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You Am I
You Am I


Background information
Origin Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) Virgin Records
Restless Records
rooART Records
Associated acts The Wrights
The Pictures
Tim Rogers
Tex Perkins
Website Website
Members
Tim Rogers
David Lane
Andy Kent
Rusty Hopkinson
Former members
Jaimme Rogers
Nick Tischler
Mark Tunaley
Greg Hitchcock



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You Am I Album


Sound as Ever (10/25/1993)
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Off the Field
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Feed me, I got my head interstate
Got my head interstate, when I'm alone
Give me a break, I've got to work up to hate
Only get out of bed when I'm alone
Don't give me a call, the chest feels small
It don't mean shit 'till I see it all
Got my head interstate, head interstate
Head interstate, got, my, head

Look I'm into staying in 'til
I get the gall to tell me that it's
Safe outside, a happy ending

Feed me, another story that's true
Another story brand new I can't forget
Diagnosis around, from a book that you found
And a pill you won't have me swallow yet
Suck me a line, anything to feel right
Only get out of bed if you'll turn out the light
Got my head interstate, head interstate
Head interstate, got, my, head

Look I'm into staying in 'til
I get the gall to tell me that it's
Safe outside, a happy ending

Feet in the stall, juicing the call
Don't mean nothing 'til you feel it all

Feed me, I got my head interstate
Got my head interstate, when I'm alone
Give me a break, I've got to work up to hate
Only get out of bed when I'm alone
Don't give me a call, the chest feels small
It don't mean shit 'till I see it all
Got my head interstate, head interstate
Head interstate, got, my, head

Look I'm into staying in 'til
I get the gall to tell me that it's
Safe outside, a happy ending

Look I'm into staying in 'til
I get the gall to tell me that it's
Safe outside, a happy ending

. . .


If half of what I'm saying, of what I'm saying is true
Will you rub my head, make it all shiny and new?
And you drag my coattails, drag my coattails down
And I'll be the only cold-assed king around

If you wait, I'll give all my aches to you
Take the chance, to ignore what you're going through
My cold hand, is there for you to take
(If you leave, can I fall down?)
I'm your Berlin Chair, won't you lean on me 'til I break?

I'll ignore each golden, dragging kiss you can give
On the blankest face that you ever had to forgive
If you see my fallings, see my failings through
I'm the re-run that you'll always force yourself to sit through

If you wait, I'll give all my aches to you.
Take the chance, to ignore what you're going through
My cold hand, is there for you to take
(If you leave, can I fall down?)
I'm your Berlin Chair, won't you lean on me 'til I break?

Well you're too late
You're too late
You're too late

. . .


You can haul my ass, with a word from any line you took
From a laugh, or any microphone you shook
You turned my head, from a rock into a burning bush
With a chord, call, or any Leon tape you'd push

Anyway we split the bill,
You couldn't leave us ever standing still
Anyhow we try to forget,
We'd still remember the date they met

Every aside is better than one of my jokes
Would you die, if I ever called you out my folks?
And how long can we talk about Mick and Keith?
"Bayou Country" or "Exile On Main Street"?

Still remember?

Anyway we split the bill,
You couldn't leave us ever standing still
Anyhow we try to forget,
We'd still remember the date they met

Anyway we split the bill,
You couldn't leave us ever standing still
Anyhow we try to forget,
We'd still remember the date they met

. . .


Don't look at my waist, 'cause the pants don't fit right
I'm a dedicated follower of skin tight
As long as we don't eat, everything will be fine

I just want to look fascinating,
Snorting the diet pills I'm grating
As long as we throw up, everything will be fine

As long as we're emasciated
Tastes outdated, yeah, everything will be fine

Everytime I eat, is a slate away
From every photo that I emulate
As long as my fingers fit, everything will be fine

Cheeks like a valley and ribs like grater
But just think of all that cash I'm saving
As long as we throw up, everything will be fine

As long as we're emasciated
Taste outdated, yeah, everything will be fine

Make me grow up

. . .


That's the two we are you and me
I can't make you talk, I'll make you see
Us and them just can't agree
We can't write the songs we want
To make it up to eachother
So we'll just take it out on our brothers.

I'll see you 'round the world

Make your mother proud, yeah
Never a blemish on your face
Skinniest guy I could never replace
We'll drag another round, yeah
And create another problem
And spill it out on our favourite album

Is it cool if I grab a little of your time?
I feel my heart over-crowded
Steal everything you say and make it mine
If my head would allow it
Never trust anybody with a clear face
Shouldn't have to shout it
Your the enemy I know I'd never replace

See you 'round the world

. . .


