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JAGGED LITTLE PILL Do
I stress you out
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And
you say how appropriate I
donīt want to dissect everything today I
donīt mean to pick you apart you see But
I canīt help it There
I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off Slap
me with a splintered ruler And
it would knock me to the floor if I wasnīt there already If
only I could hunt the hunter
And
I really want is some patience A
way to calm the angry voice And
all I really want is deliverance
Do
I wear you out You
must wonder why Iīm relentless and all strung out Iīm
consumed by the chill os solitary Iīm
like Estella I
like to reel it in and then spit it out Iīm
frustrated by your apathy And
I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land If
only I could meet the Maker And
I am fascinated by the spiritual man I
am humbled by his humble nature
What
I wouldnīt give to find a soulmate Someone
else to catch this drift And
what I wouldnīt give to meet a kindred
Enough
about me, letīs talk about you for a minute Enough
about you, letīs talk about life for a while The
conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses Falling
all around . . . all around
Why
are you so petrified of silence Here
can you handle this? Did
you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines Or
when you think youīre gonna die Or
did you long for the next distraction And
all I need now is intellectual intercourse A
soul to dig the hole much deeper And
I have no concept of time other than it is flying If
only I could kill the killer
All
I really want is some peace man A
place to find a common ground And
all I really want is a wavelength All
I really want is some comfort A
way to get my hands untied And
all I really want is some justice . . . I
want you to know that Iīm happy for you I
wish nothing but the best for you both An
older version of me Is
she perverted like me Would
she go down on you in a theatre Does
she speak eloquently And
would she have your baby Iīm
sure sheīd make a really excellent mother
īCause
the love that you gave that we made wasnīt
able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no And
every time you speak her name Does
she know how you told me youīd hold me Until
you died, ītill you die But
youīre still alive
Chorus:
And
Iīm here to remind you Of
the mess you left when you went away Itīs
not fair to deny me Of
the cross I bear that you gave to me You,
you, you oughta know
You
seem very well, things look peaceful Ipm
not quite as well, I thought you should know Did
you forget about me Mr. Duplicity I
hate to bug you in the middle of dinner It
was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced Are
you thinking of me when you fuck her
īCause
the love that you gave that we made wasnīt
able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no And
every time you speak her name Does
she know how you told me youīd hold me Until
you died, ītill you die But
youīre still alive
Repeat
Chorus
īCause
the joke that you laid in the bed that was me And
Iīm not gonna fade As
soon as you close your eyes and you know it And
every time I scratch my nails down someone elseīs back I
hope you feel it . . . well can you feel it
Repeat
Chorus Sometimes
is never quite enough If
youīre flawless, then youīll win my love Donīt
forget to win first place Donīt
forget to keep that smile on your face
Be
a good boy Try
a little harder Youīve
got to measure up And
make me prouder
How
long before you screw it up How
many times do I have to tell you to hurry up With
everything I do for you The
least you can do is keep quiet
Be
a good girl Youīve
gotta try a little harder That
simply wasnīt good enough To
make us proud
Iīll
live through you Iīll
make you what I never was If
youīre the best, then maybe so am I Compared
to him compared to her Iīm
doing this for your own damn good Youīll
make up for what I blew Whatīs
the problem . . . why are you crying
Be
a good boy Push
a little farther now That
wasnīt fast enough To
make us happy Weīll
love you just the way you are if youīre perfect Iīm
broke but Iīm happy Iīm
poor but Iīm kind Iīm
short but Iīm healthy, yeah Iīm
high but Iīm grounded Iīm
sane but Iīm overwhelmed Iīm
lost but Iīm hopeful baby What
it all comes down to Is
that everythingīs gonna be fine fine fine Iīve
got one hand in my pocket And
the other one is giving a high five I
feel drunk but Iīm sober Iīm
young and Iīm underpaid Iīm
tired but Iīm working, yeah I
care but Iīm restless Iīm
here but Iīm really gone Iīm
wrong and Iīm sorry baby What
it all comes down to Is
that everythingīs gonna be quite alright Iīve
got one hand in my pocket And
the other one is flicking a cigarette What
it all comes down to Is
that I havenīt got it all figured out just yet Iīve
got one hand in my pocket And
the other is giving the peace sign Iīm
free but Iīm focused Iīm
green but Iīm wise Iīm
hard but Iīm friendly baby Iīm
sad but Iīm laughin Iīm
brave but Iīm chicken shit Iīm
sick but Iīm pretty baby What
