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  2. Bollywood
  3. You Should Know Me
  4. Miss September
  5. My My
  6. Oh, Bangladesh
  7. Bang! Bang!
  8. Beat is Up
  9. And He Slayed Her
  10. Satisfied
  11. U Hate It

Smoke

“Hey, Liz, what’s in the box?”
“What’s in the box?”
“What’s in the box?”

It’s my little voice of self-doubt

Liz, ATO will never put this out!
You won’t be washing dishes in this town!
They’ll make mud out of you! Is that what you want?!
You’re well on your way, kid!
Kaput! Kablooey! Kablam!

There, smoke on that!
You dummy!
There, smoke on that!
You dummy!
There, smoke on that!
You dummy!
There, smoke on that!
You dummy!

“Um, ‘Liz Phair’?”
“Sorry, you’re not on the list.”
“Could you check it again please?”
“I already checked it. Please move to the back of the line.”
“Which list do I have to be on?”
“If you have to ask, you’re not on it.”
“Wait… Whoa! Whoa, whoa!”
“You’re not getting in.”
“Fine – fuck you!”
“Have fun on land!”

There, smoke on that!
You dummy!
There, smoke on that!
You dummy!
There, smoke on that!
You dummy!
There, smoke on that!
You dummy!

“No, I mean, Jon Brion’s really cool”
“I just think we should do something a little more ‘Chicago’.”
“Yeah, we could give a track to iTunes.”
“I don’t know John Mayer. I met him.”

You dummy!

There, smoke on that!
You dummy!
There, smoke on that!
You dummy!
There, smoke on that!
You dummy!
There, smoke on that!
You dummy…

Bollywood

I was tripping looking at my portfolio
Wondering how I was gonna make enough dough y’know
Called up a friend who wrote for One Tree Hill and Jericho
He had a job for me, and check it, with a four-letter company

Get it on
Get it on

Hey, I got a proposition for ya
How ’bout you let me keep my profits as a scorer
Record sales are shrinking, I’m gettin’ poorer
I got a kid to feed, how about you cut a deal with me

Ha! Hey look, Liz we see you as a commodity
We’ve been with you since Day One and that’s an oddity

And after a series of phone calls
To the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor,
I reached my representative, who pulled out the contract
From the File Cabinet
On microfiche
In the form of Tablets
Made of stone
Then he said

Let me see, it’s here in my folder
Oh shit, you’re twenty years older
Still hot, but getting a lot colder
And you wanna cut a what with me

Let me tell you how it’s done here in the Hollywood
Maybe you was thinking you was in the Bollywood
If I wanna break the rule, you know I probably could
C-B-S has gotta R-E-S-P-E-C-T
C-B-S has gotta R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Liz, I’d love to help you out
But we have what we call Standards & Practices

In legal terms, we’re referring to this as a recoupable interest
In an artist’s compositions on vinyl, plastic, digital
And all transmittable airwaves
For a period of no less than six or nine years
In all territories of the Earth
The solar system and the known universe

And I replied

Listen here, my dear little Roni
Don’t you give me no phoney-baloney
This is not my first Pretty Pony
Don’t you know you’re fucking with me

Oh, it’s a bad day for the pool boy
Come to clean, and discover you, boy
Face down and feet turning blue, boy
Now your eyes are closed, you finally have the sight to see

It’s all mine
It’s all mine
It’s all mine

You Should Know Me

Not supposed to talk about it
Analyze it
We should be there together
With our hearts in our hands
We should feel it
Come together
Like the wave meets the sand
Well, you should know me better than that

Not supposed to try and move in
To dive in
We should meet there together
At our pace, with our plan
On dry land
Clement weather
So we both understand
Well, you should know me better than that

I get down
I get up
I get angry
I get sad
I get sad
I get even a little misty
When I think of what we had
But you’re building a dam where our lives should be
And you’re lying on top of the beauty
And your closing eyes turn away from me
Refusing to see who I am
Well, you should know me better than that

