Wilco

Jun.28.2024

North Adams, MA - SOLID SOUND FESTIVAL

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One Sunday Morning (Song For Jane Smiley's Boyfriend)

This is how I tell it O’ but it’s long One Sunday morning O’ one son is gone Against the weather dawning Over the sea My father said what I had become No one should be Outside I look lived in Like the bones in a shrine How am I forgiven O’ I’ll give it time This I learned without warning Holding my brow In time you thought I would kill him O’ but I didn’t know how I said it’s your God I don’t believe in No your bible can’t be true Knocked down by the long lie He cried I fear what waits for you I can hear those bells Spoken and gone I feel relief I feel well Now he knows he was wrong Ring ‘em cold for my father Frozen underground Jesus I wouldn’t bother He belongs to me now Something sad keeps moving So I wandered around I fell in love with the burden Holding me down Bless my mind I miss Being told how to live What I learned without knowing How much more that I owe than I can give This is how I tell it O’ but it’s long One Sunday morning One son is gone

Message From Mid-Bar

Hate will keep us together
Love will tear us apart
What has joined us
In the dark

Oh I was worried
I would drive you away
You felt different and I felt the same

Then I told you
And you agreed
Some days I despise
Everyone I see
We're all swine
But you're all mine

What will keep us together
Will tear us apart
Maybe making up your mind
Breaks your heart

Hate will save the dolphins
I wish there was a way
I could change it so nothing
Would ever change
Or stay the same

All I can do
Is sing it for you
Whole lives go by
Then we die
You're all swine
We're swine

Love will keep us together
Love will tear us apart
I don't care what the song says
It's not my heart

Anyway, the point is
Things can always be worse
When you don't have a chorus
It's verse after verse after verse

Then I told you
In my arms
I hate you less
Than the rest
We're all swine
But you're all mine

The Good Part

These may be your finest hours
The world is whistling and warm
We have got forgotten powers
You were charming, you could do no harm

Let's just get to the good part (let's get to the good part)
Let's just skip ahead (let's skip ahead)
Come on get to the good part (let's get to the good part)
Why can't we just skip ahead
Every artist falls apart
Thinking he's only only's art
And when the world is lonely and dark
It's a warning not to hitch apart

Let's just get to the good part (let's get to the good part)
Come on skip ahead (let's skip ahead)
Why can't we get to the good part (let's get to the good part)
Come on skip ahead (let's skip ahead)
Skip ahead
C'mon skip ahead
Let's skip ahead
Skip ahead

I can see the anxiety
Of trying to be yourself
But I can't tell you what kind of hell
It is to really think you're somebody else

Let's just get to the good part (let's get to the good part)
Come on let's skip ahead (let's skip ahead)
Come on let's get to the good part (is this the good part)
Why can't we skip ahead
Skip ahead
C'mon skip ahead
Let's skip ahead
Skip ahead

Cold Slope

So so and you don't really care Stand alone and you're there all day Some would say you're never really there although you still take up space I know I know and you know that I know it's a power play
I won't recognize you
I won't recognize you any more
So so and you don't really care Stand alone and you're there all day Some would say you're never really there although you still take up space
I know I know and you know that I know it's a power play
And I won't atone take some wild bile wicked entrees over chant lace fade I'm on a cold slope raking down Where is our receiver Look on the phone You can say what you want or I'll say what you want Why turn the tape, undertake a weak wall Summon the stone I advocate aiming for the weak wall
Summon the stone
You can say what you want but you don't know what you want
I'll say what you want
Now I will say all I will say
I won't recognize you I won't recognize you any more

King of You

Wave after wave wishes unspoken Talks like a blowtorch Palms out and frozen
Who said it's easy language is losing I swallow the steam and claim to be stupid
Nails on the threshold Moon free don't make me the king of you
Past is a point behind the horizon Bottom of the flame Burning the garden
Smiling on the threshold Moon free don't make me the king of you
Well I'm a soldier for you frightened climbing Don't make me the king of you
Wave after wishes my boon companion Talks to the frost but who will cheer the champion

Feed of Man

If you beat up, you butcher, and you bleed a man
You bang up and badger and blood-let a man
And then I come along
On the feet of man
And halfway laugh and cry
About the meat of man

And I do what I can
To bale string and tie
Some ballad truths
Up and cured out
For the feed of man

Folks try to tell
That it's on God's orders
That you bleed your man
It's on God's good word that you
Bleed your man
On God's plan print
That you dead a man
Or spit and curse and whip your man

I say I'll help you squeeze and fix yourself up a
A new kind of God of some kind

One that tells you
Fertilize and multiply
One that tells you
Outsow and outblow
Outplant and outgrow
Outdo, and outrun, and outclimb, and outspread
Every other tree and bush
And brushy fruits and flower petals
Outfruit them all
For the feed of man

Outstalk and outhunt and outthink
For God's own sweet sake, outthink!
Outthink!
Outthink the fruits
Outgrow these animal kinds and shapes of man
It you miss and go down
Your dust will turn up on that long hot job
Once more again

