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Alanis Unplugged (1999)/ B-Sides / Unreleased
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No Pressure Over Cappucino
Princes Familiar
These Are The Thoughts
King Of Pain
Uninvited

B-Sides
Pollyanna Flower
London

Dogma Soundtrack
Still

Unreleased
Gorgeous
King Of Intimidation
Weekends
Death Of Cinderella
Bent 4 U
Sister Blister
Fear Of Bliss

No Pressure Over Cappucino

And you're like a 90's jesus
And you revel in your psychosis
How dare you
And you sample concepts like hors d'euvres
And you eat their questions for dessert
Is it just me or is it hot in here

And you're like a 90's kennedy
And you're really a million years old
You can't fool me
They'll throw opinions like rocks in riots
And they'll stumble around like hypocrites
Is it just me or is it dark in here?

Well you may never be or have a husband you may never have or hold a child
You will learn to lose everything we are temporary arrangements

And you're like a 90's noah
And they laughed at you as you packed all of your things
And they wonder why you're frustrated
And they wonder why you're so angry
And is it just me or are you fed up?

And may god bless you in your travels in your conquests and queries

 

 

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

 

 

There 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'm not expending all that energy on fighting with
my boyfriend

is he the one that I will marry? 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 regurgitated 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 am 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 is 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? why am I encouraged to
shut my mouth when it gets too close to home? why cannot I
live in the moment?

 

 

King Of Pain

There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a little black spot on the sun today
That's my soul up there
It's the same old thing as yesterday
That's my soul up there
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
That's my soul up there
There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop
That's my soul up there

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall
That's my soul up there
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb
That's my soul up there
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web
That's my soul up there

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread

King of pain

There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
That's my soul up there
There's a black-winged gull with a broken back
That's my soul up there
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday

I have stood here before in the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I always thought you could end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

King of pain
King  of pain
King  of pain
I'll always be king of pain

 

 

Uninvited

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hotblooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you you're not allowed

You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm

Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepherd meet shepherd
But you you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before

But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

I don't think you unworty
I need a moment to deliberate

 

 

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

 

 

London

Bogainvillas to fall in to the pool
The hard shelled bugs bite my forearm
my right index fingernail chewed to the quick
my cervix is a long scalene
my sprinklers go off at 6pm each day and sometimes they spray unsuspecting visitors
my pimples are gooses 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 them in
I am lagged by the jet and 12 hour flight

and how I do love London
and how I do love London

i am intrigued by the boys with the androdonus songs
sometimes they rhyme sometimes they rhyme not
the steam will smell of eucalyptus 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 or 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

 

 

Gorgeous

Testosterone in large amounts,
Your little sister got kicked out of
God, you can't shave your head,
Come to the show, the boys,
They 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.
You look gorgeous.

This is but an observation: you've a bullet in your foot.
You make it hard for us bitches
Inconsequential in your back bends.
Your taste in men leaves something to be desired;
You love them to be aloof and self-obsessed,
They love you in your mini dress.

You're looking gorgeous.
You're looking gorgeous.
Gorgeous.
You're looking gorgeous.

When your voice is raised above a certain level,
I'm afraid we 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. 

 

 

King Of Intimidation
For you, they live in a quiet monastery
For you, they wear whatever you want them to as long as it's 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
Model of good Christian behavior
For you we wax nostalgic and our legs
For you, we chew our nails if we had any left buy fake ones to do it
We counted to ten temporarily and it was
Something about how you talk down to me
All hail the king of Intimidation
Model of Good christian behavior

The role of compromising 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 missing out
You're not happy
You I pitty
 
All hail the king of Intimidation
My dad loves good Christian behavior
He does not know what he has wrongly done
Forgive his ignorant behavior 
You are tortured
You are captured
You were busted
We were silenced
You were tested
You knew better
You are lonely

Was it worth it?