You should know me better than that

Miss September

Well, I’ve been in this garden of Eden a long time
And I’ve never seen Adam do anything I understand
When I see you gunning for me double four time
Then I probably haven’t been doing the best that I can

So if you miss how we were in September
And you wonder if I know what we had
Well, I’m sorry that you have to remember
But don’t be sad
Because I’ve been happy too
Yes, I have
I wanna spend my life with you

They’ve got you in ropes and they’re prodding you all night
The lion must roar if the crowd’s gonna fill up the stands
Right now it’s struggle to just hold your head high
Well, baby, hang on, ’cause I’m coming as fast as I can

So if you miss how we were in September
And you wonder if I know what we had
Well, I’m sorry that you have to remember
But don’t be sad
Because I’ve been happy too
Every day
I wanna spend my time with you

And I’ll take you down
Through your pain, and your tears, break it down
And I’ll stay in your eyes ’til you sleep
And I’ll lay with your prize inside of me
Keep it calm, and keep it safe
Until you awake

I’ve been happy too
Yes, I have
I wanna spend my life with you

I’ve been happy too
Every day
I wanna spend my time with you

My My

Take a good look at your dead-end life
Tell me you don’t long for the good times
Just a moment to your self again
Worries disappear where you begin

You got a lot more money and my bitch got style
Gonna drive that honey down the road for a while
Take me far away
Got no reason left to stay

My my, all good
Feels a bit better than it should
Could’ve been a good girl but I’m not
Little attitude is what I got

My my, all good
Feels a bit better than it should
Could’ve been lies, could’ve been free
Could’ve been something in between

Take a slow train to a better place
Wake up somewhere to a sweeter face
Life is short before you realize
You’re pushing daisies straight up to the sky

You got a lot more money and my bitch got style
Gonna tap that honey and they come for miles
To take me on the road
Gonna lose my self-control

My my, all good
Feels a bit better than it should
Could’ve been a good girl but I’m not
Little attitude is what I got

My my, all good
Feels a bit better than it should
Could’ve been lies, could’ve been free
Could’ve been something in between

Take this person you’ve never known
Find a love you can call your own
Someday maybe you’ll recognize
That your beauty lies inside
If you’d just let it out sometime

Oh come on
Oh come on

My my, all good
Feels a bit better than it should
Could’ve been a good girl but I’m not
Little attitude is what I got

My my, all good
Feels a bit better than it should
Could’ve been a good girl but I’m not
Little attitude is what I got

My my, all good
Feels a bit better than it should
Could’ve been a good girl but I’m not
Little attitude is what I got

My my, all good
Feels a bit better than it should
Could’ve been lies, could’ve been free
Could’ve been something in between

Oh, Bangladesh

Why do you treat me so good
With all the love that you have
You chase me into the wood
And feed my baby-bird mouth I turn my back for a moment
And all the love starts to swell
Don’t need no pill to take me under
And love you so well Wake up and sing
Wake up dancing
Wake up and sing How dare you be you, how dare I be me
The two of us lost in our own fantasy
Oh, Bangladesh, you’re all I think of
And nothing, oh nothing is ever enough Wake up and sing
Wake up dancing
Wake up and sing Wake up dancing
Wake up and sing
Wake up and sing Why do you treat me so good
With all the mess that I’m in
I feel the reach of the cue
Whenever we begin
You shoot your ball in my pocket
And all the love starts to swell
One good reason to get under
And love you so well Wake up and sing
Wake up dancing
Wake up and sing Oh, Bangladesh, how could you believe
There’s nowhere on Earth that I’d rather be
With Hell down below and Heaven above
And nothing, oh nothing
Nothing, oh nothing
Wake up dancing
Nothing
Wake up and sing
Is ever enough

Bang! Bang!

