Wilco

Via Chicago

I dreamed about killing you again last night And it felt alright to me Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies I sat and watched you bleed Buried you alive in a fireworks display Raining down on me Your cold, hot blood ran away from me To the sea I printed my name on the back of a leaf And I watched it float away The hope I had in a notebook full of white, dry pages Was all I tried to save But the wind blew me back via Chicago In the middle of the night And all without fight At the crush of veils and starlight I know I'll make it back One of these days and turn on your TV To watch a man with a face like mine Being chased down a busy street When he gets caught I won't get up And I won't go to sleep I'm coming home, I'm coming home Via Chicago Where the cups are cracked and hooked Above the sink They make me think Crumbling ladder tears don't fall They shine down your shoulders Crawling is screw faster lash I blow it with kisses Rest my head on a pillowy star And a cracked door moon Says I haven't gone too far I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home Via Chicago I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home Searching for a home Searching for a home Searching for a home Via Chicago I'm coming home I'm coming home Instrumental credits: Jeff Tweedy – vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, synthesizers Jay Bennett – banjo, piano, organ, moog, tambourine John Stirratt – bass Ken Coomer – drums

Laminated Cat (aka Not For The Season)

springtime comes
and the leaves are back
on the trees again
snipers are harder to see
(my friends)
weeding out the weekends

summer comes
and gravity undoes you
you're happy because
of the lovely way the sunshine bends
hiding from your close friends
weeding out the weekends

candy left over from halloween
a unified theory of everything
love left over from lovers leaving
books they all know
they're not worth reading

it's not for the season

when autumn comes
you sit in your chair
and you stare
at the tv square
hiding in the deep end
weeding out the weekends

winter comes
and the days all start late
there's motion on the boughs
where the dark shapes prowl
feeling all the feeling
feeling out the feeling

candy left over from halloween
a unified theory of everything
love left over from lovers leaving
books they all know
they're not worth reading

they're not worth reading

Lost Love

Lost love in the desert
Lost love on the sea
If you can put it behind you
But it's still beyond me
'Cause hearts break in the summer
And they meet me in the spring
Broken hearts all around me
But I don't feel a thing
Love love on the highway
Lost love on the phone
Lost love with a suitcase
Heading back home
Where hearts break in the summer
When they meet in the spring
Mines still wrapped inside me
But I don't feel a thing
You're my lost love, I can't see
That you're coming back for me
You're the travel I can't find
And it's only a matter of time
Should've taken it all so hard
Should've taken it all so hard
My lost love

Muzzle Of Bees

There’s a random painted highway And a muzzle of bees My sleeves have come unstitched From climbing your tree When dogs laugh some say they’re barking I don’t think they’re mean Some people get so frightened The fences in between The sun gets passed from tree to tree Silently Then back to me With a breeze blown through Pushed up against the sea Finally back to me I’m assuming you got my message On your machine I’m assuming you love me And you know what that means The sun gets passed from sea to sea Silently And back to me With a breeze blown through Pushed up above the leaves With a breeze blowing through My head upon your knee Half of it’s you Half is me Half of it’s you Half is me Instrumental Credits Jeff Tweedy Vocals, Acoustic Baritone 12 String & Lead Guitar John Stirratt Piano, Background Vocals Glenn Kotche Drums Leroy Bach Bass Mikael Jorgensen Piano & Farfisa Organ Jim O'Rourke Acoustic Guitar & Piano

Ashes of American Flags

The cash machine Is blue and green For a hundred in twenties And a small service fee I could spend three dollars And sixty-three cents On diet coca-cola And unlit cigarettes I wonder why We listen to poets When nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful This machine begs for luck All my lies are always wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I want a good life With a nose for things A fresh wind and bright sky To enjoy my suffering A hole without a key If I break my tongue Speaking of tomorrow How will it ever come All my lies are always wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I'm down on my hands and knees Every time the doorbell rings I shake like a toothache When I hear myself sing All my lies are only wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I would like to salute The ashes of American flags And all the falling leaves Filling up shopping bags  

Dawned On Me

I’ve been young
I’ve been old
I’ve been hurt
And consoled
Heart of coal
Heart of gold
So I’m told

I’ve been lost
I’ve been found
I’ve been taken
By the sound
Of my own voice
The voices in my head

I can’t help it if I fall in
Love with you again I’m calling
Just to let you know
It dawned on me

Every night is a test
To the east from the west
The sun rises and sets
That’s the sun at it’s best

I forget, then I know
I’d regret letting you go
Sometimes I can’t believe how dark it can be

I can’t help it if I fall in
Love with you again I’m calling
Just to let you know
It dawned on me
It dawned on me

So on
And so forth
And again
I will stop to begin
At the end

I can’t help it if I fall in
Love with you again I’m calling
Just to let you know
It dawned on me

Oh I can’t help it if I fall in
Love with you again I’m calling
Just to let you know
It dawned on me

In a Future Age

A genuine
Day will come
When the wind
Decides to run
And shakes the stairs
That stab the wall
And turns a page
In the future age

