vTHE REPLACEMENTS: Pleased to Meet Me Originally transcribed by Scott Ochs (ssochs@iastate.edu). Corrections submitted by Mark Timmins and many other //Skyway\\ subscribers. (Including, but not limited to: Mitch Harris, Joel Jacobs, and Klaus) Please send any corrections to "skyway@novia.net" (And feel free spread this file to any lyrics servers!) (//Skyway\\ information follows these lyrics) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I.O.U. (2:57) Give me a/get me out of this little stinkin' fresh air Ninety days in the electric chair Step right up son Gonna show you something ain't never been done You're all fucked Listen, it don't cost much I lay down the line that you touch Never do what you're told There'll be time, believe me, when you're old You're all wrong and I'm right Please be on your honor Please be on your side [...sucker?] (back in here) Listen to the story all right I'm losing all I own on that dotted line Step right up son Gonna show you something ain't never been done You're all wrong and I'm right You see I want it in writing, I owe you nothing want it in writing, I owe you nothing want it in writing ALEX CHILTON (3:12) If he was from Venus, would he feed us with a spoon? If he was from Mars, then that be cool Standing right on campus, would he stamp us in a file? Hangin' down in Memphis all the while (Chorus:) Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes 'round They sing "I'm in love. What's that song? I'm in love with that song." So we will/Cerebral rape and pillage in a village of his choice. Invisible man who can sing in a visible voice. Feeling like a hundred bucks, exchanging good lucks face to face. Checkin' his stash by the trash at St. Mark's place. (Repeat chorus) I never travel far, without a little Big Star (Instrumental break) Runnin' 'round the house, Mickey Mouse and the Tarot cards. Falling asleep with a flop pop video on. If he was from Venus, would he meet us on the moon? If he died in Memphis, then that'd be cool, babe. (Repeat chorus) I DON'T KNOW (3:19) Do we give it up? (I don't know) Should we give it hell? (I don't know) Are you makin' a fortune? (I don't know) Or don't you wanna tell? (I don't know) Should we give it up? (I don't know) Or hang around some more? (I don't know) Should we buy some beer? (I don't know) Can I use your hairspray? One foot in the door, the other foot in the gutter The sweet smell that you adore, yeah I think I'd rather smother. Should we top it off? (I don't know) It's startin' to smoke.* (I don't know) Who's behind the board? (I don't know) They tell me he's a dope. (I don't know) What the fuck you sayin'? (I don't know) Our lawyer's on the phone. (I don't know) How much are you in for? (I don't know) What did we do now? One foot in the door, the other one in the gutter The sweet smell that they adore, I think I'd rather smother One foot in the door, the other one in the gutter The sweet smell that they adore, well I think I'd rather smother (4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12) Are you guys still around? (I don't know) Whatcha gonna do with your lives? (Nothin'!) One foot in the *fuckup*, the other one in the gutter The sweet smell that you adore, hey I think I'd rather smother One foot in this door, the other one in the gutter The sweet smell that they adore, oh I think I'd rather smother "Should we turn it off?/It's starting to smoke." In an article I read at the time of the "Pleased To Meet Me" release, Westerberg said part of the lyrics from that song came about because of a faulty console on which they were working while recording the album. It did, from time to time, start smoking and they would have to shut things down because of it. - mwsimm@earthlink.net (Mike Simmons) NIGHTCLUB JITTERS (2:44) Nightclub jitters, I take a drink before I hit the town Night life critters scurry to that sultry, smoky sound Hurry now the sun is goin' down To the nightclub jitters, only thing that scares me is the dark The night life critters: "What's the cover? Where should we park?" Stay at home just once for a lark. They say "Now don't be a stranger." It really don't matter to me I'd be willing to wager That it don't matter much if we keep in touch Nightclub jitters, I take a drink before I hit the town Night life critters, they scurry to that sultry smoky sound Oh hurry now the sun is goin' down They say "Now don't be a stranger." Hell, it really don't matter to me I'd be willing to wager That it don't matter much if we keep in touch Don't matter much 'cause I got a touch In the nightclub In the nightclub THE LEDGE (4:04) All eyes look up to me High above the filthy streets Heed no bullhorn when it calls Watch me fly and die, watch me fall I'm the boy they can't ignore, For the first time in my life, I'm sure All the love sent up high to pledge Won't reach the ledge Wind blows cold from the west I smell coffee, I smell doughnuts for the press A girl that I knew once years ago Is tryin' to be reached on the phone I'm the boy she can't ignore, For the first time in my life, I'm sure All the love sent up high to pledge... (Repeat) (Instrumental break) Priest kneels silent, all is still Policeman reaches from the sill Watch him try to try his best There'll be no medal pinned to his chest I'm the boy they couldn't ignore, For the first time in my life, I'm sure (Repeat) I'm the boy for the last time in my life All the love that they pledge For the last time will not reach the ledge NEVER MIND (2:47) Absolution