Jenny Lewis Slippery Slopes

I am still into you, dreams really do come true

I feel it everywhere, even in my red hair

And if you don’t wreck it then I won’t wreck it either

When I’m out on the road

If for just one second, he helps me to forget all about

Slippery slopes, whiskey and cloves

I see it happening, I’ll get the golden ring

I want eternity, for her and you and me

And if you don’t expect it, I won’t expect it either

When we take off our clothes

If for just one second, she helps you to forget all about

Slippery slopes, mushrooms and coke

[x2:]

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Is anyone listening?

There’s joy that freedom brings

And I’ll be a libertine

If she eats after me

Cause if you don’t express it, you will express it later

With who? God only knows

If for just one second it helps us to remember

That we like each other the most

Sleeping with bros, slippery slopes

Jenny Lewis The Voyager

By the time I got your letter I had lost my mind

I was trippin’

“When you gettin’ better?”

It’s a jagged line

Nothin’ lasts forever when you travel time

I’ve been sippin’ that cool aid of the cosmos

‘Cause The Voyagers in every boy and girl

If you wanna get to heaven get out of this world

The Voyagers in every boy and girl

When it finally hit me I did not cry

’cause I was at the 7/11 flippin’ through The New York Times

I saw it printed in black and white – The Voyager goes up in smoke

The Voyagers in every boy and girl

if you wanna get to heaven get out of this world

You’re the Voyager

You’re the Voyager

You scared me straight

right into your arms

ah-oh

ah-oh-oh

ah-oh

ah-oh-oh

ah-oh

The Voyagers in every boy and girl

If you wanna get to heaven get out of this world

you’re The Voyager

you’re The Voyager

Hey

you’re The Voyager

you’re The Voyager

I’m the Voyager

Jenny Lewis Trying My Best To Love You

Our love is sweeter than strings

Our love is thicker than angel wings

But still sometimes I can’t believe you’re real

It’s just that I’ve got diamonds in my eyes for you

Our love is simple

Our love is crystal

But still sometimes you cannot help yourself

You step outside and hear bells ringing

For you, for you

Trying my best to love you

Trying my best to love you

Trying my best to love you

They make it so hard on us baby

It’s so hard on us baby

I want you back my baby

I want you back in my arms

I want you back right now

They make it so hard on us baby

It’s so hard on us baby

Trying my best to love you

Trying my best to love you

Trying my best to love you

They make it so hard on us baby

It’s so hard on us baby

It’s so hard on us baby

It’s so hard on us baby

Jenny Lewis The Charging Sky

If I run uphill I’m out of breath

If I spend all of my money then I’ve got no money left

If I place all of my chips on only one bet

I’m all in

And it’s a surefire bet I’m gonna die

So I’m taking up praying on Sunday nights

And it’s not that I believe in your almight

But I might as well as insurance or bail

Cause institution’s like a big bright light

And it blinds you into fear and consuming and fight

And you’ve been in the desert underneath the charging sky

It’s just you and God

But what if God’s not there?

But his name is on your dollar bill

Which just became cab fare

For the Evangelist, the Communist, and the Lefts and the Rights

And the hypocrites and the Jesuits and the blacks and the whites

It’s in the belly of the beast

In the Atlanta streets

Or up in Laurel Canyon

The verge of the Middle East

Still they’re dying on the dark continent

It’s been happening long enough to mention it

Have I mentioned my parents are getting back together again

It’s been 25 years

Of spreading infection

Somehow we’re not affected

So my mom, she brushes her hair

And my dad starts growing Bob Dylan’s beard

And I share with my friends a couple of beers

In the Orlando streets

In the belly of the beast

Jenny Lewis Rise Up With Fists!!

What are you changing?

Who do you think you’re changing?

You can’t change things, we’re all stuck in our ways

It’s like trying to clean the ocean

What, do you think you can drain it?

Well, it was poison and dry long before you came

But you can wake up younger under the knife

And you can wake up sounder if you get analyzed

And I better wake up

There but for the grace of God go I

It’s hard to believe your prophets

When they’re asking you to change things

But with their suspect lives, we look the other way

Are you really that pure, sir?

Thought I saw you in Vegas

It was not pretty, but she was (not your wife)

But she will wake up wealthy

And you will wake up forty-five

And she will wake up with baby

There but for the grace of God go I

What am I fighting for?

The cops are at my front door

I can’t escape that way, the windows are in flames

And what’s that on your ankle?

