Hand In My Pocket Single, 1995

Hands Clean Single, 2002

Head Over Feet Single, 1997

AND

Ironic Single, 1996

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Hand In My Pocket Single

Hand In My Pocket (Clean Album Version)

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 fine
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
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 alright
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
[Brief Harmonica Solo, courtesy Alanis]
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 sh-
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
But I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends, yeah
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...

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Not The Doctor (Live In Japan)

[Cheers/Applause]

[Spoken:] This is Nick Lashley on guitar let's hear it for him [Cheers] Chris Chaney on Bass [Cheers] Taylor Hawkins on drums [Cheers] and Jessy Tobias on guitar [Cheers] And you are? [Cheers] Good to meet you!

I don’t want to be the filler if the void is solely yours and
I don’t want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
And I don’t want to be the bandage if the wound is not mine and
Lend me some fresh air I-ee-I-I-I
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
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
Ya see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor,
No no oh oh, oh oh, I am not the no oh aye ee aye


And 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
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? Yi ee aye
I don’t want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
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, hey

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 oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
Ya see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
No no no oh oh, I am not the! No...

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 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 docto-o-o-o-o-o-ah-ee-oh-ee-ah-ee-oh-ee-ah-ee-oh-ee-ah-ee-oh-ee-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Ho, la la lie yi ho, ah oh ho ho, ee ya ee ah yi
Oh oh oh oh, oh hi ho oh oh oh ah ah ah ah ah aye
Ho oh oh oh oy, ha ah hey yi oh oh oh oh
Oh ah ho aye
Hoy hoy ha oy oy oy ay
[Harmonica solo]
Oh oh ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay yo oh hoy
Ya da hi yi yi
Ya ya da, ya ya da, ya ya da, ya ya ya yi ho
Ho ho ho oh oh oh ooh hoo
Hoo ooh ooh ooh hoo wa ooh ooh ooh ya da da di
Woo ooh hoo ooh
Hoy, hoy, ha ah ah aye
Ya ya da, ya ya da, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, ho!

[Applause]

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Hands Clean Single

Awakening Americans

We watch movies of murder
And we need censor the breast
Give thanks for the murders
Of Chris Columbus

We kill our own and
We here vote for the man
The lesser of evils
And us starring in the role of victim

I wonder how we'd change if we can
In this land
I wonder how many mountains we'd move if we band together
Us privileged America-ans

We pass our revisions
Onto the next generation
We kneel to the gods of corporation
We eat when we're full and we hoard all the rest
With our hands on remotes we say "Yes, we're the best"

I wonder what we'd change in this land, 'cause we can,
Even with westerncentricity this rampant
Us ugly America-ans

Tied are not my hands
But sick strangers and letters means this part of me is new
For me this awakening Canadian

We teach our offspring for themselves, every man
We shrug our shoulders and create yet another "-ism"
We dissuade our young from using thei-eir imagination
We avert our eyes from this agrarian manifestation

I wonder what we'll change in this land, 'cause we can
I wonder how many mouths we'd fill if we band together
Us awakening America-ans

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Symptoms

A missle sent today, killed only three
The rest were saved, they're far enough away
To not really feel a direct effect on me

They caught him today, least ridiculously
On his race, they weren't sure
He even did it, but they needed a random face

Are these symptoms, symptoms of a simpler cause?
I've had moments in my life when I've contributed but believe me we are
Separate
We are separate
Discredited in this you and me

He won today, smug self-satisfaction
On his face, he blew the others
Out of the water, he said "I was glad
They were disgraced"

Are these symptoms, symptoms of a simpler cause?
I've had moments in my life when I've contributed but believe me we are
Separate
We are separate
Discredited in this you and me

Ah ooh ah ah ah ah oh oh oh
Ah ooh ah ah ah ah oh oh oh
Ooh ah ah ah ah ah oh oh
Ah ooh ah ah ah oh oh oh

He stole what he could
He only had minutes before he'd be caught
He justified every penny he'd taken by blaming
The gap between the rich and rich not

Are these symptoms, symptoms of a simpler cause?
I've had moments in my life when I've contributed but believe me we are
Separate
We are separate
Discredited in this you and me

Separate
We are separate
Discredited in this you and me

[Instrumental]

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Head Over Feet Single

Hand In My Pocket (Live From Brisbane)

NOTE: This track is available on a few different singles; they are all the same, with the exception of the All I Really Want Single, which is a slightly faster dub and different mix; however the exact same performance is used.

[Harmonica intro]
[Cheers, applause]

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-ee-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-o-o yeah yeah
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet, yeah ee ah yeah ho
‘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 laughin'
I’m brave but I’m chicken shit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby
And what it all boils down to, yeah ee ah
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet, yeah ee ah ah ho
But I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing a piano, ho yeah
And what it all comes down to my dear frie-iends, yeah-ee-ah
Is that everything is just fine fine fi-ee-i-ine
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...

