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Everyday
03:26
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I never wanted to get out of bed
I’d curse the sunlight when the morning came
Get on the school bus with the living dead
Until you told me that you felt the same
Bass drum beating in my chest
Boom Boom Boom - it won’t let me rest.
And the clock goes - beep beep, but I never did get to sleep
‘Cause EVERYDAY is the best day of my life.
What’s bad gets better if you let it
EVERYDAY is the best day of my life
Want my love? You’re gonna get it.
When you feel empty in a crowded place
Is it because you’re really missing me?
When you’re alone do you fill up the space
With the thought of maybe kissing me?
Everyone’s giving love a chance
Everyone’s in a new romance
I’m seeing what I want to see
And that’s how it looks to me
EVERYDAY is the best day of my life
What’s bad gets better if you let it
EVERYDAY is the best day of my life
Want my love? You’re gonna get it.
You’re gonna get it.
So come, come and get it.
How long till you prove me wrong?
How long can I sing this song?
Not a lot you can do or say;
I don’t believe in yesterday, so..
EVERYDAY is the best day of my life
What’s bad gets better so you better let it
EVERYDAY is the best day of my life
Want my love? You’re gonna get it.
You’re gonna get it.
So come,
Come and get it.
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2. |
Whateverville
03:06
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You’ll pay for this
I mean, for lunch
Let’s not be friends
But thanks a bunch
I should be stabbing your eyes with my spoonfork
Throwing my fries in your face
Writhing around like I’m wounded
And telling the world what you’ve done
But I don’t see the point of it.
WHATEVERVILLE
Gotta go.
Hey, no hard feelings here.
‘Cause Funkytown
Is not my crowd
They’re in my face
And very loud
But I found me the coolest of places
Where people can keep to themselves
It’s a world exactly like this one
Only no one’s in love
I’m never coming back
WHATEVERVILLE
It’s okay
Hey
I’m all ready
WHATEVERVILLE
It’s okay
Hey
I’m already there.
Don’t tell me why.
I understand “goodbye."
Don’t tell me who.
What good would knowing do?
I wish I could forget the things I know already.
You’d be surprised
How much it’s grown
They’re coming here
To be alone
Where everyone’s turned down their music
(They even forget that it’s on)
And no one remembers their nightmares
And nobody daydreams at all
‘Cause no one really cares.
WHATEVERVILLE
It’s okay
Hey
No hard feelings EVERVILLE
It’s okay, hey,
No hard feelings...
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Someday, I’ll call you my boyfriend.
Meantime, I’ll borrow your sweater.
Your heart is sick but I’m not Dr. Love;
I can’t make it better.
Tell you what:
You gotta work it out
And BRING IT BACK TO ME.
I can’t be wooed with a slow dance.
I can’t be bought with some flowers.
And I can’t be moved by pretty words;
I’m not impressed by your powers.
Move yourself!
You gotta work it out
And BRING IT BACK TO ME.
I, I know you’ve got your problems and I feel for you, I do.
Go on and try to solve your problems or they’ll be my problems too.
I take good care of my garden.
I’ll pull you out like a weed
If I’m not what you really want,
But just what you need.
What you need
You gotta work it out
And BRING IT BACK TO ME.
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Alone
Amongst
The scowls
And the sneers,
I yearn to meet my love.
And in my ears,
He sings
To me
KURT COBAIN!
When I play him very loud,
His guitar’s a mushroom cloud,
Destroying every crowd.
HE’S THE ONE!
When I’m having a lousy day,
He would never smile and say,
“It’s gonna be okay."
HE’S THE ONE!
When life is a poison gas,
And you can feel it slowly pass
Through a godforsaken ass.
HE’S THE ONE!
When I’m full of fear and doubt,
He’ll never sell me out.
He’ll just let me sit and pout
That’s what KURT COBAIN’S ABOUT!
Don’t see me
Don’t feel me
Don’t touch me
Don’t try to heal me
Don’t bug me
Don’t tease me
Don’t call me
Don’t try to please me
Why must I wait so long?
HE’S THE ONE
To save me from this place.
KURT COBAIN
If you want to help me cope,
Don’t disturb my morning mope
To give me words of hope.
HE’S THE ONE!
To break my final fall.
It’s his name that I’ll call.
All we are is all in all we all are.
HE’S THE ONE
He’s tiring of the grind.
He’s looking more resigned.
His skin is...nevermind.
HE’S THE ONE
‘Cause we’ll make a pretty pair
On the brink of deep despair.
We can make our future there.
(Plus, he’s a millionaire.
Not that I really care,
Though it’s nice to have some cash to spare.)
What’s that?
He’s what?
Oh, no!
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You try to throw up
When you see him kiss my cheek.
It isn’t working:
Something wrong with your technique.
Gag until you vomit.
