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Pearl Jam
27-
Mike McCready -
Jeff Ament -
Stone Gossard -
Jack Irons -
Eddie Vedder - Zang, gitaar
Geproduceerd door Brendan O'Brien en Pearl Jam
Gemixt door Brendan O'Brien en Nick DiDia
Opgenomen door Nick DiDia
Gemasterd door Bob Ludwig
Opgenimen in Chicago, Atlanta, Studio Litho (Seattle)
Assistent techniek Matt Bayles, Jeff Layne, Caram Costanzo
Large fingers pushin' paint
You're God and you got big hands
The colors blend
The challenges you give man
Seek my part...devote myself.
My small self...like a book amongst the many on a shelf.
Sometimes I know, sometimes I rise
Sometimes I fall, sometimes I don't
Sometimes I cringe, sometimes I live
Sometimes I walk, sometimes I kneel
Sometimes I speak of nothing at all
Sometimes I reach to myself, hear God
Ah, is there room for both of us? Both of us apart?
Are we bound out of obligation? Is that all we've got?
I get the words, and then I get to thinkin'
But I don't want to think, I want to feel!
How do I feel? And how do I
If you're the only one, well I'll never be enough, yeah
Hail, hail, the lucky ones, I refer to those in love, yeah
A-
Are we going to the same place? If so, can I come?
It's egg rollin' thick and heavy...all the past we carry
Oh, I could be new...you underestimate me
If you're the only one, well I'll never be enough, yeah
Hail, hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love, yeah
I sometimes realize...I could only be as good as you'll let me
Are you woman enough to be my man? Bandaged hand in hand
Yeah
I find it on my run in a race that can't be won, yeah
All hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love, yeah.
If you're my only one...so good, you only one
I want to be your one...enough, you won...your one...your hun.
Come to send, not condescend
Transcendental consequences to transcend
Where we are...Who are we? Who we are
Trampled moss on your souls
Changes all, you're a part
Seen it all, not at all
Can't defend the command
Take me a for a ride before we leave
Circumstance, clappin' hands
A-
Off the track, in the mud
That's the moss in the aforementioned verse
..miraculous...and a little
Just a little time, before we leave
Stoplight plays its part
So I would say you've got a part
What's your part? Who you are
You are who, who you are
Up here in my tree, yeah
Newspapers meant enough to me, yeah...no
No more crowbars to my head, yeah
I'm trading stories with the leaves instead, yeah
Wave to all my friends, yeah
They don't seem to notice me, no
All their eyes trained on the street, yo, oh
Sidewalk cigarettes and scenes, yeah...yeah
Up here so high I start to escape
Up here so high, the sky I scrape
I'm so high, I hold just one breath here within my chest
Just like innocence
I remember when, yeah.
I swore I knew everything, oh yeah
They say knowledge is a tree, yeah.
He's growing up just like me, yeah
I'm so light, the wind he shakes
I'm so high, the sky I scrape, yeah
I'm so light I hold just one breath and go back to my nest
Sleep with innocence
Up here so high, the bars they break
Up here so high, the sky I scrape
Had my eyes peeled both wide open, and I got a glimpse
Of my innocence...got back my innocence
Baby, got it...still got it
Don't it make you smile?
When the sun don't shine, it don't shine at all
Don't it make you smile?
Don't it make you smile?
Don't it make me smile? Yeah...
When the sun don't shine, it don't shine at all...yeah
Don't it make me smile?
I miss you already, yeah...I miss you always
I miss you already, yeah...I miss you all day
This is how I feel
I...I miss you already, yeah...I miss you always
The crooked heart swells all around, yeah...I miss you all day.
The crooked heart swells around, yeah.
Don't it make you smile?
The crooked heart swells around
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4...
Know a man...his face seemed pulled and tense
Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds
So I approach with tact...suggest that he should relax
But he's always movin' much too fast
Said he'll see me on the flipside
On this trip he's taken for a ride
He's been takin' too much on...
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
There he goes...
He's yet to come back...but I've seen his picture
It doesn't look the same up on the racks
We go way back
I wonder 'bout his insides
It's like his thoughts are too big for his size
He's been taken...where, I don't know?
