Wilco

Hey Chicken

I hear you whisper
I hear you whine
I hear you hangin'
On a sour grape vine
Oh, why so angry?
What's mine is mine
You got resentment
You're sick and tired
You want me broken
You want me dead
I'm livin' rent-free
In the back of your head
Hey, chicken
You're all talk
Hey, chicken
You're all talk
Oh, uh-oh
Boo-hoo
I see your sister
She's lookin' fine
Oh, she's been hangin'
On my sour grape vine
Oh, why so angry?
Just rise above it man
It's been a long time
You want me broken
You want me dead
I'm livin' rent-free
In the back of your head

The Ruling Class

He resurfaced on the sidewalk on my block the other day
Yeah it's a fact, check it sorry charlie honey he's back from LA
So son you better turn it around, yeah Christ is on his way across town
He was gettin' tired of hangin' around
Yeah he's back jack, smokin' crack, find him if you wanna get found
he's having supper with the upper management of a new regime
He's in a new jacket, tax bracket, sandals and a dark pair of jeans
He's got deductions right on down the line
Dependent claims on all of my mankind
Have no fear he's right here drinking beer just trying to get down
he resurfaced on the sidewalk on my block the other day
Yeah it's a fact, check it--sorry charlie honey he's back from the grave
You better turn your frown upside down, yeah Christ is on his way across town
He was gettin' tired of hangin' around
Yeah he's back jack, shootin' smack, find him if you wanna get down
Yeah he's back jack, smokin' crack, find him if you wanna get found

Answers to Your Questions

You always write to ask
How come I don't write back
I could tell you
But then I'd have to write
A letter that would start
I finally found it in my heart
Now to forgive you
What do you want me to say?
Ask yo
"How was your day?"
Well, I could tell you
But then I'd have to care
What you did last night
Or the thousand since you crossed my sight
I wouldn't know you
Is there a need for me to hear
Every last detail
Of pleasant dreams that accumulate like unwanted mail
If it's as bad as you say
Maybe this will make it go away
This is an answer

Apostolic

Stupid As The Sun

Every little hair on my neck is a wreck
Black and blue because of you
My back's out of place
I need a brace and my face is askew
Now that's hard to do
Come on let me down
We can work something out
If my dad comes by, you'll fry
He'll give you something to write about

It was funny at first
Now I'm cursed with the worst living will
On this hill
You think I could get a bit
Of your soul's debt and free will
Because I'm footing the bill
Come on let me down
You've all had your fun
Even my mom's given up on me
I'm as stupid as the sun

Got assigned here
Not a good career
Preacher man in demand
When I took this job, on it said
I'd get a lot of sun, sea, and sand
And a burial plan
Come on let me down
I'm resigning now
I got an offer from the other guy
That's starting to look good right now

Pretty Sparks

Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Summer, summer, don't be deceived
Don't be defeated by a stranger to your strangest needs
Don't be denied
Don't be overrated, or be rated or identified

What some of you were coming through
What some of you were coming through
What some of you were going through, too rightly
What some of you were going through, too rightly

Don't be completed by a namer of your strangе disease
Don't be dеnied
Don't be overrated, or be rated or identified

What some of you were coming through
What some of you were coming through
What some of you were going through, too rightly
What some of you were going through, too rightly

An Ecumenical Matter

instrumental

Thou Shalt Wilt

Now gather round and check this shit out
I found a simple way to keep us all devout
If there's one thing we can all agree about
Why not make it ten and banish any doubt
Let's start it rolling by coverin' number ten
Cut off the heat then there'll be a retreat
Amen
Now we come to number nine
Falls neatly next in line
Woah after number ten
Don't think we'll see them here again
Steal a look at number eight
What better way to procreate
Just take em out one at a time
You can't be serious
You look so good in that wedding dress
I need time to assess
I don't wanna acquiesce
Six has a spicy ring to it
A harder one to commit
I think this one will be a hit
Now that's what I call holy writ
We wanna take a closer look at number five
Could it apply if implied that they're not alive
Number four is such a pain
The Sabbath thing is so arcane
I don't wanna desecrate
My only day to sleep in late
Don't take his name in vain
From this one you want to abstain
We must set a clear mandate
The best damn way to conjugate
We're almost to the end
If Heaven you want to ascend
Just take 'em out one at a time
You shall have no other God but me
You shall have no other God but me
You shall have no other God but me...

Wreckroom

From the valley towards the mountain
You'll get there through the valley
Go with your eyes down when you're there
And all you see

In a flash, in a stream
Golden and small
Relentless and understood
In the hills, inside you

If the something that you missed is something you can't find with time

We are less and less evolving
Giant's getting zoomed in
Focus on the planets
In the life that you can't name
Don't you know they have names?
Forget the mountains
The depths of dreaming in the valley
Forget me

If the something that you missed is something you can't find with time

Wanted

When I say she's a rapist that really isn't what I mean
It was all in my imagination
To be claimed so easily

She's not so well-rounded
She has horns you don't see
She does whatever she wants
And I swear she wanted me

Loving force of will
By deceiving me with skill
Somehow religion enters in
And god cracks through her moist skin
Twittles from her baton
Her hair suggests roller skating
Whispers through her perfume
Just above her parents room

She's not so well-rounded
She has horns you don't see
She does whatever she wants
Oh I swear she wanted me

She knows what she wants
She wants what she knows
She wants this to mean nothing
And that sounds fair to me
She's not so well-rounded
She has horns you don't see
She does whatever she wants
Oh I swear she wanted me
Oh I swear she wanted me
2006

2006

Loose Fur – Born Again in the USA

Credits + Notes

2006 Released by Drag City
Collaboration with Jeff Tweedy, Glenn Kotche and Jim O'Rourke
Track list
Hey Chicken
The Ruling Class
Answers to Your Questions
Apostolic
Stupid as the Sun
Pretty Sparks
An Ecumenical Matter
Thou Shalt Wilt
Wreckroom
Wanted