Make your own free website on Tripod.com
Tragic Kingdom

Spiderwebs
Written By:Gwen Stefani, Tony Kanal
Steel drum by Stephen Perkins
Time:4:28

You think that we connect
That the chemistry's correct
Your words walk right through my ears
Presuming I like what I hear

And now I'm stuck in the web
You're spinning
You've got me for your prey...

Sorry I'm not home right now
I'm walking into spiderwebs
So leave a message
And I'll call you back
A likely story, but leave a message
And I'll call you back

You take advantage of what's mine
You're taking up my time
Don't have the courage inside me
To tell you please just let me be

Communication, telephonic invasion
I'm planning my escape...

CHORUS

And it's all your fault
I screen my phone calls
No matter who calls
I gotta screen my phone calls

Now it's gone too deep
You wake me in my sleep
My dreams become nightmares
'Cause you're ringing in my ears

CHORUS

Excuse Me Mr. Written By:Gwen Stefani, Tom Dumont Time:3:04 I'm like a beggar with no luck I'm holding signs up On your streetcorner stops Like most you try not to see me You stare straight ahead Ignore the responsibility Excuse me... excuse me Mr. I've been waiting in line And I'd like to buy some of your time I'm very anxious, eager, willing, What's your billing? So please excuse me Mr. You've got things all wrong You make it feel like a crime So don't confuse me Mr. I've known you too long All I need is a little of your time For most love comes for free They don't pay the high cost Of mental custody I'll pay bail for a guarantee Please make space for me In the time yet to be Excuse me... excuse me Mr. I've been waiting in line And I'd like to buy time Some of your time I've been saving up my life, What's your price? CHORUS What should I do I'm about to crack And there's a force That comes over me It's almost as if I'm tied to the tracks And I'm waiting for him To rescue me The funny thing is He's not going to come He's not going to find me This is a matter of fact The desire you lack This is the way I guess it has to be... A little of your time I need a little of your time Please, a little of your time CHORUS I'm in line to buy time I'm in line to buy time
Just a Girl Written By:Gwen Stefani, Tom Dumont Additional Keyboards by Matthew Wilder Time:3:29 Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Don't let me out of your sight I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh... I've had it up to here! The moment that I step outside So many reasons For me to run and hide I can't do the little things I hold so dear 'Cause it's all those little things That I fear 'Cause I'm just a girl, I'd rather not be 'Cause they won't let me drive Late at night I'm just a girl, Guess I'm some kind of freak 'Cause they all sit and stare With their eyes I'm just a girl, Take a good look at me Just your typical prototype Oh... I've had it up to here! Oh... am I making myself clear? I'm just a girl I'm just a girl in the world... That's all that you'll let me be! I'm just a girl, living in captivity Your rule of thumb Makes me worry some I'm just a girl, what's my destiny? What I've succumbed to Is making me numb I'm just a girl, my apologies What I've become is so burdensome I'm just a girl, lucky me Twiddle-dum there's no comparison Oh... I've had it up to! Oh... I've had it up to! Oh... I've had it up to here.
Happy Now? Written By:Gwen Stefani, Tom Dumont, Tony Kanal Time:3:43 You had the best But you gave her up 'Cause dependency might interrupt Idealistic will so hard to please Put your indecisive mind at ease You broke the set Now there's only singles There's no looking back This time I mean it Are you happy now? How is it now? Are you happy now? Are you happy? The uncertainty you had of me Brought clouded shady company The tenderness habitual A seldom-fading ritual You killed the pair Now only one is breathing There's no looking back This time I mean it CHORUS No more leaning on your shoulder I won't be there, no more bother If you feel you just might want me That's too bad, I'm not that easy The contemplator all those years Now you must adhere To your new career of liberation You've been cast all by yourself You're free at last You broke the set Now there's only singles There's no looking back This time I mean it CHORUS You're by yourself, All by yourself You have no one else, You're by yourself
Different People Written By:Eric Stefani, Gwen Stefani, Tony Kanal Additional Saxaphone By Gerard Boisse Time:4:34
Things can be broken down In this world of ours You don't have to be a famous person Just to make your mark A mother can be an inspiration To her little son Change his mind, his thoughts, his life, Just with her gentle hum So different, yet so the same Two sister's only have their parents to blame It's rare that two can get along But when the do, they're inseparable Such a blessing comes to few The sky is full of clouds and My world's full of people All different kinds with different ways It would take a lifetime to explain Not one's exactly the same He and she, two different people With two serparate lives Then you put the two together And get a spectacular surprise 'Cause one can teach the other one What she doesn't know While still the other fills a place inside He never knew had room to grow CHORUS Once in a while I sit back And think about the planet Most of the time I trip on it To kick back and think about How massive it all is And how many others are on it I often think about the world In which I live today, of animals and plants And nature's gifts set on display But the most amazing thing That I've seen in my time Are all the different people And all their different minds And different ways It would take a lifetime to explain Not one's exactly the same So many different people So many different kinds So many different people So many different kinds Look at me, I'm a person Look at me, I'm my own person So many different people So many different kinds For better or for worse, different people