it all boils down to Is
that no oneīs really got it figured out just yet Iīve
got one hand in my pocket And
the other is playing the piano What
it all comes down to my friends Is
that everythingīs just fine fine fine Iīve
got one hand in my pocket And
the other one is hailing a taxi cab . . . Wait
a minute man You
mispronounced my name You
didnīt wait for all the information Before
you turned me away Wait
a minute sir You
kind of hurt my feelings You
see me as a sweet back-loaded puppet And
youīve got a meal ticket taste
Chorus:
I
see right through you I
know right through you I
feel right through you I
walk right through you
You
took me for a joke You
took me for a child You
took a long hard look at my ass And
then played golf for a while Your
shake is like a fish You
pat me on the head You
took me out to wine dine 69 me But
didnīt hear a damn word I said
Repeat
chorus
Hello
Mr. Man You
didnīt think Iīd come back You
didnīt think Iīd show up with my army And
this ammunition on my back Now
that Iīm Miss Thing Now
that Iīm a zillionaire You
scan the credits for your name And
wonder why itīs not there
Repeat
chorus You
know how us Catholic girls can be We
make up for so much time a little too late I
never forgot it, confusing as it was No
fun with no guilt feelings The
sinners, the saviors, the loverless priests Iīll
see you next Sunday
Chorus:
We
all had our reasons to be there We
all had a thing or two to learn We
all needed something to cling to So
we did
I
sang Alleluia in the choir I
confessed my darkest deeds to an envious man My
brothers thy never went blind for what they did But
I may as well have In
the name of the Father, the Skeptic an the Son I
had one more stupid question
Repeat
chorus
What
I learned I rejected but I believe again I
will suffer the consequences of this inquisition If
I junp in this fountain, will I be forgiven
Repeat
chorus
We
all had delusions in our head We
all had our minds made up for us We
had to believe in something So
we did I
recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone I
recommend walking around naked in your living room Swallow
it down (what a jagged little pill) It
feels so good (swimming in your stomach) Wait
until the dust settles
Chorus:
You
live you learn You
love you learn You
cry you learn You
lose you learn You
bleed you learn You
scream you learn
I
recommend biting off more that you can chew to anyone I
certainly do I
recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time Feel
free Throw
it down (the caution blocks you from the wind) Hold
it up (to the rays) You
wait and see when the smoke clears
Repeat
Chorus
Wear
it out (the way a three-year-old would do) Melt
it down (youīre gonna have to eventually anyway) The
fire trucks are coming up around the bend
Repeat
Chorus
You
grieve you learn You
choke you learn You
laugh you learn You
choose you learn You
pray you learn You
ask you learn You
live you learn I
had no choice but to hear you You
stated your case time and again I
thought about it
You
treat me like Iīm a princess Iīm
not used to liking that You
ask how my day was
Chorus:
Youīve
already won me over in spite of me Donīt
be alarmed if I fall head over feet Donīt
be surprised if I love you for all that you are I
couldnīt help it Itīs
all your fault
Your
love is thick and it swallowed me whole Youīre
so much braver than I gave you credit for Thatīs
not lip service
Repeat
Chorus
You
are the bearer of unconditional things You
held your breath and the door for me Thanks
for your patience
Youīre
the best listener that Iīve ever met Youīre
my best friend Best
friend with benefits What
took me so long
Iīve
never felt this healthy before Iīve
never wanted something rational I
am aware now I
am aware now
Repeat
Chorus Whatīs
the matter Mary Jane, had a hard day As
you place the donīt disturb sign on the door You
lost your place in line again, what a pity You
never seem to want to dance anymore
Itīs
a long way down On
this roller coaster The
last chance streetcar Went
off the track And
youīre on it
I
hear youīre counting sheep again Mary Jane Whatīs
the point of tryinī to dream anymore I
hear youīre losing weight again Mary Jane Do
you ever wonder who youīre losing it for
Well
itīs full speed baby In
the wrong direction Thereīs
a few more bruises If
thatīs the way You
insist on heading
Please
be honest Mary Jane Are
you happy Please
donīt censor your tears
Youīre
the sweet crusader And
youīre on your way Youīre
the last great innocent And
thatīs why I love you
So
take this moment Mary Jane and be selfish Worry
not about the cars that go by All
that matters Mary Jane is your freedom Keep
warm my dear, keep dry
Tell
me Tell
me Whatīs
the matter Mary Jane . . . An
old man turned ninety-eight He
won the lottery and died the next day Itīs
a black fly in your Chardonnay Itīs
a death row pardon two minutes too late Isnīt
it ironic . . . donīt you think
Chorus:
Itīs
like rain on your wedding day Itīs
a free ride when youīve already paid Itīs
the good advice that you just didnīt take Who
would īve thought . . . it figures
Mr.
