From: brian@meaddata.com (Brian Curran)
Subject: Re: Pearl Jam's 'Even Flow'
Organization: Mead Data Central, Dayton OH
Date: Wed, 2 Sep 1992 19:20:03 GMT

In article <1992Sep2.113511.2142@merrimack.edu>, brownd@merrimack.edu writes:
|> This is probably the 348th time this question has been asked, but I haven't
|> seen the answer posted, so here goes:
|> 
|> could someone either email me or post the lyrics to "even flow"?
|> It probably would be better if it was posted, so this question won't
|> be asked a 349th time!

And, so we don't have requests for the lyrics to the other ten songs
on the album, here are the lyrics to the entire record.  Feel free to
post additions or corrections (just be nice about it, okay?)!

Pearl Jam -- TEN  (named after the uniform number of  
================     PJ's favorite baseketball player, 
                     Mookie Blaylock)

--once--

i admit it...what's to say
i'll relive it...without pain
backstreet lover on the side 
of the road
i got a bomb in my temple
that is gonna explode
i got a .16 gauge buried      
under my clothes...i play.

once upon a time i could control myself
once upon a time i could lose myself

oh try and mimic..what's insane
i am in it...where do i stand?
indian summer and i hate the heat
i got a backstreet lover on the passenger seat
i got my hand in my pocket
so determined
discreet...i pray.

(you think i got my eyes closed
 i'm lookin' at you the whole fuckin' time)

once upon a time i could control myself
once upon a time i could lose myself
once upon a time i could love myself
once upon a time i could love you

once
once
once



--even flow--

freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete (again)
feelin' maybe he'll see a little better set of days
??? faces that he sees stop getting that familiar (?)
??? he can't help when he's happy looks insane.

evenflow
thoughts arrive
like butterflies
he don't know
so he chases them away
someday yet he'll
begin his life again
life again, life again

Kneelin', looking through the paper
  though he doesn't know to read,
Prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything,
Feelin', understands the weather
  oh, the winter's on its way,
Ceilings few and far between all the
  legal halls of shame

evenflow
thoughts arrive
like butterflies
he don't know
so he chases them away
someday yet he'll
begin his life again
whisperin' hands
gently lead him away

--alive-- 

son, she said
have i got a little story for you
what you thought was your daddy
was nothin' but a....

while you were sittin'
home alone @ age thirteen
your real daddy was dyin'
sorry you didn't see him

but i'm glad we talked...

i...i...i'm still alive  (3x)

oh she walks slowly
across a young man's room
she said i'm ready...for you
i can't remember anything
to this very day
'cept the look...the look...
now i can't see,...i just stare...

i...i...i'm still alive (4x)

is something wrong
she said
of course there is
you're still alive
she said
do i deserve to be
is that the question
and if so,...if so...
who answers?
who answers?

i...i...i'm still alive
i...i...i'm still alive
i...i...i'm still alive
i...i'm still alive
yeah yeah yeah yeah

(- Edward Louis Seversen III)


--why go--    (4 Heather)

she scratches a letter
into a wall made of stone
maybe someday
another child
won't feel as alone as she does

it's been two years
and counting
since they put her in this place
she's been diagnosed
by some stupid fuck
and mommy agrees
why go home?
why go home?
why go home...

she seems to be stronger
but what they want her to be is weak
she could play pretend
she could join the game
she could be another clone

why go home?

what you taught me
put me here
don't come visit
mother dear 



--black--

sheets of empty canvas
untouched heaps of clay
were laid spread out before me
as her body once did
all five horizons 
revolved around her soul 
(as the earth to the sun)
now the air i tasted and breathed
has taken a turn
ooh and all i taught her was...everything
ooh i know she gave me all that she wore
and now my bitter hands
chafe beneath the clouds
of what was everything
all the pictures said
all been washed in black
tattooed everything

i take a walk outside
i'm surrounded by some kids at play
i can feel their laughter
so why do i see her?
and twisted thoughts that spin
round my head
i'm spinning ... oh i'm spinning
how quick the sun 
can drop away
now my bitter hands
grate on broken glass
of what was everything
all the pictures said
all been washed in black
tattooed everything
all the love gone bad
turned my world to black 
tatooed all i see
all that i am
all that i'll be
yeah

i know someday you'll have a beautiful life
i know you'll be a star 
in somebody else's sky
but why
why
why can't it be 
can't it be mine?



