1.A Year Like This One
Lyrics：Alanis Morissette
Music：Alanis Morissette
After a year like this one
I'm surprised I do not hate your guts and
After a year like this one
I'm surprised I still love music just as much
After a year like this one
I'm surprised I do not 'eat my eye'？
After a year like this one
I'm sorry if I'm not cordial to every one
CHORUS：
La La La La La La La La De Di De Di La La La La Li
La La La La La La La La De Di De Di La La Li Li Li
La La La La La La La La De Di De Di La Di Da Di Di
La La la de di wo oh oh o...
After a year like this one
I'm surprised I am convinced at all and
After a year like this one
I do not roll my eyes at less than another
After a year like this one
I can't help but wonder how they've been and
After a year like this one
I think I'll leave it all to my next of kin...
CHORUS
After a year like this one
I'm surprised we're all not weeping drunks and
After a year like this one
I want you to choose the restaurant and then
After a year like this one
I'll need a good whole 16 months alone and
After a year like this one
I think I'll thank the west coast beaches I came home.
CHORUS
2.Death Of Cinderella
I'm wise and ambitious
And angry and free
And smart and available
And sexy...
I'm soft and appealing
And wearing pajamas
And twisted and willing
And crazy...
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella
Who can use her
And it's all you could do not to throw her on the floor.
And thought-provoking
And opinionated
Cultured and funny
And experienced...
Fearless and tender
And sweetly innocent
Uninhibited
Likes a good debate.
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella
Who can use her
And it's all you could do not to tie her to the bed.
I could fall in love a million times before I die
You could draw me a bubble bath
We could walk into the sunset...
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella
Who can use her
And it's all you could do not to keep her sober.
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
I'm gonna grow to be a maid and I'll never find a fella
Who can use me
And that's all you can do not to kick me in the ass.
3.Fake Plastic Trees
a green plastic watering can
for a fake chinese rubber plant
in fake plastic earth
that she bought from a rubber man
in a town full of rubber plants
to get rid of itself
it wears her out
it wears her out
it wears her out
it wears her out
she lives with a broken man
a cracked polysterene man
who just crumbles and burns
he used to do surgery
for girls in the eighties
but gravity always wins
and it wears him out
it wears him out
it wears hm out
it wears him out
it wears......
she looks like the real thing
she tastes like the real thing
my fake plastic love
and i can't help the feeling
i could blow through the ceiling
if i just turn and run....
and it wears me out
it wears me out
it wears me out
it wears me out
and if i could be who you wanted
if i could be who you wanted
all the time
all the time
all...
4.Fate Stay With Me
What did you think I'd be doing now
While you left me
I was thinking aloud
Would there be no end to my sorrow
Will I make it through tomorrow
Fate Stay With Me
Chorus：
Oh, Please
Fate Stay with me, and guide me along my way
There has been so many problems
So please stay, please, stay
Fate stay with me, will you help me on my way
Will you end my troubles
Will you please stay, please...
I wanted money and hope and
A dream to carry me forever
This is all the hope I got left
Help me to get it together, now
I can sing or act or dance but I still won't get far
Unless you help me please to be a big star
Repeat chorus
I don't want to be a queen, no,
Or a princess with all my jewels, oh
If you could guide me
And you could help me
but don't go too far, I just want to be a star
Repeat chorus
Yes guide me
Forver guide me
Will you stay with me and guide me along the way
If I succeed because of you, fate my friend
I'll be so happy
Repeat chorus
5.Find The Right Man
I have been so alone my whole entire life
I gotta get a break
I needed comfort although I'm home alone
I just got no way
I gotta get a guy
To take care of me
I gotta get the right man...
Gotta Find the right man
Oh, find the right man
I wonder how I'd feel if he was never around
If I was by myself
I'd be so frightened, I'd be a baby again
'Cause I'd have no one else
I'd have to wear a frown
While walking through the town
I'd be without a man
I'd have to find the right man
Oh, gotta find the right man
But even if I get my boy
How am I gonna know (he's the right man)
I gotta meet a guy, go out on a date
(spoken： That's for you, mom ＆ dad)
So I can find the right man
I've gotta find the right man
My own right-hand man
Help me find the right man...
