Copyright © 1996,1997 Rumpus. All Rights Reserved

Against Myself August At the Track BAM Covered in Ants Donna Drag Eleanor Rigby Fairweather Feel Hardcopy Headlines In the Wee Hours Latin Gate The Pin Machine Reclamation Red Ranger Top Floor Waiting on Mine Yellow Slicker Against Myself (Ide) sideways glances shot across a room her bullets burn like a flower blooms orpheus leads euridice home if he don't let go he'll be singing alone i been there and back again meters measure the signal sent my orbit's going retrograde yeah i fade away things i say can't be repeated things i say can't be repeated blackboard draw the diagram quick obsession is so fucking sick chorus yeah, you turn me against myself August (Ide) so long so hard when you're left inside when your left hand sighs i get my mad on i get my freak on so fine so wrong when you're left inside when your left hand sighs i get my mad on i get my freak on chorus what is wrong here? what is wrong with me? At the Track (Ide) honey white and butter wasp you follow me you follow me you follow me you follow me vicious victor and black vengeance you follow me you follow me you follow me you follow me momma's girl and daddy's boy you follow me you follow me you follow me you follow me chorus at the track at the track at the track at the track it's where we smoke crack and now we can't go back Bust a Move (Young, Dike, Ross) Covered in Ants (Ide) i'm numb and funky i can't type i'm a junky i'm far gone and wierd stop me you can't feedback and killian's i'm gone i'm numb over and over and over and again and again and again and again i'm a few beats off i'm hammered i'm insane it doesn't matter it's my instrument it's my forebearance it's a detriment i'm covered in ants chorus just try just try just try and stop me Donna (Ide) show me my baby show me care show me crazy show me there babysitter i wish babysitter i know babysitter i'm sick babysitter now you know donnadonnadonnadonnadonnadonnadonna i don't wannawannawannawannawannawannawanna but i'm gonnagonnagonnagonnagonnagonnagonna with donnadonnadonnadonnadonnadonnadonna chorus don't you know, you're the only person i ever hated don't you know, you're the only person i've ever known Drag (Ide) the answer doesn't matter if the question's kinda trendy i can't hang out with the crowd-curse of the semi-friendly i smile too much when it pays to frown it helps to have some friends to drag you down chorus it's a drag Eleanor Rigby (Lennon, McCartney) Fairweather (Ide) it's a strange thing to be so far away from yourself that you can't feel yourself spinning down you're winding down there are some days where you can't see the eye for the skull behind it make up your mind it's a fine line just in time all the sweet things are gone from your mouth all your story-book birds have flown south you get cold and mean you get old and lean you get all tied up in making the scene a little touch up makes you look obscene chorus i want to sparkle i want to shine i want to be everything divine but i spend my time falling into line behind these fairweather friends of mine Feel (Ide) the killer hovered like a lover circling his prey with eyes open gonna discover uncover feel the priest taught or so he thought immaculate misconception it was all for naught he lost all he sought it was too real tv screen the other kids are mean mother says it's just a phase love it seems is naked dreams and it's the end of me chorus and i can feel see it all the open is ugly but it's the truth Hardcopy Headlines (Green) their theories tell me this while their mouths tell me that yeah, i'll get free advice if i put the change down in their hat "according to freud," he'll say . . . i'll avert my gaze "put your feet up, talk to me" my eyes stinging in the smoky haze Chorus 1 if i know better then why am i here? hard copy headlines are decency's worst fear the arguing voices are all that i hear a day when everything was near and now there's a road more traveled though it shouldn't have to be so do they worry that it taxes my brain to be scurrying to and fro? perhaps i'm good for another session to keep my faculties intact but the wheel lies in my grip today steering clear of all contact Chorus 2 i do know better yet still live in fear let the hard copy headlines tell the world i'm queer now and again a loving voice will reappear reminds me of a day when everything was near tell me it's what's best In the Wee Hours (Ide) drop a flower on the ground, my love and i'll be yours yesterday give me some support in the wee hours and i'll pay you back in spades take me on the trestle over the river watch the shit fall from my shoes put a coat over me if i shiver follow me down to the low district pull me out of all my fights give me an arresting look across the room take me home and read me my rights chorus all i want is a little time all i want is a piece of my mind all i want tonight is a friend all i want is someone to put me to bed Latin Gate (Ide) travelling is a fading way to an early grave run through the jungle past the poison home for a few days i can say "but hey" and try my best to pretend i'm not tired of you try to meminisse before it all drifts away i might spend all my time in lands of make-believe when it gets too real you start to deceive chorus i can be barefoot cigar in my hand latin gate is a picture-framed away too beautiful to be discrete The Pin Machine (Ide) and so it comes to pass that i may remember the girl with the aquiline nose who i met in december on a forty second street they beat my feet so that i could be a member devotion like that is the type that a body just can't forget look out-someone got crass and sprang the beasts from out of their fetters bring in something from the outside just to make it better midnight sight, ecstasy, and dirty boy letters man you run yourself too hard but it's like a race to forget her the types of violence scroll in tandem across the screen everybody's got style everybody's playing the scene she was shot to the stars last night like nobody that i'd ever seen everybody makes a perfect replica of themselves in the pin machine chorus she will always come down Reclamation (Ide) sometimes you'll do strange things lately all my nights have been the same suddenly the only guy i know isn't anything yeah, he was set loose in a bad dream "i had a point about a minute ago" he says but i haven't been following him hope i hit my peak one of these days before my hands get too thin frightened of a sunrise and what the light might bring i've been cutting my fingers off to get at the rings yeah, sometimes you do strange things yeah sometimes you become a stange thing chorus I know it's a strange thing coda bryan it's ten o'clock do you know where i am mother it's ten o'clock when are you coming to get me? Red Ranger (Ide) a bank a heist a crook he flies help is on the way x3 gonna live to see another day the mob a hit a job for him they won't get away x3 they'll get their's if he gets his way a side a kick a friend for him he's got antennas on his head antennas on his head x2 they let him talk to his super-friends Top Floor (Ide) I went to the top Just to see what I could see When the elevator stopped There wasn't very much left of me in a transparent daze stumble out into the rain drop off cliff passing lane time and time again rushing back and again to meet like beads on a bicycle spoke nectar ain't so sweet if you drink too much to choke Chorus All the pretty city people keep a'coming down and laughing at me Waiting on Mine (Milk Shake) (Ide) Now I don't think I love her But I get kinda thick when he calls her name Over milkshakes Sweet nothings Well, I'd like to offer her something But I feel like I don't have Anything At all Now I'm not sure I love her I have to be thick when she calls my name For a deep Enlightening chat Well, I don't know about that She probably sees it As a diversion It's my life Well, I don't think I love her She's saying goodnight from the hall He smiles He's always smiling Yeah I'm whiling Away vast tracts of time Waiting to be sown Waiting on mine Chorus Her attention is another matter-it matters Yellow Slicker (Ide) i know a girl she's like a shrew and if you're a weaker mammal she dig on you she make a burrow with her nose when it's cold outside that's where she goes i know a girl got a big red car and if you're laughing she'll take a joke a little too far she makes wishes on a distant star it don't get her funny jokes it don't wash her car i know a girl she's way out there she sings and dances with a trained pygmy bear circus sideshow in old detroit don't make me love her like bruce benoit chorus but i got a yellow slicker makes my skin a little thicker