Wilco

I Must Be High

You Always wanted more time To do

What you always wanted to do Now you got it And I, I must be high To say goodbye Bye bye bye

You Never said you needed this Now you're pissed that you missed The very last kiss From my lips And I, I must be high To say goodbye Bye bye bye

You Never looked in my eyes Long enough to find Any piece of mind But now you got it And I, I must be high To let you say goodbye

I  must be high Bye bye bye Bye bye bye

Instrumental credits: Jeff Tweedy – vocals, guitar John Stirratt – bass Max Johnston – dobro Ken Coomer – drums Brian Henneman – guitar Lloyd Maines – pedal steel guitar

Box Full of Letters

I've got a box full of letters
I think you might like to read
Some things that you might like to see
But they're all addressed to me

I wish I had a lotta answers
'Cause that's the way it should be
For all these questions
Being directed at me

I just can't find the time

To write my mind
The way I want it to read

You'll come back again
And I'll still be your friend

I got a lot of your records
In a separate stack
Some things that I might like to hear, but I
Guess I'll give 'em back

I wish I had a lotta answers
'Cause that's the way it should be
For all these questions
Being directed at me

Just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

You'll come back again
And I'll still be your friend

I can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

Just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

Instrumental credits:
Jeff Tweedy – vocals, guitar
John Stirratt – bass, vocals
Max Johnston – dobro
Ken Coomer – drums
Brian Henneman – guitars

Passenger Side

Hey, wake up
Your eyes weren't open wide
For the last couple of miles
You've been swerving from side to side
You're gonna make me spill my beer
If you don't learn how to steer

Passenger side
Passenger side
I don't like riding
On the passenger side

Roll another number for the road
You're the only sober person I know
Won't you let me make you a deal
Just get behind the wheel

Passenger side
Passenger side
I don't like riding
On the passenger side

Should've been the driver
Could've been the one
I should've been your lover
But I hadn't seen

Can you take me to the store, and then the bank?
I've got five dollars we can put in the tank
I've got a court date coming this June
I'll be driving soon

Passenger side
Passenger side
I don't like riding
On the passenger side
I don't like riding
On the passenger side

Instrumental credits:
Jeff Tweedy – vocals, acoustic guitar
John Stirratt – bass
Max Johnston – mandolin, fiddle
Ken Coomer – drums
Brian Henneman – small stoned guitar

Casino Queen

Well the money's pouring down
And the people all look down
And it's floating out of town

I hit the second deck
And I spent my paycheck
And my wife that I just met
She's looking like a wreck

Casino Queen
My lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend
On your tables so green

I always bet on black
Blackjack
I'll pay you back

The room fills with smoke
And I'm already broke
And the dealer keeps on joking
As he takes my last token
Casino Queen
My lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend
On your tables so green

Casino Queen
My lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend
On your tables so green

Instrumental credits:
Jeff Tweedy – vocals, acoustic guitar
John Stirratt – bass, vocals
Max Johnston – fiddle, vocals
Ken Coomer – drums, vocals
Brian Henneman – guitars, vocals
Daniel Corrigan - vocals

Misunderstood

When you're back in your old neighborhood
The cigarettes taste so good
But you're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood

There's something there that you can't find
You look honest when you're telling a lie
You hurt her but you don't know why
You love her but you don't know why

Short on long term goals
There's a party there that we ought to go to
If you still love rock and roll
If you still love rock and roll?

It's only a quarter to three
Reflecting off of your CD
You're looking at a picture of me
You're staring at a picture of me

Take the guitar player for a ride
'Cause he ain't never been satisfied
He thinks he owes some kind of debt
It'll be years before he gets over it

There's a fortune inside your head
When all you touch turns to lead
You think you might just crawl back in bed
With a fortune inside your head

I know you're just a mama's boy
You're positively unemployed
So misunderstood
So misunderstood

I know you've got a god-shaped hole
You're bleeding out your heart full of soul
You're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood

I'd like to thank you all for nothing
I'd like to thank you all for nothing at all
I'd like to thank you all for nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing at all