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
There he goes
And now I rub my eyes...for he has returned
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
For he still smiles...and he's still strong
Nothing's changed, but the surrounding bullshit, that has grown
And now he's home, and we're laughing, like we always did
My same old, same old friend
...Until a quarter-
I saw the strain creep in
He seems distracted and I know just what is gonna happen next
Before his first step...he is off again
See it happen to a couple of friends
See it happen and the message it sends
Taking off for what's an obvious fall
Just to see what all the fuss is about
It's not your way...not your way
It's not your way...yeah
Another habit, sentence him up with you
Another habit, says he's long overdue
Another habit like an unwanted friend
I'm so happy with my righteous self.
It's not your way...not your way
It's not your way
Never thought you'd habit
I never thought you, never thought you
Never thought you'd habit.
I never thought you, never, never thought you
Never thought you'd habit.
Speaking as a child of the nineties
Never thought you'd habit.I never thought you, never thought you
Never thought you'd habit.
I never thought you, never, never thought you
Never...never me...never you...never me
Watched from the window with a red mosquito
I was not allowed to leave the room
I saw the sun go down, and now it's comin' up
Somewhere in the time between
I was bitten...must have been the devil...
He was just payin' me...
A little visit, a-
Lettin' me know...he's a-
Red man's your neighbor, call it behavior
While you're climbing up slippery hills
Two steps ahead of him, punctures in your neck
Hoverin' just above your bed
I was bitten...must have been the devil
He was just paying me
A little visit, reminding me of his presence
And lettin' me know...he's a-
Up there...yeah.
If I had known then what I now know
Drive down the street, can't find the keys to my own fucking home
I take a walk so I can curse my ass for being dumb
I make a right after the arches, stinking grease and bone
Stop at the supermarket, people stare like I'm a dog
I've been goin' to Lukin's...I gotta spot that Lukin's...
I knocked the door at Lukin's...opened the fridge...
Now I know life is worth...
I find the key, but I return to find an open door
Some fuckin’ freak, who claims I fathered by rape her only son I find my wife, I call the cops, this day's work's never done
The last I heard that freak was purchasing a fucking gun
Do you see the way that tree bends? Does it inspire?
Leaning out to catch the sun's rays...a lesson to be applied.
Are you gettin' something out of this all-
You can spend your time alone, redigesting past regrets, oh
Or you can come to terms and realize
You're the only one who can forgive yourself, oh yeah
Makes much more sense to live in the present tense
Have you ideas on how this life ends?
Checked your hands and studied the lines?
Have you the belief that the road ahead ascends off into the light?
Seems that needlessly it's gettin' harder
To find an approach and a way to live
Are we gettin' something out of this all-
You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, oh...
Or you can come to terms and realize...
You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself, oh...
A-
You'll be...going out with radio
Going out with disco...going out like bacchanal
I'll be...going out with telephone
Going out alone...to the radar zone
It's all just inadvertent, imitation, and I don't mean mine
It's all across this nation
If it's just inadvertent, simulation, a pattern in all mankind
What's got the whole world fakin' it?
I'll be...playing with my magazine
Using up my Listerine...Like Ovaltine
And you'll be...you're dippin' in your battleship
For the latest tip...for the latest dream.
It's all just inadvertent, imitation, and I don't mean mine
It's all across this nation
If it's just inadvertent, simulation, a pattern in all mankind
What's got the whole world fakin' it?
If it's just inadvertent, imitation, a pattern in all mankind
What's got the whole world fakin' it?
What's got the whole world fakin'? [4x]
What's got the whole world fakin' it, yeah?
A man lies in his bed in a room with no door
He waits, hoping for a presence; something, anything to enter
After spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank
As the ceiling at which he stared
He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing
So, is he?
When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him
By nine, he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact
No tradebacks...
So this is what it's like to be an adult
If he only knew now what he knew then...
I'm open
Come on in.
I'm open.
Come on in.
I'm open.
Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers he decides to dream.
Dream up a new self for himself
I'm wishing you a-
Covers up, I cast you off...I'll be watching as you breathe
I'd lie still, you move, I'd send you off around the bend
I hold your head deep in my arms...my fingertips they close your eyes
Off you dream, my little child...there's a sun around the bend
There's a sun around the bend
All the evenings close like this...all these moments that I've missed
Please forgive, won't you, dear?
Please forgive and let me share with you around the bend
You're an angel when you sleep
How I want your soul to keep of and all around the bend