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INEDITAS

A year like this one

After a year like this one
I'm suprised I do not hate your guts
And, After a year like this one
I'm suprised I still love music just as much
After a year like this one
I'm suprised I did not eat my arm
And, After a year like this one
I'm sorry if I'm not cordial to everyone

Chorus:La la la la la ....

After a year like this one
I'm suprised I do not hate your guts
And, After a year like this one
I'm suprised I still love music just as much
After a year like this one
I'm suprised I did not eat my arm
And, After a year like this one
I'm sorry if I'm not cordial to everyone

La, la, la, la, la.....

After a year like this one
I'm supised I am convinced at all
And, After a year like this one
I do not roll my eyes at the cynical
And,After a year like this one
I can't help wonder how they've been
After a year like this one
I think I'll leave it all to my next-of-kin

La, la, la, la, la.....

After a year like this one
I'm suprised we're all not raving drunks and
After a year like this one
I want you to choose the restaurant
After a year like this one
I"ll need a good whole 16 months alone and
After a year like this one I think I'll make the west coast
beaches my new home

La, la, la, la, la.....

Death of Cinderella

I'm wise and ambitious,
And angry and free,
And smart and available,
And sexy...
I'm soft and appealing,
And wearing pajamas,
And twisted and willing,
And crazy...

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella
Who can use her
And it's all you could do not to throw her on the floor.

And thought-provoking,
And opinionated
Cultured and funny,
And experienced...
Fearless and tender,
And sweetly innocent,
Uninhibited,
Likes a good debate.

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella
Who can use her
And it's all you could do not to tie her to the bed.

I could fall in love a million times before I die,
You could draw me a bubble bath,
We could walk into the sunset...

And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella
Who can use her
And it's all you could do not to throw her on the floor
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
I'm gonna grow to be a maid and I'll never find a fella
Who can use me
And that's all you can do not to kick me in the ass.

Demo

Super Star Wonderful Weirdo

ah oooh do dee ah oh wah do wah dee ah ee yeah ....
Sarah's only 10 and she's attracted to older men
And they seem to like her back
But she's intelligence
Billy's a football star
And he drives around in his muscle car
But he really really wants to be a ballerina
And he wonders who am I?
Who am I?
And he wants to be a man
But he doesn't understand
It's alright to be what he wants
I'm calling all Superstar Wonderful Weirdos
Can you hear me call tonight?
I know you're alone in your world
Full of fear though
But the more you run the harder it is to hide
Whoa yeah yeah yeah
Well, Jonny studies rockets
With his plastic protected pockets
so his pens don't leak out upon the floor
Where Jenny's rolling
And she's scared of growing
'Cause she is 5 feet taller than the girl next door
And she wonders who am I?
What the hell am I?
And she's got a lot to offer
But she doesn't look like Cindy Crawford
And it makes her cry.
I'm calling all Superstar Wonderful Weirdos
Can you hear me call tonight?
I know you're alone in your world
Full of fear though
But the more you run the harder it is to hide
It's a total rejection of the system
It's the honest opinion for the very first time
It's a different position, of living
Ands its time that you made up your minds
I'm calling all Superstar Wonderful Weirdos
You're not alone tonight
I'm calling all Superstar Wonderful Weirdos
Can you hear me call tonight?
I know you're alone in your world
Full of fear though
But the more you run the harder it is to hide
I'm calling all Superstar Wonderful Weirdos
Can you hear me call
Can you hear me call tonight?
I'm calling all Superstar Wonderful Weirdos

Gorgeous

Testostarone in large amounts
Your Little sister just kick out of
God you can't shave your head
Come to the Show
the boys rock harder
Your mother lent you her slip
She lent you her bright red lipstick
And your shoes are hurting your back
But boy don't you look gorgeaus

You look gorgeous
you look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
How you look gorgeous

this is but an observation
you put a bullet in your foot
you make it hard for us bitches inconsequential in your back bends
and your taste in men leaves something to de desired
you love them to be aloof and self obsessed
they love you in your mini dress

you are looking gorgeous
you're looking gorgeous
you're looking gorgeous
how you look gorgeous
*harmonica*

when your voice is raised above a certain level
I'm afraid you must go to the ladies room
I left your competence in curlers

you look gorgeous
you look gorgeous
you're looking gorgeous
how you look gorgeous

King of intimidation

Spoken: The women of this family seem to feel that they owe it to the men
of the family to look relaxed, rested, and attractive at dinnertime.

For you they live in a quiet monastery
For you they wear whatever you want them to as long as it is short
They count to ten when you tell them how to drive
And when they're afraid they let you speak for them

All hail the king of intimidation
Mocker of good Christian behavior
For you we wax, we scale, and chicken our legs
For you we chew our nails if we had any left buy fake ones to do it
We counted to 10 temporarily
And it was somethin' about how you talk down to me

All hail the king of intimidation
Mocker of good Christian behavior
The role of compromises for the family you now want some
There's only so much we can do to make you rest assured

I am single
I am weary
You're just jealous
You're just confused
You're just hungry
You're in sin now
You're not happy
You are petty

All hail the king of intimidation
Mocker of good Christian behavior
He knows not of what he has wrongly done
Forgive his ignorant behavior
You are tortured
You are captured
You are busted
We were silent
You were tested
You knew better
You are lonely
Was it worth it?
La,la,la

