Wilco

Camera

I need a camera to my eye
To my eye reminding
Which lies have I been hiding
Which echoes belong

I've counted out the days
In Central Park
With gravel in my heart
With echoes in my palm
Phone my family tell them I'm lost on the sidewalk

No it's not O.K.

I smashed a camera
I wanna know why
To my eyes reminding
Which lies have I been hiding
Which echoes belong

I'm counting on
Days to see how far
I've driven in the dark
With gravel in my heart
Phone my family tell them I'm lost on the sidewalk

No it's not o.k.

I'm counted on
Those days in Central Park
With echoes in my heart
with gravel in my palm
Phone my family tell them I'm lost on the sidewalk

No it's not O.K.

No it's not O.K.

No it's not O.K.

Handshake Drugs (First Version)

I was chewing gum
For something to do
The blinds were being pulled
Down on the dew
Inside out of love
What a laugh I was looking for you
The saxophones
Started blowing me down
I was buried in sound
And the taxi cabs were driving me around
To the handshake drugs I bought downtown
The handshake drugs I bought downtown

Feeling poorly
I felt like a clown
I looked like someone I used to know
I was feeling alright
And if I ever was myself
I wasn’t that night

Oh it’s ok for you to say what you want from me
I believe that’s the only way for me to be
Exactly what you want me to be

Oh it’s ok for you to say what you want from me
I believe that’s the only way for me to be
Exactly what you want me to be

I was chewing gum
For something to do
The blinds were being pulled
Down on the dew
Inside out of love
What a laugh I was looking for you

The saxophones
Started blowing me down
I was buried in sound
And the taxi cabs were driving me around
To the handshake drugs I bought downtown
To the handshake drugs I bought downtown

I felt like a clown
They were translating poorly
I looked like someone I used to know

And if I ever was myself
I wasn’t that night
Oh it’s ok for you to say what you want from me
I believe that’s the only way for me to be
Exactly what you want me to be

Exactly what do you want me to be

Exactly what do you want me to be

Woodgrain

I’m not a poet
And I know it
There is no deep secret
Tossing inside me

I have no timing
I can’t form my feelings
Sometimes I rhyme
Sometimes I don’t

So go ahead, take a look at my kitchen
Take a look at the woodgrain there
What’s it for? That hardwood floor
Is where I’m walkin’ and thinkin’

Walkin’ and thinkin’

About you

A Magazine Called Sunset

There's a magazine called Sunset
And a tape machine that won't let
Me ever forget this impossible longing for you

Let's take a map across your pillow
And breathe the sky in through your window
I'll stay in the riddle and watch your books cave in

Oh maybe you're my inspiration
Just lead me to some new sensation
I'll make a little guide they can call our own

Cause there's a magazine called Sunset
And a tape machine that won't let
Me ever forget this impossible longing for you

Oh I'm a future fallout standing
In the present erase our phantom
There's a magazine
There's a magazine
Oh there's a magazine, oh yeah

Oh I'm a future fallout standing
In the present erase our phantom

Oh there's a magazine
And a tape machine
Oh that's everything

Oh there's a magazine
And a tape machine
Oh that's everything
Oh yeah

Bob Dylan's 49th Beard

You'll be happier when I'm gone
I'm much too busy to worry
I'll be sad and you'll feel bad
But I know you won't be sorry

And as I turn to go
Please don't wave goodbye
I refuse to cry
On roads that are paved
With men who behave
Like they know where they're goin'

And I'll stop along the way
And it's then I'll think of you
And I'll wonder if you knew
When I got blue

And things got weird
And I started growing
Bob Dylan's beard

More Like the Moon

I see you in the morning
Wearing only one shoe
I say, I see you've lost something
What're you gonna do?
You say but no, I found one
There's another out there for you
I see us all as customers
Holding no purchase so far
Collapsing galaxies
Feathered with falling stars
I see us all as something
But nothing like we truly are
Why don't you come to me now
More like you are
I know we should be grateful
Everything is falling apart
Everything is breaking
And it lifts my heart
To see you as an angel
As some ghostly work of art
Why don't you come to me now
Know who you are

2002

Australian EP

Credits + Notes

Tracks 2,3,5 & 6 written and produced by Wilco (Words Ampersand Music, BMI)
Recorded at Soma E.M.S., Chicago, in 2002 by Mikael Jorgensen.

Track 1 written by Jeff Tweedy with Jay Bennett and produced and recorded by Wilco in 2001; sonically altered by Wilco and M. Jorgensen in 2002.
Track 4 written by Jeff Tweedy and recorded by Wilco in 2001.

Mastered by Steve Rooke at Abbey Road, London