Red-Eyed and Blue

We've got solid-state technology
Tapes on the floor
Some songs we can't afford to play

When we came here today
All I wanted to say
Is how much I miss you

Alcohol and cotton balls
And some drugs
We can’t afford on the way

When we came here today
We all felt something true
Now I'm red-eyed and blue

I Got You (At the End of the Century)

I got you and that's all I need I got you and that's all I need I got you and that's all I need I got you I got you and I still believe That you are all I will ever need It's you, oh All the way back in the seventies You were my little TV queen Tarzan and your friend Janine I got you I got you and I still believe That you are all I will ever need It's you, oh It's the end of the century And I can't think of anything Except you It's the end of the century And I can't think of anything But you, oh All, I, need I got you I got you, babe I got you You You, ooh ooh I got you I got you Oooh I got you

Monday

Choo-choo Charlie had a plenty good band
But he couldn't understand why no one would go
The World Record Players on a tour of Japan
Charlie's fixing his van with a left arm tan

He said

Monday, I'm all high
Get me out of FLA
In school, yeah
I fooled ya
Now I know I made a mistake
Blister on a turnpike, let me by
I only want to wonder why when I don't die
Oooh, I shot ya, yeah, I know
I only want to go where my wheels roll

Monday, I'm all high
Get me out of FLA
I fooled ya
In school, yeah
Now I know I made a mistake

Everybody's wondering, "Where'd he go?"
He must be down in Pensacola
Hiding from the snow

The World Record Players on a tour of Japan
Charlie's fixing his van
He's waiting for a postcard

And he said
Monday, I'm all high
Get me out of TLA

Well I cut class
In school, yeah
Now I know I made a mistake
I made a big mistake

Outtasite (Outta Mind)

I know we don't talk much
But you're such a good talker
Oh-whoa

Well I know we should take a walk
But you're such a fast walker, oh-whoa,
Well alright

I know where I'll be tonight, alright
Outta mind outta site

Well okay
I know you don't love me
But you'll still be thinking of me, oh-whoa

Well alright
I know you probably hate me
That's okay with me
Alright!

I know where I'll be tonight, alright
Outta mind outta site
Outta mind outta site

You don't see me now
You don't want to anyhow

Look out
Here I come again
And I'm bringing my friends

Look out
Here I come again
I'm bringing my friends
Okay, alright, okay alright!

I know where I'll be tonight, alright

Outta mind outta site
Outta mind outta si-ite
Outta mind outta si-i-i-ite

Sunken Treasure

There's rows and rows of houses With windows painted blue With the light from a TV Running parallel to you But there is no sunken treasure Rumored to be Wrapped inside my ribs In a sea black with ink I am so Out of tune With you I am so out of tune With you If I had a mountain I'd try to fold it over If I had a boat (probably roll over) You know I'd probably roll over (leave it on the shore), And I leave it on the shore (leave it for somebody), I'd leave it for somebody Surely there's somebody Who needs it more than me I am so Out of tune With you I am so out of tune With you For all the leaves will burn In autumn fires and then return For all the fires we burn All will return Music is my savior I was maimed by rock and roll I was maimed by rock and roll I was tamed by rock and roll I got my name from rock and roll

California Stars

I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars

I'd love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes I'd give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of California stars

I'd like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed and make another day
Underneath my California stars

They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers' glass like friendly wine
So, I'd give this world
just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars

Published by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc./Warner-Tamerlane Publishing
Corp./Words-Ampersand Music [BMI]/Titanic Majesties Music [ASCAP]

Words: Woody Guthrie [no date]
Music: Jay Bennett/Jeff Tweedy 1997
Jay Bennett: piano, backing vocal
Billy Bragg: acoustic guitar
Ken Coomer: drums and percussion
Corey Harris: lap steel guitar
Eliza Carthy: violin
John Stirratt: electric bass, backing vocal
Jeff Tweedy: acoustic guitar, lead vocal

Hesitating Beauty

For your sparkling cocky smile
I have walked a million miles
Begging you to come wed me in the Spring
Why do you my dear delay,
what makes you laugh and turn away?
You're a hesitating beauty, Nora Lee

