Tara
My Sister
Forget Song
Strip Search
Summer Song
Ceilings
Wine
Just For You
Invisible
Marooned
Spirit
Hanging on a Thorn
She's got lovely, luscious hair, eyes that like to stare, smiles everywhere.
Her name is Tara.
She's got a lovely British face, I'm a basket case.
I can't keep up with her pace.
Her sister is my girlfriend.
She develops her own photographs.
Football bruises on her calves.
When I talk about her, everybody laughs.
Her sister is my girlfriend.
And, if I get amnesia and a brain transplant,
I won't forget the things I can't do and the things I can.
And, if I get amnesia and a brain transplant,
I'd fall in love with you except for the fact for the fact that I love your sister more.
Tara, Tara, Tara.
No makeup on her skin, artificial is a sin.
She makes my head spin, in a swivel.
Her dad collects antiques, her mom watches Twin Peaks.
With an English accent she speaks.
Her sister is my girlfriend.
She develops her own photographs.
Football bruises on her calves.
When I talk about her, everybody laughs.
Her sister is my girlfriend.
And, if I get amnesia and a brain transplant,
I won't forget the things I can't do and the things I can.
And, if I get amnesia and a brain transplant,
I'd fall in love with you except for the fact for the fact that I love your sister more.
Tara, Tara, Tara, oh.
Her name is Tara, oh no.
Her sister is my girlfriend, Tara, yeah, yeah.
19 years old, she leaves her family
Says she needs to find her identity
Nothing's in the way, not even finances
Before she gets too old she wants to take her chances
20 years old, she dates a big jock
She screams at everybody cause she don't know how to talk
Color contacts can't hide her brown eyes
Tight bicycle shorts can't hide her fat thighs
She can't decide where to go
She can't decide who to be
She can't decide who to trust
That's why she never trusts me
21 years old, and she is with child
Her man skips town and the bills are getting piled
She doesn't want anything out of proportion
She doesn't tell a soul about her abortion
22 years old, her man gets a porsche
And when she wasn't looking her parents got divorced
Her mother wasn't bad, her father wasn't either
They had their little moments, I guess you had to be there
What's to become of my sister?
23 years old, she drops out of school
Her heart is like a big car, runs out of fuel
Now she wants a kid, and so she gets married
Her wedding's like a funeral, everything is buried
24 years old, she settles out of court
Her ex doesn't pay any child support
She smokes a lot, drinks a lot, tries to kill the pain
of watching her marriage go down the drain
25 years old, she calls me up again
We talk about our childhood way back when
Our mom wasn't so bad, our father wasn't either
They had their lovely moments, I guess you had to be there
What's to become of my sister?
She was a feminist, now she's a man hater
The bite of bad love has teeth like an alligator
She forgets my first name, she forgets my last name.
When I look at her and she looks at me, we forget the world's pain.
She forgets to call me, she forgets to write me.
When I look at her and she looks at me, we forget to be angry.
She forgets my anniversary, she forgets my nationality.
She forgets that I fall in love with her flower child mentality.
Now I just can't resist her innocence when she forgets my first name.
(Spanish verse)
Olvida me nombre...
She forgets my anniversary, she forgets my nationality.
And, she forgets that I fall in love with her flower-child mentality.
I just can't resist her innocence when she forgets my first name.
She forgets my anniversary, she forgets my nationality.
And, she forgets to fall in love with her flower-child mentality.
I just can't resist her innocence when she forgets my first name.
Conscientiously I am lost.
The things you said went over my head.
Hopefully, the confusion in my soul won't gravitate up to my head.
But, I doubt it will make much sense before we run out of time.
So, let's just dance before we run out of wine.
Your great-grandparents died long ago.
And, you never met them.
What does that have to do with me?
It rained for the first time in a long time yesterday.
And, now its getting hotter today.
Carelessly, drunkedly from the trees the warm rain drips
Carelessly, drunkedly like "I love you's from your lips.
In New Orleans it's much more humid than I can stand.
But, I like Dixieland and the Neville Brothers.
But, I bet you're saying this story has nothing to do with you.
So, let's just talk before we run out of time.
Let's go for a swim before we run out of sunshine.
Let's dance before we run out of wine.
Don't worry, I'll get someone to drive you home.
Sometimes I wish I were invisible, I do.
Stroke your soft hair, and you'd think it was the wind blowing by.
Kiss your neck and you'd think it was the wing of a butterfly.
I'd steal bluebonnets of the side of highway 35.
But in reality, I'm as worthless as a dime in a jewlery store.
For bits and pieces of you, I'm a scavenger.
If your lips were money, you'd be Rockafeller.
That's why when you're gone dear, I'm so poor.
Baby when you're gone dear, I am so poor.
Sometimes I wish I were invisible, I do.
Then you'd never see me go crazy,
Go broke, go hungry over you.