Title: Whip-smart
Label:  Matador
Release date:  1994

Track List:
Chopsticks
Supernova
Support System
X-Ray Man
Shane
Nashville
Go West
Cinco de Mayo
Dogs of L.A.
Whipsmart
Jealousy
Crater Lake
Alice Springs
May Queen









Chopsticks
I met him at a party and he told me how to drive him home
He said he liked to do it backwards
I said, "That's just fine with me,
That way we can fuck and watch TV."
It was four a.m. and the light was gray, like it always is in paperbacks
He asked if I liked playing jacks
I told him that I was good to sixies
But all hell broke lose after that
I told him that I knew Julia Roberts when I was twelve at summer camp
We didn't say anything after that
I dropped him off and I drove on home
'Cause secretly I'm timid
















Supernova
I have looked all over the place
But you have got my favorite face
Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass
Your lips are sweet and slippery like a cherub's bare wet ass
'Cause you're a human supernova
A solar superman
You're an angel with wings afire
A flying, giant friction blast
You walk in clouds of glitter and the sun reflects your eyes
And everytime the wind blows I can smell you in the sky
Your kisses are as wicked as an F-16
And you fuck like a volcano, and you're everything to me
'Cause you're a human supernova
A solar superman
You're an angel with wings afire
A flying, giant friction blast
A giant flying friction blast
'Cause you're a human supernova
A solar superman
You're an angel with wings afire
A flying giant friction blast









Support System
I don't need a support system
Lifting me into prop position
What I need is a man of action
I need my attraction to you
Driving me down all those dangerous avenues
Lions and tigers tearing at their food
I know the gossip flies around at breakfast
One of them reins is in your hand
Where do you get the fuck off thinking I was there at the party
'Cause all my friends feed me the evil reasons
Why you and I should not be friends?
Lets think this whole thing through
Tell me, just what the hell is a lover suppossed to do?
I got the wrong reaction, a slap in the face from you
This is such a stupid picture
Wrap me in a steak
Why don't you throw me in the panther cage
And maybe then I'll like you better
(No way!)
I don't need a support system
Lifting me into prop position
What they make is a separation of beauty from attitude
What satisfaction is left when all you do
Tells everyone you're acting untrue?
This is such a stupid picture
Light a cigarette
Why don't you stub it in the carborateur
And maybe then you'll sell me something
(No way!)
I don't need a supprt system
Put your hand on my heart and listen
What I need is a dedication to last me all the way through
Pointing the finger, I'm counting on loving you
Over and above the passion
I'm connected to you



X-Ray Man
(What I sense...)
As far as I know, baby, you can see
As far as I go, funky baby, digging deep inside of me
(Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh...)
As far as I know, sister, I'm alright
As far as I know, funky lady, I'm coming home tonight
(You can see through the smoke...)
You're an x-ray man
You've got x-ray eyes
This is no reflection on you, its just what I see inside of me
(Why don't you put on your two-way sombrero and leave?)
(Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh...)
You're an x-ray man
You've got white wall tires
Iodine tan
Cheap, unpleasant desires
You're an x-ray man
You've got an x-rated mind
You're not satisfied looking at me
You're always checking out the girl behind
You're an x-ray man
You've got secret plans for me







Shane
I know that it was the night the war broke out
Because you and I were driving around
And you were doing a story
About if people understood what had happened to their world
Tonight in bed asleep
You said that you were in touch with the draft resistors
In case the big boys called you up
You're gonna have to let 'em dick you around
But don't let 'em make you do what you can't live with
Tonight in bed with me sleeping
You looked like you were just a little kid
"Shane," I said, "You've gotta watch your ass"
You gotta have fear in your heart
You gotta have fear in your heart
You gotta have fear in your heart....













Nashville
They don't know what they like so much about it
They just go for any shiny old bauble, and nobody sparkles like you
But I can't imagine it in better terms
Than naked, half-awake, about to shave and go to work
And I'm starting to think it could happen to me like it did to you
And I'm starting to actually feel it seep through the slick divide now
I don't crack the door too far for anyone who's pushing too hard on me
They don't know what they like so much about it
Maybe it goes on the other side of the hallway
The writing's so small from here
But I can't imagine it in better terms
Than naked, half-awake, about to shave and go to work
I won't decorate my love
I won't decorate my love
I won't decorate my love...