--jeremy--

at home
drawing pictures
of mountain tops 
with him on top
lemon yellow sun
arms raised in a V
and the dead lay in pools of maroon below

daddy didn't give attention
to the fact that mommy didn't care
king jeremy the wicked
ruled his world

jeremy spoke in class today
jeremy spoke in class today

clearly i remember
pickin' on the boy
seemed a harmless little fuck
but we unleashed a lion
gnashed his teeth
and bit the recess lady's breast

how could i forget
he hit me with a surprise left
my jaw left hurtin'
dropped wide open
just like the day
like the day i heard
      
daddy didn't give affection
and the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear
king jeremy the wicked 
ruled his world

jeremy spoke in class today
jeremy spoke in class today

try to forget this...
try to erase this...
from the blackboard.



--oceans--

hold on to the thread
the currents will shift
glide me towards you
know something's left
and we're all allowed to dream
of the next time we touch..........

you don't have to stray
though oceans away
waves roll in my thoughts
hold tight the ring...
the sea will rise...
please stand by the shore...
i will be...
i will be there once more.........



--porch--

what the fuck is this world
running to?

you didn't leave a message
at least i could have     
learned your voice one last time.

daily minefield
this could be my time
how 'bout you?
would you hit me?
would you hit me?

all the bills go by
and initiatives are taken up
by the middle
there ain't gonna be any middle any more

and the cross i'm bearing home
ain't indicative of my place
left the porch
left the porch

hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
walk beside me
i just need to say...

hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
what can i take? (?)
i just want to be
i know that i would not ever touch you
hold you
feel you
ever hold 
never again



--garden--

the direction of the eye
so misleading
the defection of the soul
nauseously quick

i don't question
our existence
i just question
our modern needs

i will walk...with my hands bound
i will walk...with my face blood
i will walk...with my shadow flag
into your garden
garden of stone

after all is done
we're still alone
i won't be taken
yet i'll go...

...with my hands bound
i will walk...with my face blood
i will walk...with my shadow flag
into your garden
garden of stone

i don't show...
i don't share...
i don't need
what you have to give...

i don't know...
i don't care...
i don't feel the need to live



--deep--

on the edge
a windowsill
ponders his maker
ponders his will
to the street below
he just ain't nothin'
but he's got a great view...
and he sinks the needle deep in

can't touch the bottom
 in too deep
can't touch the bottom

on the edge 
of a know-nothin' town
feelin' quite superior
the aged come
to the sky above
he just ain't nothin'
but he's got a great view...
and he sinks his burning match deep in

can't touch the bottom
 in too deep
can't touch the bottom
 in too deep

on the edge of a 
christmas clean love
young virgin from heaven
visiting...
to the man above her
she just ain't nothin'...
she doesn't like the view
doesn't like the view   
doesn't like the view...
but he sinks himself deep.

can't touch the bottom
 in too deep
can't touch the bottom 

can't touch the bottom
 in too deep
can't touch the bottom

can't touch the bottom 
 in too deep
can't touch the bottom
can't touch the bottom
deep...



--release--

i see the world
feel the truth
which way to go
windowsill
i see the words  
on a rocking horse of time
i see the birds in the rain

oh dear diane (dad?)
can you see me now
i am myself
like you somehow
i'll ride the wave
where it takes me
i'll hold the pain
release me

oh dear diane (dad?)
can you see me now
i am myself
like you somehow
i'll wait up in the dark
for you to speak to me
i'll open up
release me
release me
release me
release me


--slaves/masters(?)--



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