To help in the feeding and the seed of man
And not in the bleeding and the end of man

Published by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.
(BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp./Words-Ampersand Music (BMI)

Words: Woody Guthrie (Date Unknown)
Music: Jeff Tweedy 1998
Jay Bennett: B3 organ, Leslie guitar
Billy Bragg: resonant guitar
Ken Coomer: drums
John Stirratt: bass
Jeff Tweedy: vocal, acoustic guitar, electric guitar

Deeper Down

By the end of the bout, he was punched out
Fists capsized, muscles shouting
Deeper down
He felt the insult of a kiss

Deeper still than we can go
Further out than triremes row
Drowning slow
His memories persist

Out beyond the telescope’s pry
Up above the tallest Dutch dope high
He realized
This mystery is his

Underneath the ocean floor
A part of who we are we don’t explore
I adore
The meaninglessness of the this
We can’t express

By the end of the bout, he was punched out
Fists capsized, muscles shouting
Deeper down
He felt the comfort of a kiss

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

Blue Eyed Soul

You've got a blue eyed soul
And if you don't let it show
It'll leave you, you won't even know
Without your blue eyed soul
Can you keep it simple? Can you let the snare crack?
Can you let it move without holding back?
Are you afraid to let it go
Without your blue eyed soul?

You're gonna lose control
You're gonna lose control
Without your blue eyed soul
Without your blue eyed soul
Without your blue eyed soul

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

Sonny Feeling

I was on my way home
From high school
Stuck at the crossing
I dug in for a duel

But at the last moment
I buried the brakes
My life split in two directions
Into two separate fates

I got on the last flight
To Amsterdam
But couldn’t hit the runway
So we took off again

“Aw, there’s no need to worry”
The captain cut in
“The winds are less angry
Over in Berlin”

You know it’s true
The other shoe
It waits for you
What can you do?
Remember to show gratitude
The darkest night is nothing new

Sonny’s got a problem
All the mini-mart clerks know
She knows nothing of Eminem’s
Suburban gangster flow

Oh maybe it’s random
How each moment unfolds
It didn’t feel like the wrong time or place
Until they cut off her clothes

A sunny feeling is taken away
A sunny feeling is taken away
A sunny feeling is taken away
A sunny feeling is taken away

I’m on my way home
From my high school
I’m always contemplating
Why the kids are still cruel
Oh
The kids are still cruel

A sunny feeling is taken away
A sunny feeling is taken away
A sunny feeling is taken away
Some of the feeling gets taken away

Sunloathe

I loathe The sun Sometimes I don’t Know how to love Anything Myself It’s hard To recall Hold on To it all I kill my memories With a cheap Disease To the sails That fail To the bird and the whale Remove my misery It’s all or nothing I see I don’t wanna to lose this fight I don’t wanna to end this fight Goodbye I loathe The sun Someday I know I’ll learn how to love Anyone Is enough I don’t want to lose this fight I don’t want to end this fight Goodbye

Panthers

Temper is a package
Pulling at its bow

Darling disasters
Help you grow

Panthers build their blood to bury
Daughters leave their dads to marry

Hide in the weeds
The orchestra
Is proving death again

Temper is the warp speed of red flashes
And all the bells ringing god forbid, god forbid

Did I catch you in the flashes?
Did I catch you in the flashes?

Hide with me
In the weeds
I'm proving death

Alive in the weeds
The orchestra
Is proving death

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.

Dark Neon

I was sitting safely, across the road
From a rusting scaffolding, picking my nose
When a bird spoke up from high on that dark neon
He said, "I bet there're some things that you should come clean up"

Ohhhh I didn't know
Ohh where to begin
Like you do not know
Ohh I set the emotion

I was beating up babies, babies I mean
That don't look like babies, but they're babies to me
I was looking around for my very own best friend
Couldn't help feeling things would come to an end

I always let you go
And then you let me back in
This is a status quo
Oh nobody wins

I was feeling sorry
So sorry for myself
I was trying to take it easy, but that wasn't helping
Birds spoke up, this time I think it was a dove
He said, "I bet there're some things that you should come clean up"

Ohhh that's so it's so
Oh you look through my skin
Ohhh how did he know
Oh and what was he in

Keep fooling myself
Keep fooling myself
Keep fooling myself
I keep fooling myself
I might need your help
I keep fooling myself
I might need your help
I can't just keep fooling myself

I let you go
Hun you let me back in
It's the status quo
And nobody wins
Ohhhh!

