UNPLUGGED
IN NEW YORK
About a Girl
I need an easy friendI do ... with an ear to lendI do ... think you fit this shoeI do ... won't you have a clue I'll take advantage whileYou hang me out to dryBut I can't see you every nightFreeI do I'm standing in your lineI do ... hope you have the timeI do ... pick a number tooI do ... keep a date with you I'll take advantage whileYou hang me out to dryBut I can't see you every nightFreeI do I need an easy friendI do ... with an ear to lendI do ... think you fit this shoeI do ... won't you have a clue I'll take advantage whileYou hang me out to dryBut I can't see you every night (x2)FreeI do ... (x4)
Come As You Are
Come as you are, as you were, As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy. Take your time, hurry up The choice is yours, don't be late. Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memoria Memoria (x3) Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach As I want you to be As a trend, as a friend, as an old memoria Memoria (x3) And I swear that I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun (x2) Memoria (x4) And I swear that I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun (x5) Memoria
Jesus Doesn't Want Me For A Sunbeam / Jesus Don't Want Me For A Sunbeam
Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeamSunbeams are never made like me (Alt: Sunbeams are laughing at me) Don't expect me to cry,For all the reasons you had to dieDon't ever ask your love of me Don't expect me to cryDon't expect me to lieDon't expect me to die for me Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeamSunbeams are never made like me (Alt: Sunbeams are laughing at me) Don't expect me to cry,For all the reasons you had to dieDon't ever ask your love of me (x2)Don't expect me to cryDon't expect me to lieDon't expect me to die for me Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeamSunbeams are never made like me (Alt: Sunbeams are laughing at me) Don't expect me to cry,For all the reasons you had to dieDon't ever ask your love of me Don't expect me to cryDon't expect me to lieDon't expect me to dieDon't expect me to cryDon't expect me to lieDon't expect me to die for me Originally by The Vaselines. Correct title should be "Jesus Don't Want Me For a Sunbeam".An incorrect title, using "Doesn't", is printed on the MTV Unplugged CD and covers.
The Man Who Sold The World
We passed upon the stairWe spoke of was and whenAlthough I wasn't thereHe said I was his friendWhich came as a surpriseI spoke into his eyesI thought you died aloneA long long time ago Oh no, not meWe never lost controlYou're face to faceWith The Man Who Sold The World I laughed and shook his handAnd made my way back homeI searched for form and landFor years and years I roamedI gazed a gazeless stare At all the millions here (Alt: We walked a million years)
(Alt 2: With multimillionaires)I must have died aloneA long, long time ago (x2)Who knows? Not meWe never lost controlYou're face to faceWith the Man who Sold the World Originally by David Bowie
Pennyroyal Tea
I'm on my time with everyoneI have very bad posture Sit and drink Pennyroyal TeaDistill the life that's inside of meSit and drink Pennyroyal TeaI'm anemic royalty Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworldSo I can sigh eternallyI'm so tired I can't sleepI'm anemic royaltyI'm a liar and a thiefI'm anemic royalty I'm on warm milk and laxativesCherry-flavored antacids Sit and drink Pennyroyal TeaDistill the life that's inside of meI'm anemic royalty (x2)
Dumb
I'm not like themBut I can pretendThe sun is goneBut I have a lightThe day is doneBut I'm having funI think I'm dumbOr maybe just happy Think I'm just happy (x3) My heart is brokeBut I have some glueHelp me inhaleAnd mend it with youWe'll float aroundAnd hang out on cloudsThen we'll come downAnd have a hangover ... Have a hangover (x3) Skin the sunFall asleepWish awayThe soul is cheapLesson learnedWish me luckSoothe the burnWake me up I'm not like themBut I can pretendThe sun is goneBut I have a lightThe day is doneBut I'm having funI think I'm dumb Think I'm just happy (x4)I think I'm dumb (x12)
Polly
Polly wants a cracker I think I should get off her first I think she wants some water To put out the blow torch It isn't me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don't cut yourself I want some help To help myself I've got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don't cut yourself I want some help To help myself Polly wants a cracker Maybe she would like more food She asks me to untie her A chase would be nice for a few It isn't me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don't cut yourself I want some help To help myself I've got some rope You have been told I promise youI have been true Let me take a ride Don't cut yourself I want some help To help myself Polly said Polly says her back hurts She's just as bored as me She caught me off my guard It amazes me, the will of instinct It isn't me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don't cut yourself I want some help To help myself I've got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don't cut yourself I want some help To help myself
On A Plain
I'll start this off without any words I got so high that I scratched 'till I bled I love myself better than you I know it's wrong so what should I do? The finest day that I ever had Was when I learned to cry on command I love myself better than you I know it's wrong so what should I do? I'm on a plain I can't complain I'm on a plain My brother died every night It's safe to say, don't quote me on that I love myself better than you I know it's wrong so what should I do? The black sheep got blackmailed again Forgot to put on the zip code I love myself better than you I know it's wrong so what should I do? I'm on a plain I can't complain I'm on a plain Somewhere I have heard this before In a dream my memory has stored As a defense I'm neutered and spayed What the hell am I trying to say? It is now time to make it unclear To write off lines that don't make sense I love myself better than you I know it's wrong so what should I do? And one more special message to go And then I'm done, then I can go home I love myself better than you I know it's wrong so what should I do? (x3)I'm on a plain I can't complain
Something In The Way
Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I've trapped Have all become my pets And I'm living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling It's okay to eat fish 'Cause they don't have any feelings (x2)Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I've trapped Have all become my pets And I'm living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling It's okay to eat fish 'Cause they dont't have any feelings (x4) Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm
Plateau
Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateauSome belong to strangers and some to folks you knowHoly ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sandTo beautify the foothills and shake the many hands The nothing on the top but a bucket and a mopAnd an illustrated book about birdsYou see a lot up there but don't be scaredWho needs action when you got words When you've finished with the mop then you can stopAnd look at what you've doneThe plateau's clean, no dirt to be seenAnd the work it was fun The nothing on the top but a bucket and a mopAnd an illustrated book about birdsYou see a lot up there but don't be scaredWho needs action when you got words Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateauSome said it was in Greenland and some say MexicoOthers decided it was nowhere except for where they stoodBut those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could Originally by the Meat Puppets
Oh, Me
If I had to lose a mileIf I had to touch feelingsI would lose my soulThe way I do I don't have to thinkI only have to do itThe results are always perfectAnd that's old news Would you like to hear my voiceSprinkled with emotionInvented at your birth? I can't see the end of meMy whole expanse I cannot seeI formulate infinityStored deep inside me If I had to lose a mileIf I had to touch feelingsI would lose my soulThe way I do I don't have to thinkI only have to do itThe results are always perfectAnd that's old news Would you like to hear my voiceSprinkled with emotionInvented at your birth? I can't see the end of meMy whole expanse I cannot see (x2)I formulate infinityStored deep inside me Originally by the Meat Puppets
Lake Of Fire
Where do bad folks go when they die?They don't go to heaven where the angels flyThey go to the lake of fire and fryWon't see them again 'till the fourth of July I knew a lady who came from DuluthShe got bit by a dog with a rabid toothShe went to her grave just a little too soonAnd she flew away howling on the yellow moon