Everything to Everyone Album

Artist(s): Barenaked Ladies

Cover Art

Barenaked Ladies Everything to Everyone Cover Art

Tracklist

Celebrity

length: 3:28
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
writer: Kevin Hearn, Steven Page, Ed Robertson

Don't call me a zero
I'm going to be a hero
Like Phil Esposito or the Kennedy's
I'll be incorporated and I'll be imitated
And overrated but that doesn't bother me
All the jaws with drop
All the girls will scream
And there will commotion when I show up on the scene
All that you will see is a celebrity
All that you will see is a celebrity

When I'm riding in my limo
I won't look out the window
Might make me homesick for humanity
There's nowhere I can't go
And there's nobody I don't know
And there's an emptiness that's eating me
All the clocks will stop
And all the jeans will cream
It has always been my one and only dream
All that's left of me is my celebrity
All that's left of me is my celebrity

Leave your heart
Lay down your art
You're here for the party
Smile and wave
Try to behave
Be happy they've
Made you a celebrity

I could disappear into the great unknown
And it would wear my face as if it were its own
And all that you will see is a celebrity
I will get in first and I will get in free
All that's left of me is my celebrity

Maybe Katie

length: 2:59
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
writer: Jim Creeggan, Steven Page, Ed Robertson
[Chorus]
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about Katie?

What's the use in hesitating?
Can't you see that Katie's waiting?
Just because her youth is fading
Doesn't mean she's not worth dating.

[Chorus]

I don't know
What the fuss is all about
Just take it slow
It's not like you can't live without her
To and fro if you've got a shred of doubt
Then it's not worth it

[Chorus]

Can't you see her with her arms wide open?
She's everything that you've been hoping for
Forever's not so long, stop moping
She's got a daughter and you're just not coping

Do you know everyone you ever swore you'd love for life?
I don't know them anymore
I know their names, I'd recognize them on the street
And I don't love them

[Chorus]

Another Postcard

length: 3:26
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
writer: Steven Page, Ed Robertson
You can't imagine so many monkeys in the daily mail
All of them coming anonymously so they leave no trail
I never thought I'd have an admirer from overseas
But someone is sending me stationary filled with chimpanzees.

Some chimps in swimsuits, some chimps are swinging from a vine
Some chimps in jackboots, some chimps that wish they could be mine.
Starsky and Hutch chimps, a chimp who's sitting on the can
A pair of Dutch chimps who send their love from Amsterdam.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.

If I had to guess, I'd say the monkey-sender thinks it's great
He's sending me, maybe she's sending me just to see me get irate
I'm losing sleep - and it's gonna be keeping me up all night
I thought it was funny, but now I've got money on a monkey fight.

Some chimps in hard hats, chimps a-working on a chain gang
Some chimps who love cats, burning rubber in a Mustang
A birthday-wishing chimp, a chimp in black like a goth
A goin' fishin' chimp, a British chimp in the bath.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.

Somehow they followed me even though I packed and moved my home
No matter what, they come and they come they won't leave me alone
Another monkey in the mail could make me lose my mind
But look at me shuffling through the stack until I finally find

Some chimps in swimsuits
Some chimps in Jackboots
Some chimps in hard hats
Some chimps who love cats
I've got some shaved chimps; that's chimps devoid of any hair
I've got depraved chimps dressed up in women's underwear

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me
Every one is addressed to me
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.

Next Time

length: 3:52
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
writer: Jim Creeggan, Kevin Hearn, Steven Page, Ed Robertson
[Chorus]
You can always get if right next time, next time
You can always get it right next time, next time

You can count on me
To mess it up
You can count on me
To let you down again
And in time you'll see
That I'm your only friend

[Chorus]

Comfort in community
Obliterated
Given opportunity I hesitated
Even my humility's
Humiliated

[Chorus]

When you die they make a list
Of every love you never kissed
Of each regret and each mistake
Every choice you failed to make

[Chorus]

It's a shame I have to wait
Until the ending
Everything I've yet to break
Is surely bending
Every vow I ever take
Is just pretending
That this mess I make
Is worth defending

[Chorus]

For You

length: 3:28
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
writer: Steven Page, Ed Robertson
I have set aside everything I love
I have saved everything else for you
I cannot decide what this doubt's made of
Though I've thought over it through and through

In a book in a box up on a shelf
In a locked and guarded vault
Are the things I keep only for myself
Its your fate, but it's not your fault

[Chorus]
And for every useless reason I know
There's a reason no to care
If I hide myself wherever I go
Am I ever really there?