You say they’re not coming for you

But house arrest is really just the same

Like when you wake up behind the bar

Trying to remember where you are

Having crushed all the pretty things

There but for the grace of God go I

But I still believe

And I will rise up with fists

And I will take what’s mine (mine, mine)

There but for the grace of God go I

There but for the grace of God go I

There but for the grace of God go I

There but for the grace of God go I

Jenny Lewis The Next Messiah

Livin’ in the meadow

The mighty, mighty meadow

With too many people

Suckin’ all the water

And my daddy was a farmer

He was a racecar driver

He is a four leaf clover

He is the next messiah

Now he’s living in the woods

The dark and dank woods

With a cocktail waitress

Who thinks she’s an artist

Take it down to the river

Split it right up the middle

Now it’s gonna be trouble

For a pregnant lamb and a con man

Now he’s sick in the clink

With his head in the sink

And the tumor gonna make a

Man outta him

Now, my daddy was a chancer

He was a bad-check bouncer

But he beat that cancer

He’s a survivor

He’s the next messiah

He’s the next messiah

He’s the next messiah

He’s the next messiah

Covering it up

Squeezing it out

Watching it bleed

You’re watching it all

Taking it back

She’s down on her knees

When did she come to detest you?

Giving it back

Backing you up

Nothing’s for free

You’re giving it back

For locking you up

Those terrible deeds

When will they come to arrest you?

When did she come to detest you?

When will they come to arrest you?

When did she come to detest you?

I’m gonna give my love to you on a day you gotta bring it back

I’m gonna give my love to you on a day you gotta bring it back

(I want to tell you I love you) I’m gonna give my love to you

(I want to tell you I love you) on a day you gotta bring it back

(I want to tell you I love you) I’m gonna give my love to you

(I want to tell you I love you) on a day you gotta bring it back

I want to tell you I love you

I want to tell you I love you

(I’m gonna go out walking baby) I want to tell you I love you

(Better be here when I get back) I want to tell you I love you

(I’m gonna go out walking baby) I want to tell you I love you

(Better be here when I get back) I want to tell you I love you

I’m gonna give my love to you on a day you gotta bring it back

I’m gonna give my love to you on a day you gotta bring it back

I want to tell you I love you

I want to tell you I love you

He’s the next messiah

He’s the next messiah

He’s the next messiah

He’s the next messiah

Jenny Lewis Sing A Song For Them

If you sing a song, sing a song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing a song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

For the bats in the belfry and the fairies on Main Street

For the deadbeat daddies and the Boulevard freaks

For the little girls with the carousel eyes

And the brick-a-brack finding housewives, losing their minds

Sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

To the never-made-its, and the unrecognized

To the alley rats and the tenement flies

To the weekend tweakers, the blond and the blind

To the ex-thrill seekers in the methadone lines

Sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

To who you are, and will never be

To the shaking hand of the maker we’re all gonna meet

Sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

Jenny Lewis You Can’t Outrun ‘Em

You got struck with some bad luck,

There’s a black cat by your side

And I’m afraid you chose the red door,

With the triple 6 neon sign

And what those witchdoctors do to you

I wouldn’t want it for myself

After all that you’ve been through

Haven’t you learned anything?

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

They want your head, you can’t outrun ’em

I guess two souls will meet again,

When the universe thinks they should.

Even if their own bloodlines,

Don’t run as deep as they could

And will your mama pull you through?

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I wouldn’t wish it on my enemy

Now that I am living proof,

That history repeats

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

They want you dead

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

You better talk quickly, ’cause my sister’s at the door

‘Cause I want to know everything,

Who I am and what it’s for

What the Lord has planned for you,

I guess that it was meant

Wanted to get to know you,

Before you were dead!

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

I know you can’t

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

You can’t

Jenny Lewis The Big Guns

Well you praise him

Then you thank him

Til you reach the by-and-by

And I’ve won hundreds at the track

But I’m not betting on the afterlife

Then you kiss his lips

He forgives you for it

He forgives you for all you’ve done

But not me

I’m still angry

What have I done?

Why am I always messing with

The big guns?

First I’ll build a sword

Get some words to explain

It’s a plan, brother, at least

And I’ll pretend that everybody here wants peace

Have mercy, have mercy, have mercy on me

Cause we’re tired and lonely and we’re bloody

What have we done?

Why are we still running

From our own failing bodies?

The big guns, the big guns…

Sing mercy, sing mercy, sing mercy on me

Let’s pretend that everybody here wants peace

What have we done?

Why are we still chasing our own tails? And running…

From the big guns, the big guns, the big guns