Jagged Little Pill Acoustic, 2005

Joining You Single, 1999

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Jagged Little Pill Acoustic, 2005

All I Really Want

Do I stress you out?
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how-oo-ow-oo-ow appropriate
I don’t want to dissect everything today
I don’t mean to pick you apart you see
But I ca-ee-aa-ee-a-an’t help it
‘nd there I go jumpin' before the gunshot has gone o-off
Slap me with a splintered ruler
And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn’t there already
If only I could hunt the hunter, yeah

And all I really want, is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want, is deliverance
A-ha-ee-ah-ee-ow-ow-oh

Do I wear you out?
You must wonder why I’m relentless and all strung out
I’m consumed by the chill of solitary
I’m like Estella
I like to reel it in and then spit it out
I’m frustrated by your apathy
And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
If only I could meet the Maker
And I am fascinated by the spiritual man
I am humbled by his humble nature, yeah

And what I wouldn’t give, to find a soulmate
Someone else to catch this drift, ha ow ow
And what I wouldn’t give to meet a kindred
A-chha-ee-ah-ee-ow-ow-oh-nd-oh-oh-oh

Enough about me, let’s talk about you for a minute
Enough about you, let’s talk about life for a whi-i-ile
The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretences
Falling all around . . . all a-rou-ee-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah-ah-ound

Why am I so petrified of silence?
Here can you handle this?
[Silence for a two and three-quarters seconds]
Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines
Or when you think you’re gonna die?
Or did ya long for the next dis-trac-tion
And all I need now is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying
If only I could kill the killer, yeah

And all I really want, is some peace man
A place to find a common grou-ou-ou-ee-ee-ound
And all I really want, is a wavelength
A-ha-ee-ah-ee-ah-how-ow-ow-ho
And all I really want, is some comfort
A way to get my hands untie-ie-ie-ied
And all I really want, is some justice
A-ha-ee-ah-ee-ah-aye, ho oh oh, ho oh oh

[Vocals in background, fading with harmonica solo]

And all I really want is some patience
A way to calm me down
And all I really want is deliverance
And a common ground
And all I really want is some peace man
A way to calm the tide
And all I really want is a wavelength
And a concept of time

And all I really want is some patience
A way to calm me down
And all I really want is deliverance
And some higher ground
And all I really want is some peace man
A way to calm the tide
And all I really want is a wavelength
And a concept of time

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Forgiven

You know how us Catholic girls can be
Aye, yi, aye-e-ah-ha 'nd aye aye
We make up for so much time a little too late
I never forgot it, confusing as it was
No fun with no guilt feelings
The sinners, the saviours, the loverless priests
I’ll see you next Sunday-ay-ay

We all had our reasons to be there
And we all had a thing or two to learn
And we all needed something to cling to-o
So we di-i-id oh

I sang Alleluia in the choir
Ah, Allelu-allelu-alleluia-ia
I confessed my darkest deeds to an envious ma-ee-a-a-an
My brothers they never went blind for what they did
But I may as well have
In the name of the Father, the Skeptic and the Son
I had one more stupid question yeah

We all had our reasons to be there
And we all had a thing or two to learn
'Nd We all needed something to cling to-o
So we di-i-id oh oh oh

And what I learned I rejected but I believe aga-ai-ai-ain
And I will suffer the consequence of this inquisition
If I jump in this fountai-ain, will I be forgive-e-e-e-e-en? oh!

We all had our reasons to be there
And we all had a thing or two to learn
And we all needed something to cling to
So we di-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-id

And we all had delusions in our heads
And we all had our minds made up for us
And we had to believe in somethi-ee-i-ing
So we di-id oh oh oh oh ah how
So we di-ee-id oh ho ho ho ho oh oh
Ya da hee ya aye ya oh oh
So we di-i-id
Ya ow
Allelu-u-u-uia oh!