There is nowhere I would rather be
But I can't just be right here
An enimga wrapped in a mystery
Or a fool consumed by fear?

[Chorus]

I will give you all I could ever give
Though it's less than you'll need
Could you just forget if you can't forgive
All the things I cannot concede?

[Chorus]

Shopping

length: 3:35
producer: Ron Aniello
vocal: Yvonne Gallegos
mixer: Mike Shipley
violin: Charlie Bisharat and Joel Derouin
viola: Matt Funes
percussion: Blue Man Group
cello: Larry Corbett
writer: Kevin Hearn, Steven Page, Ed Robertson
Well you know it's going to be all right
I think it's going to be alright
Everything will always be all right
When we go shopping
Well you know it's going to be all right
When we go shopping

It's always
Let the shopping spree begin
Everybody wins

So shut up
And never stop
Let's shop
until we drop

Well you know that it's going to be all right
I think it's going to be all right
Everything will always be all right
When we go shopping

It's always
Let the shopping never end
Shopping with our friends
Shopping once again

It's always
It's always

It's never enough until you've got all the stuff
When the going gets rough
Just shop with someone tough

Well you know it's going to be all right
I think it's going to be all right
Everything will always be all right
When we go shopping
Well you know that it's going to be all right
I think it's going to be all right
Everything will always be all right
When we go shopping

It's always
When we go shopping [Repeat: x3]

It's always [Repeats]

Testing 1,2,3

length: 3:33
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
writer: Steven Page, Ed Robertson
Maybe it would be fun
To get a new opinion
Get a little work done
And forget

Maybe it would be cool
If I rocked it old school
Try to break a gold rule
And a sweat

Better than the first time
Better than the worst time
If I could just reverse time
I'd be set

[CHORUS:]
Testing 1,2,3
Can anybody hear me?
If I shed the irony
Would anybody cheer me?
If I acted less like me
Would I be in the clear?

She got a new apartment
It's out on the escarpment
And in her glove compartment
Are my songs

She hasn't even heard them
Since she found out what the words meant
She decided she preferred them
All wrong

Kind of like the last time
With a bunch of really fast rhymes
If we're living in the past I'm
Soon gone

[CHORUS]

We recognize the present
Is half as pleasant
As our nostalgia for

The past'll be presented
Recast and reinvented
Until it's how we meant it

[CHORUS]

He's everything that you need
You wiped out on your ten speed
And either he will succeed
Or just suck

[CHORUS]

Begin the...

[CHORUS ]
Would I be in the clear, G?

Testing 1,2,3
Testing 1,2,3


[Thanks to jessicag2007@yahoo.com, nicksurf99@comcast.net for correcting these lyrics]

Upside Down

length: 3:16
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
violin: Charlie Bisharat and Joel Derouin
viola: Matt Funes
cello: Larry Corbett
tambourine: Roberto Menegoni
writer: Steven Page, Ed Robertson
I'm not surprised it's come to this
Sooner or later there must be another's kiss
Behind that kiss a promise of a life of bliss
Yeah, great-I won't be takin' the bait
I'd rather drown
And I will not turn my whole life upside down

Imagine everything you've done
Under a microscope on view for everyone
And if the king of circumspection's here
He's come in vain-I won't be sharing the blame
I wear the crown
And I will not turn my whole life upside down

Nothing's good enough for me
To shake me from complacency
I make my mind up and I'll never be

The kind of man who'd make a choice
For if I hold my tongue I'll never lose my voice
If each attempted act of sabotage destroys all hope
I won't be needing a rope
I'm gagged and bound
And I will not turn my whole life upside down

And if the genie were set free
And by the laws of things like that, he's indebted to me
I'd bury my three wishes deep down in the ground
So I will not turn my whole life upside down

Though I appreciate the aim
Tell Andy Warhol's ghost that he can keep his fame
I'd only use it to make everything the same again
So don't applaud 'til the end when I'm not around
'Cause I will not turn my whole life upside down

Nothing's good enough for me
To shake me from complacency
I've made my mind up
I won't make a sound
And I will not turn my whole life upside down

