
lemon, lemon, lemon, tasting your lime
shoe shine, shoe shine, shoe shine, making shoes shine
i was taking out the garbage when i saw a piece of cabbage
and he was telling me to get a real life
imagine that, a piece of cabbage can substitute for a head of lettuce
but never give good advice
so watch me, watch me, watch me as i watch you
thinking, thinking, thinking what should i do?
shoe shine, shoe shine, shoe shine, making shoes new
i was cleaning out my trashcan when i swear i heard the sandman
and he was telling me to get a real life
imagine that, i heard the sandman, he doesn't even exist
and he was offering me, offering me advice
well, i'm a, i'm a, i'm a mountain you climb
take me, take me, take me up mine(???)
it feels, it feels like i'm wasting your time
worlds of possibility are open to me presently
except the world where i get along with everybody else
and books and books could be written about the time that i spent sitting
wondering when i'm gonna stand up for myself
am i, am i, am i wasting your time?
lemon, lemon, lemon, tasting your lime
shoe shine, shoe shine, shoe shine, making shoes shine(???)
i was watching dna genes when i saw Mr. Greenjeans
and he was telling me to get a real life
imagine that, Mr. Greenjeans, doesn't even have his own tv show
and he was offering me, offering me advice
so confess, confess, confess to me your crime
is it, is it, is it awful like mine?
it feels, it feels like i'm wasting your time
tell me why you treat me so bad
if you only knew what you put me through
whenever you laugh when i say Ili love you,,
and if you could see my heart breaking in me
when you fall in love with everybody but me
do you know what's up when you stand me up
all day i go thirsty just to fill your cup
and i propose a toast to me and your ghost
all day i run empty while you just coast
would your flowery eyes get wilty?
would your proud conceit get guilty?
tell me why you treat me so bad
and if you only knew every single clue
of the mystery of why i'm laughed at by you
and if you could see the animosity
of the walls around that won't let me be(???)
do you still believe that i wouldn't leave
i used to be your boyfriend, now i'm just a pet peeve
i leave you all alone, i call you on the phone
you pick it up and tell my that you're not home
would your soul control over me finish?
would your hip-hop reputation diminish?
tell me why you treat me so bad
speaking of the truth, i like to hear that once in a while
and i'll even listen to all your vanity
utter lies are like butterflies
they just both die in a couple of days
show me all your proof, put it right in front of my eyes
and i'll even listen to all your vanity
utter lies are like butterflies
they just both die in a couple of days
and what's in me and what's in you, we're just bricks on the floor
solid ground for standing when we kick down the door
and it leaves my heart room for expanding on you
it gets to me, but you don't have to wait for me
because i'm already yours
tell me about your life, i'd like to hear that story again
especially the part about your vanity
honest words are like august thirds
they just both come maybe once in a year
and keeping your opinions to a quiet little hush
it's like brushing your teeth with a razor, shaving with a toothbrush
just leaves your heart room for exploding all over me
and then it gets to you, but you don't have to wait for me
because i'm already yours
tell me about your life, ild like to hear that story again
especially the part about your vanity
utter lies are like butterflies
they just both die in a couple of days
They broke up a week ago.
Since then his life's been so-so.
When he hears her name, he starts to think about-the flame, the forest fire in her eyes.
And when she looks at him, the scars get ripped up open again.
They decided to be friends.
But they have yet to make amends.
He thinks of all the laughs, the little muscles in her calves.
And it comes as no surprise,
When she looks at him, the stitches break up open again.
The more he thinks about her, the more she thinks about him.
They got a little problem,
Communication.
The more he thinks about her, the more she thinks about him.
They got a little problem,
Communication.
She gives back the ring her bought her,
Friend and lover, oil and water.
But every now and then he thinks that maybe they could blend.
No matter how he tries,
When she looks at him, the Band-Aid breaks up open again.
The more he thinks about her, the more she thinks about him.
They got a little problem,
Communication.
The more he thinks about her, the more she thinks about him.
They got a little problem,
Communication, yeah.
They broke up a week ago.
Since then his life's been so-so.
He feels the price he paid.
She knows he thinks about the blaze, the forest fire in her eyes.
But every now and then he finds one of her long, brown strands of hair under his pillow.
And he calls her house just to hear her say...Hello? .... Hello?
He puts on a good disguise, but she can tell it's him.
The stigmata breaks open again, yeah.
The more he talks about her, the more she talks about him.
They got a little problem,
Communication.
The more he thinks about her, the more she thinks about him.
They got a little problem,
Communa, communa, communa, communa...
The more he thinks about her, the more she thinks about him.
Yeah, they got a little problem,
Communication.
Yeah, they got a little problem,
Communication
Yeah, they got a little problem,
Communication..
Canopies and circuses came to me in dreams of you.
Came to me spinning through,
Rejoicing at the thought of winning you and your love.
Inspiration says to me kiss the way you kissed when you found her.
Watch out for tears they might drown her.
Then they'll sail quick without the weight of an anchor
But I'll fly myself when I visit Saint Joseph.
On my pilgrimage to your heart, I will pray to Joan of Arc.
I'm sure she can save me from loneliness.
But I'll fly myself when I visit Saint Joseph.
On my pilgrimage to your heart, I will pray to Joan of Arc.
I'm sure she can save me from loneliness
Canopies and circuses...
Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo.
Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo..
Stay close to me.
The candle's got a long way to burn.
If you stay close to me, I will stay close to you.
If you stay close to me, you know there's a lot that we can learn.
If you stay close to me, I will stay close to you.
