Words & Music by Ed Robertson

It's been one week since you looked at me

cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry.

Five days since you laughed at me

saying get that together come back and see me.

Three days since the living room

I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you

Yesterday you'd forgiven me

but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink

As I make you stop, think

You'll think you're looking at Aquaman

I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss

I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan

Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes

Big like Leann Rimes

Because I'm all about value

Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits

You try to match wits

You try to hold me but I bust through

Gonna make a break and take a fake

I'd like a stinkin achin shake

I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours

Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know

The vertigo is gonna grow

Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad

Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad

I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral

Can't understand what I mean?

Well, you soon will

I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve

I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me

Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy

Five days since you tackled me

I've still got the rug burns on both my knees

It's been three days since the afternoon

You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon

Yesterday you'd forgiven me

And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry

Chickity China the Chinese chicken

You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'

Watchin X-Files with no lights on, we're dans la maison

I hope the Smoking Man's in this one

Like Harrison Ford I'm getting Frantic

Like Sting I'm Tantric

Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy

Like Kurasawa I make mad films

Okay I don't make films

But if I did they'd have a samurai

Gonna get a set of better clubs

Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my

irons aren't always flying off the back-swing

Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon

Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes

that make me think the wrong thing

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad

Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad

I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral

Can't understand what I mean? You soon will

I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve

I have a history of losing my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me

Dropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorry

Five days since I laughed at you

and said You just did just what I thought you were gonna do

Three days since the living room

We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do?

Yesterday you just smiled at me

Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie

Words & Music by Steven Page

I met you before the fall of Rome

and I begged you to let me take you home

You were wrong, I was right

You said goodbye, I said goodnight

It's all been done

It's all been done

It's all been done before

I knew you before the west was won

and I heard you say the past

was much more fun

You go your way, I go mine

but I'll see you next time

It's all been done

It's all been done

It's all been done before

And if I put my fingers here, and if I say

"I love you, dear"

And if I play the same three chords,

Will you just yawn and say

It's all been done

It's all been done

It's all been done before

Alone and bored on a 30th century night.

Will I see you on the price is right?

Will I cry? Will I smile?

As you run down the aisle.

It's all been done

It's all been done

It's all been done before

Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson. Music by Ed Robertson

A Hydro-field cuts through my neighborhood

Somehow that always just made me feel good

I can put a spare bulb in my hand

And light up my yard

Late at night when the wires in the walls

Sing in tune with the din of the falls

I'm conducting it all while I sleep

To light this whole town

If you question what I would do

To get over and be with you

Lift you up over everything

To light up my room

There's a shopping cart in the ravine

The foam on the creek is like pop and ice cream

A field full of tires that is always on fire

To light my way home

There are luxuries we can't afford

But in our house we never get bored

We can dance to the radio station

That plays in our teeth

If you question what I would do

To get over and be with you

Lift you up over everything

To light up my room

A Hydro-field cuts through my neighborhood

Somehow that always just made me feel good

I can put a spare bulb in my hand

And light up my yard

Light up my yard

Lights in my yard

Light up my yard

Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page

If I were you (and I wish that I were you),

All the things I'd do to make myself turn blue

I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes,

tie my pantyhose around my neck

I'll be that girl -- and you would be right over

If I were a field, you would be in clover

If I were the sun, you would be in shadow

And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow

If you will not have me as myself,

perhaps as someone else

Perhaps as you I'll be worth noticing

Then even a eunuch won't resist

The magic of a kiss from such as me

I'll be that girl -- and you would be right over

If I were a field, you would be in clover

If I were the sun, you would be in shadow

If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow

It's time to kick off your shoes,

learn how to choose sadness

It's time to throw off those chains,

addle our brains with madness

'Cause we've got plenty of time

to grow old and die

But when at last your beauty's faded

you'll be glad that I have waited for you

When you're done

with being beautiful and young

When that course is run, then come to me

I'll be that girl -- and you would be right over

If I were a field, you would be in clover

If I were the sun, you would be in shadow

If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

I've informed you to leave

'Cause I can't afford to lose more sleep

I get ill when I get tired

So I'll try to rest if you'll stand guard

Do do do do do do do do Whoa

Do do do do do do do

I've informed you to leave

'Cause I can't stand to hear you breathe

I chew up and I choke down

The scraps you choose to leave around

Do do do do do do do do Whoa

Do do do do do do do

Apparitions still won't leave me alone

It's as if you never left

How am I supposed to remember you

When you won't let me forget?

