Let Your Dim Light Shine Album

Artist(s): Soul Asylum

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Tracklist

Misery

length: 4:25
producer: Butch Vig and Soul Asylum
mixer: Andy Wallace
composer: Dave Pirner
lyricist: Dave Pirner

They say misery loves company
We could start a company and make misery

Frustrated, Incorporated
Well I know just what you need
I might just have the thing
I know what you'd pay to see

Put me out of my misery
I'd do it for you, would you do it for me
We will always be busy making misery

We could build a factory and make misery
We'll create the cure; we made the disease

Frustrated, Incorporated
Frustrated, Incorporated
Well I know just what you need
I might just have the thing
I know what you'd pay to feel

Put me out of my misery
All you suicide kings and you drama queens
Forever after happily, making misery

Did you satisfy your greed, get what you need
Was it only envy, so empty

Frustrated, Incorporated
Frustrated, Incorporated

Frustrated, Incorporated (put me out of my misery)
Frustrated, Incorporated (I'd do it for you, would you do it for me)
Frustrated, Incorporated (forever after happily)
Frustrated, Incorporated (making misery)

Shut Down

length: 2:52
producer: Butch Vig and Soul Asylum
mixer: Andy Wallace
composer: Dave Pirner
lyricist: Dave Pirner
I've been vindicated
I've been loved and hated
I've been pulled aside and told that life was overrated
No, I don't believe it
I just can't conceive it
I can write all night but in the morning I can't read it

Oh no, don't know what's the matter
Stuck up on a ladder, scared of coming down
If I don't get what I want
And there ain't enough to go around
I become oblivious to the obvious
Just ridiculous

As I flip the pages
You're a time that ageless
In between us lies a calm before the storm that rages
Though we were related
Couldn't be separated
Tried to get ahead but only got decapitated

If I don't get what you want
And you don't get what I need
We become oblivious to the obvious
Just dysfunctional
Shut down

When I can't get keep from getting down
And I grow tired of hangin' 'round
I become invisible, unlivable
Just dysfunctional
Shut down

To My Own Devices

length: 2:53
producer: Butch Vig and Soul Asylum
mixer: Andy Wallace
composer: Dave Pirner
lyricist: Dave Pirner
Shouldn't'a got so loaded
I damn near exploded
Oh Lord, you know I should'a known it

Whatever the price is, whatever the crisis
Oh please don't leave me to my own devices
Please don't leave me to my own devices
Oh please don't leave me to my own devices

She was a pretty good waitress
Said she waited on Elvis
Said she talks too much

Please don't leave me to my own devices
Oh please don't leave me to my own devices

Save it up for a rainy day
It just rained yesterday

Whatever the price is, whatever the crisis
Oh please don't leave me to my own devices
Please don't leave me to my own devices
Oh please don't leave me to my own devices

Hopes Up

length: 3:47
producer: Butch Vig and Soul Asylum
mixer: Andy Wallace
composer: Dave Pirner
lyricist: Dave Pirner
There's just no substitute for fun
I've tried every single one
And no one can take your place
Everybody gets replaced
My time has neither come nor gone
It just slips out when I yawn
Without hope I can't go wrong

Don't get my hopes up now
Don't get my hopes up now

It's so hard to settle down
Don't recognize my home town
Home is where I hang my head
Lost in all these things I said
Been holding my breath for so long
I don't need air anymore
If you never let me breathe
I'll never breathe

Don't get my hopes up now
Don't get my hopes up now

Don't know what I was hoping for
I feel like feeling better than I ever felt before

My time has neither come nor gone
It just slips out when I yawn
Holding my breath for so long

Don't want to be bored no more
I know there's so much more
Don't know what I was hoping for
I feel like feeling better than I ever felt before

Don't get my hopes up now
Don't get my hopes up now

Promises Broken

length: 3:15
producer: Butch Vig and Soul Asylum
mixer: Andy Wallace
composer: Dan Murphy, Marc Perlman
lyricist: Marc Perlman
Streets are filled with broken glass
You get buried by the past
N give me just a little taste
Lay this mast to waste
Take me home

My mind is racing take me home
My body's aching so alone
I'll make you want to stay with me
Befriended by the enemy
One more time

And every little thing about this tells me
Nothing out there is ever gonna help me
All these words that I have spoken
Just promises broken now

Lookin' outside from my window sill
Throw another coin in the wishing well
Never find what your lookin' for

Fifteen miles
You took my chance
From so far away
You said smile
S'all I see when I say

And every little thing about this tells me
Nothing out there is ever gonna help me
All these words that I have spoken
Just promises broken now

From the hotel satellite
Don't look like you're livin' right
Here's a deal you can't refuse
You ain't got as much to lose

Can you tell your troubles to
Someone who won't laugh at you
It's all right

As I watch you walk away
Hope a part of you will stay
But it's all right

And every little thing about this tells me
Nothing out there is ever gonna help me
All these words that I have spoken
Just promises broken now