War on Drugs

length: 5:33
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
violin: Joel Derouin and Charlie Bisharat
viola: Matt Funes
cello: Larry Corbett
writer: Steven Page, Ed Robertson
She likes to sleep with the radio on
So she can dream of her favorite song
The one that no one has ever sung
Since she was small

She'll never know that she made it up
She had a soul and we ate it up
Thrown away like a paper cup
The music falls

The only flaw in her detailed plan
Is where she wins back the love of her man
Everyone knows that he's never coming back

He took her heart and she took his name
He couldn't stand taking all the blame
He left her only with guilt and shame
And then she cracked

Won't it be dull
When we rid ourselves of all demons haunting us
To keep us company

In the dream I refuse to have
She falls asleep in a lukewarm bath
We're left to deal with the aftermath again

On behalf of humanity
I will fight for your sanity
How profound such profanity can be

Won't it be dull
When we rid ourselves of all demons haunting us
To keep us company

Won't it be odd
To be happy like we always thought we're supposed to feel
But never seem to be

Near where I live there's a viaduct
Where people jump when they're out of luck
Raining down on the cars and trucks below

They put a net there to catch their fall
Like that'll stop anyone at all
What they don't know is when nature calls, you go

They say that Jesus and mental health
Are just for those who can help themselves
What good is that when you're living hell on Earth

From the very fear that makes you want to die
Is just the same as what keeps you alive
It's way more trouble than some suicide is worth

Won't it be dull
When we rid ourselves of all demons haunting us
To keep us company

Won't it be odd
To be happy like we always thought we're supposed to feel
But never seem to be

Hard to admit I fought the war on drugs
My hands were tied and the phone was bugged
Another died and the world just shrugged it off

Aluminum

length: 4:35
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
writer: Steven Page, Ed Robertson
How in every visible way you shine
As if the stars in your wake align
Almost impossible to malign

But just below where you shine you burn
Although I know it, I never learn
Just goes to show that I can't discern

[Chorus]
Aluminum to me
Aluminum to some
You can shine like sliver all you want
But you're just Aluminum

Illuminating just what you want to show
You'll never rust, but I'll never know
You can't be trusted; I can't let go

[Chorus]

Every time you're here I forget
When you leave, you leave only regret
Every time you're near I forget
Everything

You're so lightweight, how can you survive
Recycling moments from others lives?
You're not as precious as you contrive

[Chorus]

Unfinished

length: 3:01
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
violin: Joel Derouin and Charlie Bisharat
viola: Matt Funes
cello: Larry Corbett
writer: Steven Page, Ed Robertson, Kevin Hearn
I left a tip, but it was never a donation
I took a trip, but it was never a vacation
I took a seat, but I refuse to take a number
And so, defeated, I proceeded unencumbered
I took her hand, but it was not in matrimony
I told my side, but it was never testimony
I turned and ran after ignoring my Miranda
I hid, she sought and caught me under the veranda

I'd say an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of attention span

Spanning all the ages
Turning all the pages
The history of me is incomplete

Everything is Un-
Everything is Unfin-
Everything is Unfinished

I played along, but it was not for recreation
I left my home, but it was not evacuation
I made a pact that I would finish what I started
I admit the fact I was distracted and outsmarted

I'd say an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of attention span

Everything is Un-
Everything is Unfin-
Everything is Unfinished

Second Best

length: 3:22
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
writer: Kevin Hearn, Steven Page, Ed Robertson
Everything's a lie
We're all gonna die
Before we say goodbye
Let's attack

I admit it's bleak
But I give it a week
Until our friends the meek
Give it back

[Chorus]
Is it true?
Well it's true enough I guess
Join the chorus of the second best
Second best
Second best

What's left of you that's real?
A mutated ideal
With limited appeal, I suggest
If winning is an art
Then it's drawn us apart
When you erased your heart and beat your chest

Is it you?
Well it's you enough I guess
You're an angel in a see-through dress

[Chorus]

Perhaps it's just as well
That I still look like hell
At least the world can tell us apart

Is it true?
Yes it's true enough I guess
Come join the chorus of the unimpressed

[Chorus]

Take It Outside

length: 3:50
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
writer: Steven Page, Ed Robertson
Oh I watch it all go down
Closed eyes; pretend no one's around
So I choose to play the clown
Or blow by and never make a sound

[Chorus]
Any other guy
Would want to take it outside but I'd
Never even try
Who wants to get their lights knocked out?
Any other guy
Would want to stir it up some, but I'd
Rather say goodbye

Turn around and say it to my face
No sound - Everything's erased
Lose ground; lost in your embrace
Leave town and never leave a trace

[Chorus]

Hardly know what anything's for
Just for show, I'm slamming the door
Even so, my heart and my head
Are an open book

[Chorus]

I'd rather say goodbye

Have You Seen My Love?

length: 2:56
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
writer: Ed Robertson, Steven Page
[Chorus]
Have you seen my love?
Have you seen my love?
Have you seen my little girl?
Oh, have you seen my love?

