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Ratatattat
03:52
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You look like a hungry wolf
and you sure know how to play the game
you had me in your teeth
before I even knew your name
Ratatattat I hear you knocking
Ratatattat come in, boy
Ratatattat I hear you knocking
Hurry up, let's get to the skin on skin, boy
Ooh, those arms were made to hold me!
My god, those hands could break me in two!
Well, boy, these legs were meant to enfold ya...
so that's exactly what they're gonna do.
Ratatattat I hear you knocking
Ratatattat come in, boy
Ratatattat I hear you knocking
Hurry up, let's get to the skin on skin, boy
And I know I shouldn't mix business with pleasure...
not a clever girl like me.
But you and me in a locked up room
is the only place I wanna be.
Ratatattat I hear you knocking
Ratatattat come in, boy
Ratatattat I hear you knocking
And I know it can't last
The bigger the bang the quicker the burn
but for now, it feels just fine
you give me some, I'll give you plenty in return.
Ratatattat I hear you knocking
Ratatattat come in, boy
Ratatattat I hear you knocking
Hurry up, let's get to the skin on skin, boy
Love the sinner, love the sin, boy
Hurry up, let's get to the skin on skin, boy
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2. |
Call Me Baby
02:40
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He says he likes my pretty eyes
and the messages they send.
But I'm pretty sure it was my thick thighs
that got him in the end.
He's tried and true
deferential, too
and he's thankful for the things I do
but he wont call me baby
He says he likes the clothes I wear
you know, I wear them just for him
He pulls my curly hair
I think he could tear me limb from limb
He's tried and true
deferential, too
and he's thankful for the things I do
but he wont call me baby
And he thinks that I'm just vain
but he's the veiny one
he think my ego is to blame
For all I've said and done
He's tried and true
confrontational, too
he wont do the one thing i want him to do
he wont call me baby
The thinks that he's just there
To soothe my vanity
But I think he's unaware
of how much he means to me
Cause he's tried and true
and he's beautiful, too
and I'm thankful for the things that he can do
I just want him to be my little baby.
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3. |
Newness is Nice
03:12
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My eyes dart, but I know I shouldn't start. So I enjoy the boys like works of art, and remind myself to be smart.
Newness is nice, but everything that's new gets old.
What you gonna do when his swag starts to drag and the heat gets cold?
I prefer the ease of knowing how to please after months and months have passed,
because newness is nice, but newness doesn't last.
So I enjoy the boys like works of art, and remind myself to be smart.
Newness is nice, but everything that's new gets stale.
What you gonna do when the paint peels and the engines start to fail?
I prefer to pursue the tried and true than stumble with the uninitiated,
because newness is nice, but newness is overrated.
So I enjoy the boys like works of art, and remind myself to be smart.
Newness is nice, but I prefer a known quantity,
because comfort and convenience are everything to me.
I prefer the quid pro quo from the devil that I know to the devil that I do not...
because newness sure is nice, but I'll stick with what I've got.
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4. |
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It never felt quite right, but I kept my mouth shut tight.
every time I got up to get dressed, I felt the words caught inside my chest.
Boys, boys, boys: be careful! Move over!
And girls, girls, girls: keep looking over your shoulder!
There's a train coming through.
It'll hit you if you don't move out the way.
Despite the evidence against I think you're essentially good.
I'm sure you would show me if you could.
But I've forgiven quite a bit, and I'm not sure you even remember it.
Boys, boys, boys: be careful! Move over!
And girls, girls, girls: keep looking over your shoulder!
There's a train coming through.
It'll hit you if you don't move out the way.
I think I was in love... or maybe it's a dream I'm thinking of.
Cause I'm not sure how it ended; I just remember I pretended I was fine.
I want to have a loving heart, but I think I may be missing a part.
Maybe it fell behind the bed or got left on the floor
when I was picking up all the pieces before.
Feeling deep is a dangerous thing, so I reserve that behavior for when I sing.
There's not a lot you can guarantee besides death and taxes and MELODY.
So, boys, boys, boys: be careful! Move over!
And girls, girls, girls: keep looking over your shoulder!
There's a train coming through.
It'll hit you if you don't move out the way.
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5. |
In English
03:47
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English is pretty, but sometimes it seems to lack something.
Speaking it is fine, but you need a beat to make it sing.
I need another tongue besides my mother tongue to talk to you.
No, english just wont do.
I just want you to stay, so maybe I should say, "Yo no quiero vivir sin ti."
English is funny, cause sometimes it doesn't sound quite right.
Maybe cause in English all we seem to do is fuss and fight.
English can be lovely but lately I haven't heard too much of that.
All I hear's those fighin' words, we're constantly in combat.
But when you talk to me, I feel such electricity! But then you hang up the phone, and I'm talking to myself sparking alone.
My english is persuasive but you refuse to take the bait.
I've tried silence, body language... nothing seems to penetrate.
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6. |
The Things
04:02
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The things that I don't know could fill a million volumes,
and the things that I do know I often forget.
The things that I haven't done could fill a million volumes.
And the things that I have done I often regret.
...But I hardly cry about that anymore!
There are much better things to cry for!
Why be so serious?
The things that I'm saying have been said already.
The very same sentences again and again.
The things that you're saying to me have been said already!
From the capital letter to the full stop at the end.
But if there's nothing new under the sun, doesn't that take the pressure of everyone?
Why be so serious?
The things that we do have been done at least 6.8 billion times before
from the look at the first to the groan at the last.
Yes, the things that we do to each other have been done before
by so many species from the present and the past.
Everybody loves to get freaky,
so let's just be a little more tongue-in-cheeky!
Why be so serious
about the things?
Because the thing is, baby, you blink and then you're over
it's the oldest story every told
The thing is, geologically speaking, we're fingernails, we're recycled glass!
So, let's hold each other for warmth when the comforts get too cold.
The struggle is nothing new.
Finding another warm body is the best we can do.
Why be so serious?
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7. |
Didn't Mean It That Way
02:55
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Coming on too strong is my default setting
This heavy heart craves heavy petting
But don't get the wrong idea
it was sure nice to see ya
...but I didn't mean it that way
It's just easier to touch than to talk all day
And I am trying to be better, but I'm just programmed that way
I know you thought you had it all
So I'm sorry I didn't call
…I just didn't mean it that way
And I know it was pretty misleading
And I know it was probably not right
That I never wrote back to those texts that you sent
I just wanted to feel something that night
I didn't mean it that way
And I know that it felt like we were really connecting
But then I kissed, I told and I left by silent treatment rejecting
I'm not as nice as you thought before that dinner you bought
…but I didn't mean it that way
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8. |
O Death
03:52
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I feel November coming
The signs are clear
I feel November coming
There went another year
And I hear that dial tone sounding
Nobody picked up
I hear that dial tone sounding
And old fears got kicked up
O death, it never gets better
Cause the bones dry with time but the tears stay wetter
Cause I see you in every boy and in every nightmare
O death, you came and went but you're still standing there
I see that furrowed brow
I recognize that look
I see that furrowed brow
And I recognize what death took
I get by in winter and I get by in the spring
But then as soon as summer comes, it's gone
and the fall chill summons everything
I spend hours and hours and hours just remembering when
Because it all comes back again
Four Novembers come and gone
and there's another one coming through
Four Novembers come and gone
And I'm still singing about you
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