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Pearl Jam
Pearl Jam


Background information
Origin Seattle, Washington, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Grunge
Years active 1990—present
Label(s) Epic Records
Universal
J Records
Associated acts Red Hot Chili Peppers
Neil Young
Soundgarden
Temple of the Dog
Mad Season
Green River
Bad Radio
Mother Love Bone
Brad
Hovercraft
Wellwater Conspiracy
Three Fish
The Rockfords
Website Website
Members
Eddie Vedder
Mike McCready
Stone Gossard
Jeff Ament
Matt Cameron
Former members
Jack Irons
Dave Krusen
Matt Chamberlain
Dave Abbruzzese



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Pearl Jam Album


Live At Benaroya Hall (07/27/2004)
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Oh he deals em off, off the top, ties em off
Fills it up, with his past, gets carried away
Oh half his life, a hand me down, wasted away
Of he fills it up, with the love, of a girl
Oh he left it alone, drilled the pain, with money to buy
How he makes his getaway
How he makes his getaway
Oh he chose a path, heavy the fall, quarter to four
Fills his night, with the thought, of a girl
How he makes his getaway
How he makes his getaway

. . .


(Ament)

Clouds roll by.
"Reeling," is what they say.
Or is it just my way?
Wind blows by.

Low light. Sidetracked. Low light.
Can't see my tracks your scent way back.

Can I be here all alone?
Clear a path to my home.
Blood runs dry.

Books and jealousy tell me wrong.
I will feel calm.
Poise blows by.

Low light. Car crash. Low light.
Can wear my mask. Your first my last.

Voice goes by.
Two birds is what they'll see getting lost upon their way.
Wind rolls by.

Low light. Eye sight. Low light.
I need the light. I'll find my way from wrong.
What's real? The dream I see.

. . .



I have not been home since you left long ago 
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven 
counting steps, walking backwards on the road 
I'm counting my way back to heaven 
I can't be free with what's locked inside of me 
if there was a key, you took it in your hand
there's no wrong or right, but I'm sure there's good and bad 
the questions linger overhead 
no matter how cold the winter, there's a springtime ahead 
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven 
I wish that I could hold you 
I wish that I had 
thinking 'bout heaven 
I let go of a rope, thinking that's what held me back 
and in time I've realized, it's now wrapped around my neck 
I can't see what's next, from this lonely overpass 
hang my head and count my steps, as another car goes past 
all the rusted signs we ignore throughout our lives 
choosing the shiny ones instead 
I turned my back, now there's no turning back 
no matter how cold the winter, there's a springtime ahead 
I smile, but who am I kidding? 
I'm just walking the miles, every once in a while I'll get a ride 
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven 
thumbing my way back to heaven 
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven...

. . .


Gossard

There's a light, when my baby's in my arms.
There's a light, when the window shades are drawn.
Hesitate when I feel I may do harm to her.
Wash it off cause this feeling we can share.
And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.

Byzantine is reflected in our pond.
There's a cloud, but the water remains calm.
Reaching in the suns fingers clutch the dawn to pass.
Even out, it's a precious thing to bear.
And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.
Yes I know she's reached my heart in thin air.

It's not in my past to presume.
Love can keep on moving in both directions.
How to be happy and true is quest we're taking on together.

Take it on, on, on, on, on.
Take it on, on, on, on, on.

There's a light when my baby's in my arms.
And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.
And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.
And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.
Yes I know she's reached my heart.

. . .



How good is he?
how warm are his eyes
you'll see it's not a reprise
there he arrived
too late and too tethered away
to put on his suit and his tie

how good is he?
how warm is his heart
or ego telling him which place to park
did he relate, the message is clearly hardly
grounds for dismissal outright
grounds for dismissal outright

i wake up and wait up
when anger's in fashion
i wake up and wait up
it echoes through the mansions
i wake up and wait up
when april's in may, oh uh oh
i wake up and wait up
the answers are fatal
the answers are fatal

when i wait up and wake up
the answers are fatal

if he's truly out of sight
is he truly out of mind?

. . .


Ament

Don't feel like home. He's a little out.
And all these words elope. It's nothing like your poem.
Putting in. Inputting in. Don't feel like methadone.
A scratching voice all alone it's nothing like your baritone.

It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home.
The little that he sees. Is nothing he concedes. It's home.

One uninvited chromosome. A blanket like the ozone.

