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Dream All Day: The Best Of The Posies

Dream All Day: The Best Of The Posies Released 21 March 2000
Label DGC
Producer Mike Ragogna
Production coordinator Beth Stempel
Project assistance Jay Gilbert
Editiorial assistance Barry Korkin
A&R assistance Tony Oppenheimer, Sar Nunziato, Ken Patrick, Tony Sachs
Mastering Elliott Federman at SAJE Sound Studios – New York, NY

Art direction Vartan
Design T42 Design
Cover/back photography & backgrounds Greg Stahl
Band photographs Lance Mercer; Bootsy Holler

01. My Big Mouth
02. Golden Blunders
03. Any Other Way
04. Suddenly Mary
05. Spite And Malice
06. I Am The Cosmos
07. King Midas In Reverse
08. Dream All Day
09. Solar Sister
10. Flavor Of The Month
11. Definite Door
12. Coming Right Along
13. Going, Going, Gone
13. Ontario
15. Throwaway
16. Please Return It
17. Sad To Be Aware
18. Everybody Is A Fucking Liar
19. Flood Of Sunshine

Going, Going, Gone

When the words that you call your own
Have a very very foreign tone
And you feel like you’re alone
And the message that you didn’t mean
Stops a dirty mouth from coming clean
And the right to be obscene

Well I don’t think I’m getting nowhere
Someone somewhere undestands
Nearly missing all my marbles
This is not a perfect plan

And it won’t be very long
Til I’m going going gone
And is there really something wrong with me?

And if you hide in the meadow maze
You’ll look back on apathetic days
And you’ll feel like mayonaise
Amd the faces that you call your friends
Are expecting you to make amends
Well I guess it all depends

And it won’t be very long
Til I’m going going gone
Yeah it won’t be very long
Til I’m going going gone
And is there really something wrong with me now?

Where is all the healthful breathing
I’m not leaving until I know
Waiting for the resolution
I can’t seem to let it go
And it won’t be very long
She is ? on dry September
Mr. Member crying ?
I don’t meant to change the subject
I just want to shut it out, shut it out, shut it out

And it won’t be very long
Til I’m going going gone
Yeah it won’t be very long
Til I’m going going gone
And is there really something wrong with me now?

 

Spite And Malice

I’ve had a few good senses of humor
But I’m afraid that’s no longer enough
Looks like bad posture and good intentions
Led us nowhere

Tasting salt too many times gave us thrist
I put too much into the other way
I didn’t do what was expted
Nor I see the ?
Me

But it’s a simple game of spite and malice
And the home is on your plate
It’s a simple ?
To see which one is the first to break
Which ?

My imgination knew no boundaries
My courage didn’t know where to begin
So while you’re ?
All the time I was rehearsing my escape

If we’re so appalled by this
Then why are we making apologies?
If we’re in tune with harmony from melody
Then why are we still saying don’t invite me?

The smartest people are victims
And everyone’s entangled to their own opinions
I’ve had a few good senses of humor
But nothing’s good humor til you have sense
Some were too under cautious
And the writer’s left us nauseous so let’s ?

It’s a simple game of spite and malice
Wipe that hope off your chest
It’s a simple play of the ?br> All the questions it failed to test
Let’s see which two faces suits you best

It’s the shopping act of ?
Never laid to rest
Rest

 

Sad To Be Aware

Crawling on a hardwood floor
And I’m looking at the adult feet
An infant vision
Thinking about the empty space
Trying to connect the dots
The puzzle pieceing

Are you sad to be aware?
I really couldn’t tell you
Are you happy to be here?
Ask me when I’m older

Sleeping in the other room
And I’m learning how to wet the bed
A childhood flashing
Screaming in the tangled sheets
Falling to the bedroom floor
The basement flooding, flooding
There’s a kid who lives down the block
And he’s dreaming of a loving fix
His name is Michael row the boat ashore
And I met him in the second grade
We were waiting for the cracker bite
His lips were cutting me to tiny bits

Are you sad to be aware?
I really couldn’t tell you
Are you happy to be here?
Ask me when I’m older

And I hope to make amends
Yeah I hope to make amends
I hope to make amends
In the end
In the end

Moving to a bigger town
And I’m living in a carpet box
The landlord foaming
Thinking ’bout the empty heads
Trying to correct the blots
There’s someone living in the alleyway

Are you sad to be aware?
I really couldn’t tell you
Are you happy to be here?
Ask me when I’m older