Bittersweetheart

length: 3:35
producer: Butch Vig and Soul Asylum
mixer: Andy Wallace
composer: Dave Pirner
lyricist: Dave Pirner
Why you always want to get the best of me
I'm like a seeing-eye dog and I can't even see
They're naked and they're following my master who is blind
And my mind's gone to pieces, I could use some piece of mind

So I picked up the pieces and I made a new start
Stole an old stiletto, started stabbing in the dark
I can't live without it, I would surely fall apart
But it's hard to make arrangements 'round a bittersweetheart

Bittersweetheart
Better get yourself a little street smart
Bittersweetheart, sad but true
It's a bittersweetheart that's a hard heart to cure
It's just my bittersweetheart

It's like a suicide mission when you can't see no end
Tired of compliment-fishing and impressing your friends
I never kissed no one just to kiss and tell
It's a little bit of heaven and a whole lot of hell

In the eye of the beholder is a beautiful start
But you always seem to end up with a bittersweetheart
There's a darkness looming but the sun is shining bright
I can live to see the morning if I stay up all night

Bittersweetheart
Without a shortcut, without a head-start
Bittersweetheart, sad but true
It's a bittersweetheart that's a hard heart to cure
My bittersweetheart
It's the hardest part
Bittersweetheart

Are you in there, are you beating
Beating me up until I'm bleeding
How much blood can you spare

Bittersweetheart
Think just a drink might get you to the good part
Lyin' in bed just a'wonderin' what to do,
It's a bittersweetheart that'a a hard heart to cure

In time inside you find you always wind up with a bittersweetheart

String of Pearls

length: 4:57
producer: Butch Vig and Soul Asylum
mixer: Andy Wallace
composer: Dave Pirner
She swings the string of pearls on the corner
The street lights reflect the light in the water
The string it snaps and the pearls go sailing
And they splash and bounce and roll 'cross the wet street

As she bends to chase the pearls a car swings 'round the corner
She darts from the eyes of the panic-struck driver
Who's racing to the delivery room
'Cause in the back seat his wife is busting out of her womb

And the sack breaks and out come the Siamese Twins
Who grow up to become the first President
With two heads
Are better than one

He puts his heads in his hands, says I got to put my heads together
I can become the best President ever
And not just President
Fend for yourself

Signs his name, takes the blame for all of the names with no shame
In their beliefs
They adjourn and they leave, and in walks a man
With a broom and a knife and blood on his hands

And he sweeps everything under the rug
And goes home to his kids and gives them a hug
But his wife was not there, she had just left a letter
That said "you'd be much better off without me"

Now his wife took the train to her ex-lover's funeral
Who died in the bathroom, hit his head on a urinal
When they got together, the knowledge was carnal
And the widow was at the funeral, and they had quite a catfight

And they fell into the hole where the casket was resting
And the preacher just left in the middle of the service
'Cause death was one thing, but women made him nervous
And he ran to his car and he drove 'round the corner

Then something in the street caught the light in his eye
He pulled over, reached down, and picked up a pearl from the gutter
And he didn't know what to think
And he brought it home and washed it in the sink

And he gave the pearl to Sister Mary Teresa
Who could not accept it so she gave it to Lisa,
A young prostitute who was missing a pearl
On the necklace that broke late last night

Crawl

length: 3:57
producer: Butch Vig and Soul Asylum
mixer: Andy Wallace
composer: Dave Pirner, Steve Jordan
lyricist: Dave Pirner
You got me going
So get me out of here
I should be blowin'
In someone else's ear

I'm looking forward to looking back
On days like today
Though I wish you would go away
Stay, won't you stay

I'm gonna crawl
I never felt better just crawling home
I'm gonna crawl home, crawl home alone
Good to see you, see you later, maybe one more beer
I'm gonna crawl home from here

Some respond to pleasure
Some respond to pain
I'm hangin' out to dry
In the pouring rain

Victims of temptation
Never can complain
I could use the sensation
You see I can't feel pain

I'm gonna crawl
I never ever said I'd never make it home
It's just a stone's throw, a crawl home
Good to see you, see you later, maybe one more beer
I'm just a crawl home from here

I could use someone
To drag me out of here
I am that someone
It's all become quite clear
So get me out of here

I never felt better just crawling home
I'm gonna crawl home, crawl home alone
Good to see you, see you later, and I'm outta here
I'm just a crawl home from here

Caged Rat

length: 3:04
producer: Butch Vig and Soul Asylum
mixer: Andy Wallace
composer: Dave Pirner
lyricist: Dave Pirner
Why don't you go home and crawl into your hole
Why don't you go home and spend some time alone

In the corner I looked across the room
To the other corner, I knew I'd be there soon

Caged rat (x12)

In the corner I looked across the room
I knew I'd be there soon, in the (other) corner

Caged rat (x12)

Why don't you go home and crawl into your hole
Why don't you go home and spend some time alone

From the corner I looked across the room
To the other corner, I knew I'd be there soon

Caged rat (x12)

Eyes of a Child

length: 3:36
producer: Butch Vig and Soul Asylum
mixer: Andy Wallace
lyricist: Dave Pirner
composer: Dave Pirner
She had 13 kids, each one had 13 problems
Three uppers, ten downers, just to put up with this
And she don't know which children belong to which father
But she loves them all anyway and they each get a kiss

