The Good Life - Album Of The Year (Acoustic) Lyrics:
The first time that I met her I was throwing up in the ladies room stall. She asked me if I needed anything; I said, “I think I spilled my drinkâ€. And that`s how it started (or so I`d like to believe)…
She took me to her mother`s house outside of town where the stars hang down. She said she`d never seen someone so lost, I said I`d never felt so found – and then I kissed her on the cheek… and so she kissed me on the mouth.
Spring was poppin` daises up `round rusted trucks and busted lawn chairs. We moved into a studio in Council Bluffs to save a couple bucks. Where the mice came out at night, neighbors were screaming all the time. We`d make love in the afternoons to Chelsea Girls and Bachelor No. 2, I`d play for her some songs I wrote, she`d joke and say I`m shooting through the roof, I`d say, “They`re all for you, dear, I`ll write the album of the year.â€
And I know she loved me then, I swear to God she did. It`s way she`d bite my lower lip and push her hips against my hips and dig her nails so deep into my skin.
The first time that I met her I was convinced I had finally found the one. She was convinced I was under the influence of all those drunken romantics – I was reading Fante at the the time – I had bukowski on the mind. She got a job at Jacob`s serving c**ktails to the local drunks. Against her will. I fit the the bill: I perched down at the end of the bar, She Said, “Space is not just a place for stars – I gave you an inch, you want a house with a yard.†And I know she loved me once, but those days are gone. She used to call me everyday from a pay phone on her break for lunch – just to say she can`t wait to come home.
The last time that I saw her she was picking through which records were hers. Her clothes were packed in boxes, with some pots and pans and books and a toaster. Just then a mouse scurried across the floor….we started laughing `til it didn`t hurt.
She took me to her mother`s house outside of town where the stars hang down. She said she`d never seen someone so lost, I said I`d never felt so found – and then I kissed her on the cheek… and so she kissed me on the mouth.
Spring was poppin` daises up `round rusted trucks and busted lawn chairs. We moved into a studio in Council Bluffs to save a couple bucks. Where the mice came out at night, neighbors were screaming all the time. We`d make love in the afternoons to Chelsea Girls and Bachelor No. 2, I`d play for her some songs I wrote, she`d joke and say I`m shooting through the roof, I`d say, “They`re all for you, dear, I`ll write the album of the year.â€
And I know she loved me then, I swear to God she did. It`s way she`d bite my lower lip and push her hips against my hips and dig her nails so deep into my skin.
The first time that I met her I was convinced I had finally found the one. She was convinced I was under the influence of all those drunken romantics – I was reading Fante at the the time – I had bukowski on the mind. She got a job at Jacob`s serving c**ktails to the local drunks. Against her will. I fit the the bill: I perched down at the end of the bar, She Said, “Space is not just a place for stars – I gave you an inch, you want a house with a yard.†And I know she loved me once, but those days are gone. She used to call me everyday from a pay phone on her break for lunch – just to say she can`t wait to come home.
The last time that I saw her she was picking through which records were hers. Her clothes were packed in boxes, with some pots and pans and books and a toaster. Just then a mouse scurried across the floor….we started laughing `til it didn`t hurt.