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Right Through You (Live from Michigan)

[Note: since in this performance the band joins in at some points, and sometimes the crowd, and sometimes is just Alanis, the singer appears in bold before it...)

[Cheering]

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

Alanis with band: I see right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you
I know right throu-ou-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou aye
I feel right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you
I walk right throu-ou-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou

Alanis: Wuh oh oh ya da da da da dye ya da ah ah ah ah dye

You took me for a joke, yeah
You took me for a child
Alanis with crowd: You took a long hard look at my ass
Alanis: And then played golf for a while
Your shake is like a fi-ish yeah
You pat me on the he-ead
You took me out to [crowd]wine dine 69 me
But you didn’t hear a damn word I said

Alanis with band: I see right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you
I know right throu-ou-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou-ee-you-ee-ou
I feel right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you
I walk right throu-ou-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou

Alanis: Wuh oh oh la da da dum dum dum dum dum ah ha

Well hello Mr. Man
You didn’t 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-ing
And now that I’m a zillionaire
You scan the credits for your name
And wonder why it’s not there

Alanis with band: I see right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you
I know right throu-ou-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou-ee-ou-ee-ou
I feel right throu-ou-ou-ou-ough you
I walk right throu-ou-ou-ou-ou-ough you-ou, you-ou!

[Applause]

Alanis [Spoken]: Thank you very much

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You Learn (Live from Michigan)

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 it down, what a jagged little pill
It feels so good, swimming in your stomach
Wait until the dust se-ee-e-ee-e-ee-ettles

[With band singing along]
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lo-oo-ose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you le-e-e-e-e-earn

[Again solo]
I ee I I, I-I recommend biting off more than you can chew to anyone
Certainly, certainly, certainly, do
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-old it u-up, to the ray-ays
You wait and see when the smo-oo-o-oke clears

[With band again]
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

[Just Alanis again]
I hi yi aye oh oh oh oh oh ah huh huh aye yah, huh huh hi yah
[Guitar solo]

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 be-ee-end

[With band]
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lo-oo-ose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you le-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-he-earn

You grieve you learn
You choke you learn
You laugh you learn
You choo-oose you le-earn
You pray you learn
You ask you [Band: le-e-e-earn (continues to stretch it out) Alanis: learn]
[Alanis (with band continuing their last 'learn' in behind): You live you le-e-e-e-arn]

[Alanis] Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ay yi yi yi hi oh oh oh oh oh oh ah ah ah
[Guitar solo]
[Drum solo] [In the video Alanis runs around stage etc.]
[Band continues to play, cut]

[Crowd cheering, someone in crowd shouts "I love you"]

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Ironic Single

All I Really Want (Live/Acoustic)

[muffled by sounds of crowd]

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 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, woah woah

And all I really want, is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice yo
And all I really want, is deliverance
A-how-oo-ow-oo-ow-ah-yi-yi-ee-yi

Do I wear you out?
You must wonder why I’m relentless and all strung out
I’m consumed by the chill of solitary
See 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 woah woah

And what I wouldn’t give, to find a soulmate
Someone else to catch this drift well oh
What I wouldn’t give to meet a kindred
A-how-oo-ow-oo-ow-ow-hi-ee-yi-ee-yi-ee-yi-ee-ow

[Harmonica Solo]

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

Why are you so petrified of silence?
Here can you handle this?
[Silence for a nine seconds, which crowd screaming overtop]
Did ya think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines
Or when ya think you’re gonna die?
Or did you long for the next dis-traction well
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, woah oh

And all I really want, is some peace man
A place to find a common gra-how-oo-ou-ound
And all I really want, is a wavelength
A-how-oo-ow-oo-ow-ow-ay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee
[Shouting] All I really want, is some comfort
A way to get my hands unti-high-ee-i-ied
And all I really want, is some justice . . .
A-how-oo-ow-oo-ow-ow-ay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-ooh!