I light a candle to remind myself the way you light a path.
And on your epitaph I hope I can stamp my last name.
It's not to say I can stop the wind that makes the candle flicker.
I'm just a basket mad of wicker, and I will hold you.
If you stay close to me, I will stay close to you.
If you stay close to me, I will stay close to you.
I light a candle to remind myself the way you light the way.
And on your wedding day, I hope I'm standing next to you.
It's not to say I can guarantee my love is with no flaw.
I'm just a basket made of straw, and I will hold you.
And if you want to hide from any inner feelings,
You don't even have to let me know.
You see that I know what it feels like when your soul peels away.
You don't know what it's peeling for until it gets to the core, to the core.
And if you stay close to me, I will stay close to you.
If you stay close to me, I will stay close to you.
If you stay close to me, I will stay close to you.
If you stay close to me, I will stay close to you.
Sometimes I wish I were invisible, I do.
Stroke your soft hair, and you'd think it was the wind blowing by.
Kiss your neck and you'd think it was the wing of a butterfly.
I'd steal bluebonnets of the side of highway 35.
But in reality, I'm as worthless as a dime in a jewelery store.
For bits and pieces of you, I'm a scavenger.
If your lips were money, you'd be Rockafeller.
That's why when you're gone dear, I'm so poor.
Baby when you're gone dear, I am so poor.
Sometimes I wish I were invisible, I do.
Then you'd never see me go crazy,
Go broke, go hungry over you.
19 years old, she leaves her family
Says she needs to find her identity
Nothing's in the way, not even finances
Before she gets too old she wants to take her chances
20 years old, she dates a big jock
She screams at everybody cause she don't know how to talk
Color contacts can't hide her brown eyes
Tight bicycle shorts can't hide her fat thighs
She can't decide where to go
She can't decide who to be
She can't decide who to trust
That's why she never trusts me
21 years old, and she is with child
Her man skips town and the bills are getting piled
She doesn't want anything out of proportion
She doesn't tell a soul about her abortion
22 years old, her man gets a porsche
And when she wasn't looking her parents got divorced
Her mother wasn't bad, her father wasn't either
They had their little moments, I guess you had to be there
What's to become of my sister?
23 years old, she drops out of school
Her heart is like a big car, runs out of fuel
Now she wants a kid, and so she gets married
Her wedding's like a funeral, everything is buried
24 years old, she settles out of court
Her ex doesn't pay any child support
She smokes a lot, drinks a lot, tries to kill the pain
of watching her marriage go down the drain
25 years old, she calls me up again
We talk about our childhood way back when
Our mom wasn't so bad, our father wasn't either
They had their lovely moments, I guess you had to be there
What's to become of my sister?
She was a feminist, now she's a man hater
The bite of bad love has teeth like an alligator
She's got lovely, luscious hair, eyes that like to stare, smiles everywhere.
Her name is Tara.
She's got a lovely British face, I'm a basket case.
I can't keep up with her pace.
Her sister is my girlfriend.
She develops her own photographs.
Football bruises on her calves.
When I talk about her, everybody laughs.
Her sister is my girlfriend.
And, if I get amnesia and a brain transplant,
I won't forget the things I can't do and the things I can.
And, if I get amnesia and a brain transplant,
I'd fall in love with you except for the fact for the fact that I love your sister more.
Tara, Tara, Tara.
No makeup on her skin, artificial is a sin.
She makes my head spin, in a swivel.
Her dad collects antiques, her mom watches Twin Peaks.
With an English accent she speaks.
Her sister is my girlfriend.
She develops her own photographs.
Football bruises on her calves.
When I talk about her, everybody laughs.
Her sister is my girlfriend.
And, if I get amnesia and a brain transplant,
I won't forget the things I can't do and the things I can.
And, if I get amnesia and a brain transplant,
I'd fall in love with you except for the fact for the fact that I love your sister more.
Tara, Tara, Tara, oh.
Her name is Tara, oh no.
Her sister is my girlfriend, Tara, yeah, yeah.
She forgets my first name, she forgets my last name.
When I look at her and she looks at me, we forget the world's pain.
She forgets to call me, she forgets to write me.
When I look at her and she looks at me, we forget to be angry.
She forgets my anniversary, she forgets my nationality.
She forgets that I fall in love with her flower child mentality.
Now I just can't resist her innocence when she forgets my first name.
(Spanish verse)
Olvida me nombre...
She forgets my anniversary, she forgets my nationality.
And, she forgets that I fall in love with her flower-child mentality.
I just can't resist her innocence when she forgets my first name.
She forgets my anniversary, she forgets my nationality.
And, she forgets to fall in love with her flower-child mentality.
I just can't resist her innocence when she forgets my first name.
Conscientiously I am lost.
The things you said went over my head.
Hopefully, the confusion in my soul won't gravitate up to my head.
But, I doubt it will make much sense before we run out of time.
So, let's just dance before we run out of wine.
Your great-grandparents died long ago.
And, you never met them.
What does that have to do with me?
It rained for the first time in a long time yesterday.
And, now its getting hotter today.
Carelessly, drunkedly from the trees the warm rain drips
Carelessly, drunkedly like "I love you's from your lips.
In New Orleans it's much more humid than I can stand.
But, I like Dixieland and the Neville Brothers.
But, I bet you're saying this story has nothing to do with you.
So, let's just talk before we run out of time.
Let's go for a swim before we run out of sunshine.
Let's dance before we run out of wine.
Don't worry, I'll get someone to drive you home.