Laugh out loud until you pee.
Cry your eyes out when you hear the truth:
It’s great to be me!
I’m in love:
NANNY NANNY BOO BOO!
And I don’t even care what you say.
When we were besties,
You had me rolling on the floor.
I loved your put downs.
They’re not funny anymore.
I lost a so-called friend
I wish I’d never had.
You’re not worth my attention
But it’s fun
Making you mad!
I’m in love:
NANNY NANNY BOO BOO!
And I don’t even care what you say.
The world can be so cold:
So much jealousy we need to rise above.
But fear’s the only thing to be afraid of!
So don’t forget the golden rule:
Be not afraid to be uncool.
I’m happy to be made a fool
For LOVE.
And when you grow up (if you have a life by then),
We can laugh at how you were right now,
When...
I’m in love (NANNY NANNY BOO BOO!)
And I don’t even care what you say.
I don’t even care.
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6. |
Obvious Girls
04:14
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I was your best friend.
Now I don’t think we’re friends at all
‘Cause when I come over
There’s a life-sized Barbie Doll
Where my friend should be.
So this is the end;
You have become an OBVIOUS GIRL.
What can you say to the OBVIOUS GIRLS
Who think they’re in love?
When they’re posing and preening
And combing their curls?
It’s OBVIOUS it isn’t love.
Ken is a breast fiend.
He’s got you hooked on the world’s worst drug;
It makes everything boring
And leaves you with a shrug
Where the spirit was.
There’s nobody here,
And you have become an OBVIOUS GIRL.
The boys have their way with the OBVIOUS GIRL
Who wants to be loved.
From the thrills that they steal
To the taunts that they hurl,
It’s OBVIOUS she won’t be loved.
OBVIOUS GIRLS on the playground at night.
They’re trying to smoke.
Look at ‘em scared they’re not doing it right.
Anyone can learn to smoke
Keep away, BARBIE!
What flies through the air with the greatest of ease
In the beaks of the birds and the stings of the bees?
What spreads through the schools, beats you down on your knees,
And sells off your soul for the prettiest please?
And why are my friends always dropping like fleas?
If I were the victim, I’d know my disease
Wasn’t love!
I wish I were ugly.
I wish I could run away and hide.
But I know the future;
I’ll trade away my pride for a fairy tale
(And I won’t even care
That I can’t get it back).
I’ll be joining the ranks of the OBVIOUS GIRLS,
Preserving the race.
They’ll be cheering me on as my banner unfurls.
We’ll march away with flags of white.
OBVIOUS GIRLS may be tempted to think
They’re in on the joke.
There will always be someone to tickle them pink.
They’ll never know they are the joke.
You’ve fallen in line with the OBVIOUS GIRLS.
You’ll be true ‘til the end.
Yes, and somewhere ahead there’s a hatchet that twirls,
Which you can call “destiny."
OBVIOUS GIRLS take a trip to the mall;
They’ve heard there’s a sale.
They’re spending their money, they’re having a ball
But they don’t know that they’re for sale.
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I can hear you when you say things,
But I won’t be one of your playthings.
You use them,
Then you lose them.
Come on, come on, you know
That’s your claim to fame!
So I’m sending a reminder;
I don’t need another spellbinder.
You’re a con man.
Oh, come on, man,
Come on, come on, you know
How you play the game.
You mesmerize me,
But you can’t surprise me
‘Cause I’ll keep my EYES OPEN
Just the same.
So your friends say I’m a fighter,
A divider not a uniter.
I can act tough, but it’s all bluff.
Come on, come on, you know
Or it’s time you knew.
I’ll be so tender
Once you surrender,
But just keep your EYES OPEN
When you do.
There’s something in the summer sun that melts my cares away
‘Til I forget there ever was a cloudy day.
It almost makes me want to close my eyes.
But that would not be wise;
I’ve known a lot of guys!
You’re assaulting all my senses,
So of course I put up defenses.
I detect that you respect that.
Come on, Come on, you know
Love’s a burning flame.
The sun is blazing.
It feels amazing.
It’s just right for sharing,
Too bright for staring.
But I’ll keep my EYES OPEN
Just the same.
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8. |
Dreaming of Love
03:57
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Love is the risk we take
That our hearts will break
Are we thinking clearly?
Is this a mistake?
Our eyes may be open
But how do we know we’re awake?
So what if it’s just pretend?
Who says that it has to end?
It’s no big deal.
We’ll feel how it feels to be DREAMING.
Love, this is something new.
Can I dream with you?
Not just for a moment,
But all the way through.
At least we can fake it.
Maybe we’ll make it come true.
If lovers are made of dreams,
And nothing is what it seems,
Then life is cruel,
But isn’t it cool to be DREAMING
That we know how to dance
And the sequined sky is gleaming
And we sway in the glow of a disco moon
And you tell me I’m not DREAMING.
