Liz Phair 6’1″

I bet you fall in bed too easily

With the beautiful girls who are shyly brave

And you sell yourself as a man to save

But all the money in the world is not enough

I bet you’ve long since passed understanding

What it takes to be satisfied

You’re like a vine that keeps climbing higher

But all the money in the world is not enough

And all the bridges blown away keep floating up

It’s cold

And rough

And I kept standing six-feet-one

Instead of five-feet-two

And I loved my life

And I hated you

(yeah)

It’s cold out there

And rough

And I kept standing six-feet-one

Instead of five-feet-two

And I loved my life

And I hated you

Liz Phair Uncle Alvarez

There’s a portrait of Uncle Alvarez

Hanging in the hall

Nobody wants to look at it

But Uncle Alvarez sees us all

Ho ho ho imaginary accomplishments

Hey hey hey you visionary guy!

You might even shake the hands of presidents

Better send a postcard and keep the family quiet

He’s not really part Cherokee Indian

He didn’t fight in the Civil War

He’s just Eugene Isaac Alvarez

We feel sorry for the wall

And It’s a long way down, you’re hoping for a heart attack

Running around, investing in this and that, and your

Beautiful wife keeps your life on a shelf for you

Safe in the bedroom where there’s no dust or mildew and it’s

Hard to believe you were once a

Beautiful dancer…

Better just to shake it off

As you write your resume

Don’t think of Uncle Alvarez

And the price he had to pay!

You might even shake the hands of presidents

Better send some money to the Alma Matter

Liz Phair Divorce Song

And when I asked for a separate room

It was late at night, and we’d been driving since noon

But if I’d known how that would sound to you

I would have stayed in your bed for the rest of my life

Just to prove I was right

That it’s harder to be friends than lovers

And you shouldn’t try to mix the two

‘Cause if you do it and you’re still unhappy

Then you know that the problem is you

And it’s true that I stole your lighter

And it’s also true that I lost the map

But when you said that I wasn’t worth talking to

I had to take your word on that

But if you’d known how that would sound to me

You would have taken it back

And boxed it up and buried it in the ground

Boxed it up and buried it in the ground

Boxed it up and buried it in the ground

Burned it up and thrown it away

You put in my hands a loaded gun

And then told me not to fire it

When you did the things you said were up to me

And then accused me of trying to fuck it up

But you’ve never been a waste of my time

It’s never been a drag

So take a deep breath and count back from ten

And maybe you’ll be alright

And the license said you had to stick around until I was dead

But if you’re tired of looking at my face, I guess I already am

But you’ve never been a waste of my time

It’s never been a drag

So take a deep breath and count back from ten

And maybe you’ll be alright

Liz Phair Wind And The Mountain

You lose your way

You’ve gotta land

You’ve gotta make another plan

But sometimes I am too tired

You’ve gotta smile

You’ve gotta play

You’ve gotta work another day

But sometimes I am too tired

You’ve gotta raise your hand and say

I don’t understand

But there are days when I’m to tired

There are days when I’m just too tired

And the wind that I’m in

Screams on me

Howls around me

And I feel like I am a naked man

I’ve got nothing and no one in a stranger’s land

And the wind will do me in

Everyday

You’ve gotta run

You’ve got a job

You get it done

But sometimes I am too tired

You wanna roll in the grass

Kick your shoes off

Have a laugh

But sometimes I am too tired

I wanna raise my hand and say

I don’t understand

But there are days when I’m to tired

There are days when I’m just too tired

And the wind kicks in again and says

Lean on me

Rise above me

And it says

Sailor don’t leave the channel now

Deep blue rollers are breaking across your bow

And the wind will guide you in

So I went up the mountain

But all I saw was another mountain

So I came down the mountain

And I said, “leave me here lord”

So I went up the mountain

And all I saw was anouther mountain

So I came down the mountain

And I said, leave me here lord

Leave me in the valley

Let me rest my weary head

Give peace to your survivor

Put all my fears to bed

You lose your way

You’ve gotta land

You’ve gotta make another plan

But sometimes I am inspired

You’re gonna sing another song

You’re gonna right another wrong

And sometimes I am inspired

You’re gonna raise your hand and say

I don’t understand

There are days when you get an answer

There are days when you find your answer

Liz Phair Stratford-On-Guy

I was flying into Chicago at night

Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke

The sun was setting to the left of the plane

And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow

In 27-D, I was behind the wing

Watching landscape roll out like credits on a screen

The earth looked like it was lit from within

Like a poorly assembled electrical ball

As we moved out of the farmlands into the grid

The plan of a city was all that you saw

And all of these people sitting totally still

As the ground raced beneath them, thirty-thousand feet down

It took an hour, maybe a day

But once I really listened the noise just fell away

And I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 video

The stewardess came back and checked on my drink

In the last strings of sunlight, a Brigitte Bardot

As I had on my headphones

Along with those eyes that you get

When your circumstance is movie-size

It took an hour, maybe a day

But once I really listened the noise just fell away

It took an hour, maybe a day

But once I really listened the noise just fell away

But once I really listened the noise just fell away

Liz Phair Dance Of The Seven Veils

Johnny, my love, get out of the business

It makes me wanna rough you up so badly

Makes me wanna roll you up in plastic

Toss you up and pump you full of lead

Johnny, my love, get out of the business

The odds are getting fatter by the minute

That I have got a bright and shiny platter

And I am gonna get your heavy head

I only ask because I’m a real cunt in spring

You can rent me by the hour

I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing

Entertainers bring May flowers

So Johnny, my love, we got us a witness

Now all we gotta do is get a preacher

He can probably skip the “until death” part

‘Cause Johnny, my love, you’re already dead

I only ask because I’m a real cunt in spring

You can rent me by the hour

I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing

Entertainers bring May flowers

May flowers

May flowers

To you