It's nothing as it seems. All that he needs. It's home.
The little that he frees is nothing he believes.

Saving up a sunny day. Something maybe two tone.
Anything of his own. A chip off the corner stone.
Who's kidding? Rainy day. A one way ticket headstone.
Occupations overthrown. A whisper through a megaphone.

It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home.
The little that he sees is nothing he concedes. It's home.
And all that he frees. A little bittersweet. It's home.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that you see it's home.

. . .



Tidal waves don't beg forgiveness
Crashed and on their way
Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away
A snowflake falls in may.
And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.

Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend
Old men comprehend.

And the sky breaks at dawn; shedding light upon this town
They'll all come ‘round
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
G'bye for now.

And the road
The old man paved
The broken seems along the way
The rusted signs, left just for me
He was guiding me, love, his own way
Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow
As the curtain comes down

. . .


(Abbruzzese, Ament, Gossard, McCready, Vedder)

Vacate, is the word.
Vengeance has no place so near to her.
Cannot find the comfort in this world.
Artificial tear. Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers?
Vulnerable. Wisdom can't adhere.

A truant finds home, and a wish to hold on but there's a trapdoor in the sun.
Immortality.

As privileged as a whore.
Victims in demand for public show.
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door.
Holier than thou. How? Surrendered, executed, anyhow.
Scrawl dissolved. Cigar box on the floor.

A truant finds home, and I wish to hold on too, but saw the trapdoor in the sun.
Immortality.

I cannot stop the thought of running in the dark.
Coming up a which way sign.
All good truants must decide.
Oh, stripped and sold mom.
An auctioned forearm and whiskers in the sink.
Truants move on, cannot stay long.
Some die just to live...
Ohh...

. . .


(Vedder)

1, 2, 1, 2...
Know a man. His face seemed pulled and tense.
Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds.
So I approach with tact.
Suggest that he should relax, but he's always moving much too fast.

Said he'll see me on the flipside of this trip he's taking for a ride.
He's been taking too much on.
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes.
There he goes.

He's yet to come back but I see his picture.
It doesn't look the same up on the rack.
We go way back.

I wonder about his insides.
It's like his thoughts are too big for his size.
He's been taken, where I don't know.
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope.
There he goes.

And now I rub my eyes for he has returned.
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned.
For he still smiles. And he's still strong.
Nothing's changed but the surrounding bullshit. That has grown.
And now he's home and we're laughing like we always did my same old, same old friend.
Until a quarter to ten. I saw the strain creep in.
He seems distracted and I know just what is going to happen next.
Before his first step he is off again.

. . .


(Vedder)

I'm wishing you all well.
Mind a peace within your cell.
Covers up I cast you off.
I'll be watching as you breathe.
I lie still, you move, I send you off around the bend.

I hold your head deep in my arms.
My fingertips they close your eyes.
Off you dream my little child.
There's a sun around the bend. (x2)

All evenings close like this.
All these moments that I've missed.
Please forgive me, won't you dear?
Please forgive and let me share with you around the bend.

You're an angel when you sleep.
How I want your soul to keep on, and on, around the bend.

. . .



I believe in miracles...
I believe in a better world for me and you...
[2X]

I will get by...[3X]
I will survive...
Survive...[3X]
I will get by...[3X]

. . .


Vedder, Ament

Routine was the theme. He'd wake up wash and pour himself into uniform.
Something he hadn't imagined being.
As the merging traffic passed he found himself staring down at his own hands.
Not remembering the change. Not recalling the plan. Was it?

He was okay but wondering about wandering.
Was it age by consequence or was he moved by sleight of hand?

Mondays were made to fall. Lost on a road he knew by heart.
It was like a book he read in his sleep. Endlessly.
Sometimes he hid in the radio watching other pull into their homes.
While he was drifting.

On a line of his own. Off the line of the side. Bye the by.
As dirt turned to sand. As if moved by sleight of hand.

When he reached the shore of his clip on world he resurfaced to the norm.
Organized his few things. His coat and keys.
And he knew realizations would have to wait.
Till he had more time. More time.

A time to dream to himself. He waves goodbye to his self.
I'll see you on the other side.
Another man moved by slight of hand.

. . .