6.Gorgeous
Testosterone in large amounts
Your little sister just kick out of
God you can't shave your head
Come to the show
The boys rock harder
Your mother lent you her slip
She lent you her bright red lipstick
And your shoes are hurting your back
But boy don't you look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
you look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
This is but an observation
You put a bullet in your foot
You make it hard for us bitches inconsequential in your back
bends
And your taste in men leaves something to de desired
You love them to be aloof and self obsessed
They love you in your mini dress
You are looking gorgeous
You're looking gorgeous
You're looking gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
When your voice is raised above a certain level
I'm afraid you must go to the ladies room
I left your competence in curlers
You look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
You're looking gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
7.I Don't Know
Monday morning is not Monday morning 'till Taylor has his coffee
Friday night is not Friday night 'till Jessie leaves the room
sweating
Tuesday morning is not Tuesday morning 'till Nick has his talk
with his son
Thursday night is not Thursday night 'till Chris has sex with
his bass
CHORUS
Come on to the Weekend
'cause the Weekend I'll get high
Hold off 'till the Weekend
'cause there's too much time to think
and they're really nice guys
Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you cry all night
Wednesday early we fall into work all caught up in the day by
day
Thursday morning is not Thursday morning 'till someone says
how's your life
How's your life？
Ye how's your life
How's your life？
CHORUS Come on to the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause there's too much time to think and not much time to cry
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend we'll be high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause there'll be no time but we'll get by
What if there were no more mama's boys
What if no one shares their humble appearance
What there were no consequences
What if there were no more arguments
Well that'd be a shame
Wouldn't that be impossible
and you would be board
'cause you wouldn't want it a little to late...
CHORUS
Hold on 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the man upstairs has the really nice guys
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause we may look strange but we surely will get by
What if there were no more mama's boys
What if we all had no thinking together
Would that be a shame...
Wouldn't that'd be impossible
and you would be bored
'cause you wouldn't want to lead it away
8.London
What it feels to fall in to the pool
the hard shell bugs bite my forearm
my right index fingernail chewed to the quick
my cervix is a long (？)
my sprinklers go off at 6pm each day
and sometimes they spray unsuspecting visitors
my pimples are goosebumps(hairs？) all over my legs
my brow is furrowed and my vision is blurred
and how I do love London
and how I do love London
the birds make guttural sounds and protect me
my friends come to visit and love me a lot
I don't have the energy to fill this
I am like flight attendants on a 12 hour flight
and how I do love London
and how I do love London
I am intriguied by the boy with songs
sometimes they write sometimes they write a lot
the steam will smell of puke and left us in the shower
the hug will feel forced upon you inconsolable thing
and how I do love London
and how I do love London
deep breaths will not make my brain stand still
to be loved and swallowed are single and depraved
I love speaking french to the taxi drivers
we slept and were cold on the train out of france
and how I do love London
and how I do love London
9.King Of Intimidation
(Spoken words taken from an old recording：'The women of the
family seem to feel that they owe it to the men of the family to
look relaxed, rested, and attractive at dinnertime.')
For you they live in a quiet monastery
For you they wear whatever you want them to as long as it is
short
They count to ten when you tell them how to drive
And when they're afraid they let you speak for them
All hail the king of intimidation
Obeyer of Christian behavior
For you we'll wax; we skin, chicken our legs
For you we chew our nails if we had any but fake ones to do it
We contradict him temporarily
And it was somethin' about how you talk down to me
All hail the king of intimidation
Obeyer of Christian behavior
The role of compromises for the family you now want some
There's only so much we can do to make you rest assured
I am single
I am weary
You're just jealous
You're just confused
You're just hungry
You're in sin now
You're not happy
You like kidding
All hail the king of intimidation
Obeyer of Christian behavior
He knows not of what he has wrongly done
So forgive his ignorant behavior
You are tortured
You are captured
You are busted
We were silent
You were tested
You did better
You are lonely
Was it worth it？
La,la,la,la
10.No Pressure Over Cappuccino
And you're like a 90's Jesus
And you revel in your psychosis
How dare you？
You sample concepts like hors d'oeurves
And you eat their questions for dessert
And is it just me or is it hot in here？
And you're like a 90's Kennedy
And you're only a million years old
They can't fool you
They'll throw opinions like rocks in riots
And they'll stumble around like hypocrites
And is it just me or is it dark in here？
You may never be or have a husband
You may never have or hold a child
You will learn to loose everything
We are temporary arrangements
And you're like a 90's Noah
And they laughed at you when you packed all of your things
And they wonder why you're frustrated
And they wonder why you're so angry
Is it just me or are you fed up
And god bless you in you're travels
in your conquests and queries...