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Hand In My Pocket

I’m broke but I’m happy
I’m poor but I’m kind
I’m short but I’m healthy, ye-eah
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful, baby

And what it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be fine fine fi-i-ine
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high fi-i-ive

Well I feel drunk but I’m sober
I’m young and I’m underpaid
I’m tired but I’m working, ye-eah
I care but I’m restless
I’m here but I’m really gone
I’m wrong and I’m sorry, baby

And what it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be quite alri-i-ight
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette

[Harmonica Solo]

And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign

I’m free but I’m focused
I’m green but I’m wise
I’m hard but I’m friendly, baby
I’m sad but I’m laughing
I’m brave but I’m chicken shit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
'Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing a piano

And what it all comes down to my dear frie-iends, yeah ee ah
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine fine
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab

[Harmonica Solo]

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Head Over Feet

La dee ee aye
Ha ah how oh ah aye

I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
And I thought about it

You treat me like, I’m a princess
And I’m not used to liking tha-e-a-at
And you ask how my day was

You’ve already won me over in spite of me
And don’t be alarmed if fa-a-all head over feet
And don’t be surprised if I love you-ou-ou for all that you a-a-are
I couldn’t help i-it
It’s all your fau-ault

'Nd your love is thick and it swallowed me whole
'Nd you’re so much braver than I give you credit fo-or
And That’s not lip service

You’ve already won me ove-er in spite of me
And don’t be alarmed if fa-a-a-a-all head over fee-eet
And don’t be surprised if I love you-ou-ou-ou for all that you a-a-are
I couldn’t help i-it
It’s all your fau-ault

You are the bearer of unconditional things
And you held your breath and the door for me
And thanks for your patience

[Instrumental/Harmonica break]

You’re the best listener that I’ve ever met
And you’re my best friend
Best friend with benefits
And what took me so lo-ong?

And I’ve never felt this healthy before
And I’ve never wanted something rational
And I am aware now-ow
I am aware now

You’ve already won me ove-er, in spite of me
'Nd don’t be alarmed if fa-a-all head over fee-eet
And don’t be surprised if I love you-ou-ou-ou for all that you a-a-are
I couldn’t help i-it
It’s all your fau-au-au-ault

Ya hya aye, ya hya aye, ya hya aye, oh oh
Ooh ee oo ah hyo oh 'nd oh 'nd oh 'nd oh 'nd ah ooh ow ow
Ah hya aye ya ho oh ya ha ah aye ee

[Harmonica]

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Ironic

Ya da di ya oh da dye yi ya how

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery-y, 'nd died the next day
It’s a black fly in your Chardonnay-ay-ay
It’s a death ro-ow pardon two minutes too late
And isn’t it ironic . . . don’t you think?

It’s like rai-ee-ain on your wedding day
It’s a free-ee ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advi-ee-i-ice that you just didn’t take
'Nd who would’ve thought? . . . it figu-ures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his su-u-uitcase, 'nd kissed his kids good-bye-ee-ye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
“Well isn’t this nice. . .”
And isn’t it ironic. . . don’t you think?

It’s like rai-ee-ain on your wedding day
It’s a free-ee ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advi-ee-i-ice that you just didn’t take
And who would’ve thought . . . it figures

Well life has a funny way, of sneaking up on ya
When you think everything’s okay and everything’s going ri-ee-i-ee-i-ee-i-i-ight
Yeah well life has a funny way, of helping you out when
You think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up
In your fa-a-ace

A traffic jam when you’re already late
A no-smo-oo-oking sign on your cigarette break
It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It’s meeting the man of my dreams
And meeting his beautiful husband
And isn’t it ironic... don’t you think?
A little too-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo ironic ... and yeah I really do think...

It’s like rai-ee-ain on your wedding day
It’s a free-ee ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t ta-ee-ake
And who would’ve thought . . . it figures

Ya da dye ya da hi hi ooh ah ah oh oh oh
Ya da dye ha da di yi ya ha aye

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Mary Jane

What’s the matter Mary Jane, had a hard day?
As you place the don’t disturb sign on the door
You lost your place in line again, what a pity
You never seem to want to dance anymore

It’s a long way down
On this ro-o-oller coaster
That la-ast cha-a-ance streetca-ar
Went off the track
And you’re on it

I hear you’re counting sheep again Mary Ja-ane
What’s the point of tryin’ to dream anymore?
I hear you’re losing weight again Mary Ja-ane
Do you ever wonder who you’re losin' it for?