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

Secret of the Sea

Who can guess the secret of the sea? Who can
guess the secret of the sea? If you can guess the
secret of my love for you We both could know the
secret of the sea

Tell me, could you ever tell the secret of the sea?
Of these high rolling waves along the shore? The
footprints of the lovers that come here to love, By
the tides washed away forever more

Who can guess the secret of the sea? Who can
guess the secret of the sea? If you can guess the
secret of my love for you We both could know the
secret of the sea

You claim to know the secret of a kiss and a hug
And the secret of the grass and of the trees And if
you can tell the secret of a warm friends hand
Then we all would feel the secrets of the sea

Who can guess the secret of the sea? Who can
guess the secret of the sea? If you can guess the
secret of my love for you We both could know the
secret of the sea

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 1999
Jay Bennett: pianos, acoustic guitars, organ, tambourine, baritone guitar, slide
guitars, electric sitars, backing vocals, electric guitars
Ken Coomer: drums
John Stirratt: bass, backing vocal
Jeff Tweedy: vocal, 12-string acoutic guitar

ELT

I should've been listening To every word you said Oh, what have I been missing Wishing (wishing) that you were dead I didn't mean to be so disturbing So far from home Oh, what have I been learning By being all alone Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing (Is gonna) tears you apart Every little thing Every little thing every little thing (Is gonna) tears you apart When, when we were younger Sleep while I'm awake I was trying to keep the door locked I realize That's a mistake Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing Is gonna tear you apart Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing Is gonna tear you apart Every little thing that you do Seems so much better than I could do Oh, I should've been listening To every word you said Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing Is gonna tear you apart Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing Is gonna tear you apart Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing Is gonna tear you apart Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing Is gonna tear you apart Is gonna tear you apart Instrumental credits: Jeff Tweedy – vocals, backing vocals Jay Bennett – electric guitars, piano, keyboards, synthesizers, tambourine, backing vocals John Stirratt – bass Ken Coomer – drums

Venus Stopped the Train

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

Just Say Goodbye

Sometimes when I’m fading

I fight to stay awake

Here I lie, come and take me

I’ll go

I will go so far 

Just to say goodbye

My my in my opinion

I try, I huff and I puff

Why am I in my skin again

Well, I don’t know

How it works so I

Just say goodbye

Sometimes I see sorry faces

I don’t think I qualify

Be kind as the nights embrace us

Oh, oh, we tried so hard

Oh, as if I have answers

Oh, we tried so hard

Just say goodbye

Quiet Amplifier

I wish your world was mine
I wish your world was mine
Prayers run along the wires
Honey, no train's going to come
I have waited my whole life
I've tried in my way to love everyone
I wish your world was mine
I wish your world was mine
I have a quiet amplifier
Silence seems more true
Every guitar is denied
I've tried in my way to love you
I wish your world was mine
I wish your world was mine
I wouldn't mind feeling fine
I wish your world was mine
If only your world was mine
If only your world was mine
Shy little stars must shine
Shy little flower on the vine
 
 

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

Let's Not Get Carried Away

I got a million better things to do
Than to play rock n roll
Honey if I blow your fuse
Can I please be excused

Gotta write myself today
I can’t write myself for you
We haven’t even been introduced
So that’ll never do

Though a lot of other people could be

Standing here instead of me
Singing their own lines through clenching cracking teeth

Gotta write myself today
Gotta write myself for you
Honey if I tell you the truth
Can I pleased be excused
Honey, let’s not get carried away
There's a lot of other places to be
A lot of things I would rather be doing
A lot of songs id love to sing
But I know that you would just ruin it

Gotta write myself today
I gotta write myself for you
Honey if I tell you the truth
Can I pleased be excused
Honey, let’s not get carried away
Gotta write myself today
I gotta write myself for you
Honey if I tell you the truth
Can I pleased be excused

Kicking Television

I'm serious
You'll see
I'm working on my abs
I'm working on me
Oh, I'm kickin'
Yeah, I'm calm
Oh, I'm kickin'
Television
Television

Stop shopping, even
Stop buying things
I'm kickin'
Yeah, I'm calm
Oh, I'm kickin'
Television
Television

Um..
Oh, I'm serious
You'll see
I'm kickin'
Yeah, I'm calm
Yeah, I'm kickin'
Television
Television
Television Television
Television

Just a Kid

Maybe I'm just a kid
Maybe I just don't fit in
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready to go now
I don't wanna go to school
But I don't get to make the rules
Too early, too early, too early, too early in the morning
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Has to do something they don't want to do
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Has to be something, oh, why is that true?

Maybe I'm not so big
Maybe I just don't fit in
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready for more now
And I don't wanna go to bed
There's so much going on in my head
Not tired, not tired, not tired, not tired right now
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Has to do something they don't want to do
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Has to be something, oh, why is that true?

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Has to be something, let's have some fun
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everyone, somebody, anyone
Has to grow up, let's have some fun

Tell Your Friends

Don’t forget to tell your friends
When you see them again
O’ I love you
O’ I love you
I wanna hold your hand
C’mon let’s twist again
I wanna hold your hand
When I see you again
Don’t forget to tell your friends
This is going to end
O’ and I needed you
O’ I need you
Our love is right
Our love is real
Our love is now
Our love is real
I want to hold your hand
When I see you again
Don’t forget to tell yourself
When you see them again
O’ I love you
O’ I love you
Our love is real
Our love is right
Our love is now
Our love is right
Don’t forget to tell your friends
When you see them again
O’ I love you
O’ I love you

official show poster by Julia Fletcher

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