It's a hopeless... situation
And I'm starting to believe
That this hopeless... situation
Is what I'm trying to achieve

But I try
To run on
Towards
All or none,... all or none

Here's the selfless confession
Leading me back to war
Can we help that,.. our destinations
Are the ones we've been before

I still try
To run on
Towards all
Or none,... all or none

To myself I... surrender
To the one I'll never please

I still try,.. to run on
But I still try,.. to run on
But it's
All or none,... all or none.

. . .


(Vedder)

Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking home.
I'll take a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb.
I'll make a right, after the arches, stinking grease and bone.
Stopped at the supermarket people stare like I'm a dog.

I'm going to Lukin's.
I've got a spot at Lukin's.
I knocked the door at Lukin's.
Open the fridge. Now I know life is worth.

I found the key but I return to find an open door.
Some fucking freak who claims I fathered, by rape, her own son.
I find my wife, I call the cops, this days work's never done.
The last I heard that freak was purchasing a fucking gun.

. . .


Vedder

Behind her eyes there's curtains and they've been closed to hide the flames. Remains.
She know their futures burning but she can smile just the same. Same.
And though her mood is fine today there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.

Standing like a statue. A chin of stone a heart of clay. Hey.
And thought he's too big a man to say there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.

Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away.
Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away.

. . .



Down. Fall by the wayside no getting out.
Down. Cry me a river dried up and dammed.
The names can be changed but the place is still the same.
I am loaded. Told that all's for naught. Holds me down.

Rise. Life is in motion. I'm stuck in line.
Rise. You can't be neutral on a moving train.
One day the symptoms fade. Think I'll throw these pills away.
And if hope could grow from dirt like me. It can be done.

Won't let the light escape from me.
Won't let the darkness swallow me.


. . .



I wanna shake
I wanna wind out
I wanna leave
This mind and shout

I've lived
All this life
Like an ocean
In disguise
I don't live for
Ever
You can't keep
Me here

I wanna race
With the sundown
I want a last breath

Forgive
Every being
The bad feelings
It's just me
I won't wait
For answers
You can't keep
Me here

I wanna rise
And say goodnight
Wanna take
A look on the other side

I've lived
All those lives
It's been wonder
Full at night
I will live for
Ever
You can't keep
Me here

. . .


(Vedder)

Sailing on my every step. Inching off of the earth.
Is magnified by the things I've done.
The thing that I've become.

Every lift of my hand. Coffee cup up, and back.
Is magnified by the things I've done. The things I've seen. the things I've caused.

I'm a dead man walking.

The hammer that I once brung down now hovers over me.
Cast a shadow across, onto me.

The hallways are all mocking me.
What I've become they're all mocking me.

I'm a dead man walking. A dead man walking. A dead man walking.
I'm a dead man walking. Dead man walking. Dead man walking.

. . .



Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
You that build the death place, you that build all the guns
You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
I just want you to know, I can see through your masks

You that never done nothing, but to build and destroy
You play with my world, like its your little toy
You put a drug in my head, then you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run following the fast foolish lie

Like Judas of old, you lie and deceive
A world war can be won, you won't need to believe
But I see through your eyes, and I see through your brain
Like I see through the water that runs down my drain

You that fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion, while young people's blood
Flows out their bodies and is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled
The fear to bring children, into this world
For threatenin' my baby, unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

How much do I know, to talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question, is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could?
Oh, I think you will find, when your death takes its toll
All the money you made will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die, and your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket, in the pale afternoon
And I'll watch as your lowered, into your deathbed
And I'll stand on your grave till I'm sure that your dead

. . .


(Vedder, Gossard)

Hey ooh.
Sheets of empty canvas.
Untouched sheets of clay were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul. As the earth to the sun.
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn.
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything.
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore.

And now my bitter hands shade beneath the clouds of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black. Tattooed every day.

I take a walk outside. I'm surrounded by some kids at play.
Oh, I can feel their laughter. Oh, so why do I sear?
Ooh, and twisted thoughts that spin around my head.
I'm spinning. Oh, I'm spinning.
How quick the sun can drop away.

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black. Tattooed everything.
All the love gone bad turned my world to black.
Tattooed all I see. All that I am. All I'll be. Yeah.

Uh huh... Uh huh... Ooh.
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life.
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky but why, why, why can't it be, oh, can't it be mine?
Oh... Ohh yeah oh.
Do do do do do do do (x20 total) Yeah... Yeah...
Hi. (x6)
Yeah. (x3)

. . .