Dress my riding just because it's a Sunday
You can feel me riding just because I'm cheap
If you want to claim it a "boy's own" ending
If you just want to win it just for the team

I'm free

You can feel me up and I'll pretend you're someone special
I can make you believe I'm only in it just for the bleed
Yeah, but if you want to claim shit on any kind of ending
If you want to break my ass and leave

Yeah, I'm free

Dress my riding just because it's a Sunday
Feel me riding just because I'm cheap
If you want to claim it a "boy's own" ending
If you just want to break me, I'm free

I'm free

Take me easy and I can take your time

. . .


Lets take on the world, and just forget that you feel it, girl
Once you're away, everyones still the same
If I could rip at your shirt, just to see if it'd hurt
Everyday's a golden day, when you've got someone to blame

Could you feel so much in a bus you're sure there's nothing you can trust?
Once you're away, everyone stabs the same
Sleep forever on your breast, treat everyday now like a test
But you'll still say, everyone's to blame

Lets take on the world, and just forget that you feel it, girl
Once you're away, everyones still the same
If I could rip at your shirt, just to see if it'd hurt
Everyday's a golden day, when you've got someone to blame

Everyone's to blame

. . .


Jaimme's got a girl
Don't think things are gonna be the same
He ain't coming out and drinking tonight
I think he's gonna change his name

We can't work it out
He ain't punching walls anymore
I ain't gonna wake up now
Find you on my floor

A game's a game, you don't want it being the same
But you sure ain't like you were yesterday
But go on and try it
And if it's true, it just ain't my place to say
But you sure ain't like you were yesterday
But go on and try it

Phone sure sounds dead
My pockets sure feel tight
The things I promised not to do with you today
I sure need to tonight

But it's all working out
Just like they said it would be
You ain't gonna fall on my floor
From now on it's just we three

A game's a game, you don't want it being the same
But you sure ain't like you were yesterday
But go on and try it
And if it's true, it sure ain't my place to say
But you sure ain't like you were yesterday
But go on and try it

Yeah, a games's a game, it sure ain't my place to say
But you sure ain't like you were yesterday
But go on and try it

Yeah, a games's a game, I don't want it being the same
But you sure ain't like you were yesterday
But go on and try it

Just go on and try it
Just go on and try it

. . .


You thought you'd never hear
A voice that cracked so clear
Thought you'd never see
A head that slept for three
Every dream that thrills you up
smells like poison in your cup
And every dream that thrills you up
Now smells like poison in your cup

A drink never meant so much
You can put it all down to luck
Sleeps the only friend
You can grab on 'til the end

The now the voice and touch that used to thrill you up
Tears your lip just like a chip in a cup
And the feel that made you forget the rest
Just makes you feel like second best again

. . .


We're so ordinary
Can't seem to break the hold
Of every clown that's come before us
And every story that's yet to be told
And even though the paint's not dry yet
There's someone with their tounge hanging out
'Cause something sour don't taste so bad
When you can muzzle someone needs to shout
And everyone who's watching now
At the movie that's always re run
Can throw a laugh and a stick in the pinks
Who overrated or loud or were young
And anyone who's looking out
Just waiting for tall guys to fall
Can rest assured in blankets now
That nobody can be that small

Bring him round the court house now
We're lying naked and ugly and cold
Don't play around the edges
Play with something that's dusted and old
And when we're lying crying defensless
Be sure that you get in a lay
'Cause something sour don't taste so bad
Now they'll be forgetting you everyday

And everyone who's watching now
At the movie that's always re run
Can throw a laugh and a stick in the pinks
Who overrated or loud or were young
And anyone who's looking out
Just waiting for tall guys to fall
Can rest assured in blankets now
That nobody can be that small

. . .


You couldn't have took it any harder
You couldn't have put it anymore sweet
But every bone of yours for picking
Is every bone they picked of meat
Now you're loaded, lonely and on her mind
Now you're loaded, bloated, but it's only 'til next time

When every cut on the wall becomes a curse
Cut yourself real deep before they get in first.
Take each good word like a crucifx
You gave up the dte for a mouth of dirt.

Now you're loaded, lonely and on her mind
Now you're loaded, bloated, but it's only 'til next time
You scare me blind

Can't help but take each day as another call
To arms in the hero victim's cause
And every bone you left out for picking
Is gonna stick in the throat of everyone that you never called.

It's only, loaded on her mind
It's only, loaded but it's only 'til next time
You scare me blind

. . .

Off the Field

[No lyrics]

. . .


I can read your degree and now give me my medicine
Cause every drink is a poison and I think I'm Judas Christ again
She's got a feeling its a sound I'm faking
I got a feeling each corner's an ending
Each minute is a dollar you can pay back your parents with
I got a brand new vein you can tap on in and since
now that you've got the power of mercy
And the chance to figure out just where I've been lately
Now that you've got a sniff of pharmaceutic
That can kill anything in my head that's electric
and I'm alone with sound
Now that you've got the power prescription
Please make me interesting
When I'm all done with sound

Read my mind
Cause I won't give sign
She's got a feeling its a sound I'm faking
I got a feeling each corner's an ending

. . .


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