And the toilet ain't flushing and the toaster is smoking
The vacuum don't suck but it needs a new belt
But she saw the world through the eyes of a child
And remembers how good it was and how good it felt

He picked up the paper from the bitter cold morning
He had just gone to sleep, he had to get up for work
By morning he's a watchman and by night he's a waiter
In the late afternoon he works as a clerk

And he can't pay the doctor bills, he just can't afford the pills
The car's repossesed and the child support's due
But he saw the world through the eyes of a child
Big problems seem smaller and old things seem new

She was just six when she turned her first trick
Now she's thirteen and it don't make her sick
And she does lots of crystal and she owns her own pistol
Got a goldfish named Silver and a pimp who's named Rick

And some are like customers and some are like patients
She'd have gone back to school if she'd just had the patience
But she saw the world through the eyes of a child
None of the nightmares, and nothing to deny

She saw the world through the eyes of a child
Yes she's seen it all and she knows they're all lies

Just Like Anyone

length: 2:48
producer: Soul Asylum and Butch Vig
mixer: Andy Wallace
composer: Dave Pirner
She walks into the outhouse
The cold night breathes into her face
The flies are standing still now
The moon it spills through the place

And she starts wondering it's like to be liked by everyone
And like everyone be just like anyone
And just wants to be so just like anyone

She reaches through the darkness
Her fingers touch the porcelain seat
She spins and pulls her pants down
The cold air holds her like a thief

She starts wondering what they mean, do they just mean to be mean
And thinking about the scene, do they just want to be seen
And trying not to seem so just like anyone

The door comes screeching open
She walks into the evening air
She disappears in the darkness
All that's left's the faint smell of her hair

She's done wondering what it's like to be liked by everyone
And like everyone be just like anyone
And just wants to be so just like anyone
And wondering what they mean, do they just mean to be mean
And thinking about the scene, do they just want to be seen
And trying not to seem so just like anyone

Tell Me When

length: 3:42
producer: Butch Vig and Soul Asylum
mixer: Andy Wallace
writer: Dave Pirner, L. Samuels
She's all by herself at the end of the day
She'd talk to herself but wouldn't know what to say
Wrings her hands and steps out of the bath
The mirror laughs and splits her in half

She looks around the room
At her carpeted tomb
Threw the phone on the floor
Left the keys in the door

Tell me when does life begin

She got in the car and looked up at the stars
And made a wish
She held her breath and considered death

And in the rearview mirror
She looked back on her reflection
She was a long way from she wanted to be
And a long way from perfection

Tell me when does life begin

She chickened out and she called triple-A
And told them the way
After she paid they fixed the car
She got on her way and she drove past the bar

Where no one bought her a drink at
She always though it was 'cause she was too fat
And now she knows those places blow
Or maybe it was her nose

Tell me when does life begin

Nothing to Write Home About

length: 3:15
producer: Butch Vig and Soul Asylum
mixer: Andy Wallace
composer: Dave Pirner
lyricist: Dave Pirner
Dear mother, what can I say
It's been so long since I went away
And yes, I miss the comforts of home
But I guess I'm better off on my own

No one told me people could be so cruel
Nobody told me about any of this in school
Still nobody understands the things that I don't understand

I've nothing to write home about
Nothing I have figured out
Still I have the same old doubts
Nothing to write home about

Dear John, that ain't my name
I'm just hangin' 'round to take the blame
I'm filled with guilt, I'm filled with shame
Too much or not enough it's all the same

And no one wants to talk about the loss
No one wants to talk about the cost
Every one just looks away, just like any other day

I've nothing to write home about
Nothing I have figured out
Still I have the same old doubts
Nothing to write home about

Who can teach me how to change my ways
Who will come and save the day
Who will tell me what to say
When there's nothing left to say

Nobody told me about any of this in school
No one told me I'd be taken for a fool
And everyone just looks away, and tries to make it through the day

I've nothing to write home about
Nothing I have figured out
Still I have the same old doubts
Nothing to write home about

I Did My Best

length: 3:45
producer: Butch Vig and Soul Asylum
mixer: Andy Wallace
composer: Dave Pirner
lyricist: Dave Pirner
Holed up in the dressing room without a dress
Kneeling at the confessional with nothing to confess
And I knew all about my surprise party
I was spoiled and depressed
Hey I acted surprised and I told lots of lies
Yes I did my best

Stop the truck at the truck stop, I need something to help me crash
Food stamps, checks and credits cards, but they only accepted cash
There was sweat beating on my brow
My heart was beating out of my chest
So I stole everything they couldn't give away
Yes I did my best

And I did the best that I could do
With all the mess that I've been through
What did you expect me to do
I did my best for you

I was waiting for a chain reaction with the missing link
Waiting for that trickle-down forever circling the sink
I was tired of being tired
I could not get no rest
So I kept sleep-walking and talking in my sleep
Yes I did my best

And I did the best that I could do
With all the mess that I've been through
What did you expect me to do
I did my best for you