Ten
Pearl Jam
27-
Dave Krusen -
Jeff Ament -
Eddie Vedder -
Mike McCready -
Stone Gossard -
Meewerkende muzikanten Rick Parashar - Piano, Orgel, percussie
Walter Gray -
Tim Palmer -
Geproduceerd door: Pearl Jam en Rick Parashar
Opgenomen in: London Bridge Studios, Seattle, MaartApril '91
Gemixt door: Tim Palmer
Techniek door: Dave Hillis, Don Gilmore, Adrian Moore
Gemixt in: Ridge Farm Studios, Dorking, Engeland, Juni 1991
Gemastert door: Bob Ludwig
I admit it...what's to say...yeah
I'll relive it...without pain...mmm
Backstreet lover on the side of the road
I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode
I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes, I pray
Once upon a time I could control myself
Ooh, once upon a time I could lose myself, yeah
Oh, try and mimic what's insane...ooh, yeah
I am in it...where do I stand?
Oh, Indian summer and I hate the heat
I got a backstreet lover on the passenger seat
I got my hand in my pocket, so determined, discreet...I pray
Once upon a time I could control myself
Ooh, once upon a time I could lose myself, yeah, yeah
You think I got my eyes closed
But I'm lookin' at you the whole fuckin' time
Ooh, once upon a time I could control myself, yeah
Once upon a time I could lose myself, yeah, yeah, yeah
Once, upon a time I could love myself, yeah
Once upon a time I could love you, yeah, yeah, yeah
Once
Yeah...once, once...yeah, yeah Yeah...yeah, yeah...yeah, yeah...oww
Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again
Oh, Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better set a days, ooh yeah
Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, ooh yeah
Oh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's happy looks insane, oh yeah
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah...ooh
Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again...life again...life again
Kneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read, ooh yeah
Oh, prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything
Oh, feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its way
Oh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame, yeah
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Oh, whispering hands, gently lead, lead him away...him away, him away
Yeah! Woo...ah yeah...fuck it up
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Ooh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again, yeah
Oh, whispering hands, gently lead, lead him away...him away...him away
Yeah! Woo...uh huh...yeah, yeah, mommy, mommy
Son, she said, have I got a little story for you
What you thought was your daddy was nothin' but a
While you were sittin' home alone at age thirteen
Your real daddy was dyin'
Sorry you didn't see him, but I'm glad we talked
Oh I, oh, I'm still alive Hey, I, I, oh, I'm still alive
Hey I, oh, I'm still alive Hey...oh...
Oh, she walks slowly, across a young man's room
She said I'm ready...for you
I can't remember anything to this very day
'Cept the look, the look...
Oh, you know where, now I can't see, I just stare
I, I'm still alive
Hey I, but, I'm still alive
Hey I, boy, I'm still alive
Hey I, I, I, I'm still alive, yeah
Ooh yeah...yeah yeah yeah...oh...oh
Is something wrong, she said
Well of course there is
You're still alive, she said
Oh, and do I deserve to be
Is that the question
And if so...if so...who answers...who answers
I, oh, I'm still alive Hey I, oh, I'm still alive
Hey I, but, I'm still alive Yeah I, ooh, I'm still alive
She scratches a letter into a wall made of stone
Maybe someday another child won't feel as alone as she does
It's been two years, and counting, since they put her in this place
She's been diagnosed by some stupid fuck, and mommy agrees, yeah
Whoa...yeah...hey yeah yeah
Why go home
She seems to be stronger, but what they want her to be is weak
She could play pretend, she could join the game, boy
She could be another clone...ooh...whoa...ah yeah...
Why go home?
What you taught me...put me here...don't come visit...mother
Sting me
Whoa...ooh
Why go home?
What you taught me...put me here...don't come visit...mother, mother, yeah
Why go home? Whoa...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all that I'll be...yeah
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine
At home, drawing pictures of mountain tops with him on top
Lemon yellow sun, arms raised in a V
And the dead lay in pools of maroon below
Daddy didn't give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the wicked...oh, ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Clearly I remember pickin' on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
Ooh, but we unleashed a lion...