Well, we all deceive
With the dreams we weave,
But you make me happy;
I want to believe.
So I’ll look for the magic
And not what you have up your sleeve.
If everything comes undone,
At least we’ve been having fun.
It won’t be sad;
It isn’t so bad to be DREAMING.
And if this is just a dream,
Someone’s unholy scheme,
Don’t wake up yet.
Be glad that we get to be DREAMING.
DREAMING of love.
Be glad that we get
To be DREAMING of love
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9. |
One Plus One
03:38
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Though you’re a pit-stop romancer,
You’re nobody’s answer
To “Who’s your girlfriend?”
They’re always dying to meet you
But not to complete you.
So take a minute;
Think about your fate.
Take a minute;
It’s time to calculate.
ONE PLUS ONE is more than you’ll ever have.
And ONE PLUS ONE is more than you’ll ever put together,
Than you’ll ever put together.
There may be dozens besides you
But as he divides you
(You feel connected)
Still there’s an end to the action:
He’s good at subtraction
For just a minute,
You’re sure you’re all there is.
For just a minute,
What’s his is yours, what’s yours is his,
But ONE PLUS ONE etc.
Your nights are numbered;
You’ll never find your bliss.
You know they’re numbered;
It’s you who’s singing this!
ONE PLUS ONE
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10. |
It’s A Big World
04:48
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The Great Mississippi proceeded along my hometown.
Jesse and me would go down
Where the steamboats rolled by
With puffing pipe organs
And ferris-wheel paddles
And folks who’d wave to me
Like they already knew me.
As I cried “hello,” the whistle would blow
And the steamboat would take them away.
But I had to stay.
It’s a BIG BIG WORLD after all,
So don’t make it small.
Hello Manhattan, you look like the Fourth of July
With your buildings that light up the sky
As they reach for the stars.
I got on this airplane
To make something happen
‘Cause I can sing pretty.
Are you ready, New York City?
I knew when I
Told my Jesse goodbye,
We’d never have much more to say;
He asked me to stay.
But it’s a BIG BIG WORLD after all,
So don’t make it small
For me.
Do the lights of Manhattan shine down on my Jesse back home?
No more than the copperheads roam
Spanish Harlem by night.
With some of me here and some of me there,
There’s no way to fix me;
I’m a Yankee whistling Dixie.
But wherever I go,
Each town says hello,
And each crowd calls the name of my song,
And I know I belong
To a BIG BIG WORLD after all.
So don’t make it small for me.
It’s a BIG BIG WORLD after all,
So don’t make it small.
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11. |
You’re Workin’ For Me
03:54
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What you ever done makes you so sure
You’re not your mama’s worst mistake?
Dreams are only dreams; they don’t come true.
What do you do when you’re awake?
The coffee’s in your cup.
I suggest you drink it all up.
If you want love, YOU’RE WORKING FOR ME now!
Do you want love?
Disinfect the furniture,
And flush your filthy habits down the drain.
Read a book for grown-ups to remember
How it feels to use your brain.
If you’d only act your age,
You could earn the maximum wage.
If you want love, YOU’RE WORKING FOR ME now!
Do you want love?
It won’t be easy;
You got a lot to do.
If you don’t think I’m worth it,
This is not the job for you.
If you don’t make the grade,
You don’t get paid.
I’m not afraid to be a jerk.
You want my love? I’ll make you WORK!
Lay off the fried potatoes
If you want to make me think you even care.
If not right now, then when? Not me, then who?
Not this, then what? Not here, then where?
You could be living large.
Don’t forget it’s me who’s in charge.
If you want love, YOU’RE WORKING FOR ME now!
Do you want love?
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12. |
Diary
03:28
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Do you want to read my DIARY?
Start from the beginning,
Read out loud to me.
I’m not scared.
I’m not scared.
You can read my DIARY
If you want to.
You may be happy with what you know of me so far,
With me the way I seem to be
And you the way you are.
That’s my scam;
I’m a sham!
So you should read my DIARY
Do you want to know
The spiteful things that I’ve been thinking of?
And how I have undone myself
To hurt the ones I love?
‘Cause I don’t wanna lie anymore!
Then if you still like me after all you’ve found,
I’ll know there’s something wrong with you,
But you can stick around
If you’re not scared.
I’m not scared.
Come on and read my DIARY
‘Cause I want you to.
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The Shut-Ups Atlanta, Georgia
We're a five-piece new-wave power-pop band from Atlanta and Athens, GA and practice daily at 6AM. We do more before 8AM than
most bands do all week.
We're not about Pleasure or Fun. You may enjoy listening to us. You may not. You may pretend to enjoy us because others you respect seem to. They may be pretending, too. In which case you may want to consider what else they're pretending about.
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