Wide Awake with the Pills
 | Tracklist 01. Intro |
ALL THAT WAY
I've got a pebble in my shoe. I'd take it out but it reminds me of you: small and kinda perfect and digging in with every step.
And you're a tattoo on my arm. Oh, at the start I didn't mean any harm, but now you're kind of permanent and in a way you're heaven sent. SOMETIMES... finding out is all about SOMETIMES... finding out is all about you make me feel all that way.
You're like a thistle in my side. It's like a whistle at the top of a ride when every fall is yet to come, and fear and fate resolve as one.
CHORUS
REAL, REAL GONE
Here’s to all the legs you’ve crossed,
the candyfloss and ruins in your wake.
And I am just another one; some flotsam
that you jettisoned on takeoff.
And now you’re leaving to pursue a solo career.
The cobble-webbed streets lifting up to your feet
and I know how they feel.
You seem to destroy every boy that you meet
but that’s just how you feel... real.
Here’s to all the heads you’ve turned,
the bridges burned and visions you’ve denied.
I guess that’s just the way it goes, I never
know exactly where your lies end.
But all the shit you spin out somehow turns
to gold.
CHORUS
Real, real gone, Real, real gone
Real, real gone.
CHORUS
WIDE AWAKE (and Fading out)
Come on out don't let me down
You and I'll drink up this town.
Were takin' jetports to the show
feed on lightning as we go
dancing in the afterglow.
She's got the clothes, she looks tight.
A handful of leapers, all right.
We mix in the crowd like sugar,
cause she got her mojo with her.
She fills the room like stereo,
when she go-go goes!
I know this place way deep inside
I'll take you there, you'll blow your mind.
All they do is bounce and hop
the records skip, they never stop
a hundred thousand watts of pop!
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Our lucky stars have fallen down
the raging moon is fading out.
The city sleeps and hides it's face
glowing T.V.'s melt away but you and me
are wide awake, you and me are wide awake,
you and me are wide awake, you and me
are wide awake!
THE DEVIL'S SONG
The angel on my shoulder flew away today
Now there’s only one voice in my ear
And Satan’s sweet suggestions
Might make me misbehave
So if my motives seem unclear
That’s why I’m here
Here in your face
Calling you names and trashing your place
I’m jumping on your bed
‘Cause there’s voices in my head
And they used to be yours
I’m dialing up the number of the beast
For a piece of advice that I might need to use
And that devil makes me do it
Or at the very least
That’s the excuse I choose to use
That’s why I lose
Why I lose face
Playing these games and taking up space
I’m burning your bed
‘Cause there’s voices in my head
And they used to be yours
And we used to be so happy, you and me
Talking all the time
Day out, day in
Now that you’re gone, those conversations carry on
But only in my mind
And I don’t like the things that I think you would be saying
That’s why I’m here
Here in your face
Calling you names and trashing your place
I’m pissing on your bed
‘Cause there’s voices in my head
And they used to be yours
But I’m not really here
I’m not here in your face
I’m not calling you names
I’m not trashing your place
I’m only here
Here in my head
Thinking up nasty things to do to you instead
Instead of being there
There at your place
Seeing you smile and touching your face
If I’m dreaming of your bed
It’s ‘cause there’s voices in my head
And they used to be yours.
CALL ME IF THERE'S ANY CHANGE
I’ve been trying to lay down and bleed to please you.
‘Cause I’m dying to show you just how much I need you.
But you just don’t care
and you’ve made that clear.
And now the only good thing is an extract of a promise that you’ll
CALL ME IF THERE’S ANY CHANGE.
I would hammer out our future but you fear breaking a nail.
brought you flowers, a bunch of clover, and found you grinning
on a four leaf bale.
And you thought it was sweet,
but it couldn’t compete.
And now the only notice that I get from you is sympathy.
CALL ME IF THERE'S ANY CHANGE
guitar solo (symbolizing an emotional reckoning)
Now the penny has dropped
and it’s not gonna stop...
And now I know you’ll never value anything you get from me.
So one more thing to ease my mind;
you’ll need a friend so here’s a dime
CALL ME IF THERE ‘S ANY CHANGE.