I've informed you to leave

'Cause I can't afford to lose more sleep

There's your shoes, and there's the door

Please don't come here anymore

Do do do do do do do do Whoa

Do do do do do do do

Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page

Alcohol, my permanent accessory

Alcohol, a party-time necessity

Alchool, alternative to feeling like yourself

O Alcohol, I still drink to your health

I love you more than I did the week before

I discovered alcohol

Forget the caffe latte, screw the raspberry iced tea

A Malibu and Coke for you, a G&T for me

Alcohol, Your songs resolve like

my life never will

When someone else is picking up the bill

I love you more than I did the week before

I discovered alcohol

O Alcohol, would you please forgive me?

For while I cannot love myself

I'll use something else

I thought that Alcohol was just for those with

nothing else to do

I thought that drinking just to get drunk

was a waste of precious booze

But now I know that there's a time

and there's a place where I can choose

To walk the fine line between

self-control and self-abuse

I love you more than I did the week before

I discovered alcohol

Would you please ignore that you

found me on the floor

Trying on your camisole?

O Alcohol, would you please forgive me?

For while I cannot love myself

I'll use something else.

Would you please forgive me

Would you please forgive me

Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page

I think it's getting to the point

where I can be myself again

I think it's getting to the point

where we have almost made amends

I think it's the getting to the point

that is the hardest part.

And if you call, I will answer

and if you fall, I'll pick you up

and if you court this disaster

I'll point you home

You think I only think about you

when we're both in the same room

You think I'm only here to witness

the remains of love exhumed

You think we're here to play

a game of who loves more than whom

And if you call, I will answer

and if you fall, I'll pick you up

and if you court this disaster

I'll point you home

You think it's only fair to do what's

best for you and you alone

You think it's only fair to do the same

to me when you're not home

I think it's time to make this something that is

more than only fair

So if you call, I will answer

and if you fall, I'll pick you up

and if you court this disaster

I'll point you home.

But I'm warning you, don't ever do

those crazy, messed up things that you do

If you ever do

I promise you I'll be the first to crucity you

Now it's time to prove that you've come back

here to rebuild.

Words & Music by Steven Page

She fed me strawberries and

freezer-burned ice cream

I said "Goodbye, I guess"

She lifted up her dress

and so I must confess,

we made out one more time

before I left for good

She thought I'd come back but I

wouldn't want to seem like other guys

A book-and-record love,

we sat and read our books,

between those longing looks,

compounded by our fear,

My tongue inside her ear,

my tongue inside her

in the basement of her mother's

house where she once taped the

first three sides of Sandanista for my car.

We were looking for ourselves

and found each other

In the Car

it was rare to do much more

than simply mess around

In the Car

It was mostly mutual masturbation

And though we spoke of penetration

I'd have to wait for someone else to try it out

Once I had this dream

where I slept with her mom

A secret all along, unless I've got this wrong

Unless she hears this song

unless she hears it

on a tape inside her car

with her new husband and she

turns to him and says "I think that's me"

In the Car

We were looking for ourselves

but found each other

In the Car

We groped for excuses

not to be alone anymore

In the Car

We were waiting for our lives

to start their endings

In the Car

We were never making love

We were never making love

We were never making love

Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson. Music by Ed Robertson

What, am I to wake up suddenly and then

enroll at the local college and earn me a degree

And I could work weekends?

if I've worked real hard

I could mow your back yard

I can go to Europe travel with my friends

I can blow a thousand deutsche marks

to get drunk in a pub with some Australians.

Buy a giant backpack

sew a flag on the back

I think never is enough (Yeah never is enough)

I never have to do that stuff

I think never is enough (Yeah never is enough)

You never have to do that stuff

I never had to spend a summer planting trees

I never worked my way through a forest inch by inch

doubled over on my hands and knees.

