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Jawbox Album



1998
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
Apollo Amateur
7.
Under Glass
8.
Low Strung
9.
The Big Shave
10.
11.
12.
Won't Come Off
13.
14.
15.
16.
17.
18.
19.
20.
21.
22.
. . .


i sunk my eyes in static
you taught me how to see it
now there's no sign of you at hand
so i stop looking at it
my head is splitting trying
to read the name that you abandoned
congratulations sister
you put yourself right over
though you don't think i understand
this sudden awkward rupture
this stuck-unhealing fissure
no love could possibly withstand
and i'd never say
it doesn't mean that much to me
glad anyway
to see you struggle free
pinned down but unexamined
though you kept right on looking
at static there behind my eyes
keep pushing one-way vision
i guess at least it's something
since everything is so compromised

. . .


swallow dictation
repeat formation
reverse this fortune
bring back tongue-tooth daughter

(Chorus)
love-struck ink runs farther
unstuck tongues cannot regain
love-struck ink runs farther
unstuck tongues cannot regain
so find another way to go
so find another way to go

fork tongue-tine
pierce armor
print love-struck ink runs farther

this separation
demands six sutures there
from tongues to patient
blood runs spit glues it down

love-struck ink runs farther
unstuck tongues cannot regain
love-struck ink runs farther
unstuck tongues cannot regain
so find another way to go
so find another way to go

written in fracture
in leaves of entrails bled
split trigger lip split hair
shes bred in tongues (tongues)
tongues cannot regain
tongues cannot regain
tongues cannot regain
tongues cannot regain

. . .


said you were
10 feet tall yeah and bulletproof
10 feet tall yeah and bulletproof
armored character
makes it hard to move
but here's an impartial overview

at the bottom
oh they all want proof
and at the top
no one's making room
so brace yourself and then accelerate
sure you'll get there soon

(you can live)
I watch you work (live like this)
(this is it)
I watch you work (deviant)

(you can live)
I watch you work (live with this)
(this is it)
(this is it)

(hey!) yeah! take the big man down
(hey!)
ugh, fork tie
chump crown

I am wide eyed,
waiting on the truth,
but I'm thinking of ways to silence you

close-at-hand (you can live)
commonplace and cruel. (live like this)
rude joke (this is it)
jury-rigged, tool. (this is it)

(hey!) yeah! take the big man down
(hey!)
ooh, fork tie
chump crown

. . .


Fear as friend I wish I'd never kissed;
Faded hand to mouth as catalyst.
Technicolored static sender,
Secondguess my love for danger.
Bold-face it with a hand of 10 by 10.

Turn the cooling card
And show your hand to me.
Hands up, past time for both of us to see.

Clothes and match were pulled straight from my bed.
Fatal weather rolls around my head.
Burned the place down to the ground now,
And crazy head singed up this town;
Marked it with a blackened boldface T.

Since I've got myself an easy job,
Money passed behind and now I'm robbed.
Sold away my rights forever
To something that was multi-splendored.
I'll pass up the decision once again.

. . .


I got the message
calling me back home
Don't ever let go
Six foot deep hole

The paths that cut so deep
from 30 years of sleep
walking from the quarry to the wall

Rationalizing
all compromises

The paths that cut so deep
from 30 years of sleep
walking from the quarry to the wall

I got the message
calling me back home

. . .

Apollo Amateur

[No lyrics]

. . .

Under Glass

[No lyrics]

. . .

Low Strung

[No lyrics]

. . .

The Big Shave

[No lyrics]

. . .


triggers fast, distracting rhythm plays
checks and balances, the easy life
finish last on odds they'd never lay
uneasy silences, the easy life
some say history's best made secretly
these green bones may break
maybe flesh needs new bones anyway

nothing shines in your eyes
concede my oversight
blue light burns bright inside
a beautiful disguise

sitting back to view the disarray
explained to satisfy the easy life
abreaction to the senseless fray
painful questions for the easy life

every minute's test of our possessions
leaves us with obsession that pushes the extreme
sleep in the nation's arms is dreamless
seamless information soothes as they constrict
clinging to the truth of doctrine so no shots are fired blindly

. . .


A minute,
a second,
a half-life,
a minus,
a segment,
a blinder,
elective detention.
It's secession time,
paid for by cutting backwards.
It's election time,
letting every insult become presidential injury.

(Chorus)
(I'm begging you just hold my head up)
This last disgrace,
breathe in my face,
bleed in distaste,
bless this amen.
final lesson.

A minute,
a second,
a half-life,
a minus,
a second
reminder,
selective attention.
It's secession time,
paid for by cutting backwards.
It's insurrection time,
letting every insult be accepted into history.


(I'm begging you just hold my head up)
This last disgrace,
breathe in my face,
bleed in distaste,
bless this amen.
final lesson.
(Na-Na-Now)

This last disgrace,
bless this amen.

Final lesson.
(Na-Na-Now)

Final lesson.
(Na-Na-Now)

Final lesson.
(Na-Na-Now)

Final lesson.
(Na-Na-Now)

Final lesson.

. . .

Won't Come Off

[No lyrics]

. . .