[Harmonica/percussion solo]

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Forgiven (Live from Tokyo)

[Applause, mystic music]

Alleluia! Ah ah ee yi! Oh uh aye yi yi! Ah ah aye ya aye aye aye! Eh hey, eh hey

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

We all had our reasons to be the-ere
We all had a thing or two to learn
We all needed something to cling to
So we di-ee-i-hed

I sang Alleluia in the choir
Ah, Alleluia-eluia-eluia-a
I confessed my darkest deeds to an envious ma-ee-a-ee-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 the-ere
We all had a thing or two to learn
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-ain
And I will suffer the consequence of this inquisition
And if I jump in this fountain, will I be forgive-en? Oh oh oh oh

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

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-ee-id

Oh oh oh oh oh ah ho ho

So we di-ee-id ah ho oh ah ee aye ya hoo hoo ya yi yi yi-i

So we di-ee-id oh ho ho oh oh oh ya dee doo oo oo ya ha hi hi i ha ow oh

[Applause]

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Mary Jane (Live/Acoustic)

(Hard guitar riffs)

What’s the matter Mary Jane, you had a [with audience joining in] hard day?
[Solo again]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 dow-own
On this ro-o-oller coaster
The last cha-a-ance stree-eetca-ar
Went off the track
And you’re on it

I hear you’re counting sheep again Mary Ja-a-ane
What’s the point of tryin’ to dream a-ny-more?
I hear you’re losing weight agai-ain Mary Ja-ane
'Ya ever wonder who you’re losing it for?

Well it’s full speed baby-ay
In the wro-o-o-ong direction
There’s a few-ew more brui-uises
If that’s the way
You insist on heading

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

Aie-ei-aie! [To cheers from the audience] Aie-ei-aie!!!!

You’re the sweet crusader
And you’re o-o-on your way
You’re the last grea-eat innoce-ent
And that’s why, I love you

[Pause, with crowd going nuts]

So take this moment Mary Jane, and be selfish
Worry not about the cars that go-o by
All that matters Mary Jane is your freedom
So keep warm my dear, keep dry-y-y-y [held for 18 seconds with crowd cheering in background]

Tell me
Te-ell me oh hey
What’s the matter Mary Ja-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ane
Tell me
Aooh!
Aye yi aye ee aye

[Applause]

[Spoken]: Thank you very much

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Not the Doctor (Modern Rock Live from L.A.)

[Instrumental]

I don’t want to be the filler if the void is solely yours and
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 and
Lend me some fresh air aye ee aye aye aye
[Instrumental]
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
Show me the back door

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
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
Ya see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor no no oh oh

Oh! I am not the, no

And 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 1 and 1 make 2
I don’t want to be your food or the light from the fridge
On your face at midnight
Yeah, what are you hungry for? Yi ee aye
And I don’t want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
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 oh

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you’d find some way to sneak me in and oh 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 no no oh

Oh.. I am not the, no

And I don’t want to live on someday when my motto is last week, and I
And 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 ya thank me for?

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you’d find some way to sneak me in and oh oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
Ya see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the docto-oo-oh-oo-oh-oo-aye-ee-oh-ee-aye-ee-oh-ee-aye-ee-oh-ee-aye-ee-oh-ee-aye-aye-oh-oh-oh-or

Oh la la li yi oh oo oo oo aye ya da aye aye aye aye oo la la ho oh ho oh ho oh oh oh oh oh ha ah oh oh aye oh oh oh oh no ho oh oh oh oh ha oo aye aye ho oh oh hi ho hi hi-i-i-i-i

[Harmonica solo]

Ho oh oh aye aye aye aye aye aye aye yi yi oh ho ho ho ho ya-ya-ya ya-ya-ya ya-da-ya ya yi yi yi yi ho ho oh oh oh oh oo woo woo hoo oo oo oo woo oo oo oy ya yi yi di yi woo hoo oo oy hoy ho ho ho ho ho ah hi

Ya-ya-da oh-oh-oh oh-ee-ho ah-oh-he
Hmmmmm....

[Applause]

[Spoken:] Thank you

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Wake Up (Modern Rock Live from L.A.)

[Slow and soft]

You like snow but only if it’s warm, ah-yi
You like rain but only if it’s dry-y-y-y-y
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 easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you, to-oo you
Oy ya aye ya ah oh oh aye yi yi aye aye aye aye oh no ho yi la da di aye

You like pain but only if it doesn’t hurt too much
And you sit . . . and you wait . . . to recei-ei-ei-ei-eive
'nd there’s an obvious attraction
To the path of least resistance in your li-i-i-i-ife
Well there’s an obvious aversion no amount of my insistance
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-ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ah-wa-aye
To you-ou-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, to you-ou-ou-ou-ou, to you--ou-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-aye, to you-ou-ou-oh-oh-oh-oh, to ya-hoo-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aye-yi. . .

There’s no lo-o-o-o-ove, no money, no thrill anymore

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

'Cause it’s easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you-ee-ow-ee-ow-ee-ow
To you-ou-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-how, to you-oh-oo-oh

Get up get up 'n' get up off of it
'n' get up 'n' get u-up 'n' get up off of it
'n' get out get the hell outta here, enough already-y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah
'n' get up 'n' get u-up 'n' get up off of it
'nd wake up

[Applause]

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