Well it’s fu-ull spee-eed baby-y
In the wro-o-ong directio-io-ion
There’s a few mo-o-o-ore brui-uises
If that’s the way
You insist on heading

Please be honest Mary Jane
Are you happy-y?
Please don’t censor your tears

Hoo oh oh, hoo ooh ooh ooh

You’re the swee-eet cru-usader
And you’re o-o-on your way-ay-ay-ay
You’re the la-ast grea-ea-eat inno-oce-ent
And that’s why I love you

So take this moment Mary Jane, and be selfish
Worry not about the cars that go-o by-y-y-y-y
'Cause all that matters Mary Jane is your freedom
So keep warm my dear, keep dry-y-y-y

Tell me
Tell me-e-e
What’s the matter Mary Ja-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ane
Tell me

Aooo-ow
Oooooo ah ow
Ha oh oh oh oh oh no hmm

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Not the Doctor

I don’t want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don’t want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
And I don’t want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air ah oh oh
And I don’t want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
And I don’t want to be your baby-sitter
You’re a very big boy now
I don’t want to be your mother
I didn’t carry you in my womb for nine months
Please Show me the back door

Visiting hours are nine to five and if I show up at ten past six
Well I already know that you’d find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

Oh oh oh! I Am not the! Ah oh oh

I don’t want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
And I don’t want to be your other half I believe that one and one make two and
I don’t want to be your food or the light from the fridge
On your face at midnight
Hey, what are you hungry for? Ah ee oh
And I don’t want to be the glue that holds your pieces together, oh
And I don’t want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I’m afraid of heights
And I don’t want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please, open the window-ow-ow

Visiting hours are nine to five and if I show up at ten past six
Well I-I-I already know that you’d find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

Oh oh oh... I am not the! Ah oh ow

And last but not least,
I don’t want to live on someday when my motto is last week
And I, I don’t want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And its wounded beat and
I don’t want to be a substitute for the smoke you’ve been inhalin’
Well what do you thank me
What do you thank me for?

Visiting hours are nine to five and if I show up at ten past six
Well I-eee-I already know that you’d find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it’s too much to ask for and I-I am not the docto-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-or

I am not the! Oh oh oh
'Nd ah ah ah ah ow oh
'Nd ooh ee oh oh oh

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Perfect

[Echoing]

Sometimes, is never quite enough
If you’re flawless (flawless), then you’ll win my love
Don’t forget to win first place
Don’t forget to keep that smile on your fa-ace

Be a good boy
Try a little harder
You’ve got to measure u-up
Make me prou-ouder

How-ow lo-o-o-o-ong, before you screw it up?
And how many times do I have to tell you to hurry up?
With everything I do for you-ou
The least you could do, is keep qui-ie-iet

Be a good girl
You gotta try a little harder
That simply wasn’t good enou-ough
To make us proud

I’ll live through you
I’ll make you what I never was
If you’re the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him, compared to her
I’m doing this for your own damn good
You’ll make up for what I blew
What’s the proble-e-em... why are you crying??

Be a good boy
Push a little farther now-ow-ow
That wasn’t fast enou-ou-ou-ou-ough
To make us happy-y
We’ll love you-ou-ou, just the way you a-are, if you’re per-fect.

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Right Through You

[Instrumental]

Wait a minute man
You mispronounced my name
You didn’t wait for all the information
Before ya turned me away
Wait a minute sir
You kinda hurt my feelings
You see me as a sweet back-loaded puppet
And you’ve got meal ticket taste

I see right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you
I know right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou-ou-ou-ou
I feel right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou-ou-ou
I walk right throu-ou-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou
Ah ha ho
Ya da dum dum dum dum dum ah ho

You took me for a joke
You took me for a child
You took a long hard look at my ass
And then played golf for a while
Your shake is like a fish
You pat me on the head
You took me out to wine dine sixty-nine me
But didn’t hear a damn word I said

I see right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you
I know right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou-ou-ou-ou
I feel right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou
I walk right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou
Ah ha ho
Ya da da da da ya ya ha ho oh oh

Well hello Mr. Man
You did not think I’d come back
You didn’t think I’d show up with my army
And this ammunition on my back
And now that I’m Miss Thi-i-ing
And now that I’m a zillionaire
Ya scan the credits for your name
And wonder why it’s not there

I see right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you
I know right throu-ou-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou-ou-ou-ou
I feel right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou-ou-ou
I walk right throu-ou-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou, you-ou!

