The Lyrics
           "I was never your age"
                                Surreal (Jennifer's Song)

I pictured you like this
All blown away by a simple kiss
Your hanging on a limb
With emotion on a whim

Yeah!

My heart is on my sleeve
To hell with all the rules
Just a hopeless romantic, ya
Just one of those fools

(Chorus) And when I  hold you, it's
              And when I touch you, it's
              And when I love you, it's
              Surreal, so Surreal

They say it's fashion
But I've got the passion
To see you so satisfied
Is the on;y wish I have

Yeah!

My mouth is oh so dry
But my soul is oh so wet
I need to be with you
Your the best I've had yet

(Chorus)


                                              
Smalltown

We're happy little elves
Happy in every way
We love our little jobs
Every single day

We take the city bus to work
And pine away our time
If we're lucky we get a raise
But there's no reason or rhyme

(Chorus) It's your future, when you live in a small town
              It's your future, bag boy P.h.D.
              It's your future, when you live in a small town
              It's your future, bag boy P.h.D.

You can work at Beckers
Or pump gas down town
Clean cars for Russ Urling
Or pick stones for farmer Joe

It ain't easy living these days
And we all know that's true
But you got to be yourself ya
You gotta learn to break on through

(Chorus)

We're happy little elves
Happy in every way
We love our little jobs
Every single day

It ain't easy living these days
And we all know that's true
But you got to be yourself
You gotta learn to break on through

(Chorus)


                    
Sticky Stuff (A Close Encounter with Reality)

My popsicle is melting, my popsicle is melting
My popsicle is melting, and so is my soul

It's so sticky on my hands
It's so sticky on my face
Sugar water artificial colour, oh
My popsicle is melting all over me

Mother told me to be careful
Not to touch just any old thing
But I never took her too seriously
And now I'm paying the price

(Chorus) Soul is intangable, oh so they say
              Give me the intangable, I want it to stay
              Touch the intangable, hold on to dreams
              Nothing is real, Johnny so it seems

My popsicle is melting
Melting in the noon day sun
It's dripping on the pavement
Now I'll be paying for my fun

It's so sticky on my hands
It's so sticky on my face
Sugar water artificial colour
I'm no longer in the race

(Chorus)

My popsicle is melting, my popsicle is melting
My popsicle is melting, and so is my soul



                                        
Sex Camper Weekend

Judy looks up at me
With those big brown eyes
Tries to look into my heart
But it's no longer there

Been swallowed up whole
Yah, it's being digested
I don't know what's left
There's no answer to why

(Chorus) There's fun to be had
              Until the shit hits the fan
              Yah I'll be covering my back
              When the shit hits the fan

Sex Camper Weekend
Snow on the ground
It's just us kids yeah
There's no other sound

Judy looks into her heart
And gets the big picture
She knows silence is golden
And she'll keep her word

(Chorus)

Sex Camper Weekend, Sex Camper Weekend, Sex Camper Weekend

Judy looks up at me
With those big brown eyes
Tries to look into my heart
But it's no longer there

Judy looks into her heart
And gets the big picture
She knows silence is golden
And she'll keep her word

(Chorus)  And when the shit hits the fan
               We'll be covering our backs
                Yah when the shit hits the fan
                We won't be hung out on the rack

                There was fun to be had
                 But then the shit hit the fan
                With all this double talk and stuff
                They just don't understand



                                            
Nuthin' At All

I'm looking out my window
Not too much to do today
I see little Johnny Sinclair
And I watch him play

He must have been a good boy
Cause he's got a brand new toy
I'm gonna go over and take it!
I wanna stir up some shit

(Chorus)    I don't get it, I get nuthin'
                 I don't get it, I get nuthin' at all
                 Nuthin' at all

I'm back at my window
Wanna try something new
Little Johnny Sinclairs back out
He's still feeling kinda blue

His mother treats him well
Johnny never ever raises hell
I'm gonna show him what to do
Yeah, I'll make a bad boy outta you!


                                     
Fire (For Belinda)

Seething up from the cracks of decay
No longer caring what I do or say
I'm consumed by a hate I never knew
And all of this anger is directed at you

Once the flames have been fanned
The spite only grows in it's demand
Anger only breeds more of itself
My common sence is up on the shelf

(Chorus) It's a fire, burning hot
              I'm turning into something I'd rather not
              Consumed by fire, consumed by fire
              Fire!

The heat and passion consume me whole
And now I'm on a destruction roll
Nothing can stop what she's begun
I unleash my wrath on everyone

I'm no longer my normal self
I don't care about fame or wealth
There's only one thing on my mind
And I work myself into a deeper bind

(Chorus)

How did I ever get into this way?
What exactly was it that she had to say?
I never ever would have thought this was me!
Who is this hate monger that you see?

It's not me! It's not me! It's not me!
It's the fire!

(Chorus)


                                   
Sometimes, but not always

Sometimes, but not always, I will miss you
And sometimes, but not always, I will love you
It depends on the time of day
It depends on my shades of grey
On whether I need you, or not

Sometimes, but not always, I will long for you
And sometimes, but not always, I will lust for you
It depends on the time of week
It depends on if I turn the other cheek
On if I want you, or not

(Chorus) But you have to know, I'll not let you go
              And your freedom is mine
              And you must realize, for I sense it in your sighs
              Yes, your freedom is mine

Sometimes, but not always, I need to talk to you
And sometimes, but not always, I have to get away
It depends on my mood swings
It depends on how my soul stings
On whether I understand you, or not

Sometimes, but not always, I just want to hold you
And sometimes, but not always, I need to scold you
You say it depends on the weather
And I say to that "whatever"
As long as we can work as one

(Chorus)
           
All lyrics by Tom Ryerson, printed with permission by the Isis Music Group International and Mouton Music Canada. Songs administered by BMI in the USA and SOCAN for the rest of the world. Copyright 2006 Isis.