She lived on the curve of the road, in an old, tar-paper shack
On the south side of the town, on the wrong side of the tracks
Sometimes on the way into town we'd say:
'Mama, can we stop and give her a ride?'
Sometimes we did, but her hands flew from her side
Wild eyed, crazy Mary

Down a long dirt road, past the Parson's place
That old blue car we used to race
Little country store with a sign tacked to the side
Said 'No L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G Allowed'
Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around (3x)

One night thunder cracked, mercy backed outside her windowsill
Dreamed I was flying high above the trees, over the hills
Looked down into the house of Mary
Terrible thoughts, newspaper-covered walls, and Mary rising above it all

Next morning on the way into town
Saw some skid marks and followed them around
Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary
That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway (2x)
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around (3x)

. . .



They're buildin' the gallows outside my cell.
I got 25 minutes to go.

And in 25 minutes I'll be in Hell.
I got 24 minutes to go.

Well, they give me some beans for my last meal.
23 minutes to go.

And you know... nobody asked me how I feel.
I got 22 minutes to go.

So, I wrote to the Gov'nor... the whole damned bunch.
Ahhh... 21 minutes to go.

And I call up the Mayor, and he's out to lunch.

I got 20 more minutes to go.

Well, the Sheriff says, "Boy, I wanna watch you die".
19 minutes to go.

I laugh in his face... and I spit in his eye.
I got 18 minutes to go.

Well...I call out to the Warden to hear my plea.
17 minute to go.

He says, "Call me back in a week or three.
You've got 16 minutes to go."

Well, my lawyer says he's sorry he missed my case.
Mmmm....15 minutes to go.

Yeah, well if you're so sorry, come up and take my place.
I got 14 minutes to go.

Well, now here comes the padre to save my soul
With 13 minutes to go.

And he's talkin' about burnin', but I'm so damned cold.
I got 12 more minutes to go.

Now they're testin' the trap. It chills my spine.
I got 11 minutes to go.

'Cuz the goddamned thing it works just fine.
I got 10 more minutes to go.

I'm waitin' for the pardon... gonna set me free
With 9 more minutes to go.

But this ain't the movies, so to hell with me.
I got 8 more minutes to go.

And now I'm climbin up the ladder with a scaffold peg
With 7 more minutes to go.

I've betta' watch my step or else I'll break my leg.
I got 6 more minutes to go.

Yeah... with my feet on the trap and my head in the noose...
5 more minutes to go.

Well, c'mon somethin' and cut me loose.
I got 4 more minutes to go.

I can see the mountains. I see the sky.
3 more minutes to go.

And it's too damned pretty for a man to die.
i got 2 more minutes to go

I can hear the buzzards... hear the crows.
1 more minute to go.


. . .


(Abbruzzese, Ament, Gossard, McCready, Vedder)

(You guys ready)

Alone, listless. Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room.
Young girl, violence. Center of her own attention.
The mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it.
Tries to make her proud.
The shades go down. It's in her head.
Painted room. Can't deny there's something wrong.

Don't call me daughter. Not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me daughter. Not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me...

She holds the hand that holds her down.
She will rise above. Ooh... Oh.

Don't call me daughter. Not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me daughter. Not fit to be.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me daughter. Not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me daughter. Not fit to be.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me...
The shades go down. (x2)
The shades go... Go... Go...

. . .


(Vedder, McCready, Ament)

Unsealed on a porch a letter sat.
Then you said, "I wanna leave it again."
Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand. And on the sand I wanna leave it again. Yeah.
On a weekend I wanna wish it all away, yeah.
And they called and I said that "I want what I said" and then I call out again.
And the reason oughta' leave her calm, I know.
I said "I know what I wear not the boxer or the bag."

Ah yeah, can you see them out on the porch? Yeah, but they don't wave.
But I see them round the front way. Yeah.
And I know, and I know. I don't want to stay.
Make me cry...

I see... Ooh I don't know why there's something else.
I wanna drum it all away...
Oh, I said, "I don't, I don't know whether I was the boxer or the bag."

Ah yeah, can you see them out on the porch? Yeah, but they don't wave.
But I see them round the front way. Yeah.
And I know, and I know. I don't wanna stay at all.
I don't wanna stay. Yeah.
I don't wanna stay. (x2)
I don't... Don't wanna, oh... Yeah. Ooh... Ohh...

. . .


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