Oh, let me put it all back
This runaway train is running out of track
No more tricks in the old trick-sack
The minutes tick by till the watch face turns black

I wanna go
Bang, bang, bang, bang…
I wanna go
Bang, bang, bang, bang…
I wanna go
Bang, bang, bang, bang…
I wanna go
Bang, bang, bang, bang…

On the phone
But you’re not at home
And the trees are blown
By the wind
Please let me say,
I had a hard one today
I never could feel okay
Alone

I wanna go
Bang, bang, bang, bang…
I wanna go
Bang, bang, bang, bang…
I wanna go
Bang, bang, bang, bang…
I wanna go
Bang, bang, bang, bang…

Beat Is Up

The trick to happiness is to ignore anything negative you might feel about yourself:
That people don’t really like you that much
That you got fat because you’re lonely
Or that your parents are going to die I like to get my coffee with all the little frothy things on the side
And I like to put in those little sticks The trick to freedom is to deny your past regrets
Questionable lovers, lies, drunken weekends I just like to have a lot of energy
My life demands it
Everything’s up, all the time
Up, up, up! What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
How high? To the sky!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
How high? To the sky! People like positive people
Positivity makes good things happen My husband doesn’t let me buy those tabloid magazines
‘Cause he says that it makes me fight with him more Pills that you mix with wine
That your husband and you aren’t having sex any more
That you got married for the money
It’s been positively proved that most Top forty hits have a BPM of one twenty or more I definitely like the gin-sing
And the gingko bal- … boa? What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
How high? To the sky!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
How high? To the sky! Sometime you picture yourself getting impaled
On an imaginary spike sticking out from over your bed
When you keep forgetting to call somebody back
But the more time goes by, the less you feel like calling
Because you’re embarrassed ‘Cause it kind of makes you freaky
And you don’t want people to think you’re freaky
Even though you are kind of freaky
But only in the bedroom
L-O-L My mom says I’m really hard on my kids
I don’t want them growing up thinking
That everything’s just gonna be handed to them
They’re gonna have to work their asses off, just like I did!
You know, we get them up at six in the morning
We’re like, “Come on, get up! Get outta the bed!
It’s gonna be a great day! C’mon!” “Up, up, UP!” What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
How high? To the sky! What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
What’s the beat? The beat is up, ah!
How high? To the sky!

And He Slayed Her

Everything you’ve got is mine
And you won’t get away with it this time
I’m coming for you with a wooden stake
Nail you right through your heart and up to your gate

Ding Dong, the witch is dead
Come out of your house, uncover your head
Dang Dong, this crooked soul
Hanged himself on rock ‘n’ roll

I mean, what kind of kid were you when you were a kid
What kind of man would do what you did
What kind of life did you think you were gonna live
When everyone in town put a price on your head

Ding Dong, the witch is dead
Come out of your house, uncover your head
Dang Dong, his crooked soul
Hang yourself on rock ‘n’ roll

The mob sang as the pitchforks rang
And the torch flames swung
Up to light the way ahead
He fled in the darkness and dread
And the tower it bled till it trembled and swayed
And he fell straight to Hell, and there he stayed
He fell straight to Hell, and there he stayed

Ding Dong, the witch is dead
Come out of your house, uncover your head
Dang Dong, this crooked soul
Hang theirself on rock ‘n’ roll
Ding Dong, the witch is dead
Come out of your house, uncover your head
Dang Dong, this crooked soul
Hang yourself on rock ‘n’ roll

Satisfied

I fell in love along the way, somewhere I couldn’t stay
But it’s nice to take a detour sometimes
You drove me out in your rented car, we didn’t have to go too far
To look back on the city lights

Some things aren’t that different
But other things, they change

You’ve got the world at your feet
With everything you need
Tell me, are you satisfied
It all comes easily to you
With everything you do
Tell me, are you satisfied

I came, I saw, I kicked its ass
I walked away, and I never looked back
I remember you, when you held my hair
As I puked, oh, everywhere

Some things aren’t that different
But other things, they change

You’ve got the world at your feet
With everything you need
Tell me, are you satisfied
It all comes easily to you
With everything you do
But tell me, are you satisfied