Well I know that you are itching to get married,
Nora Lee
And I know I am twitching for the same thing,
Nora Lee
By the stars and clouds above,
we can spend our lives in love
You're a hesitating beauty, Nora Lee

We can build a house and home
where the flowers come to bloom
Around our yard I'll nail a fence so high
That the boys with peeping eyes
cannot see that angel face
Of my hesitating beauty, Nora Lee

We can ramble hand in hand
across the grasses of our land
I'll kiss you for each leaf on every tree
We can bring our kids to play
where the dry winds blow today
If you’ll quit your hesitating, Nora Lee

Words: Woody Guthrie 1949
Music: Jeff Tweedy 1997
Jay Bennett: piano, electric guitar, backing vocal
Billy Bragg: electric guitar
Ken Coomer: drums
John Stirratt: electric bass
Jeff Tweedy: lead vocal

A Shot in the Arm

The ashtray says You were up all night When you went to bed With your darkest mind Your pillow wept And covered your eyes And you finally slept While the sun caught fire You've changed We fell in love In the key of C We walked along Down by the sea You followed me down The neck to D And fell again Into the sea You changed Oh, you've changed Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm Something in my veins Bloodier than blood something in my veins Bloodier than blood something in my veins Bloodier than blood something in my veins Bloodier than blood The ashtray says You were up all night When you went to bed With your darkest mind You changed Oh you've changed What you once were isn't what You want to be any more What you once were isn't what You want to be any more What you once were isn't what You want to be any more What you once were isn't what You want to be any more What you once were isn't what You want to be any more  Instrumental credits: Jeff Tweedy – vocals, acoustic and 12-string guitars, synthesizers Jay Bennett – lap steel, piano, keyboards, synthesizers, drums John Stirratt – bass Ken Coomer – timpani

Can't Stand It

The way things go You get so low Struggle to find your skin Well hey ho Look out below Your prayers will never be answered again

Phones still ring And singers sing Speakers are speaking in code What now Well anyhow Our prayers will never be answered again

You know it's all beginning (it’s all beginning) To feel like it's ending (feels like it’s ending) No love's as random As God's love I can't stand it I can’t stand it

The way things get You get so high Funny how we make new friends Well hey ho I gotta go My prayers will never be answered again

You know it's all beginning (it’s all beginning) To feel like it's ending (feels like it’s ending) No love's as random As God's love I can’t stand it I can't stand it

Speakers speaking Speakers speaking Speaking in code

Speakers speaking Speakers speaking Speaking in code

You know it's all beginning (it’s all beginning) To feel like pretending (feel like pretending) No love's as random As my love I can’t stand it I can't stand it

Your prayers will never be answered again Your prayers will never be answered again Your prayers will never be answered again Your prayers will never be answered again

Instrumental credits: Jeff Tweedy – vocals, electric guitar, backing vocals Jay Bennett – piano, keyboards John Stirratt – bass Ken Coomer – drums

She's a Jar

She's a jar With a heavy lid My pop quiz kid A sleepy kisser A pretty war With feelings hid She begs me not to miss her

She says forever To light a fuse We could use A hand full of wheel And a day off On a bruised road However you might feel Tonight is real

When I forget how to talk I sing Won't you please Bring that flash to shine And turn my eyes red Unless they close When you click And my face gets sick Stuck Like a question unposed

Just climb aboard The tracks of a train's arm In my fragile family tree And watch me floating inches above The people underneath

Please beware the quiet front yard I warned you Before there were water skies I warned you not to drive Dry your eyes you poor devil

Are there really ones like these The ones I dream Float like leaves And freeze to spread skeleton wings I passed through before I knew you

I believe it's just because Daddy's payday is not enough Oh I believe it's all because Daddy's payday is not enough

Just climb aboard The tracks of a train's arm In my fragile family tree And watch me floating inches above The people under me

She's a jar With a heavy lid My pop quiz kid A sleepy kisser A pretty war With feelings hid You know she begs me not to hit her