London

What it feels to fall in to the pool
the hard shelled bugs bite my forearm
my right index fingernail chewed to the quick
my cervix is a long scalene
my sprinklers go off at 6pm each day
and sometimes they spray unsuspecting visitors
my pimples are gooses all over my legs
my brow is furrowed and my vision is blurred
and how I do love London
and how I do love London

the birds make guttural sounds and protect me
my friends come to visit and love me a lot
I don't have the energy to fill this
I am like flight attendants on a 12 hour flight
and how I do love London
and how I do love London

i am intriguied by the boys with the androdonus songs
sometimes they rhyme sometimes they rhyme not
the steam will smell of eucalyptus in the shower
the hug will feel forced upon you inconsolable thing
and how I do love London
and how I do love London

deep breaths will not make my brain stand still
to be loved and swallowed are single and depraved
i love speaking french to the taxi drivers
we slept and were cold on the train out of france
and how I do love London
and how I do love London

Norwegian Wood

I once had a girl, or should i say, she once had me.
She showed me her room, is not it good, norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So i looked around and i noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.
We talked until two and then she said, "it's time for bed".
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her i didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
And when i awoke i was alone, this bird had flown.
So i lit a fire, is not it good, norwegian wood.

Pollyana Flower (single Thank U)

(through you I see I)
Between a broken nose and a fake smile
Between piety and gunpowder
Between fighting and fleeing the scene
Between murder and diplomacy
Between aggression and ?????
Between brutal and realistically well behaved
Between screaming and pulling in the reins
Between tiptoeing and ambleing
What am I to do with all this fighting
(I'd like to hit you but I'd never hit you)
Would you stay with me in this red space
(I'd like to slap you but I'd never slap you)

Chorus
Between violence and silently seething
Between my fist and my pollyanna flower
Between "fuck you" to your face and it's alright
Between wanting it all

Repeat chorus

Between flying vases and secretly weeping
Between loose cannons and ever downplaying
Between bruises and only differing
Between bursting and boiling
What am I to do with all this burning

(I'd like to hurt you but I'd never hurt you)
Do I overwhelm you in this place
(I'd like to kill you but I'd never kill you)

Chorus

What am I to do with all this fire
Can you understand me in this place?

  Pray for peace

I pray for peace
They require me to kick into high gear
We may as well have our Phd's
Might we compose was never taken into account

I pray they let out or talk it out
She would give me a wink across the room
I would have made a really good lawyer
I had a really good strategy for putting things back on the wall of the hoser

Thank God it was the God dammed wall
I would have to hide all my valuables
Who would calm my mother down?
Who would calm *me* down once I talked her through it?

My mother and I were the official peace makers
It was a full time job
I would send my mother directly to bed do not collect 200
We'd talk about it till 5am when I'd come visiting her 5 years later

We would pray for peace
It was most comfortable and familiar

Still (Dogma)

I am the harm that you inflict
I am your brilliance and frustration
I'm the nuclear bombs if they're to hit
I am your immaturity and your indignance
I am your misfits and your praised
I am your doubt and your conviction
I am your charity and your rape
I am your grasping and expectation
I see you averting your glances
I see you cheering on the war
I see you ignoring your children

And I love you still
And I love you still
I am your joy and your regret
I am your fury and your elation
I am your yearning and your sweat
I am your faithless and your religion

I see you altering history
I see you abusing the land
I see you and your selective amnesia

And I love you still
And I love you still

(ah oh ahh ohh ahh ohh)

I am your tragedy and your fortune
I am your crisis and your delight
I am your prophets and your profits
I am your art I am your bytes
I am your death and your decisions
I am your passion and your lights
I am your sickness and convalescence
I am your weapons and your light

I see you holding your grudges
I see you gunning them down
I see you silencing your sisters

And I love you still
And I love you still

I see you lie to your country
I see you forcing them out
I see you blaming each other

And I love you still
I love you still
(ah ohh ah ya ya ohh ahh yah)

Weekend

Monday morning is not Monday morning 'till Taylor has his coffee
Friday night is not Friday night 'till Jessie leaves the room sweaty
Tuesday morning is not Tuesday morning 'till Nick has his talk with his son
Thursday night is not Thursday night 'till Chris has sex with his bass

Come on to the Weekend
'cause the Weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the Weekend
'cause there's too much time bein' merrily nice guys

Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you cry all night
Wednesday early we fall into what I'll Phil-a-del-ph-i-a
Thursday morning is not Thursday morning 'till one of us says
how's your life
how's your life?
Yeah how's your life
how's your life?

Come on to the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause there's too much time to think and not much time to cry
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend we'll be high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause we may look tired, but we'll get by

What if there were no more mama's boys
What if no one shared their humble appearance
What there were no consequences
What if there were no more arguments
Well that'd be a shame
And that'd be impossible
and you would be bored
'cause you wouldn't want it any other way

Hold on 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause we may look scared, but we're really nice guys
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause we may look strange but we surely will get by

What if there were no more mama's boys
What if we all had no thinking together
Would that be a shame...
And that'd be impossible
cuz you would be bored
'cause you wouldn't want it any other way