Authentic - album lyrics
Tuesday, 16 October 2012 10:54
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Sixteen years ago I met you
In a parking lot outside the DMZ
I was rather taken by you, and you
By me, or so I thought it seemed
But what does a young girl know anyway
About anything?
The night caught up with us
And I found myself giving you the power I need

Not again
Will I be that girl
Again

Sixteen years ago it snowed in my room
We were so dangerously bored
What were we to do?
You covered my nose; you covered my mouth
So I couldn’t sing.
You said I love you, you said I hate you,
You said I love you
What the hell did that mean?

Not again
Will I be that girl
Again

Sixteen years have passed and somehow I managed to survive
You see the trouble is that I never intended to have a life
There are no words for teenaged fear
There are no cures for teenaged pain
Life is life; it is what it is.
It’s only myself that I can change.

Not again
Will I be that girl
Again
I am strong now
I have a place to stand
I live now
That other girl is dead.

Authentic
jane mabry-smith

See the window
where the neighbors watch me
they'll never knock on my door
Could I blame them?
I've seen myself before
sitting in the back yard
playing the same riff over again
on my guitar
singing these same words over again
"I don't care anymore"

So you see me
you might like me
cause I got something you're looking for

Come and get me
you won't stop me
cause your feet haven't left the floor

try and stop me
you might like me
just go ahead and knock on my door

The world is full of designs I've
never
fully embraced
or believed
I gotta second hand shirt  
with champagne dreams
Of course my life don't match yours
A dangerous position
an unsettled score
and that's the nature of my authentic world
and I don't care anymore

So you see me
you might like me
cause I got something you're looking for

Come and get me
you won't catch me
cause your feet haven't left the floor

try and stop me
you might like me
just go ahead and knock on my door

bridge: this is real, feel my skin underneath your hands,
shining like a southern sunrise, I'm on fire oh yeah
and the daggers don't matter, the hooks can have their bait
it all falls away face to face
This can be all you want it to be.

Dying Man

What
Is it
To wish
Death
On a dying man
Malice?
Cowardice?
Humanity?
Compassion
For the dying man?
    Dying man…
        Dying man…
            Dying man…
And if that
Wish came true
What would
Come of it?
Now I’m
Thinking
Only
Of myself
Here
And not
Anywhere else
Dying man...
    Death
        On the dying man…
    Dying man…

And that’s the nature of the wish
Right?
    Is it Right?
        Is it Wrong?
    Wrong?
Someone please tell me!
If I were to wish this,
What would it mean?
Death on the dying man.

Ideal of love

This idea of love
that everyone talks about is a piece of film
 I can put these images on it
but it's nothing more than a roll of plastic

This idea of love
is only an ideal.
Where do we fit in the picture?

I think love is more like a road
that you're making up on your own
especially if there's been no one
to share that special lens

This idea of love
is only an ideal.
Where do we fit in the picture?
And how many pictures do we get?

All we have
is all that we've seen
and that'a not real
and I don't even know anymore
And I don't even care anymore
About this thing
that they like
to call love.

Moments of Knowing

There is a wisdom that exists
sometimes I have a part of it
I have Moments of knowing
Something I don’t know
How it goes away. I know it
For a little while.
Listen for it
A little while.
Because I think
For a little while
I have it all figured out
And stop thinking.

Projector Blue

On the other hand, my hand
chosen prison that I prefer
to practice the worship value
of sabotage, awaits

in the harbor. Please wait.
It is impossible to tell.
My adrenaline, my focus,
I can't see straight.

Such an ample yarn
Ties me to such
a secret:

an apple of entropy
in the tower of my eyes
and I can't decide
what is wrong or right.

I could squint through
the projector blue
Tint the world
with my violent hue.

Such an ample yarn
Ties me to such
a secret:
that I can't decide
what is wrong or right.
I could squint through
the projector blue

But my feet collapse.
This stealth of mine
private self
now crazy with
the jackal breath,

and I must murder it.
The old thing in me-
It must go
with the spices and glass
you see,

before
I can join with
my other hand.
and I must decide
what is wrong or right.
I could squint through
the projector blue

Shut up and Listen!

There's a man or woman
either good or bad
either black or white
maybe gay or straight
Christian or other
who's early or late
and does it fucking matter

Why? won't you step away from the picture
Time... will make you so near-sighted
Fine…go on and look, it all splits in half
Your mind will believe it's something different

There's a woman or man
either rich or poor
could be short or tall
pretty or ugly
nice or mean
clean or dirty
quiet or RAR!

Why? won't you step away from the picture
Time... will make you so near-sighted
Fine…go on and look, it all splits in half
Your mind will believe it's something different (Shut up and Listen)
You believe it's something different
But we're all the same
It's all the same
Shut up and listen!

solo

Why? won't you step away from the picture
Time... will make you so near-sighted
Fine…go on and look, it all splits in half
Your mind will believe it's something different
(There is always)
someone who is smart or stupid
(left or right)
in front or behind who either loves or hates
(this world enough)
to make it seem like it's divided

We're all the same.
It's all the same.
Shut up and listen! 

Song of a Lost Self

Look at her
Does she know you
I think you know her
But you won’t notice
Because it reminds you
Too much of the time
She was down
With her head in her hands
After spreading herself around time.
She lost her name, and she’s like you to the same
As much as you already have:

Don’t ask her name now
She’ll lie to you again
She doesn’t want to know you
Contrary to what you might think
Don't ask her name now
She'll point to someone else
She'll only know you
Once you recognize yourself

Who am I?
How'd I get here?
A block of time is lost
There are doors in my head
I can't open
Cause I'm too scared to look
I can't run anymore
I can't hide her crying
Is too loud
I lost my name, and I wanted her to do the same
As much as she denies.
chorus
Look at me
I won’t run away this time
Look at me
I’ll stand my ground this time

Trauma Model

I am the trauma model
A living breathing example
taken from a sample
of a misunderstood people
that feeling

(Make it go away)
Trauma model
you can recover
like a chair or a floor
gotta find your record player
and get out of your head

 Hold up the trauma model
Trophy girl whining yodel
someone help me notice
The trigger before its pulled
that keening

(Make it go away)   
My swollen eye
seized upon the leaves
cluttering my mind of mines
I want to scream
 put her in the corner
by my record player
why is my record skipping
skipping, skipping, scratching, sticking
this song has got to end

What I Could Give You

This is the rawest thing
I could give you-
a piece of my flesh
thick with the memory
of dirt and tears
I don't need it anymore
cause I've replaced it now
with plastic and wires

See I don't want you to know who I am
I don't want to know either, but here I stand

This is the ugliest thing
I could give you-
and why you want it
I don't know
cause I couldn't stand it hiding
underneath my clothes
And I've replaced it now
with ambiguity

See I don't want you To know who I am;
I don't want To know either, but as long as I stand
here and look around, there's no denying
so I keep trying, to rid myself of me

This is the worst thing
I could give you--
And I'm not sure
You'd know what it was
Even if I told you
it's just awful that way
I don't need it anymore
but you seem willing to take it.

so before you go
I want you to know
that I didn't make you
take this from me,
you wanted to see me
you wanted me.  
Last Updated ( Tuesday, 16 October 2012 14:21 )