Instrumental credits: Jeff Tweedy – vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica, backing vocals Jay Bennett – electric guitar, keyboards, tambourine, backing vocals John Stirratt – bass Ken Coomer – drums

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

How to Fight Loneliness

How to fight loneliness Smile all the time Shine your teeth 'til meaningless Sharpen them with lies And whatever's going down Will follow you around That's how you fight loneliness You laugh at every joke Drag your blanket blindly Fill your heart with smoke And the first thing that you want Will be the last thing you ever need That's how you fight it Just smile all the time Just smile all the time Just smile all the time Just smile all the time Instrumental credits: Jeff Tweedy – vocals, acoustic guitar Jay Bennett – piano, keyboards, backing vocals John Stirratt – bass, backing vocals Ken Coomer – drums

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

Airline to Heaven

There's an airline plane Flies to Heaven every day
Past them pearly gates If you want to ride this
train Have your ticket in your hand Before it is too
late. If the world looks wrong And your money's
spent and gone And your friend has turned away
You can get away to Heaven On this aeroplane
Just bow your head and pray.

Them's got ears let them hear Them's got eyes let
them see Turn Your Eyes to the Lord of the skies
Take that airline Plane It will Take You Home again.
Yes, to your home behind the skies.

Well, a lot of people guess Some say no and some
say Yes Will it take some and leave some behind?
But you will surely know When to the airport go To
leave this world behind

Oh, a lot of speakers speak And a lot of preachers
preach When you lay their salary on the line But to
bow your head and pray Is the only earthly way
That you can fly to Heaven on time. That you can
reach Heaven on time.

Your ticket you obtain On this heavenly airline
plane You leave your sins behind You have got to
take this flight Might be daytime, might be night,
But you can't see your way if you're blind

Published by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane Publishing
Corp./Words-Ampersand Music (BMI)/You Want A Piece Of This Music (ASCAP),
administered by Bug Music

Words: Woody Guthrie 1939
Music: Jay Bennett/Jeff Tweedy 1997
Jay Bennett: 12-string acoustic slide guitars, backing vocals, shakers, saw, claps
John Stirratt: backing vocals, claps
Jeff Tweedy: vocal, acoustic guitar, Mellotrone, claps

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)    

I'm the Man Who Loves You

All I can see Is black and white And white and pink With blades of blue That lay between The words I think On a page I was meaning To send to you I couldn't tell If it would Bring my heart The way I wanted When I started Writing this letter to you But if I could You know I would Just hold your hand And you'd understand I'm the man who loves you All I can be Is a busy sea Of spinning wheels And hands that feel For stones to throw And feet that run But come back home It makes no difference Ever known Makes no difference Ever known to me But if I could You know I would Just hold your hand And you'd understand I'm the man who loves you All I can see Is black and white And white and pink With blades of blue That lay between The words I think On a page I was meaning To send to you I couldn't tell If it would Bring my heart The way I wanted When I started Writing this letter to you If I could You know I would Just hold your hand And you'd understand I'm the man who loves you If I could You know I would Just hold your hand And you'd understand I'm the man who loves you If I could You know I would Just hold your hand And you'd understand I'm the man who loves you I'm the man who loves you I'm the man who loves you I'm the man who loves you  

War On War

It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war There's a war on You’re gonna lose You have to lose You have to learn how to die Let's watch the miles flying by Let's watch the miles flying by You are not my typewriter But you could be my demon moving forward through flaming doors You have to lose You have to learn how to die If you wanna wanna be alive O.K. You have to lose You have to lose You have to learn how to die If you wanna wanna be alive You have to die You have to die You have to learn how to die If you wanna wanna be alive O.K.  

Jesus, Etc.