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Wake Up

You like snow but only if it’s warm, hey yi
You like rain but only if it’s dry ah yi yi yi
There’s no sentimental value to the rose that fell on your floor
There’s no fundamental excuse for the granted I’m taken fo-or

‘Cause it’s easy not to
So much easie-er not to
And what goes around never comes around to you, to-oo you
Aye ya aye
Ya ah ah ah yi aye
Oh oh oh
Ah how oh oh
Ya da doi

You like pain but only if it doesn’t hurt too much
And you sit . . . and you wait . . . to recei-ei-ei-ei-eive
Well there’s an obvious attraction
To the path of least resistance in your li-i-i-ife
Well there’s an obvious aversion no amount of my insistence
Could make you try toni-ight

‘Cause it’s easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you-oh oh
To you-ou oh oh oh oh oh oh
To you-ou
To you-ou, ah oh oh oh oh oh oh
To you-ou, oh oh
To ya-ou ah ah aye ee ya ah ah, oh

There’s no love no money no thrill anymore

Oh there’s an apprehensive naked little trembling boy
With his head in his ha-ands
And there’s an underestimated and impatient little girl
Raising her ha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-and

But it’s easy not to
So much easie-e-er not to
And what goes around never comes around to you-ou-ou
To you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou, to you-ou-ou

Get up 'n' get u-up 'n' get up off of it
'n' get up 'n' get u-up 'n' get up off of it
'n' get out 'n' get outta here, enough already
'n' get up ple-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ease
'nd wake up

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You Learn

Ah ow, hi ya ha oh
Hi-I recommend getting your heart trampled on, to anyone yeah oh yeah yeah
Hi-I-I recommend walking around naked in your living roo-oo-oo-oom
Yeah... swallow-ow it down, what a jagged little pill
It feels so good, swimmin' in your stomach
Wait until the dust se-ee-e-ee-e-ee-ettles

'Nd you live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lo-ose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you le-e-e-e-e-earn
I ee I I

I-I recommend biting off more than you can chew to anyone
I certainly do-o
I-I-I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any ti-ee-i-ee-ime
Oh feel free-ee
Throw-ow it down, the caution blocks you from the wind
Ho-o-old it u-up, to the ray-ays
You wait and see when the smo-oo-o-oke clears

'Nd you live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lo-ose you learn
'Nd you bleed you learn
You scream you le-e-e-e-e-earn

I hi yow aye ha oh oh oh oh oh ah ha hi yo ya da aye oo
Mm do do do do do do
Ya ha ha aye ya hi yo yi ah ho

We-ear it out, the way a three-year-old would do
Me-elt it down, you’re gonna have to eventually anyway
The fi-ire trucks are coming up around the bend

And you live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lo-ose you learn
And you bleed you learn
You scream you le-e-e-e-e-e-e-earn

'nd you grieve you learn
You choke you learn
You laugh you learn
You choo-oo-oose you le-earn
'Nd you pray you learn
You ask you learn
You live you lea-ea-ah-oh-earn

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You Oughta Know

I want you to know, that I’m happy for you
And I wish nothing but, the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theatre?
Does she speak eloquently?
And would she have your baby?
I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother

‘Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn’t able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no!
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how ya told me you’d hold me
Until you died, ‘til you died
But you’re still alive

And I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fai-air, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I’m not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity?
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
But it was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
And are you thinking of me when you fuck her?

‘Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn’t able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no!
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you’d hold me
Until you died, ‘til you died, but you’re still alive!

And I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

[instrumental break, with Alanis wailing/moaning, almost identical to original]

‘Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me
And I’m not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes, and you know it!
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else’s back
I hope ya feel it . . . well can ya feel it?!

Well I’m he-ere, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fa-air, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
Why I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fa-air, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know-ow!