All that I want is to be your friend
'Cause you're the only friend I've ever known
All I need is our love - we agreed
That the two of us wouldn't be alone

In these faded old photographs
You can see how we smiled
I became a man in your arms
Now I'm helpless as a child

[Chorus]

There is a dream that we both used to share
And we swore we would never wake
Now the dream's a nightmare, and the truth, to be fair
Is that dreaming was the first mistake

Though we share the same memories
And I swear that's her face
Did you bury the woman I love
And fall asleep in her space?

[Chorus]

Another Postcard (acoustic)

length: 3:36
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
writer: Steven Page, Ed Robertson
You can't imagine so many monkeys in the daily mail
All of them coming anonymously so they leave no trail
I never thought I'd have an admirer from overseas
But someone is sending me stationary filled with chimpanzees.
Some chimps in swimsuits, some chimps are swinging from a vine
Some chimps in jackboots, some chimps that wish they could be mine.
Starsky and Hutch chimps, a chimp who's sitting on the can
A pair of Dutch chimps who send their love from Amsterdam.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
(x2)

If I had to guess, I'd say the monkey-sender thinks it's great
He's sending me, maybe she's sending me just to see me get irate
I'm losing sleep - and it's gonna be keeping me up all night
I thought it was funny, but now I've got money on a monkey fight.
Some chimps in hard hats, chimps a-working on a chain gang
Some chimps who love cats, burning rubber in a Mustang
A birthday-wishing chimp, a chimp in black like a goth
A goin' fishin' chimp, a British chimp in the Bath.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
(x2)

Somehow they followed me even though I packed and moved my home
No matter what, they come and they come they won't leave me alone
Another monkey in the mail could make me lose my mind
But look at me shuffling through the stack until I finally find
Some chimps in swimsuits
Some chimps in Jackboots
Some chimps in hard hats
Some chimps who love cats
I've got some shaved chimps; that's chimps devoid of any hair
I've got depraved chimps dressed up in women's underwear.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Every one is every one is every one is addressed to me.
Every one is every one is every one is addressed to me.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.

Maybe Katie (acoustic)

length: 3:10
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
writer: Jim Creeggan, Steven Page, Ed Robertson
CHORUS (x2):
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about Katie?

What's the use in hesitating?
Can't you see that Katie's waiting?
Just because her youth is fading
Doesn't mean that she's not worth dating

CHORUS (x2)

I don't know what the fuss is all about
Just take it slow
It's not like you can't live without her
To and fro
If you've got a shred of doubt then it's not worth it

CHORUS (x2)

Can't you see her with her arms wide open
She's everything that you've been hoping for
Forever's not so long, stop moping
She's got a daughter and you're just not coping.

Do you know everyone you ever swore you'd love for life
I don't know them anymore
I know their names
I'd recognize them on the street and I don't love them

CHORUS (x4)

Second Best (acoustic)

length: 3:32
producer: Ron Aniello
mixer: Mike Shipley
writer: Kevin Hearn, Steven Page, Ed Robertson
Everything's a lie, we're all going to die
Before we say goodbye, let's attack
I admit it's bleak, but I give it a week
Until our friends the meek give it back

Is it true? Well it's true enough, I guess
Join the chorus of the second best
Second best, second best

What's left of you that's real? A mutated idea
With limited appeal, I suggest
If winning is an art, then it's drawn us apart
When you erased your heart and beat your chest

Is it you? Well, it's you enough I guess
You're an angel in a see-through dress
Is it true? Yes it's true enough I guess
Sometimes it's better to be second best
Second best, second best

Perhaps it's just as well that I still look like hell
At least the world can tell us apart

Is it true? Yes, it's true enough I guess
Come join the chorus of the unimpressed
Is it true? Yes it's true enough I guess
Sometimes it's better to be second best
Second best, second best