is out of the question It makes no sense to apologize The words I thought I brought I left behind, So never mind All over but the shouting, just a waste of time Never mind All over but the shouting, just a waste of time I'm not ready as I'll ever be I climb the walls, I fall into the sea I'm not ready as I'll ever be And I suppose your guess is more or less as bad as mine All over but the shouting, just a waste of time Never mind All over but the shouting, just a waste of time And I suppose your guess is more or less as bad as mine You oughta tell me, you oughta say if you're not sure You oughta tell me, you got to help me remember Never mind All over but the shouting, just a waste of time Never mind All over but the shouting, just a waste of time Never mind Never mind Never mind Never mind The words I thought I brought I left behind So never mind VALENTINE (3:31) Well you wish upon a star that turns into a plane And I guess that's right on par Who's left to blame? If you were a pill I'd take a handful at my will And I'd knock you back with something sweet and strong Plenty of times you wake up in February make-up Like the moon and the morning star you're gone (chorus:) Tonight makes love to all your kind Tomorrow's makin' Valentines Hey you pop up in this old place So sick and so refined (divine?) Are you strung out on some face? Well I know it ain't mine If you were a pill, I'd take a handful at my will, And I'd knock you back with something sweet and strong Trouble keeping your head up when you're hungry and you're fed up, Like a moon and a lone star you're gone (chorus) If you were a pill, I'd take a handful at my will, And I'd knock you back with something sweet as wine Yesterday was theirs to say, this is their world and their time Well if tonight belongs to you, tomorrow's mine (chorus) (chorus) SHOOTING DIRTY POOL (2:20) Rock 'n roll loudmouth, shoot 'em off black Stroke another one now, right behind my back Do us all a favor, get yourself a spine Everybody's chokin' on the grapevine (Chorus:) Shootin' dirty pool, spewin' dirty lies Shootin' dirty pool, spewin' dirty lies I heard it on the airwaves, I've seen it in my glass Get your money on the table, get your head out of your ass You're the coolest guy that I ever have smelt I ain't a notch on nobody's belt (Repeat chorus) Why don't you get a haircut, sister? That's it! {bottle breaking} (Instrumental break) (Repeat chorus) RED RED WINE (2:59) A bottle of Chablis, hey now, that ain't no stuff for me Chateau Timberley, as long as I can't see Gallo or Muscatel, either one would be just swell I didn't come here to fight, hey just as long as that ain't white Now I ain't no connoiseur cat - the conno-sewer/kinda sewer rat Red red wine on Sunday Always tastes so good Red red wine Red red wine Red red wine if you would Hey now as long as it is red, oh set 'em up until we're dead A Saturday sippin' beer is just a jug without a year Now I ain't no connoiseur cat, I think you guessed that Red red wine on Sunday Just like Martin said Red red wine Red red wine Set us up 'till we're dead I ain't no connoiseur cat, conno-sewer rat ... on Sunday Just like Martin said Red red wine Red red wine Set us up 'till we're dead SKYWAY (2:04) You take the skyway, high above the busy little one-way In my stupid hat and gloves, at night I lie awake Wonderin' if I'll sleep Wonderin' if we'll meet out in the street But you take the skyway It don't move at all like a subway It's got bums when it's cold like any other place It's warm up inside Sittin' down and waitin' for a ride Beneath the skyway Oh, then one day, I saw you walkin' down that little one-way Where, the place I'd catch my ride most everyday There wasn't a damn thing I could do or say Up in the skyway Skyway Skyway (sky away) CAN'T HARDLY WAIT (3:02) I'll write you a letter tomorrow Tonight I can't hold a pen Someone's got a stamp that I can borrow I promise not to blow the address again Lights that flash in the evening, Through a crack in the drapes Jesus rides beside me He never buys any smokes Hurry up, hurry up, ain't you had enough of this stuff Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes See you're high and lonesome Try and try and try Lights that flash in the evening, Through a hole in the drapes I'll be home when I'm sleeping I can't hardly wait I can't wait. Hardly wait. --===---===---===---===---===---===---===---===---===---===---===---===---===-- Date: Thu, 28 Oct 1993 19:53:53 -0600 (CST) From: EMHILTON@stthomas.edu I don't have time to write much, but i just want to respond to the lyrics to Alex Chilton... the line "checking his [stash by the trash at St. Mark's Place]" ...which is in New York where Paul met Alex Chilton for the first time there. Just wanted to throw that at you! Thanks, Elliot ________________________________________________________________________________ Date: Sun, 01 Jun 1997 18:31:43 -0500 From: Rock Subject: Lyrics To Red Red Wine The line where you've got: "Red red wine on Sunday Just like Martin said" This is a reference to Martin Zellar of the Gear Daddies (another band from Minneapolis.) The story as Martin related it to me is that they (Paul and Martin) were at a party once talking about visting their grandparents when they were young. Martin told Paul that every Sunday he would go to his grandparents and be allowed to drink a glass of wine for the occassion. Anyway, that's the story as I understand it. 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