Play It Safe was afraid to fly He
packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye He
waited his whole damn life to take that flight And
as the plane crashed down he thought "
Well isnīt this nice . . ." And
isnīt it ironic . . . donīt you think
Repeat
chorus
Well
life has a funny way of sneaking up on you When
you think everythingīs okay and everythingīs going right And
life has a funny way of helping you out when You
think everythingīs gone wrong and everything blows up In
your face
A
traffic jam when youīre already late A
no-smoking sign on your cigarette break Itīs
like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife Itīs
meeting the man of my dreams And
then meeting his beautiful wife And
isnīt it ironic . . . donīt you think A
little too ironic . . . and yeah I really do think . . .
Repeat
chorus
Life
has a funny way of sneaking up on you Life
has a funny, funny way of helping you out Helping
you out I
donīt want to be the filler is the void is solely yours I
donīt want to be your glass of single malt whiskey Hidden
in the bottom drawer I
donīt want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine Lend
me some fresh air I
donīt want to be adored for what I merely represent to you I
donīt want to be your babysitter Youīre
a very big boy now I
donīt want to be your mother I
didnīt carry you in my womb for nine months Show
me the back door
Chorus:
Visiting
hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 Well
I already know that youīd find some way to sneak me in and oh Mind
the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom You
see itīs too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
I
donīt want to be sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon I
donīt want to be you other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2 I
donīt want to be your food or the light from the fridge on
your face at midnight Hey
what are you hungry for I
donīt want to be the glue that holds your pieces together I
donīt want to be your idol See
this pedestal is high and Iīm afraid of heights I
donīt want to be lived through A
vicarious occasion Please
open the window
Repeat
Chorus
I
donīt want to live on someday when my motto is last week I
donīt want to be responsible for your fractured heart and
its wounded beat I
donīt want to be a substitute for the smoke youīve been inhaling What
do you thank me What
do you thak me for
Repeat
Chorus You
like snow but only if itīs warm You
like rain but only if itīs dry No
sentimental value to the rose that fell on your floor No
fundamental excuse for the granted Iīm taken for
īCause
itīs easy no to So
much easier not to And
what goes around never comes around to you
You
like pain but only if it doesnīt hurt too much You
sit . . . and you wait . . . to receive Thereīs
an obvious attraction To
the path of least resistance in your life Thereīs
an obvious aversion no amount of my insistance could
make you try tonight
īCause
itīs easy no to So
much easier not to And
what goes around never comes around to you To
you to you to you to you to you . . . Thereīs
no love no money no thrill anymore
Thereīs
an apprhensive naked little trembling boy With
his head in his hands Thereīs
an underestimated and impatient little girl raising
her hand
But
itīs easy not to So
much easier not to And
what goes around never comes around to you to
you, to you
get
up get up off of it get
up get up off of it get
out get outta here enough already get
up get up get up off of it wake
up I
went to your house
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