11.Norwegian Wood
I once had a girl, or should i say, she once had me
She showed me her room, is not it good, norwegian wood
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere
So i looked around and i noticed there wasn't a chair
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine
We talked until two and then she said, 'it's time for bed'
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh
I told her i didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when i awoke i was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, is not it good, norwegian wood
12.Princes Familiar
please be philosophical
please be tapped into your femininity
please be able to take the wheel from me
please be crazy and curious
papa love your princess so that she will find loving princes
familiar
papa cry for your princess so that she will find gentle princes
familiar
please be a sexaholic
please be unpredictably miserable
please be self absorbed much (not the good kind)
please be addicted to some substance
papa listen to your princess so that she will find attentive
princes familiar
papa hear your princess so that she will find curious princes
familiar
please be the jerk of my knee i've fit you always
you finish my sentences I think I love you
what is your name again no matter i'm guessing your thoughts
again correctly
and I love the way
you press my buttons so much sometimes I could strangle you
papa laugh with your princess so that she will find funny
princes familiar
papa respect your princess so that she will find respectful
princes familiar
please be strangely enigmatic
please be just like my
13.She Gave Me A Wink(Pray For Peace)
I pray for peace
They require me to kick into high gear
We may as well have our Phd's
Might we compose was never taken into account
I pray they let out or talk it out
She would give me a wink across the room
I would have made a really good lawyer
I had a really good strategy for putting things back on the wall
of the hoser
Thank God it was the God dammed wall
I would have to hide all my valuables
Who would calm my mother down？
Who would calm ＊me＊ down once I talked her through it？
My mother and I were the official peace makers
It was a full time job
I would send my mother directly to bed do not collect 200
We'd talk about it till 5am when I'd come visiting her 5 years
later
We would pray for peace
It was most comfortable and familiar
14.Still
I am the harm which you inflict
I am your brilliance and frustration
I'm the nuclear bombs if they're to hit
I'm your immaturaty and your indignance
I am your misfits and your praised
I am your doubt and your conviction
I am your charity and your rape
I am your grasping and expectation
I see you averting your glances
I see you cheering on the war
I see you ignoring your children
And I love you still
And I love you still
I am your joy and your regret
I am your fury and your elation
I am your yearning and your sweat
I am your faithless and your religion
I see you altering history
I see you abusing the land
I see you and your selective amnesia
And I love you still
And I love you still
I am your tragedy and your fortune
I am your crisis and delight
I am your profits and your prophets
I am your art, I am your bytes
I am your death and your decisions
I am your passion and your plights
I am your sickness and convalescence
I am your weapons and your light
I see you holding your grudges
I see you gunning them down
I see you silencing your sisters
And I love you still
And I love you (still)
I see you lie to your country
I see you forcing them out
I see you blaming each other
And I love you still
And I love you still
15.These Are The Thoughts
These are the thoughts that go through my head
in my backyard on a sunday afternoon
when I have the house to myself and I am not
expending all that energy on fighting
with my
boy
friend
Is he the one that I will marry
and why is it so hard to be objective about
myself why do I feel cellularly alone
am I supposed to live in this crazy city
can blindly continued fear-induced regurtitated life-denying
tradition
be overcome
Where does the money go that I send
to those in need, if we have so much why do some people have
nothing
still why do I feel frantic when I first wake up in the morning
why do you say you are spiritual, yet you treat people like shit
How can you say you're close to God, and yet you talk behind
my back as though I'm not a part of you, why do I say 'I'm fine'
when it's obvious I'm not, why's it so hard to tell you what I
want
why can't you just read my mind？
Why do I fear that the quieter I am
the less you will listen
why do I care whether you like me or not
why's it so hard for me to be angry
why is it such work to stay conscious and so easy to get stuck
and not the other way around
Will I ever move back to Canada
Can I be with a lover with whom I am a student
and a master, oh why am I encouraged to shut my mouth
when it gets too close to home, why cannot I
live in the moment
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