Some trees will bend
And some will fall
But then again
So will us all
Let’s turn our prayers
To outrageous dares
And mark our page
In a future age

High above
The sea of cars
And barking dogs
In fenced-in yards

Instrumental credits:
Jeff Tweedy – vocals, acoustic, bowed and tremolo guitars
Jay Bennett – piano, organ, backing vocals
John Stirratt – bass
Ken Coomer – drums

I Am Trying to Break Your Heart

I am an American aquarium drinker I assassin down the avenue I'm hiding out in the big city blinking What was I thinking when I let go of you Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning Let's undress just like cross-eyed strangers This is not a joke so please stop smiling What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt I want to glide through those brown eyes dreaming Take you from the inside (baby) hold on tight You were so right when you said I've been drinking What was I thinking when we said good night I want to hold you in the bible black predawn You're quite a quiet domino bury me now Take off your band aid cuz I don't believe in touchdowns What was I thinking when we said hello I always thought that if I held you tightly You would always love me like you did back then Then I fell asleep in the city kept blinking What was I thinking when I let you back in I am trying to break your heart I am trying to break your heart But still I'd be lying if I said it wasn't easy I am trying to break your heart Disposable Dixie cup drinker I assassin down the avenue I've been hiding out in the big city blinking What was I thinking when I let go of you (I'm the man who loves you)    

Hummingbird

his goal in life was to be an echo
riding alone, town after town, toll after toll
a fixed bayonet through the great southwest
to forget her

she appears
in his dreams
but in his car, and in his arms
a dream could mean anything
a cheap sunset on a television set could upset her
but he never could

remember to remember me
standing still in your past
floating fast like a hummingbird

his goal in life was to be an echo
the type of sound that floats around
and then back down like a feather
but in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans
no one could hear him
or anything

so he slept, on a mountain
in a sleeping bag underneath the stars,
he would lie awake and count them
but the great fountain spray of the great Milky Way
would never let him
die alone

remember to remember me
standing still in your past
floating fast like a hummingbird
remember to remember me
standing still in your past
floating fast like a hummingbird
a hummingbird
a hummingbird

Instrumental Credits


Jeff Tweedy Vocals
John Stirratt Electric Rhythm Guitar & Background Vocals
Glenn Kotche Drums
Mikael Jorgensen Piano
Jim O'Rourke Bass & Electric Lead Guitar
Frankie Montouro Hammer Dulcimer
Karen Waltuch Viola

I'm Always In Love

Why, I wonder is my heart full of holes And the feeling goes but my hair keeps growing Will I set the sun On a big-wheeled wagon Well I'm bragging I'm always in love When I let go of your throat, sweet throttle When I clean the lash of your black-belt model Will I catch the moon Like a bird in a cage It's for you I swoon I'm always in love I don't get the connection If this is only a test I hope I do my best You know I won't forget When I fold the cold in my jet-lag palm When I soak so long I forget my mother Will I set the sun On a big-wheeled wagon Well I'm bragging I'm always in love It's a drag I snag Well I'm always in love Well I'm worried I'm always in love I'm worried I'm worried I'm worried I'm always in love I'm worried I'm worried I'm worried I'm always in love I'm worried I'm worried I'm worried I'm always in love I'm worried I'm worried I'm worried I'm always in love   Instrumental credits: Jeff Tweedy – vocals, baritone guitar Jay Bennett – bass, piano, keyboards, drums, backing vocals John Stirratt – piano, backing vocals Ken Coomer – drums

Sky Blue Sky

Oh, the band marched on in formation The brass was phasing Tunes I couldn’t place Windows open and Raining in Maroon, yellow, blue, gold and gray The drunks were ricocheting The old buildings downtown Empty so long ago Windows broken and dreaming So happy to leave what was my home With a sky blue sky This rotten time Wouldn’t seem so bad to me now Oh, I didn’t die I should be satisfied I survived That’s good enough for now With a sky blue sky This rotten time Wouldn’t seem so bad to me now Oh, if I didn’t die I should be satisfied I survived That's good enough for now Written by Jeff Tweedy Instrumental Credits Jeff Tweedy – vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar John Stirratt – bass Glenn Kotche – drums Mikael Jorgensen – piano Nels Cline – lap steel Pat Sansone – Chamberlin

2017

Together At Last

Credits + Notes

Release Date: June 23, 2017 Together At Last: Loft Acoustic Session 1 — eleven new solo acoustic recordings of classic Wilco tunes plus Loose Fur and Golden Smog rarities. Produced by Jeff Tweedy and Tom Schick. Recorded in January 2016 at The Loft (Chicago, IL). Engineered and Mixed by Tom Schick at The Loft. Mastered by Bob Ludwig at Gateway Mastering (Portland, ME). Track Listing:

  1. Via Chicago
  2. Laminated Cat
  3. Lost Love
  4. Muzzle of Bees
  5. Ashes of American Flags
  6. Dawned on Me
  7. In a Future Age
  8. I’m Trying to Break Your Heart
  9. Hummingbird
  10. I’m Always in Love
  11. Sky Blue Sky