Nothing as it seems

Jag klurar på så mycket annat just nu så jag glömmer nästan bort att vi snart ska på konsert...!!! Därför kommer förra veckans låt nu istället för i fredags :-)
 
"It's a song about judgment and not always understanding what is going on with another person." - Jeff Ament

Text: Jeff Ament
Musik: Jeff Ament

don't feel like home, he's a little out...
and all these words elope, it's nothing like your poem
putting in, inputting in, don't feel like methadone
a scratching voice all alone, there's nothing like your baritone
it's nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it's home
the little that he sees, is nothing he concedes, it's home
one uninvited chromosome, a blanket like the ozone
it's nothing as it seems, all that he needs, it's home
the little that he frees, is nothing he believes
saving up a sunny day, something maybe two tone
anything of his own, a chip off the cornerstone
who's kidding, rainy day
a one way ticket headstone
occupations overthrown, a whisper through a megaphone
it's nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it's home
the little that he sees, is nothing he concedes, it's home
and all that he frees, a little bittersweet, it's home
it's nothing as it seems, the little that you see, it's home...

Soon forget

Näst sista låten på sjätte studioalbumet Binaural. Eddie och en ukulele - what more can you ask for? :-)
Spelad live av Pearl Jam endast 55 gånger sedan år 2000.

Text: Eddie Vedder
Musik: Eddie Vedder

sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a corvette
thinks he'll get the girl, he'll only get the mechanic
what's missing? he's living a day he'll soon forget
that's one more time around, the sun is going down
the moon is out, but he's drunk and shouting, putting people down
he's pissing, he's living a day he'll soon forget
counts his money every morning
the only thing that keeps him horny
locked in a giant house, that's alarming
the townsfolk, they all laugh
sorry is the fool who trades his love for high-rise rent
seems the more you make, equals the loneliness you get
and it's fitting, he's barely living, a day he'll soon forget
that's one more time around, there is not a sound
he's lying dead clutching benjamins, never put the money down
he's stiffening, we're all whistling
a man we'll soon forget