Jesus, don't cry You can rely on me honey You can combine anything you want I'll be around You were right about the stars Each one is a setting sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad sad songs Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Don't cry You can rely on me honey You can come by any time you want I'll be around You were right about the stars Each one is a setting sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad sad songs Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Voices whine Skyscrapers are scraping together Your voice is smoking Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around Our love Our love Our love is all we have Our love Our love is all of God's money Everyone is a burning sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad sad songs Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Voices whine Skyscrapers are scraping together Your voice is smoking Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around

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  

Heavy Metal Drummer

I sincerely miss Those heavy metal bands I used to go see On the landing in the summer She fell in love with the drummer She fell in love with the drummer She fell in love Shiny shiny pants Bleached blond hair A double kick drum By the river in the summer she fell in love with the drummer another then another she fell in love I miss the innocence I've known Playing Kiss covers Beautiful and stoned Unlock my body And move myself to dance Into warm liquid flowing blowing glass classical music blasting masks the ringing in my ears Oh I sincerely miss Those heavy metal bands I used to go see On the landing in the summer She fell in love with the drummer She fell in love with another She fell in love I miss the innocence I've known Playing Kiss covers Beautiful and stoned I miss the innocence I've known Playing Kiss covers Beautiful and stoned Playing Kiss covers Beautiful and stoned Playing Kiss covers Beautiful and stoned  

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

Theologians

Theologians they don’t know nothing About my soul About my soul I’m an ocean And this emotion Slow motion, slow motion Illiterati lumin fedei God is with us everyday That illiterate light Is with us every night Theologians, oh they don’t know nothing About my soul Oh they don’t know They thin my heart with little things And my life with change Oh in so many ways I find more missing every day Theologians I’m going away Where you will look for me Where I’m going you cannot come No one’s ever gonna take my life from me I lay it down A ghost is born A ghost is born A ghost is born I am a notion I am all emotion I am a cherry ghost Cherry ghost Hey I’m a cherry ghost Cherry ghost

Instrumental Credits

Jeff Tweedy Vocals, Electric & Acoustic Guitar John Stirratt Bass Glenn Kotche Drums Leroy Bach Acoustic Guitar Mikael Jorgensen Piano Jim O'Rourke Piano

Handshake Drugs

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 They were translating poorly I felt like a clown I looked like someone I used to know I felt 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 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 Instrumental Credits Jeff Tweedy Vocals, Electric & Acoustic Guitar John Stirratt Bass & Background Vocals Glenn Kotche Drums Leroy Bach Piano Mikael Jorgensen RMI Rock-si-chord Jim O'Rourke Electric Rhythm Guitar Tim Barnes Percussion

The Late Greats

The greatest lost track of all-time The Late Greats’s “Turpentine” You can’t hear it on the radio Can’t hear it anywhere you go

The best band will never get signed The Kay-Sette’s starring Butcher’s Blind So good you won’t ever know They never even played a show Can’t hear ‘em on the radio

The greatest singer in Rock-n-Roll Would have to be Romeo His vocal chords are made of gold He just looks a little too old

The best songs will never get sung The best life never leaves your lungs So good you won’t ever know You’ll never hear it on the radio

You can’t hear it on the radio

Instrumental Credits Jeff Tweedy Vocals & Acoustic Guitar John Stirratt Bass Glenn Kotche Drums & Hammer Dulcimer Leroy Bach Piano Mikael Jorgensen Piano & Farfisa Organ Jim O'Rourke Electric Guitar

Hate It Here

I try to stay busy I do the dishes, I mow the lawn I try to keep myself occupied Even though I know you’re not coming home I try to keep the house nice and neat I make my bed I change the sheets I even learned how to use the washing machine But keeping things clean doesn’t change anything What am I gonna do when I run out of shirts to fold? What am I gonna do when I run out of lawn to mow? What am I gonna do if you never come home? Tell me, what am I gonna do? I hate it I hate it here When you’re gone I caught myself thinking I caught myself thinking once again Have to try to keep my mind out of this Try not to pretend I’ll check the phone I’ll check the mail I’ll check the phone again and I call your mom She says you’re not there and I should take care I hate it here When you’re gone I hate it I hate it here When you’re gone I try to stay busy I take out the trash, I sweep the floor Try to keep myself occupied Cause I know you don’t live here anymore Written by Jeff Tweedy and Wilco Instrumental Credits Jeff Tweedy – vocals, electric guitar John Stirratt – bass, 8-string bass Glenn Kotche – drums Mikael Jorgensen – piano Nels Cline – electric gutiar Pat Sansone – Wurlitzer Jim O’Rourke – percussion

