If That's Alright (Uncle Tupelo)
Every day is dreamlike
It seems like, in every way
And that's why
When I look back on my life
It's like a slideshow out of focus
And as the carousel goes 'round
The slides are upside-down
There's nothing to make out or even notice
When will it all become concrete wouldn't that be sweet
To know where you stand
But until then, it's a slideshow
That you're yawning through
Or even sleeping
And as the carousel goes 'round
The slides are still upside-down
There's nothing to make out or even notice
And if that's alright, then it's alright
If that's alright, then it's alright
And if that's alright
Then I want to hear you say it
And if that's alright
Then I gotta hear you say it now
Gun (Uncle Tupelo)
Falling out the window
Tripping on a wrinkle in the rug
Falling out of love, dear
It hurt much worse when you gave up
Just don't tell me which way I oughta run
Or what good I could do anyone
'Cause my heart it was a gun
But it's unloaded now
So don't bother
Climbing up the ladder
Breaking my shin on the very first rung
Waking up the neighbors
It's all right, they understand they're just as dumb
And they don't tell me which way I oughta run
Or what good I could do anyone
'Cause my heart it was a gun
But it's unloaded now
So don't bother me now
Don't bother
Crawling back to you now
I sold my guitar to the girl next door
She asked me if I knew how
I told her I don't think so anymore
Don't tell me which way I oughta run
What good could I do anyone
'Cause my heart it was a gun
But it's unloaded now
So don't bother
written by Jay Farrar, Jeff Tweedy, Mike Heidorn
Pick Up the Change
If it's just your heart talking, I don't mind
If you wanna call me darling, that's just fine, that's just fine
But if it's your mind that's wandering, it'll fall in line
When I kiss your cheek dear, every time, every time
We used to have a lot of things in common
But you know now we're just the same
You always had more than I really wanted
Aw honey, help me
Aw honey, help me pick up the change
If it's just your heart talking, I'll listen every time
Dear, you can talk my ear off, anytime, anytime
But if my mind starts wandering, it won't be gone long
Whenever I hear your heart talking, it's a song, it's a song
We used to have a lot of things in common
But you know now we're just the same
You always had more than I really wanted
Aw honey, help me
Come on honey, help me pick up
Aw honey, help me pick up the change
Aw honey, help me
Come on honey, help me pick up
Aw honey, help me pick up the change
Instrumental credits:
Jeff Tweedy – vocals, acoustic guitar
John Stirratt – bass
Max Johnston – banjo
Ken Coomer – drums
Brian Henneman – guitars
New Madrid [Uncle Tupelo]
All my daydreams are disasters
She's the one I think I love
Rivers burn and then run backwards
For her, that's enough
They all come from New York City
And they woke me up at dawn
She walked with me to the fountain
And she held onto my arm
Come on, do what you did
Roll me under New Madrid
Shake my baby and please bring her back
'Cause death won't even be still
Caroms over the landfill
Buries us all in its broken back
There's a man of conviction
And although he's getting old
Mr. Browning has a prediction
And we've all been told
So come on back from New York City
Roll your trucks in at dawn
Walk with me to the fountain
And hold onto my arm
Come on, do what you did
Roll me under New Madrid
Shake my baby and please bring her back
'Cause death won't even be still
Caroms over the landfill
Buries us all in its broken back
originally appears on Anodyne / Uncle Tupelo
written by Jeff Tweedy
Don't You Honey Me
Don't you honey me, honey bee
A good time I'll set you free
Don't be too nice, too nice to me
I've been stung and I've grown mean
Honestly, I know what you want
And I can't satisfy you
Honestly, it hurts me too
And I don't wanna ever make you blue
Make you blue
I don't wanna make you blue
Don't sit next to me in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Who's that bouncing on your knee?
Could it be my baby bumble bee?
Who's that bouncing on your knee?
Give me back my baby bumble bee
Honestly, I know what you need
I just wanna be true
I love you, too
And I can only make you blue
Make you blue
I don't wanna make you blue
I don't wanna make you blue
I don't wanna make you blue
No Sense In Lovin' (Uncle Tupelo)
I don't know what you've been through
You might think that I don't care
But I do
And I've tried to understand
I've tried to understand your abuse
But you've got no excuse
And there's no use in lovin'
Anyone who hates them self
You keep coming back
So I hold you for a little while
But I always go
When I can't take your sad smile
'Cause I can't stand it
When you get so intense
And it's all a part of our bad inheritance
And there's no sense in lovin'
Anyone
Won't you come back for a while
You could see exactly
What you've always meant to me
But you don't wanna know
You don't wanna know
And you don't know what I've been through
And if I think that you don't care
You probably do
And there's no sense in lovin'
Anyone who hates them self
written by Jeff Tweedy
originally appears on Anodyne/ Uncle Tupelo
Should've Been in Love
You've been dealing with all of these feelings
Like they got you believing they have no meaning
But they do
Your life's been stinking, your heart's been sinking
And you're too busy thinking to stop
You blink and you're blue
Should've been in love
Should've been in love
Should've been in love
Your mind's been racing, your heart's been chasing
And you might as well face it
Time's wasting, it's true
Your life's been stinking, your heart's been shrinking
And you're too busy thinking to stop
You blink and you're blue
Should've been in love
Should've been in love
Should've been in love
I know how it goes
So
I just had to
Let you know I know
My life's been stinking, my heart's been shrinking
And I'm too busy thinking to stop
I blink and you're gone
Should've been in love
We should've been in love
We should've been in love
Instrumental credits:
Jeff Tweedy – vocals, acoustic guitar
John Stirratt – bass
Max Johnston – dobro
Ken Coomer – drums
Brian Henneman – 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
Give Back The Key To My Heart [Doug Sahm cover]
Take my picture off the wall
It don't matter to me at all
Said I was headed for a fall
But you wanted me to crawl
Give back my TV
It don't mean that much to me
While you're giving back my things
Give me back the key to my heart
Give back the key to my heart
Give back the key to my heart
And let my love flow like a river
Straight into your heart, dear
Well, you say I was the one
To blame for the wrong that's been done
Well, you got a friend named cocaine
And to me he is to blame
He has drained life from your face
He has taken my place
While you're alone in San Antone
Give me back the key to my heart
Give back the key to my heart
Give back the key to my heart
And let my love flow like a river
Straight into your heart, dear
written by Doug Sahm
© Bluewater Music Corp.
Pecan Pie (Golden Smog)
As I walk along and stumble
Trains rumble in my head
As I breeze along and grumble
Think about you instead
And a piece of pecan pie
And you thats all I want
Just a piece of pecan pie
And all I want is you
Sometimes I get so hungry
Think about pie all day
Just a little whipped cream
Honey, Im on my way
With a piece of pecan pie
And you thats all I want
Just apiece of pecan pie
And all I want is you
Just a piece of pecan pie
And you thats all I want
Just apiece of pecan pie
And all I want is you
Now, dont you call me key lime
You are the apple of my eye
Dont you know Ill be fine
Whenever youre by my side
With a piece of pecan pie
And you thats all I want
Just a piece of pecan pie
And all I want is you
All I want is you
All I want is you
All I want is you
All I want is you
written by Jeff Tweedy (Appears on Golden Smog album Down By The Old Mainstream)