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Your House

[With soft chordal accompaniment]

I went to your house
Walked up the stairs
And I opened your door
Without ringing the bell
Walked down the hall
Into your room
Where I could smell you

And I
Shouldn’t be here
Without permission
Shouldn’t be he-e-ere

Would you forgive me love
If I dance in your shower?
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed?
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon?
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I, took off my clothes
Put on your robe
And I went through your drawers
And I found your cologne
Went down to the den
Found your CD’s
And I played your Jo-oni-i

And I
Shouldn’t stay long
You might be home soon
Shouldn’t stay lo-o-o-o-ong

Would you forgive me love
If I dance in your shower?
Would you forgive me lo-o-ove
If I laid in your bed?
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I burned your incense
I ran a bath
And I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said “Hello love,
I love you so love
Meet me at midnight”

And no,
It wasn’t my writing
I better go soon
It wasn’t my writing

So forgive me love
If I cry in your shower
So forgive me lo-o-ove
For the salt in your bed
So forgive me love
If I cry all afternoon
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

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Joining You Single #1

Your House (BBC/Radio One Live)

I went to your house
Walked up the stairs
I opened your door
Without ringing the bell
Walked down the hall
Into your room
Where I could smell you

And I
Shouldn’t be here
Without permission
I shouldn’t be he-ee-ere

Would you forgive me love
If I dance in your shower?
Would you forgive me lo-o-ove
If I laid in your bed?
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoo-oon
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I, took off my clothes
Put on your robe
And I went through your drawers
And I found your cologne
Went down to the den
Found your CD’s
And I played your Jo-oni-i

And I
Shouldn’t stay lo-ong
You might be home soon
I shouldn’t stay lo-o-o-ong

Would you forgive me love
If I dance in your shower?
Would you forgive me lo-oo-o-ove
If I laid in your bed?
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoo-oon
Ooh ooh ooh oh ah ah ah

I burned your incense
I ran a bath
And I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said “Hello love,
I love you so love
Meet me at mi-idni-ight”

And no,
It wasn’t my writing
I better go soon
It wasn’t my wri-iti-i-ing

So forgive me love
If I cry in your shower
So forgive me lo-o-ove
For the salt in your bed
So forgive me love
If I cry all afternoo-oon
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

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Joining You Single #2

Thank U (BBC/Radio One Live)

How 'bout getting off o' these antibiotics
How 'bout stopping eating when I'm full up
How 'bout them transparent dangling carrots
How 'bout that ever elusive kudo

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionme-ent
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you, tha-ank you sile-ence

How 'bout me not blaming you for everything
How 'bout me enjoying the moment for once
How 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you
How 'bout grieving it all one at a time

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionme-ent
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you, thank you sile-ence

The moment I let go of it
Was the moment I got more than I could handle
The moment that I jumped off of it
Was the moment that I touched down

How 'bout no longer being masochistic
How 'bout remembering your divinity
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
How 'bout not equating death with stopping

Thank you India
Thank you providence
Thank you disillusionme-ent
Thank you nnnothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you, thank you sile-ence

Ee yeah ah ee yeah

'N oh oh no oh oh no oh oh oh oh oh oh no oh oh no oh oh oh oh no oh oh oh oh oh

[Applause, someone saying 'yay']

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These Are The Thoughts

As per the Joining You Single

To get the lyrics to These R The Thoughts as per MTV Unplugged, click here

These are the thoughts
That go through my head
In my backyard on
A Sunday afternoon
When I have the house
To myself and I am not
Expending all that energy on fighting
With
My
Boy-
Friend

Is he the one
That I will marry?
Then why is it so hard
To be objective about
Myself why do I feel
Cellularly alone?
Am I supposed to live
In this crazy city can blinding
Continued fear reduce regurgitated life
Denying tradition, be overcome

Where does the mo-
ney go that I send?
To those in need if we
Have so much
Why do some people
Have nothing still, why do
I feel frantic when I
First wake up in the morning,
Why do you say you are spiritual?
Yet ya treat people like shit

How can you say
You're close to God?
And yet you talk behind
My back as though I'm not
A part of you, why do
You say I'm fine when it's
Obvious you are not?
Why is it so hard
To tell you what I want?
Why can't you just read my mind?

Why do I fear
That the quieter I am
The less you will listen
Why do I care
Whether you like me or not
Why is it so hard
For me to be angry?
Why is it such work to stay
Consci-ous
And so easy to get stuck
And not the other way around

Will I ever move
Back to Canada again
I'd be with a lover
With whom I am a student
And a master why am I
Encouraged to shut my
Mouth when it gets too close
To home why cannot I
Live in the moment

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