MOLLY & ME
“Molly & Me”
Carved on a tree
That’s rotting away
Stick figure man
Drawn on the sand
Drowning in waves
Maybe I have missed my calling
Someday I will stop my stalling
Words on the screen
Macintosh green
Being deleted
Stories and songs
Started so strong
Never completed
Could it be that we are crawling
When I felt like we were falling
Falling down
Molly & Me
SOMETHING ABOUT NICOLA
Wanted attention in the worst way
and that’s just how you’ll get it now.
And the first time you gave it up
you learned to move your knees around.
Now all your paper dolls bent back beneath their expectations
but what if you are just another new sensation?
THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT NICOLA, yeah.
You took a bottle of sleeping pills
to wake your parents up.
It just got the hall way filled
with poppies and chrysanthemums.
Now all those pedal pushers can’t believe it’s true
the extra-ordinary friction caused by you
THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT NICOLA, yeah.
And when the boys come she puts them in
the living room
with her other favorite trophies
THAT’S ONE THING ABOUT NICOLA, yeah.
BUTTERNUT
He shaves with a bar of soap and a broken glass
He combs the high school looking for a piece of ass
He shows things to the girls that they don’t wanna
They say he’s hung like the baby
On that album by Nirvana
I guess it’s safe to say he’s got no class
But he’s alive in his own insignificant way
He thrives in a dipsomaniacal haze
His Christian name is Mud
But the children call him Butternut
He sits in an easy chair with a simple mind
He flips through a catalog filled with picture brides
But he knows they’d never pick him for their lover
Life’s a Cheap Trick album and he’s stuck on the back cover
I guess it’s safe to say he’s got no pride
He’s alive in his own insignificant way
He thrives in a dipsomaniacal haze
His Christian name is Mud
But the children call him Butternut
He hogs the ball in the same old game
After all, what’s in a name?
As he makes a midnight snack of soggy pretzels
He says, “I feel about as useful as an 8-track in an Edsel”
I guess it’s safe to say he’s got no shame
CHORUS
BACK OF YOUR HEAD
Please turn around, cuz I love your hair
And I wanna find out if your face can compare
To the beauty of your booty
Shooting through me
I love the back of your head
I love the back of your head
That’s what I said
Staring at you from my seat on the train
And my breath is making fog on the windowpane
I still have doubts as the train pulls out
And you fade into the crowd
I love the back of your head
I love the back of your head
That’s what I said
SOFT
I’d wake up at the crack of eleven,
stir some coffee and don my favorite turtleneck, soft and brown.
Then head on out on my GS scooter, go
downtown where all my groovy friends hang out, soft and brown.
This is my ideal day, all I’d really want is you.
Cross the bridge to good old pipeline
and fill our bags with old small faces forty fives, warm and round.
Back downtown to the old Green Dragon
to fill our noggins with English beer
that makes our heads soft and brown.
This is my ideal day, all I’d really want is you.
SCOOTER GURL
(She’s So Faithful)
“Scooter boy seeks scooter gurl” the advert said
in the back of a magazine,
the kind devoted to the ready, steady, go scene.
She arrived on a flash servetta,
she had a sleek frame
and was loaded with chrome and the like.
And if you know what I mean,
man you should’ve seen her bike.
She’s so faithful, she’s so faithful.
She appeared in riot clothes and casually rode
my vespa into the ground.”Nothing personal.”
so we went out and around.
Riding free with the wind in our hair
we went gliding and shrining
until the light started to go-
“When will I see you again?”
She said “I’ll see you out on the road.”
She’s so faithful, She’s so faithful.
All songs performed and produced by The Pills except 'The Devil's Song" produced by Scott Riebling.
Additional musicians on Wide Awake: John Walton, Quinn Martian, Joey Fame, David Minehan, Jamie Edwards, Paula Kelley, Josh Arakelian
Recorded by: David Minehan, Dave Westner, Darren Burke at Woolly Mammoth, Boston, MA. Brian Charles, Pete Weiss at Zippah, Brighton, MA. Scott Riebling and Paul Hager at Prophet, Boston, MA. Rob Ignazzio at PSR, Cambridge, MA Steve Reynolds at Ultrasonic, New Orleans, LA
CD cover design and layout by PYFITE.
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