Pearl Jam - Vitalogy Album Lyrics


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Vitalogy Lyrics
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Last Exit

lives opened and trashed..."look ma, watch me crash"...
no time to question...why'd nothing last...
grasp and hold on...we're dyin' fast...
soon be over...and i will relent...
let the ocean swell, dissolve 'way my past
three days, and maybe longer
won't even know i've left
under your tongue...i'm like a tab...
i will give you what...you're not sposed to have...
under my breath...i swear by sin...
for better or for worse...a best we began...
let the sun climb, oh, burn 'way my mask
three days, and maybe longer
shed my skin at last...shed...shed...
let the sun shine, burn 'way my mask
three days, and maybe longer
won't ever find me here
let the ocean dissolve 'way my past
four days, and not much longer...
let my spirit pass...
this is, this is...
this is, this is...
this is, this is...
my...last exit

Writer: Mike Mccready, Stone Gossard, Jeff Ament, David Abbruzzese, Eddie Vedder
Copyright: Lyrics © Pickled Fish Music, Jumpin Cat Music, Write Treatage Music, Innocent Bystander, Scribing C-ment Songs

 

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Spin The Black Circle

see this needle...a see my hand...
drop, drop, dropping it down...oh, so gently...
well here it comes...i touch the plane...
turn me up...won't turn you away...
spin, spin...spin the black circle
spin, spin...spin the black, spin the black...
spin, spin...spin the black circle
spin, spin...whoa...
pull it out...a paper sleeve...
oh, my joy...only you deserve conceit...
i'm so big...a-my whole world...
i'd rather you...rather you...than her...
spin, spin...spin the black circle
spin, spin...spin the black, spin the black...
spin, spin...spin the black circle
spin, spin...whoa...oh...
you're so warm...oh, the ritual...when i lay down your crooked arm...
spin, spin...spin the black circle
spin, spin...spin the black, spin the black...
spin, spin...spin the black circle
spin, spin...
spin the black circle
spin the black circle...
spin, spin...
spin, spin...

Writer: Mike Mccready, Stone Gossard, Jeff Ament, David Abbruzzese, Eddie Vedder
Copyright: Lyrics © Pickled Fish Music, Jumpin Cat Music, Write Treatage Music, Innocent Bystander, Scribing C-ment Songs

 

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Not For You

restless soul, enjoy your youth
like muhammad hits the truth
can't escape from the common rule
if you hate something, don't you do it too...too...
small my table, a sits just two
got so crowded, i can't make room
oh, where did they come from? stormed my room!
and you dare say it belongs to you...to you...
this is not for you
this is not for you
this is not for you
oh, not for you...ah, you...
...scream...my friends...don't call me...
...friends, no they don't scream...
...my friends don't call...my friends don't...
all that's sacred comes from youth
dedication, naive and true
with no power, nothing to do
i still remember, why don't you...don't you...
this is not for you
this is not for you
this is not for you
oh, never was for you...f*ck you...
this is not for you...
oh, this is not for you...yeah, you...
this is not for you...
oh, not for you...
oh, you...

Writer: Mike Mccready, Stone Gossard, Jeff Ament, David Abbruzzese, Eddie Vedder
Copyright: Lyrics © Pickled Fish Music, Jumpin Cat Music, Write Treatage Music, Innocent Bystander, Scribing C-ment Songs

 

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Tremor Christ

winded is the sailor...drifting by the storm...
wounded is the organ he left all...bloodied on the shore...
gorgeous was his savior, sees her...drowning in his wake...
daily taste the salt of her tears, but...a chance blamed fate...
little secrets, tremors...turned to quake...
the smallest oceans still get...big, big waves...
ransom paid the devil...he whispers pleasing words...
triumphant are the angels if they can...a get there first...
little secrets tremors...turned to quake...
the smallest oceans still get...big, big waves...
i'll decide...take the dive...
take my time...not my life...
wait for signs...believe in lies...
to get by...it's divine...whoa...
oh, you know what it's like...
turns the bow back, tows and...drops the line...
puts his faith in love and tremor christ...

Writer: Mike Mccready, Stone Gossard, Jeff Ament, David Abbruzzese, Eddie Vedder
Copyright: Lyrics © Pickled Fish Music, Jumpin Cat Music, Write Treatage Music, Innocent Bystander, Scribing C-ment Songs

 

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Nothingman

once divided...nothing left to subtract...
some words when spoken...can't be taken back...
walks on his own...with thoughts he can't help thinking...
future's above...but in the past he's slow and sinking...
caught a bolt 'a lightnin'...cursed the day he let it go...
nothingman...
nothingman...
isn't it something?
nothingman...
she once believed...in every story he had to tell...
one day she stiffened...took the other side...
empty stares...from each corner of a shared prison cell...
one just escapes...one's left inside the well...
and he who forgets...will be destined to remember...
nothingman...
nothingman...
isn't it something?
nothingman...
oh, she don't want him...
oh, she won't feed him...after he's flown away...
oh, into the sun...ah, into the sun...
burn...burn...
nothingman...
nothingman...
isn't it something?
nothingman...
nothingman...
coulda' been something...
nothingman...
oh...ohh...ohh...

