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Juno Soundtrack




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Juno Soundtrack Album


Juno (01/08/2008)
01/08/2008
1.
2.
Kimya Dawson "My Rollercoaster"
3.
4.
5.
Mateo Messina "Up The Spout"
6.
7.
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9.
10.
Kimya Dawson "Sleep" (Instrumental)
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15.
Kimya Dawson & Antsy Pants "Tree Hugger"
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19.
Michael Cera & Ellen Page "Anyone Else But You"
. . .


If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, let the cold winds blow

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

. . .

Kimya Dawson
"My Rollercoaster"

[No lyrics]

. . .



'Cause he gets up in the morning,
And he goes to work at nine,
And he comes back home at five-thirty,
Gets the same train every time.
'Cause his world is built 'round punctuality,
It never fails.

And he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

And his mother goes to meetings,
While his father pulls the maid,
And she stirs the tea with councilors,
While discussing foreign trade,
And she passes looks, as well as bills
At every suave young man

'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

And he likes his own backyard,
And he likes his fags the best,
'Cause he's better than the rest,
And his own sweat smells the best,
And he hopes to grab his father's loot,
When Pater passes on.

'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

And he plays at stocks and shares,
And he goes to the Regatta,
And he adores the girl next door,
'Cause he's dying to get at her,
But his mother knows the best about
The matrimonial stakes.

'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively


. . .


Dearest - though you're the nearest to my heart
please don't ever - umm ya
ever say we'll part

You scold and you were so bold
yes together - umm ya
our love will grow old - umm ya
our love will grow old

You may be a million miles away
please believe me - umm ya
when you hear me say
I love you - I love you

Come home - keep me from these sleepless nights
try my love again - umm ya
I'm gonna treat you right - umm ya
I'm gonna treat you right

. . .

Mateo Messina
"Up The Spout"

[No lyrics]

. . .


I took the Polaroid down in my room,
I'm pretty sure you have a new girlfriend.
It's not as if I don't like you,
It just makes me sad whenever I see it.

Cause I like to be gone most of the time,
And you like to be home most of the time.
If I stay in one place I lose my mind.
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.

Joey never met a bike that he didn't want to ride,
And I never met a Toby that I didn't like.
Scotty liked all of the books that I recommended,
Even if he didn't I wouldn't be offended.

I had a dream that had to drive to Madison
To deliver a painting for some silly reason.
I took a wrong turn and ended up in Michigan.
Paul Baribeau took me to the giant tire swing.
Gave me a push and he started singing
I sang along while I was swinging.
The sound of our voices made us forget everything
That had ever hurt our feelings.

Joey never met a bike that he didn't want to ride,
And I never met a Toby that I didn't like.
Scotty liked all of the books that I recommended,
Even if he didn't I wouldn't be offended I wouldn't be offended.

Now I'm home for less than twenty-four hours.
That's hardly time to take a shower,
Hug my family and take your picture off the wall,
Check my email write a song and make a few phone calls.
Before it's time to leave again,
I've got one hand on the steering wheel
One waving out the window.
If I'm a spinster for the rest of my life,
My arms will keep me warm on cold and lonely nights.

Joey never met a bike that he didn't want to ride,
And I never met a Toby that I didn't like.
Scotty liked all of the books that I recommended,
Even if he didn't I wouldn't be offended

. . .



Elope with me Miss Private and we'll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase
San Francisco's calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest book you ever read
that always makes you cry
The statue's crying too and well he may

I love you I've a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd
“You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”
Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me Miss Private and we'll drink ourselves awake
We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We'll comment on the decor and we'll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for
a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You'd settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee”
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour

. . .


loose lips might sink ships but loose gooses take trips
to san francisco, double dutch disco,
tech tv hottie, do it for scotty
do it for the living and do it for the dead
do it for the monsters under your bed
do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
broken hearts hurt but they make us strong and

We wont stop until somebody call the cops,
and even then we'll start again and just pretend
that nothing ever happened.

We wont stop until somebody calls the cops,
and even then we'll start again and just pretend
that nothing ever happened.

We're just dancing, we're just hugging,
Screaming, singing, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be,
hows it gonna be?

I dropkick russell stover, move into the starting over house
and i know matt rouse and jest are watching me achieve my dreams

and we'll pray, all damn day, everyday
and all this shit our president has got us in
will go away, while we strive to figure out a way we can survive
these trying times without losing our minds

So if you want to burn yourself remember that I LOVE YOU.
so if you want to cut yourself remember that I LOVE YOU.
so if you want to kill yourself remember that I LOVE YOU.
call me up before your dead, and we can make some plans
instead, send me an IM, I'll be your friend.

shysters live from scheme to scheme and my 4th quarter pipe dreams
are seeming more and more worth fighting for
so i'll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation
and i'll say FUCK Bush and FUCK this war
my war paint is sharpie ink and i'll show you how much my shit stinks
and ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful
they think we're disposable, well both my thumbs opposable
are spelled out on a double word and triple letter score

we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened

we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened

we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened

we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened

we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be

. . .


long ago
and oh so far away
I fell in love with you
before the second show
your guitar
it sounds so sweet and clear
but you're not really there
it's just the radio

don't you remember you told me you love me baby
you said you'd be coming back this way again baby
baby baby baby baby oh baby
I love you, I really do

loneliness, is such a sad affair
and I can hardly wait
to be with you again
what to say
to make you come again
come back to me again
and play your sad guitar

don't you remember you told me you love me baby
you said you'd be coming back this way again baby
baby baby baby baby oh baby
I love you, I really do

don't you remember you told me you love me baby
you said you'd be coming back this way again baby
baby baby baby baby oh baby
I love you, I really do

(originally by The Carpenters)

. . .

