Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

in through my veins, without brains,

I involuntarily take what I need, then I bleed

and it comes right back to me.

But guts only eat and sometimes

they repeat on you.

Keeping you on your toes or crouched above the loo.

That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.

That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.

Blood turns from blue into red

'cause of oxygen that it's fed

and I turn back to blue,

'cause I'm losing you,

but tummy just growls

not real words, mostly vowels

and I always forget sometimes Y

Gratification can cause constipation

if organs are left to die.

That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.

That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.

I gained all this weight out of love, not hate

I've got so much love to give (give me a break!)

I'd love to sleep in late, but that dessert looks great.

Was it something I said or was it some I ate?

Heart beats in sync, beat in time,

beat in bodies likes hers and mine,

But I fed only one, and look what it's done;

I've run out of blood and I'm chewing my cud and

my gastrointestinal festival's best of all

The cardiovascular questions they ask you are

Less than the answers they give you like cancer and

That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.

That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

I tend the wheat field that makes your bread.

I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed.

Mother Nature & Mother Earth

Are two of three women who dictate what I'm worth

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I'm the farmer.

I work in the fields all day.

Don't mean to alarm her,

But I know it was meant to be this way.

You cried a tear, I wiped it dry

I put you up upon a pedestal so high

if you should waiver, if you should sway

I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away.

You signed your picture with an O and X

I bet you don't write "love" each time you sign your cheques.

Chorus

All of this corn I grow I grow it all for you

I took a hatchet to the radio I did it all for you

You could have written back,

You could have said "Thank you"

I guess you've got better things,

better things to do.

You say you love me, is that the truth?

Although they've heard the songs, my friends want living proof.

I know your address, I ring the bell

I bring you flowers and a .22 with shells.

I'm the farmer

I work in the fields all day

Never wanted to harm her

But I know it was meant to be this way.

I Know

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

I know why I like you

it's cause of your clothing and your haircut

and 'cause you're racist.

I have a match; your face,

My asking you questions you can't answer.

You want to box me?

Our world works in a weird way

I've heard them say a man with a beard may

frighten children or dogs but a moustache scares me more.

I know why you bite me

it's cause of your instincts and your canines

and 'cause I kicked you.

I have a bone to pick;

Please go on the paper and fetch me my slippers

and stop meowing.

Man's best friend wags his tail and

bares his teeth to the man with the mail and

though he's frightened of thunder he never goes to war.

Tell me what's the circumstance of circumcision?

And what goes in my daughter's pants is whose decision?

I've seen the facts of inter-race relations,

of see-through slacks, of cyber-masturbation;

if a hundred monkeys each could get their own show,

Perhaps one day a chimp might say

"You have faith, you just need to use it sayeth the Lord"

I know why I like you

it's cause of your sandals and your supper

and 'cause you're Jesus

I have a match; your Dad, my dad has

your picture right next to your mother's

and one of Charo

They hold hands up in heaven.

And they say that their son's name is Kevin

But I read in a book somewhere that his name is Jack...

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

I don't buy everything I read,

I haven't even read everything I've bought.

I don't cry every time I bleed,

My eyes are dry, but they're bloodshot.

I have faith in medication

I believe in the Prozac Nation

You play doctor, but I've lost patience

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But this is where it ends

This is where it ends

Call the police and call the press

But please, dear God, don't tell my friends

This is where it ends

This is where it ends

Where's my pride? Where's my self-esteem?

Does it show in the drinks I've bought?

I don't hide every time I'm seen, but I try not to get caught.

Make excuses for behaviour

Can my illness be my saviour?

Hid my heart while you still gave yours

Chorus

She says she wants to live in a movie

I say I want someone else to stand behind me

And write it all down

'cause I can't be bothered doing it myself.

And I don't want the responsibility of

proving it's importance.

I have loved and I have waited

Been picked up and been sedated

mental health is overrated

Chorus

Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

Music by Ed Robertson

I look straight in the window, try not to look below

Pretend I'm not up here, try counting sheep

But the sheep seem to shower off this office tower

Nine-point-eight straight down I can't stop my knees.

Chorus:

I wish I could fly

From this building, from this wall

And if I should try,

would you catch me if I fall?

My hands clench the squeegee, my secular rosary

Hang on to your wallet, hang on to your rings

Can't look below me, or something might throw me

Curse at the windstorms that October brings.

I look in the boardroom; a modern pharaoh's tomb

I'd gladly swap places, if they care to dive

They're lined up at the window, peer down into limbo

They're frightened of jumping, in case they survive.