I never spent a single day in retail

telling people what they want to hear

telling people anything to make a sale.

Eating in the food court

with the old and the bored

I think never is enough (Yeah never is enough)

I never have to do that stuff

I think never is enough (Yeah never is enough)

You never have to do that stuff

The worlds your oyster shell

So what's that funny smell

You eat the bivalve anyway

And you're sick with salmonella

You get your Ph.D.

How happy you will be

When you get a job at Wendy's

And are honored with employee of the month

I think never is enough (Yeah never is enough)

I never have to do that stuff

I think never is enough (Yeah never is enough)

You never have to do that stuff

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

Now I lay me down not to sleep

I just get tangled in the sheets

I swim in sweat three inches deep

I just lay back and claim defeat

Chapter read and lesson learned

I turned the lights off while she burned

So while she's three hundred degrees

I throw the sheets off and I freeze

Lids down, I count sheep

I count heartbeats

The only thing that counts is

that I won't sleep

I countdown, I look around

Who needs sleep?

(well you're never gonna get it)

Who needs sleep?

(tell me what's that for)

Who needs sleep?

(be happy with what you're getting

There's a guy who's been awake

since the Second World War)

My hands are locked up tight in fists

My mind is racing filled with lists

of things to do and things I've done

Another sleepless night's begun

Lids down, I count sheep

I count heartbeats

The only thing that counts is

that I won't sleep

I countdown, I look around

Who needs sleep?

(well you're never gonna get it)

Who needs sleep?

(tell me what's that for)

Who needs sleep?

(be happy with what you're getting

There's a guy who's been awake

since the Second World War)

Who needs sleep?

(well you're never gonna get it)

Who needs sleep?

(tell me what's that for)

Who needs sleep?

(be happy with what you're getting

There's a guy who's been awake

since the Second World War)

There's so much joy in life,

so many pleasures all around

But the pleasure of insomnia

is one I've never found

With all life has to offer,

There's so much to be enjoyed

But the pleasures of insomnia

are ones I can't avoid

Lids down, I count sheep

I count heartbeats

The only thing that counts is

that I won't sleep

I countdown, I look around

Hala Hala Hala...

Who needs sleep?

(well you're never gonna get it)

Who needs sleep?

(tell me what's that for)

Who needs sleep?

(be happy with what you're getting

There's a guy who's been awake

since the Second World War)

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

I never jumpted in and rescued you,

but I wanted to

I didn't tell you which way to go,

'cause I thought you'd know

You had a problem with your new found

wealth, you brought it on yourself

I never told you I told you so, but I told you so

Have to let it go

it's time to let it go

Now I can't believe

It took so long to leave

Perhaps one day I'll grieve

Or I never will

I never told you I agreed with you

I don't think I do

I wasn't sure quite what the whole thing

meant, but I'm glad you went

I never thought that it could be painless,

but it is I guess

I had myself fooled into needing you,

did I fool you too?