I want to be like you
You want to be like me

You’ve got the world at your feet, with everything you need
But tell me, are you satisfied
It all comes easily to you, with everything you do
But tell me, are you satisfied

I felt it turn along the way
Somewhere I couldn’t stay
But tell me, are you satisfied

U Hate It

Oh no, yeah
“Hey, so I got the new Liz track
Have you heard it? Did you like it?”
“No, I hate it”
“You hated it?”
“I hate it”
“Yah, you hated it, huh? I hated it too”
“I really hate it”
“Oh, you really hate it?”
“I really, really hate it”

Uh oh, you don’t agree on it
Uh oh, I totally love it
Uh oh, I think I’m a genius
Uh oh, you’re being a penius
Colada, that is

“I hated it that much as well”

Hate it
“I think you and I are exactly hate for hate, you know?”
Oh, how you hate it
“That may be, but mine’s enormous”
You hate it
“Yes, although, my hate could grow.”
“My hate is growing.”
“Oh.”
So much
Oh, how you hate it
“It’s getting… larger and hotter. And with the dog that bit me? that I got rabies from?”
“Yeah, I hated it more than…”
“That was the neighbours’ dog, but it was still my rabies.”
Oh, how you hate it
“I don’t think you hate it as much as I hate it”
“Remember that time they wouldn’t let me back into the country?”
You really hate it, so much
“That guy at the, at the airport? The security guy?”
“Yeah.”
“That I said I was gonna hunt down and … hate?”

No wonder that you hate it, ’cause it’s all about you
Funny you should say that, ’cause it hates you too
I wonder if you hate it ’cause it’s something you can’t do
And I’m losing love for you
“You hated him?”
“I hated him. Well, I hate the record more”

Uh oh, we don’t agree on it
“I hate it”
Uh oh, I totally love it
Uh oh, I think I’m a genius
“Hate it”
Uh oh, you’re being a penius
Colada, that is
“Yeah, no, I really hate it. I really do.”

Hate it, oh, how you hate it, you hate it, so much
Oh, how you hate it, oh, how you hate it
“You know, I listened to it twice. The second time was worse”
You really hate it
“on a scale of 1 to…”
“Oh, it was P.U., was the scale of…”
“Wow, so a 10 for…”
“We should open a window.”
So much

No wonder that you hate it, ’cause it’s all about you
Funny you should say that, ’cause it hates you too
I wonder if you hate it ’cause it’s something you can’t do
And I’m losing love for you

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!
Oh! Oh, um, oh, thank you so much!
There’s, there’s, oh my God, thank you!
I wanna thank ATO, and I wanna thank Will Gatlin(?)
Evan Frankfurt, you’re the best!
Shoutout to Evan Frankfurt! Doc Dauer, um
Jon Salter, and Will Botwin, and, keys, keys!
Can you believe it?! Oh God, Oh my God, I’m so nervous!
Um, I wanna thank my boyfriend, Andrew, and, mom, dad!
And Nick, Nick! Oh, God. Who am I forgetting?
Who am I forgetting? Oh, Jack Trott, and Dave Matthews!
Dave Matthews, you’re the best…”

“You know, I always loved that record”
“I liked it too. Always, from the beginning.”
“From the very beginning.”
“She’s a great artist, I told you.”
“Way back, I knew this was gonna be a hit.
You know, the concept design of the album, the cover itself…”
“Solid gold. Solid gold.”
“And the marketing level? To the audience, demographic we chose had a lot to do with it.”
“You know, I don’t wanna blow my own bugle, but, er, this was coming.”
“I liked it a lot. The way it was handled, you know
“The exposure, and the way we didn’t overexpose the exposure.”
“Well, we kept a low profile.”
“And the profile we did have, was, our profile, so, we’re right up in there.”
“But now I think we can, you know, take a deep bow of self-congratulatory…”
“Obeisance to the industry and to us in particular.”
“Well said.”


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