 

 

Weekends
Monday morning is not Monday morning 'till Taylor has his coffee
Friday night is not Friday night 'till Jessie leaves the room sweaty
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
Come on to the Weekend
'cause the Weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the Weekend
'cause there's too much time to be inherently nice guys 
Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you drive all night
Wednesday early we pull into what I'll call Philadelphia
Thursday morning is not Thursday morning 'till one of us says
how's your life
how's your life?
Yeah how's your life
how's your life?
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 we may look tired, but we'll get by 
What if there were no more mama's boys
What if no one shared their humble appearance
What there were no consequences
What if there were no more arguments
Well that'd be a shame
And that'd be impossible
and you would be bored
'cause you wouldn't want it any other way 
Hold on 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause we may look scared, but we're 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 a picnic together
Would that be a shame...
And that'd be impossible
'cause you would be bored
'cause you wouldn't want it any other way

 

 

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 shake her shoulders hard
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

 

 

Pollyanna Flower

Between a broken nose and a fake smile
Between the piety and gun-powder
Between the fighting and fleeing the scene
Between murder and diplomacy
Between agression and oblivion
Between brutal and realistically well-behaved
Between the screaming and pulling in the reins
Between tiptoeing and ambling 

What am I to do with all this fire?
(I'd like to hit you but I'd never hit you)
Would you stay with me in this respect?
(I'd like to slap you but I'd never slap you)

Between violence and silently seething
Between my fist and my pollyanna flower
Between fuck you to your face and it's alright
Between war and denial 
Between flying vases and secretly weeping
Between lose cannons and ever downplaying
Between bruises and nobley differing
Between bursting and boiling

What am I to do with all this burning?
(I'd like to hurt you but I'd never hurt you)
Do I overwhelm you in this place?
(I'd like to kill you but I'd never kill you) 

Between violence and silently seething
Between my fist and my pollyanna flower
Between fuck you to your face and it's alright
Between war and denial 

What am I to do with all this fire?
Can you understand me in this place? 

Bent 4 U
you're unsure and you're not ready so that must mean I want you
you're unavailable and disinterested and to you I look for comfort

a million times in a million ways I will try to change you
a million months and a million days I'll try to somehow convince you 
I have waited for you and adjusted for you and I'm done
I have deferred to you and enabled you and I'm done 
you're too young or you're too old or you're simply not inclined
you're asleep or you're withholding be that my cue to crave you
several times in several ways I'll try to squeeze love from you
several hours and several ways I'll feast on scraps thrown from you 
I have bent for you and I've deprived for you and I'm done
I have depressed for you and contorted for you and I'm done
I have stifled for you and I've compromised for you and I'm done
I have silenced for you and sacrificed for you and I'm done
it won't be long before I am reclaimed
it won't take long and I'll be on path again
it won't be easy for us to disengage
I'm at the end of self deprivation stage 
you're afraid of every woman afraid of your inner workings
you cringe at the thought of living under the same roof as me god and everything
a million times and a million ways I've tried to alter to match you
several times every several days I've tried to uncrush on you

 

 

Sister Blister
you and me we're cut from the same cloth
it seems to some we famously get along
but you and me are strangers to each other
cuz you and me are competitive to the bone
such tragedy to trample on each other with how much we've endured
with the state this land is in
you and me feel joined by only gender
we are not all for one and one for all 
sister blister we fight to please the brothers
we think their acceptance is how we win
they're happy we're climbing over each other
to beg the club of boys to let us in
you and me estranged from the mother
you and me have felt impotent in our skin
you and me have taken it out on each other
you and me disloyal to the feminine 
such a pity to disavow each other with how far we've come
with how strong we've been
you and me are on this pendulum together
you and me with scarcity still fueling 
sister blister we fight to please the brothers
we think their acceptance is how we win
they're happy we're climbing over each other
to beg the club of boys to let us in
we may not have priorities same
we may not even like each other
we may not be hugely anti-men
but such a cost to dishonor a sister
you and me have made it harder for the other
we forget how hard separatism has been
you and me we can help change their minds together
you and me in alignment until the end 
sister blister we fight to please the brothers
we think their acceptance is how we win
they're happy we're climbing over each other
to beg the club of boys to let us in

 

 

Fear Of Bliss
my misery has enjoyed company
and although I have ached
I don't threaten anybody
sometimes I feel more bigness than I've shared with you
sometimes I wonder why I quell when I'm not required to 
I've tried to be small I've tried to be stunted
I've tried roadblocks and all
my happy endings prevented 
sometimes I feel it's all just too big to be true
I sabotage myself for fear of what my bigness could do
fear of bliss and fear of joyitude
fear of bigness (and ensuing solitude?) 
I could be golden I could be glowing I could be freedom
but that could be boring
sometimes I feel this is too scary to be true
I sabotage myself for fear of losing you
this talk of liberation makes me want to go lie down
under the covers til the terror of the unknown is gone 
I could be full I could be thriving I could be shining
sounds isolating
sometimes I feel this is too good to be true
I sabotage myself for fear of what my joy could do

 


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