Impossible Germany

Impossible Germany Unlikely Japan Wherever you go Wherever you land I’ll say what this means to me I’ll do what I can Impossible Germany Unlikely Japan (The) fundamental problem We all need to face This is important But I know you’re not listening Oh I know you’re not listening If this was still new to me I wouldn’t understand Impossible Germany Unlikely Japan But this is what love is for To be out of place Gorgeous and alone Face to face With no larger problems That need to be erased Nothing more important than to know Someone’s listening Now I know You’ll be listening Written by Jeff Tweedy and Wilco Instrumental Credits Jeff Tweedy – vocals, electric guitar John Stirratt – bass Glenn Kotche – drums, percussion Mikael Jorgensen – piano, Hammond A100 organ Nels Cline – lead electric gutiar Pat Sansone – electric guitar

Walken

I’m walking All by myself I was talking to myself about you What am I going to do I was singing This song about you I was thinking about singing This song for you The more I think about it The more I know it’s true The more I think about it The more I’m sure it’s you Honey I think you’re just right You’re just right I was walking Like I said by myself I was talking To myself about you Like I always do The more I think about it The more I know it’s true The more I think about it The more I’m sure it’s you Honey, I think you’re just right You’re just right The more I think about it The more I know it’s true The more I think about it The more I’m sure it’s you Honey, I think you’re just right You’re just right Written by Jeff Tweedy and Wilco Instrumental Credits Jeff Tweedy – vocals, electric guitar John Stirratt – bass Glenn Kotche – drums Mikael Jorgensen – piano, Hammond B3 organ Nels Cline – lap steel Pat Sansone – electric guitar

Wilco (The Song)

Are you under the impression, This isn't your life? Do you dabble in depression? Is someone twisting a knife in your back? Are you being attacked? Oh, this is a fact that you need to know, Oh, oh, oh, oh Wilco, Wilco, Wilco will love you Baby, Are times getting tough? Are the roads you travel rough? Have you had enough of the old? Tired of being exposed to the cold? The stare of your stereo, Put on your headphones before you explode Oh, oh, oh, oh Wilco, Wilco, Wilco will love you baby, There're so many wars that just can't be won, Even before the battle's begun, This is an aural arms open wide, A sonic shoulder for you to cry on, Wilco, Wilco will love you baby, Is someone twisting a knife in your back? Are you being attacked? Oh this is a fact, that you need to know, Oh, oh, oh, oh Wilco, Wilco, Wilco, Wilco will love you Baby

You And I

You and I We might be strangers However close we get sometimes It’s like we never met But you and I I think we can take it All the good with the bad Make something that no one else has but You and I You and I Me and you What can we do When the words we use sometimes Are misconstrued I won’t guess What’s coming next I can’t ever tell You’re the deepest well I’ve ever fallen into Oh, I don’t want to know Oh, I don’t want to know Oh, I don’t need to know Everything about you Oh, I don’t want to know And you don’t need to know That much about me You and I We might be strangers However close we get sometimes It’s like we never met But you and I I think we can take it All the good with the bad Make something that no one else has You and I You and I You and I You and I You and I You and I You and I You and I You and I

You Never Know

Come on children, you’re acting like children Every generation thinks it’s the end of the world All you fat followers get fit fast Every generation thinks it’s the last Thinks it’s the end of the world It’s a dream down a well It’s a long, heavy hell I don’t care anymore, I don’t care anymore It’s a fear we transcend, if we’re here at the end I don’t care anymore, I don’t care anymore You never know Come on kids, you’re acting like children Act your age Get back to black metal and pearls All you sword swallowers, pull yourselves together Every generation thinks it’s the worst Thinks it’s the end of the world It’s a secret I can’t tell It’s a wish down a well I don’t care anymore, I don’t care anymore It’s a long heavy hell Synthesizer Patell I don’t care anymore, I don’t care anymore But you never know You never know I don’t care anymore, I don’t care anymore It’s a secret I can’t tell It’s a wish down a well I don’t care anymore, I don’t care anymore It’s a fear to transcend if we’re here at the end I don’t care anymore, I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore, I don’t care anymore But you never know You never know