I wish I could step from this scaffold

onto soft green pastures, shopping malls, or bed

With my family and my pastor and my grandfather who's Dead

Look straight in the mirror, watch it come clearer

I look like a painter, behind all the grease

But paintings creating, and I'm just erasing

A crystal-clear canvas is my masterpiece

Chorus

I Live With it Every Day

Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page

On August first, nineteen-eight-one

I cycled to Scott's house with a BB gun

We were almost twelve, but we looked thirteen

He had baby-blue eyes that I shot him between

Nature provides for us a safety net

Whatever we do, we can never forget

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I live with it every day

Even though we moved away

Our yesterdays are on a loop;

A marathon of heartbreaking moments

I live with it every day

For every step I have to pay

The only thing that they can't take

The guild that spirals in my wake

The day they found me asleep on the floor

Engine running, closed garage door

Was the day the For Sale sign arrived on the lawn

Two weeks later, and we were gone

Everyone falls through time and the funnel it makes

But I'm staying here inside my biggest mistake

Chorus

The love I put away

Like games that children play

The hearts you choose to break

Like cars dumped in the lake

The laugh lines on your face

The life I won't embrace

The cold house I won't leave

The guests I won't receive

Chorus

The Old Apartment

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

Broke into the old apartment

This is where we used to live

Broken glass, broke and hungry

broken hearts and broken bones

This is where we used to live

Why did you paint the walls?

Why did you clean the floor?

Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door?

This is where we used to live

Why did you keep the mousetrap?

Why did you keep the dishrack?

these things used to be mine

I guess they still are, I want them back

Broke into the old apartment

Forty-two stairs from the street

Crooked landing, crooked landlord

Narrow laneway filled with crooks.

This is where we used to live.

Why did they pave the lawn?

why did they change the locks?

Why did I have to break it, I only came here to talk

This is where we used to live

How is the neighbor downstairs?

How is her temper this year?

I turned up your TV and stomped on the floor just for fun

I know we don't live here anymore

We bought an old house on the Danforth

She loves me and her body keeps me warm

I'm happy here

But this is where we used to live

Broke into the old apartment

Tore the phone out of the wall

Only memories, fading memories

Blending into dull tableaux

I want them back

I want them back

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

You and I were meant to be

Even though you don't know me

I don't even know your name

And do you think that you know mine?

You were lonely, I was bored

I may be more than you can afford

But I'm sure we'll meet halfway

And I've got this crazy feeling

you've been trying to get to me

When all you have to do is calmly

Call me, call me, call me

Basic service: sixty bucks

I'll roll the dice, you try your luck

A pair gets me a week in rent

And a straight gets even more.

I'm no good at playing cards

I hold my dates in high regard

Pay up front and ye shall receive

Love is never in-between

if it isn't one thing, then

it's always something else

I don't even know what I mean

I thought that it was nothing, but now I

can't find nothing else

Oh, you can't hide

But at least you tried to

Call me, call me, call me

Are you ashamed of what you've done?

All we did was have some fun

I won't judge and I won't tell

And I'll forget you when you've gone

I pity all you working stiffs,

Living wondering "what if?"

"What if someday I was free?"

Chorus

Words & Music by Steven Page

The bravest thing I've ever done

Was to run away and hide

But not this time, not this time

And the weakest thing I've ever done

Was to stay right by your side

Just like this time, and every time

I couldn't tell you I was happy when you were gone

So I lied and said that I missed you when we were apart.

I couldn't tell you, so I had to lead you on

But I didn't mean to break your heart.

And if I always seem distracted

Like my minds somewhere else,

That's because it's true, yes it's true

it's this stupid pride that makes me feel

Like I have to follow through

Even half-assedly, loving you

Why must I always speak in terms of cowardice?

When I guess I should have just come out and told you right from the start

Why must I always tell you all I want is this?

I guess 'cause I didn't want to break your heart

And you said;

"What'd you think that I was gonna do,

Curl up and die just because of you?

I'm not that weak, you know

What'd you think that I was gonna do,

Try to make you love me as much as I love you?

how could you be so low?

You arrogant man,

What do you think that I am?