Go West
Safe on
The interstate
New York
Is three thousand miles away
And I'm not looking forward to following through
But it's better than always running back into you
I've closed my eyes and my bank account
And gone west, young man
Take off
The parking brake
Go coasting
Into a different state
And I'm not looking forward to missing you
But I must have something better to do
I've got to tear my life apart
And go west, young man
And it feels like I've got something to prove,
But in some ways it's just something to do
My friend's turn me around and say
You go west, young man
Stepping
Down off my platform shoes
Sixty-Nine in the afternoon
And I'm waiting for someone in the know
Like Pirnir tells me on the radio
ed. note: this is the way it's spelled
on the lyrics sheet. It may be "Pirner," as in Dave

Says take it from someone who's been there before
You go west, young man
And I'm looking for somebody to do
My thinking for me 'till I come through
The state-line highway sign says
You have gone west, young man
And it feels like I've got something to prove
But in some ways it's just something to do
The state-line highway sign says
You have gone west, young man



Cinco de Mayo
Cinco de Mayo
Blow out, denial
It wasn't fun this time, letting you go
What if I never, a bullet forever,
Held out my hand to you, we wouldn't have known
Beautiful flow,
Absolute measure, I ain't no pleasure hound
Bus' out of control, plowing the road
Out on a bender, just Alice falling down
A deepening hole
I'd never been to Rome until you smiled
You're about as old and piled
I used to pray for snow...
Now I just wonder what spell I was under,
Thinking you thought of me as
Something to hold
I'd never been to Rome until you smiled
You're about as old and piled
Cinco de Mayo
Burn-out, Ohio
It wasn't me this time, letting you go









Dogs of L.A.
The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A.
I was a Star Trek crew member
With my Beatle boots and my Super-8
And I raced you to the top,
The camera gets a stuttered shot of
Me approaching the painted shrine.
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry,
Georgie, I'm your friend!
And the shit brown reservoir
Is a testament to the dogs of L.A.
They hold the place like the Mafia and say,
Run me round again.
The sawed off tree-trunks stand among the living palms
You were beaming as I focused in and I panned along
And I raced you to the top
Kicking snakes up from dusty rocks
Young Abe Vigoda plays Frankenstein
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry,
Georgie, I'm your friend!
And the shit brown reservoir
Is a testament to the dogs of L.A., they
Hold the place like the Mafia and say,
Run me round again.
I wanna go again.
And the shit brown reservoir
Is a testament to the dogs of L.A.
They hold the place like the Mafia and say,
Run me round again.



Whip-smart
I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green and
Whip-smart as the English Channel's wide.
And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his mattress
And his watch on any hand between his thighs.
And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower 'til I write my whole life story
On the back of his big brown eyes.
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing. (x 4)
And I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheap and
Games are just another way of life.
And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes because for
Every truth, there are half a million lies.
And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower
'Til he learns to let his hair down far enough to climb outside.
When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing. (x 4)














Jealousy
He's got a million dollar car
He's got a thirty-seven year old guitar
He's got a family who deals heroin,
you're on the edge of your chair and then
You feel it
He's looking at you
He's laughing at you
It's happening.
I can't, I can't believe it.
But it's here on the pages I'm reading
It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy... jealousy...
I know it's just a drawer of photographs
They're ex-girlfriends, I try to remember that
I don't wanna look, but I'm already hooked on jealousy... jealousy...
I can't believe you had a life before me
I can't believe they let you run around free
Just putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea
What a good idea:
Standing
On the corner
Watching
The ladies
Pass by
Imagining me behind your eyes
And then what did I see?
I saw hips, I saw thighs
I saw secret positions that we never try
I saw jealousy
I saw jealousy
I can't, I can't believe it
But it's here in this place and I see it
It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy... jealousy...
Standing
On the mud flats
Watching
The salmon
Fly
Wonder if I'll ever bury the hatchet inside.
Imagining me behind your eyes
And then what did I see?
I saw hips, I saw thighs
I saw secret positions that we never try
I saw jealousy
I saw jealousy
I can't believe you had a life before me
I can't believe they let you run around free
Just putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea
What a good idea:



Crater Lake
Once you've left a lonely rage on its own, it grows.
And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows...
And oh, all the tears
In four tiny years
Well look at me, I'm frightening my friends...
You better roll me...
I bought a map of the moon.
There's a crater with my name on it and a really good view
There I was, getting drunk in your room
Because I wanted to throw my weight around
And oh, all the tears
In four tiny years
Oh look at me, I'm frightening my friends...
You better roll me home (x 3)













Alice Springs
See the sun rise
So loud,
This whole town
Gets drowned out.
Sky writing with the sweep of a flashlight
I'm driving over that way
Some pot of gold, it's just a carpeting store on opening day.
See the moon rise
So slow,
And shallow,
It burns halos in my eyes.
It's harder to swallow,
It's harder to breathe,
So many opals, nobody here knows what to believe.
They've got me underground.















May Queen
Don't be fooled by him he's fine.
Rock and roll Ken doll,
He's a national end-all,
He's an off and on friend of mine ...
Where have I been?
Got any what?
Who have I seen?
I spy a May queen.
You were miles above me,
Girls in your arms.
The changing of her majesty's guard is truly amazing.
Got any what?
Disease, hashish, a mind,
Do I have any what?
Where have I been?
Got any what?
Who have I seen?
I spy a May queen.
You were miles above me,
Girls in your arms.
You could have planted a farm
With all of them hay-seeds....