I Might

Was I wrong Off all night long So high As the stinking sun I came alive Then I felt Oh Uh Oh Some guys Have everything I know It’s alright I’ve done a lot of Crawling around outside And I heard It’s alright Your sno-cone And it’s piss and blood It’s in the cards (oh, oh) Get well soon EVERYBODY! Do all lies Have a taste? Let it go I don’t know oh A cow’s neck Bad shave In the low blow slo-mo It’s alright You won’t set the kids on fire Oh but I might H0 You come on Sentimental If the Solar car’s coming I’m home The Magna Carta’s On a Slim Jim blood Brutha! The sunk soul With the coal clean toe Is the mutha! Yea that’s right When you gonna find out I’m all inside You still might It’s all right It’s all right It’s alright You won’t set the kids on fire Oh but I might Ho ho It’s all right It’s all right  

Born Alone

I have heard the war and worry of the gospel Ferried fast across the void I have married broken spoke charging smoke wheels Spit and swallowed opioid I am the driver at the wheel of the horror Marching circles at the gate Mine eyes have seen The fury so flattered by fate Tonight I’d rather count the warm fuse internally Subtract the silence of myself I would rather choose the middle mind of mystery Reverse a riddle for my health I’ll unwind strange rinds overpowering Toss the chimneys in the sea I believe I’ve seen The finger divine extremity Please come closer to the feather smooth lens fly Sadness is my luxury Will you weather, join the cold, come before I die More aware of it than me The valves are blowing stone The kids are unabashed Loneliness postponed Mine eyes deceiving glory I was born to die alone Alone Alone

Whole Love

My gold marigolds attack
My black bed of roses
I’m going to bring ‘em all back
With hypnosis Ho

And I know that I won’t be
The easiest to set free
And I know that I won’t be the last
Cold captain tied to the mast

I recall you on the telephone
I recall when you get mad
I will still love you to death
And I won’t ever forget how

And I know that it won’t be
The easiest to set free
And I know that I won’t be the last
Cold captain tied to the mast

I’m on the other side
I’m satisfied
I’m a spirit dove
I’m looking for your love

I’m simple as a matter of fact
A punch in the nose don’t overreact
I will still love you to death
And I won’t ever forget how

And I know that I won’t be
The easiest to set free
And I know that I won’t be the last
Cold captain tied to the mast

And I know that I won’t be the one
To securely know when it’s wrong
But I hope I know when it’s past
And I hope I know when to show you my
Whole love
Whole love
Whole love
Whole love
Whole love
Whole love
Whole love
I won’t ever forget how

2014

What’s Your 20? : Essential Tracks 1994-2014

Credits + Notes

Compilation assembled and produced by Cheryl Pawelski with Jeff Tweedy, Tony Margherita, and Deb Bernardini Mastered by Bob Ludwig at Gateway Mastering, Portland, ME Art direction and design: Greg Allen for Omnivore Creative Cover photography by Zoran Orlic Photos: Jay Blakesberg - pp. 5 (top), 13 (top); Danny Clinch - pg. 15; Daniel Coston - pp. 2-3,5 (bottom); Tony Margherita - pg. 20; Brad Miller - pg. 6; Austin Nelson - pg. 18; Zoran Orlic - pp. 9, 10-11, 13 (bottom), 17 Illustrations: Disc One, pg. 4 - Methane Studios, Inc.; Disc Two, pg. 12 - The Heads of State Project Assistance: Karina Beznicki, Audrey Bilger, David Bither, Robert Edridge-Waks, Mark Greenberg, Rachel Pequinot Higgins, Mike Johnson, Lee Lodyga, Gail Ludwig, Arthur Moorhead, Videsh Patel, Alfred Ruiz, Ted Springman, Doran Tyson, and Mike Wilson