Have to let it go

it's time to let it go

Now I can't believe

It took so long to leave

Perhaps one day I'll grieve

Or I never will

A viral infection that can incubate for years

Caused by affection fallen deep into arrears

No medication to procure

Makes me pure, there's no cure, I am sure

I never mentioned how I've prayed for you,

and now I've paid for you

I never said that I would wait for you,

it's too late for you

Have to let it go

it's time to let it go

Now I can't believe

It took so long to leave

Perhaps one day I'll grieve

Or I never will

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson

One day I will build a fountain

Drink and never grow old

Then I'll market an elixir

that will eliminate the common cold

Find your sickness on my list

Pay up front and make a wish

One day I will work with animals

All the tests I'm gonna do

All my stuff's completely natural

And when we're done we'll boil 'em

down for glue

that we can use to re-adhere

your lips to mine if you were here

There's a lot I will never do

Some fantastic, I know it's true

But none as much as my want to be with you

I can't stand to wait in line long

So I built a new machine

It just measures up the distance

and then eliminates the folks between

One day I'll construct a satellite

and I'll name it after you

'Cause you were the greatest friend of all

except for when you split my lip in two

To see the look upon your face

as I launch you into space

There's a lot I will never do

Some fantastic, I know it's true

But none as much as my want to be with you

Bye-bye self-respect

I haven't had much of it since you left

I missed out on the best of you

Some day I will find the secret

to your social chemistry

Then I'll print it on a t-shirt

and it'll make you want to be with me

If I wear it past your work

you'll see other guys are jerks

Much like pheromones for flies

you will not avoid my eyes

There's a lot I will never do

Some fantastic, I know it's true

But none as much as my want to be with you

Bye-bye self-respect

I haven't had much of it since you left

I missed out on the best of you

Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson. Music by Steven Page

With life just begun, my sleeping new son

has eyes that roll back in his head

They flutter and dart, he slows down his heart

and pictures a world past his bed

It's hard to believe

As I watch you breathe

Your mind drifts and weaves

When you dream,

what do you dream about?

When you dream,

what do you dream about?

Do you dream about

music or mathematics

or planets too far for the eye?

Do you dream about

Jesus or quantum mechanics

or angels who sing lullabies?

His fontanelle pulses with lives that he's lived

With memories he'll learn to ignore

And when it is closed, he already knows

he's forgotten all he knew before

But when sleep sets in

history begins

But the future will win

When you dream,

what do you dream about?

When you dream,

what do you dream about?

Are they colour or black and white,

Yiddish or English

or languages not yet conceived?

Are they silent or boisterous?

Do you hear noises just

loud enough to be perceived?

Do you hear Del Shannon's "Runaway" playing

on transistor radio waves?

With so little experience,

your mind not yet cognizant

Are you wise beyond your few days?

When you dream,

what do you dream about?

When you dream,

what do you dream about?

Words & Music by Steven Page and Ed Robertson

Woke up, I was on top of the world

There was a beautiful girl in the bed beside me

Rolled over, got a kiss on the ear,

She said, "Listen up, dear, there's a change inside me."

Can't say how frightened I am, how unenlightened I am

As I run for cover

Can't say how happy I am to be wrong..

She's on time, She's on time

She's on time, She's on time

She's on time

Halleluyah!

She's on time!

It's the safest time of the month, they say, for love

We move in a mysterious way,

Cause when some holiday, I'd say we work harder

Not happy with a hug and a kiss,

Although most stop at this, we go much, much farther

We can't stop fooling around, on the bed,

on the ground, on the bathroom counter.

We can't stop when all our systems are go.

She's on time, She's on time

She's on time, She's on time

She's on time

Halleluyah!

She's on time!

It's the safest time of the month, they say, for love

She's on time, She's on time

She's on time, She's on time

She's on time

Halleluyah!

She's on time!

It's the safest time of the month, they say, for love

Between you and me, how happy we'll be

Repeating this cycle permanently

But where will we be when baby makes three?

I know that in a couple of years

I might lay down my fears and get psyched about it

Give in without an ounce of regret

trying not to forget what I liked about it

One day I might look like a fool with a yard

and a pool and a station wagon

Till then I get down on my knees every day and pray

She's on time She's on time

She's on time She's on time

She's on time

Halleluyah!

She's on time!

It's the safest time of the month, they say, for love

Long Way Back Home

Word by Steven Page & Ed Robertson. Music by Ed Robertson

It's a long way back home

to pack up and leave again

Together alone

You without me again

It's a long way back home

and a long way back here again

I should have known

That you would just bleed again

For the first time I knew what to do

The first time it's just me and you

and then the worst timing I ever knew

I have to go

I already know

It's a long way back home

To feel like I'm far away

How should I know

What goes on here anyway?

For the first time I knew what to do

The first time it's just me and you

and then the worst timing I ever knew

I have to go

I already know

Why not spend a week on a star

No time, he can't get there by car

When we get some time on our own

We'll plan our next year alone

It's a long way back home

from just about anywhere

'Cause once through the door

I'm not even halfway there

For the first time I knew what to do

The first time it's just me and you

and then the worst timing I ever knew

I have to go

I already know

It's a long way back home