Blue-eyed bloody lullaby
Less a lesson than an alibi
Shot from only one side
Sanitize then canonize

Annex and index
Mirror too-perfect

Histories
I don't believe
I don't believe
I don't believe

Listened every day 'til 3
I'm the bitter beneficiary
Illustrate the story
Advertize your dignity

Annex and index
Mirror to perfect

Histories
I don't believe
I don't believe


I don't believe

Grains of sand
to mirror glass
righteousness
blazes back
twist the past
and reward the arrogance

Grains of sand
to mirror glass
righteousness
blazing back
twist the past
and reward the arrogance

I don't believe
I don't believe
I don't believe

I don't believe, I don't believe
I don't believe, I don't believe
I don't believe, I don't believe

. . .


Take me down to the desert sea.
I don't want to wait.
I want to leech my memory.
Like bones by the desert sea,
bleached until no one can read their history.

Now dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.
Now dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.

Half-submerged in the desert sea, an ex-paradise.
Keepsakes down there for me,
like bones from the desert sea,
thrown for divination ceremonies.

Now dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.


Now dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.

Broken casino road.
Aluminum home.
Unbroken sky.
Absolve and die.

Sun-blind, to the new starting line.
Dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.

Take me down to the desert sea.
I don't want to wait.
I want to leech my memory.
Like bones by the desert sea,
bleached until no one can read their history.

. . .


Hey angel, consider your position
Framed to be consumed
Savory
Savoring your sympathy

Hey angel, fly over and bless me
See you feign surprise
That I'm all eyes
And you're all you need to be

Hey angel, whatever position
We consider fit to put you in
You'll protest your complicity

Easy now

One hand will wash the other
One hand will wash the other

Hey angel, fly over and bless me
See you feign surprise
But I'm all eyes
And we're all we need to be, need to be

Easy now

One hand will wash the other
One hand will wash the other

. . .


I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin

I've tried so not to give in
I've said to myself this affair never will go so well
So why should I try to resist, when darling I know so well
I've got you under my skin

I'd sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear

Don't you know little fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin

. . .


I'm behind you
You can't see me
I watch you
When you are near me
You say words
The sound is missing
I just look and watch and listen

Sound on sound

Love is just
Infatuation
You are me
And I am you
Looking back
It's just reflections
It's just something else to do

Sound on sound

Love is just
Infatuation
You are me
And I am you
Looking back
It's just reflection
It's just something else to do

Sound on sound

. . .


i sunk my eyes in static
you taught me how to see it
now there's no sign of you at hand
so i stop looking at it
my head is splitting trying
to read the name that you abandoned
congratulations sister
you put yourself right over
though you don't think i understand
this sudden awkward rupture
this stuck-unhealing fissure
no love could possibly withstand
and i'd never say
it doesn't mean that much to me
glad anyway
to see you struggle free
pinned down but unexamined
though you kept right on looking
at static there behind my eyes
keep pushing one-way vision
i guess at least it's something
since everything is so compromised

. . .


Dusk is dawn is day
Where did it go?
I've been laughing
Fast and slow

Moving in a still frame
Howling at the moon
Morning found me laughing
Up and down, down

Low, low, low
Night suits me fine
And morning suits me fine
I've been so happy, happy
Way up high, high

In between
Down below
Low, low, low
Low, low, low

I skipped the part about love
It seems so silly and low
Low, low, low
Low, low, low

I said the morning
It isn't your time
Barefoot naked
I can see your lines

It doesn't bother me
If you are right
Your grass is grassy wet
Your light white is bright
Light white, light

I skipped the part about love
It seems so shallow and low
Low, low, low
Low, low, low

You and me
We know about time
We know how things go
They come and go
They live and grow
They pass and go
And glow and glow
Up and down
High and low
Low, low, low
Low, low, low

I skipped the part about love
It seems so silly and low
I skipped the part about love
It seems so shallow and low
Low, low, low
Low, low, low

I like your hands
All full of glory
All full of glory

Chorus

. . .


I don't want to hurt
See, my position was here
I mean, as it was, I was

So this led to the downfall of man
I can make seconds feel hours

I make certain
That my head is connected to my body

No hope?
See, that's what gives me guts
Big fucking shit
Right now, man

. . .


I went into the butchers
I said wanted wanted wanted some...
Meat
Pass me some of that steak over there
It looks so...
Sweet

I lost my heart to a meathook!

That butcher man was some...
Lady
He really stole my heart
He hung me up on his meathook
A real piece of...
Slaughterhouse art

I lost my heart to a meathook!

There's a meathook in my heart
Tearing me all apart
Ripping out my insides
But I just can't get away
I can't leave my
Meathook

. . .


This is to you receiver
An important item we say
Nobody will believe you-
We make the facts today
There is no propaganda-
There is no proper facts
We want to make new history
We want to take you off the tracks

It's coming on the airwaves
Coming on the airwaves
Coming on the airways dream

We're coming on the airwaves
Coming on the airwaves
Coming on the airwaves dream

This is to you believer-
We're inside your head today
There's nothing you will need now-
We are your government ok
You're channelled here-
Stay off channel 14
When we say we're mean
We mean what we mean

It's coming on the airwaves
Coming on the airwaves
Coming on the airwaves dream

We're coming on the airwaves
Coming on the airwaves
Coming on the airwaves dream

This is your country leader-
Our intention is eloquent tricks
We are trained to see for you-
To internalise your fix
We will only tell you what
What you want to hear
Have another pint-
Keep drinking the beer

It's coming on the airwaves
Coming on the airwaves
Coming on the airwaves dream

We're coming on the airwaves
Coming on the airwaves
Coming on the airwaves dream

. . .


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