Writer: Jeff Ament, Eddie Vedder
Copyright: Lyrics © Innocent Bystander, Scribing C-ment Songs

 

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Whipping

don't need a helmet, got a hard, hard head
don't need a raincoat, i'm already wet
don't need a bandage, there's too much...blood...
after a while, seems to roll right off...hmm...
whipping, ah...they're whipping, ah...
...they're whipping, ah...they're whipping...
don't need a hand, there's always arms attached
oh, don't get behind, i can't fall back
why must we trust all these rusted rails?
they don't want no change we already have
they're whipping, ah...they're whipping, ah...
...they're whipping, ah...they're whipping...
don't mean to push, but i'm being shoved!
ohh, i'm just like you, think we've had enough
i can't believe a thing they want us to...oh...
oh, we all got scars, they should have 'em too...
oh, they're whipping, ah...they're whipping, ah...
...they're whipping, ah...they're whipping...
they're whipping, ah...they're whipping, ah...
...they're whipping...yeah...they're whipping...

Writer: Dave Abbruzzese, Mike Mccready, Stone Gossard, Jeff Ament, David Abbruzzese, Eddie Vedder
Copyright: Lyrics © Pickled Fish Music, Jumpin Cat Music, Write Treatage Music, Innocent Bystander, Scribing C-ment Songs

 

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Pry, To

p-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me
p-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me
p-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me
p-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me
p-r-i-v-a-c-y
p-r-i-v-a-c-y
p-r-i-v-a-c-y
p-r-i-v-a-c-y

 

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Corduroy

The waiting drove me mad... you're finally here and I'm a mess
I take your entrance back... can't let you roam inside my head
I don't want to take what you can give...
I would rather starve than eat your bread...
I would rather run but I can't walk...
Guess I'll lie alone just like before...
I'll take the vermin's path... oh, and I must refuse your test
A-push me and I will resist... this behavior's not unique
I don't want to hear from those who know...
They can buy, but can't put on my clothes...
I don't want to limp for them to walk...
Never would have known of me before...
I don't want to be held in your debt...
I'll pay it off in blood, let I be wed...
I'm already cut up and half dead...
I'll end up alone like I began...
Everything has chains... absolutely nothing's changed
"Take my hand, not my picture," spilled my tincture
I don't want to take what you can give...
I would rather starve than eat your bread...
All the things that others want for me...
Can't buy what I want because it's free...
Can't buy what I want because it's free...
Can't be what you want because I'm...
Why ain't it supposed to be just fun
Oh, to live and die, let it be done
I figure I'll be damned, all alone like I began...
It's your move now...
I thought you were a friend, but I guess I, I guess I hate you..

Writer: Mike Mccready, Stone Gossard, Jeff Ament, David Abbruzzese, Eddie Vedder
Copyright: Lyrics © Pickled Fish Music, Jumpin Cat Music, Write Treatage Music, Innocent Bystander, Scribing C-ment Songs

 

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Bugs

all these...
i got bugs
i got bugs in my room
bugs in my bed
bugs in my ears
their eggs in my head
bugs in my pockets
bugs in my shoes
bugs in the way i feel about you
bugs on my window
trying to get in
they don't go nowhere
waiting, waiting...
bugs on my ceiling
crowded the floor
standing, sitting, kneeling...
a few block the door
and now the question's:
do i kill them?
become their friend?
do i eat them?
raw or well done?
do i trick them?
i don't think they're that dumb
do i join them?
looks like that's the one
i got bugs on my skin
tickle my nausea
i let it happen again
they're always takin' over
i see they surround me, i see...
see them deciding my fate
oh, that which was once...was once up to me...
now it's too late
i got bugs in my room...one on one
that's when i had a chance
i'll just stop now
i'll become naked
and with the...i'll become one

Writer: Mike Mccready, Stone Gossard, Jeff Ament, David Abbruzzese, Eddie Vedder
Copyright: Lyrics © Pickled Fish Music, Jumpin Cat Music, Write Treatage Music, Innocent Bystander, Scribing C-ment Songs

 

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Satan's Bed

it's not all been said...been said and done...
i've never slept in satan's bed
although i must admit...still visits my place
uninvited, as you know, he don't wait
funny how he always seems to fit in
funny how i always want to give in
sundays, fridays, tuesdays, thursday, the same
sometimes the special guest, he don't like to leave
already...in love...
already...in love...
already...in love...
already...
who made, who made up, made up the myth
that we were born to be covered in bliss?
who set the standard, born to be rich?
such fine examples, skinny little bitch
model, role model, roll some models in blood
get some flesh to stick, so they look like us
i shit and i stink, i'm real, join the club
i'd stop and talk, but i'm already in love
already...in love...
already...in love...
already...in love...
already...
in love...ah ha ha ha...
ah torture...follows reward...
follows torture...follows reward...
oh, oh my butt...
never shook satan's hand, look see for yourself
you'd know it if i had, that shit don't come off
i'll rise and fall, let me take credit for both
jump off a cliff, don't need your help so back off
i'll never suck satan's dick...
again, you'd see it, you know, right round the lips
i'll wait for an angel, but i won't hold my breath
'magine they're busy, think i'm doing okay...
already...in love...
already...in love...
already...in love...
already...

