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Superchunk
Superchunk


Background information
Origin Chapel Hill, North Carolina, US
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) Matador Records
Merge Records
Website Website
Members
Mac McCaughan
Laura Ballance
Jon Wurster
Jim Wilbur
Former members
Chuck Garrison
Jack McCook



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Superchunk Album


Come Pick Me Up (08/10/1999)
08/10/1999
1.
So Convinced
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
Low Branches
7.
Pink Clouds
8.
Smarter Hearts
9.
10.
11.
Pulled Muscle
12.
13.
You Can Always Count On Me (In the Worst Way)
. . .

So Convinced

[No lyrics]

. . .


Walking up First in the sun
Avoiding everyone
When you come high into view
Over Bellevue
And those bricks begin to hum

Glass vibrates with the tone
You're nothing but alone
United nations glow with light
You're up all night
But this is no one's home

Sensing one way free
These canyons killing me
Well you dive then lift away
With the dying day
Falling from my feet

Hello hawk, come pick me up

When I saw your shadow
Blurry though it was
In the heat somehow I knew
It was you
Beating down the dusk

Grab us by the neck
I volunteer as prey
We could leaf the world in gold
If this muddy road
Would only wash away

Hello hawk, come pick me up

. . .


Fair skinned to pale, translucent
Soon I'll see right through
You warned me once
But its frightening to see the shape of you

Now you're knee deep in the sucking mud
Won't you toss me your glove again
You warmed this hand before
Last summer dancing

The mirror gets cursed
For what's reflected
So you disconnect it
Will you disconnect it

Now you're wrapped up like an onion in layers
Suckin on Bayers and shaking
The point is I can feel you
A funny elbow in my side

But in real life my calls go unfollowed
Medicine swallowed in secret
You can't beat it
When reports of your demise are correct

The mirror gets cursed
For what's reflected
So you disconnect it
You disconnect it

Now I'm forcing the issue
Wrappin loose ends in wet tissues
When you're ready
You'll reappear, wont you?

The mirror gets cursed
For what's reflected
So you disconnect it
You disconnect it
And it only gets worse
When you know you wrecked it
So you disconnect it

. . .


You finally pulled back when the world pulled your hair
Alone in the room with a question hangin
You left with your hand in the air, and it's still there

But your time(?) moves so fast
Twelve years old *someting* but you come in last
Had a mirror that would never lie
But i think it always pays to try

And everytime i saw you
You were trying so hard to explain
Broadcast failure
Now the plastic bowl its spinning down to drain

But you came through, you came through
When nobody expected you to
You came through, you came through
With all those narrowed eyes upon you
You came through, you came through

Now you wish you weighed a thousand pounds
So you could crush all those bullies and demons down
From your seat at the back of the bus
You're still waving back at us

And everytime i saw you
You were trying so hard to explain
Broadcast failure
Now your plastic bowl its spinning down to drain

But you came through, you came through
When nobody expected you to

. . .


Sometimes, sometimes when I'm out
Like a lion on the floor on the couch
I can feel the world slipping
Like the tossing of all the ships shipping

I've got a mind that races through the dark
Through your darker places
I've got a mind that races
Can you slow me down

Hold me all night
Give me good dreams
Carry on tides
Cause you know no extremes
Hold me all night
Give me good dreams

By the green light of the digital clock
Sound asleep, but the bed still spins and rocks
Turnin' over on my side, listen
Can you hear the sheets rippin'

I've got a mind that races through the dark
Through your darker places
I've got a mind that races
Can you slow me down

Hold me all night
Give me good dreams
Carry on tides
Cause you know no extremes
Hold me all night
Give me good dreams

Our love is so much stronger
Than all those little pills
Time never stands still
And our love never will

. . .

Low Branches

[No lyrics]

. . .

Pink Clouds

[No lyrics]

. . .

Smarter Hearts

[No lyrics]

. . .


There was a time I could keep up with you
When you were faithful and your compass true
But then an earwig loosened your last screw
Now you look at me like someone new, what's new?

You are a comet, when you streak close by
The radios get weak
And all your teeth glow when you speak
Your language shocking, yes, but sweet

And now you buzz yourself to sleep
You're just a tired honey bee
Would you do this thing for me
Land softly, yeah
Land softly, yeah
Land softly

These are the photos that I kept
That's me crumbling bereft
But you're still smiling on my left
So its not so serious as that
There was a time I would have laughed with you

And now you buzz yourself to sleep
You're just a tired honey bee
Would you do this thing for me
Land softly, yeah
Land softly, yeah
Land softly

. . .


Saw your picture with the interview
Almost missed it, it was hidden in the corner
Of the page, there were smiles all around it
You held your pen like you were born to
Sign your life away, not quite
But you were prepared to
Kiss the devil on the mouth
And now it scares you

I know your eyes are dry
I know, I know, its been dry

I'm hoping for the coolest showers in June
A bolt from the blue
A transfusion that might keep you from giving up

Who's the real sucker
When they create you and then hate you for surviving
No thanks to all the fair weather motherfuckers
Who thought that they could bury you with writing
Sign your life away, who cares?
And we'll be there to,
Pick you up when you come through
Because we care for you

I know your eyes are dry
I know, I know, its been dry

I'm hoping for the coolest showers in June
A bolt from the blue
A transfusion that might keep you from giving up

Don't give up

. . .

Pulled Muscle

[No lyrics]

. . .


Tiny bombs and bigger waves
Across your salty sea
Brace yourself or what the hell
Which one will it be?

Out of joy, and what's the point?
Is it ain't and drying paint
Mouth sounds, blood hounds, look what we've found
Some meaning on a scrap of tape
Are you burrowing through to some glowing core
Or shuffled off and side-tracked along the way
Breathing layers of paydirt and banner wavers
The clutter that is everyday

But tiny bombs and bigger waves
Across your once glassy sea
And what's it worth for a stupid song?
This is what, this is what haunts me

How honest can I be?

. . .

You Can Always Count On Me (In the Worst Way)

[No lyrics]

. . .


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