Kimya Dawson
"Sleep"

[No lyrics]

. . .



Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you went to work in Debenham's, because that's what they expect
Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor

And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay

In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt

You've been used, you're confused
Write a song, I'll sing along
Are you calm? Settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again

Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Mum said she had little choice when she was young, so why should you?
Do you went to work in C&A, 'cause that's what they expect
Move to Ladieswear and take a feel off Joe the Storeman

Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
She's got everything to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
'Cause you can't afford a blazer and you're always wearing clogs

At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Heed of English gets you, asks you, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?"
"Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside."
You've got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right

. . .


Well billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
Speed jive don't want to stay alive
When you're twenty-five
And wendy's stealing clothes from marks and sparks
And freddy's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face
Funky little boat race
Television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks
Oh man I need tv when I got t rex
Oh brother you guessed
I'm a dude dad

All the young dudes (hey dudes)
Carry the news (where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes (stand up come on)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (i want to hear you)
Carry the news (i want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes (and I want to talk to you all of you)
Carry the news

Now lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule it's a real mean team
But we can love oh yes we can love
And my brother's back at home with his beatles and his stones
We never got it off on that revolution stuff
What a drag too many snags
Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
Got to race some cat to bed
Oh is there concrete all around
Or is it in my head
Yeah
I'm a dude dad

All the young dudes (hey dudes)
Carry the news (where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes (stand up)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (i want to hear ya)
Carry the news (i want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes (and I want to relate to you)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (what dudes)

Carry the news (let's hear the news come on)
Boogaloo dudes (i want to kick you)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (hey you there with the glasses)
Carry the news (i want you)
Boogaloo dudes (i want you at the front)
Carry the news (now you all his friends)
All the young dudes (now you bring him down cause I want him)
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes (i want him right here bring him come on)
Carry the news (bring him here you go)
All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years)
Carry the news (there you go)
Boogaloo dudes (how do you feel)
Carry the news

. . .


I was quiet as a mouse
When I snuck into your house
And took rufies with your spouse
In a nit and out a louse
Lice are lousy all the time
They suck your blood, drink your wine
Say shut up and quit your crying
Give it time and you’ll be fine

You’re so nice and you’re so smart
You’re such a good friend I have to break your heart
I’ll tell you that I love you then I’ll tear your world apart
Just pretend I didn’t tear your world apart

I like boys with strong convictions
And convicts with perfect diction
Underdogs with good intentions
Amputees with stamp collections
Plywood skinboards ride the ocean
Salty noses, suntan lotion
Always seriously joking
and rambunctiously soft-spoken
I like boys that like their mothers
And I have a thing for brothers
But I’d always wait til we’re under the covers
To say I’m sure glad we’re not lovers

You’re so nice and you’re so smart
You’re such a good friend I have to break your heart
I’ll tell you I love you then I’ll tear your world apart
Just pretend I didn’t tear your world apart.

I like my new bunny suit
I like my new bunny suit
I like my new bunny suit
When I wear it I feel cute.

. . .


(Phil Phillips & the Twilights)

Come with me
My love
To the sea
The sea of love

I wanna tell you
How much
I love you

Do you remember
When we met?
That's the day
I knew you were my pet

I wanna tell you
How much
I love you

Come with me
My love
To the sea
The sea of love

I wanna tell you
How much

. . .

Kimya Dawson & Antsy Pants
"Tree Hugger"

[No lyrics]

. . .


I'm sticking with you
'Cause I'm made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I'm gonna do too

You held up a stage coach in the rain
(in the rain)
And I'm doin' the same
(the same)
Saw you hangin' from a tree
(from a tree)
And I made believe it was me
(was me)

Oh, I'm sticking with you
'Cause I'm made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I'm gonna do too.

Many people going to the stratosphere
Soldiers fighting with the khan
But with you by my side I can do anything
When we swing
We hang past right and wrong

I'll do anything for you
Baby, anything you want me to
Oh, I'll do anything for you
Oh, I'm sticking with you

. . .


You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I will find my nitch in your car
With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du

Up up down down left right left right B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Don Quijote was a steel driving man
My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Squinched up your face and did a dance
You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du
But you

. . .


I am a vampire
I am a vampire
I am a vampire
I have lost my fangs

So I'm sad and i feel lonely
So I cry and I'm very angry
And I hate some girl lately
So I'm so no more sad and
ache yeah yeah

. . .

Michael Cera & Ellen Page
"Anyone Else But You"

[No lyrics]

. . .


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