Gnashed his teeth and bit the recess lady's breast How can I forget?
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurtin'...ooh, dropped wide open
Just like the day...oh, like the day I heard
Daddy didn't give affection, no
And the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear
King Jeremy the wicked...oh, ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Try to forget this...try to forget this
Try to erase this...try to erase this
From the blackboard
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in class today
Woooooohhh...spoke in, spoke in Woooooohhh...uh huh, uh huh
Hold on to the thread
The currents will shift
Glide me towards
You know something's left
And we're all allowed
To dream of the next
Oh, ohh the next, time we touch Oooh
You don't have to stray
The oceans away
Waves roll in my thoughts
Hold tight the ring
The sea will rise
Please stand by the shore Oh, oh, oh, I will be
I will be there once more Oooh.Uh huh, oh yeah
What the fuck is this world
Running to, you didn't
Leave a message, at least I
Coulda' learned your voice one last time
Daily minefield, this could
Be my time, 'bout you?
Would you hit me? Oh oh oh...oh whoa whoa...ow...
All the bills go by, and
Initiatives are taken up
By the middle, there ain't gonna be any middle any more
And the cross I'm bearing home
Ain't indicative of my place
Left the porch
Oh oh oh
Hear my name, take a good look
This could be the day
Hold my hand, walk beside me
I just need to say
Hear my name, take a good look
This could be the day
Hold my hand, lie beside me
I just need to say
I could not take a-
I know, when I would not ever touch you
Hold you...feel you...ever hold...never again Yeah
She don't wander in...don't wander in here, she
She don't wander in here...don't wander in here
The direction of the eye, so misleading
The defection of the soul, nauseously quick
I don't question, our existence
I just question, our modern needs
She don't wander in...don't wander in here, she She don't wander in here
I will walk...with my hands bound I will walk...with my face blood
I will walk...with my shadow flag Into your garden, garden of stone...yeah
After all is done, and we're still alone
I won't be taken, yet I'll go...with my hands bound
I will walk...with my face blood
I will walk...with my shadow flag
Into your garden, garden of stone
I don't show...I don't share I don't need, yeah...what you have to give
I will walk...with my hands bound I will walk...with my face blood
I will walk...with my shadow flag Into your garden, garden...oh
I will walk with my hands bound
I will walk into your garden, garden of stone
I don't know...I don't care
I don't need you for me to live...yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Uh huh huh
On the edge, windowsill
Ponders his maker, ponders his will
To the street below, he just ain't nothin'
But he's got a great view, and he sinks the needle deep, yeah
Whoa, can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah...oh, can't touch the bottom
Oh, on the edge of a know-
Feelin' quite superior, the aged come
To the sky above he just ain't nothin'
But he's got a great view, and he sinks a burning knife deep, yeah
Ooh, can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah...uh huh, can't touch the bottom
In too deep
Ohhh...Ohhh
On the edge of a Christmas clean love
Young virgin from heaven...visiting Hell
To the man above her, she just ain't nothin'
And she doesn't like the view
She doesn't like the view
But he sinks himself deep
Oh, can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah...oh, can't touch the bottom
Can't touch the bottom
Deep, yeah
Oh, yeah, the bottom, yeah
Ohh
Father...ooh...oh...oh
I see the world, feel the chill
Which way to go, windowsill
I see the world's on a rocking horse of time
I see the verse in the rain Ohh...ohh...ohh...ohh
Oh, dear dad, can you see me now
I am myself, like you somehow
I'll ride the wave where it takes me
I'll hold the pain...Release me Ohh...ohh...ohh...ohh
Oh, dear dad, can you see me now
I am myself, like you somehow
I'll wait up in the dark for you to speak to me
I'll open up...Release me...
Release me Ohh...ohh...ohh...ohh