My heart will be fine

Just stop wasting my time"

And now I know that you will be okay, and that I

got what I want and that's rid of you

Good bye

And it's not cause I'll be missing you

That makes me fall apart

it's just that I didn't mean to break

No I didn't mean to break

No I didn't mean to break

Your heart

Spider in My Room

Words & Music by Jim Creeggan

There's a spider in my room

There's a spider in my room

And then a voice above my head

Said if that spider were made dead

I'd better grow some fins 'cause

it would make it easier to swim

I don't like spiders and snakes

The way they crawl, the way they shake

if a spider gets killed how does that make it rain

How could I be the one to blame

A whisper drizzled down from the ice in its eyes

it said, "Try pickin' on your own damn size,"

But the Hoover was quick, termination complete

in its bedroom home got a chance to eat.

in the corner beside my bed

Very busy spinning thread

Eight legs and a little head

I hear the thunder from outside

And the water's gettin' high

I don't like moths and bugs

They buzz, they get in the rugs

But where does a guy find some room

in this life raft home, a little rubber tomb

There's a spider in my room

There's a spider in my room

Words & Music by Ed Robertson

What does it mean to wake out of a dream and

be wearing some else's shorts?

I've been around the block, at least on my bike

I was prepared for the news but not for

The Third World War

I found me an answer, in a grocery store

I found me an answer in the form of an old man with

a cardigan on, this guy's got thirty years on me but

he stops and smiles just to say "Hello,

didn't I see you on TV?"

Must've been the same thing

Must've been the same thing

Must've been the same thing

Charlie Brown went through

I'm in a comic store

Lookin' for some mistakenly priced comic I could make

A fortune on and in walks the Fantastic Four

I say "don't go; That last issue was cool!"

Must've been the same thing

Must've been the same thing

Must've been the same

These things all end

Who asked you anyway?

You'll have to bend

Who asked you anyway?

I'm in a thunderstorm

Staying out from under trees never holding

Golf clubs, but still seem to be getting

Struck by lightning... must be

something in my veins

My weathered veins

Must've been the same thing

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

Look at my mouth, a thin painted line

Look at my limbs, bent up and bundled in twine

Forever, ever mine

Form of a tree, shape of a child

I wish I could cry, stuck in a permanent smile

Forever, ever mine

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I know you must have loved me sometime

But now I'm just a toy

I know you must have loved me sometime

But now I'm just a toy

First there was me, nothing but time

Till he came along, you told me you'd always be mine

Forever, ever mine

Look at his face, somewhat like mine

But look at his nose, you can always be sure that he's lying

Forever, ever mine

Chorus

Who needs you

A boy-to-be who

Needs to be

Better than him, worthy of you

Given the chance that he had, I know what I'd do

Forever, ever mine

I call him liar, you call him son

if I could move, I'd set him on fire and I'd run forever

Chorus

In The Drink

Words & Music by Jim Creeggan

Chorus:

I'm in the drink for love

And want to drink your love

Swimmin' a swim in the suds

I want to drink your blood

Up like a rocket, down like the rain

Back and forth like a choo-choo train

I have a secret that just won't keep

All I wanna do is brush your teeth

Butterfly kisses

And the taste of delicious

I'd like to sip the sap from your tree

And the honey in the tea

Dripping amber drips

Patiently

Chorus

I'm in the drink for love

And want to drink your love

Squishin' toes in the mud

I want to drink your blood

Caught a snowflake on my tongue

A feathery crystal in the flavour of gum

Dropping clouds fallin' fast

Are you going to try some while they last?

Once the birds have migrated

Come Spring twitter painted

Up the river, I journey on

'Cause this salmon is ready to spawn

if you have some swimming lessons

it would make it easier

Chorus

Shoe Box

Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

Music by Steven Page

A key in the door, a step on the floor

A note on the table, and a meal in the micro

Note says "I'm in bed, please make sure that you're fed

if you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe

When I'm asleep I dream you move in next week"

I crumple the note and save it to put inside

Chorus:

My shoe box

Shoe box of lies

Shoe box

Shoe box of lies

it's under my bed, it's never been read

it's in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there

From my first little fib, when I still wore a bib

To my latest attempt at pretending I'm someone

Who's not seventeen, doesn't know what you mean

When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or

Chorus

Did somebody tell you

This is how it's supposed to be?

Or did you just find it

And you don't want any more from me?

Chorus

Was it something I said, or was it something you read

That's making me think that I should never have come here

I can offer you lies, I can tell you good-bye.

I can tell you I'm sorry, But I can't tell you the truth, dear

And what if I could -- would it do any good?

You'll still never get to see the contents of

Chorus

You're so nineteen-ninety

And it's nineteen-ninety-four

Leave this world behind me