 

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Better Man

Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech
As he opens the door, she rolls over...
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over

She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man
Can't find a better man
Ohh...

Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know...
She tells herself, oh...
Memories back when she was bold and strong
And waiting for the world to come along...
Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone

She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man
Can't find a better man
Yeah...

She loved him, yeah... she don't want to leave this way
She feeds him, yeah... that's why she'll be back again

Can't find a better man
Can't find a better man
Can't find a better man
Can't find a better... man...

Writer: Kevin, Eddie Vedder
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Keb' Mo' Music, Innocent Bystander

 

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Aye Davanita

awooh...aye davanita...awooh...awooha...
jahooh...jahooh...
awooh...aye davanita...awooh...awooha...

Writer: Mike Mccready, Stone Gossard, Jeff Ament, David Abbruzzese, Eddie Vedder
Copyright: Lyrics © Pickled Fish Music, Jumpin Cat Music, Write Treatage Music, Innocent Bystander, Scribing C-ment Songs

 

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Immortality

vacate is the word...vengeance has no place on me or her
cannot find the comfort in this world
artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers
vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...
a truant finds home...and a wish to hold on...
but there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality...
as privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show
swept out through the cracks beneath the door
holier than thou, how?
surrendered...executed anyhow
scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...
a truant finds home...and a wish to hold on too...
he saw the trapdoor in the sun...
immortality...
i cannot stop the thought...i'm running in the dark...
coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide...
oh, stripped and sold, mom...auctioned forearm...
and whiskers in the sink...
truants move on...cannot stay long
some die just to live...
ohh...

Writer: Mike Mccready, Stone Gossard, Jeff Ament, David Abbruzzese, Eddie Vedder
Copyright: Lyrics © Pickled Fish Music, Jumpin Cat Music, Write Treatage Music, Innocent Bystander, Scribing C-ment Songs

 

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Hey Foxymophandlemama, That's Me

don't you want people to love you?
my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...
spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...
that's the only thing i want so much...
don't you want people to love you?
my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...
that's the only thing i want so much...
why is that better than being hugged?
why is that better than being hugged?
because you get closer to the person...
closer to the person...
why is that better than being hugged?
because you get closer to the person...
closer to the person...
just like a person having sex feels cared for...
we wanna be loved, so we have sex together...
and they feel loved about that...
and this is the way it makes me feel...loved...
i want it, i dream about it, i think about it, i want it...
just like a girl wants sex with a boy, you know?
it's the way i'll always be probably...
my last one was born in the system...
see, they're stupid, very stupid, those people over there...
they're stupid...
these people are so below mentality, honest to god, really...
you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
this mentality, honest to god, really...
you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
honest to god, really...
you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
bug me...bug me...he got the nerve to bug me...
everything seems so eight ball...
everything seems so eight ball...
and i, i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
and i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
think they got me...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...hmm...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
...know if that's my imagination, but, umm...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...
she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
it's a lovely stupid mop, it is...
there's something really screwey about no streaking...
is it any old dumb mop? it streaks...
come on mop, no streaking mop...
i don't mind mop the floor, my mop streaks, i don't like it...
it's not me, it's the mop...
come, i bought some new mops...
go away you stupid, dumb old sponge mop...
i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
i don't believe it...old sponge mop...
dumb old sponge mop...
dumb old sponge mop...
old sponge mop...
dumb old sponge mop...
you're right, this mop's stupid...
dumb old sponge mop...
i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
that's why they call me mophandlemama...
now the floor looks beautiful...
that's why they call me mophandlemama...
that's why they call me mophandlemama...
that's why they call me mophandlemama...
in two weeks, before she could see herself not dressed...
the twenty-third of may...you know she disturbed no one today...
the manager told her to completely forget...
if you ever go to bed, i'll kill you...
do i tell the whole world that i'm mentally ill?
go to the papers...yeah, why not?
drum roll...
i want to show them that i can walk on my own without hands of theirs...
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
very much so...
think i deserve to be loved...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
...to be loved, don't you?
but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
very much so...
do you ever think that you would actually, really kill yourself?
well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
yes, i believe i would...
i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
yes, i believe i would...
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
...that i can walk without hands of theirs...
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
...that i can walk without hands of theirs...
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?
very much so...
do you ever think that you actually would kill yourself?
well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
yes, i believe i would...
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