Hey You Written By:Gwen Stefani, Tony Kanal Sitar By:Aloke DasGupta Additional Keyboards By:Matthew Wilder Time:3:34
Hey you with the wedding dress on Made of white chiffon blowing in the wind Hey you with the dreams in your head You've been so mislead by your heart's pull I know your waiting for your ship to come in You anxiously wait for such a long time You're just like my Ken and Barbie Doll You dress up and play the game You're just like my Ken and Barbie Doll Your name will never change Hey you with your eyes full of hope You think you can rope your desire Hey you, you naive thing Your patience in time will tire I know you're waiting for your tide to roll in How did you ever get such high hopes? CHORUS You're just like my Ken and Barbie Doll In a plastic world of make believe You're just like my Ken and Barbie Doll You know he's gonna leave

The Climb Written By:Eric Stefani Additional Saxaphone By:Gerard Boisse Time:6:37
Step by step I come closer to reaching the top Every step must be placed so that I don't fall off Looking down to see about how much higher I am Another cool wind comes through, brushes my skin The harder I push the tension does grow I gather my thoughts the further and further I go With some luck I just might keep on climbing So better to climb than to face a fall So high the climb Can't turn back now Must keep climbing up to the clouds So high the climb Can't turn back now Must keep climbing up to the clouds Pulling myself up by a rope I better my view The only thing in sight is what I must do As I turned I could see myself falling Which in turn gave me strength for the climb CHORUS Although many failed I must now prevail with no question Have no time to stop Onward to the top of the mountain And I can't turn back now Its so very high but I can't turn back now If I keep it up, I'm gonna make it I'm so very close can't you see CHORUS I'm getting closer...

Sixteen Written By:Gwen Stefani, Tony Kanal Cello By:Melissa Hasin Time:3:21 You've been a juvenile With a dolphin smile With no elbow room With your body in bloom You've had your little backyard Protected by big walls You didn't dare look over 'Cause you've been too small Now you're finally sixteen And you feelin' old But they won't believe That you got a soul 'Cause you're only sixteen And you're feeling real But you can't seem to cop a feel Why do they have to force us Through this metamorphose Little butterfly No matter how you try You'll be segregated You're gonna be closed off You're callow and you're green 'Cause you're caught between You're only sixteen Try to cross the line But your little wings are intertwined You're only sixteen And you're such a tease And there's nothing you do That can really please "These children They're not really bad most of them They're just products Of rotten neighborhoods And bad family situations" You know you can't forsake it So sit back and take it You see you're just not ripe So don't try and fight that You're only sixteen You wanna catch a peek But they look at you Like you're such a freak Well you're only sixteen With a lot to say But they won't give you The time of day You're only sixteen! You're only sixteen! You're just sixteen!! You poor little thing.

Sunday Morning Written By:Tony Kanal, Gwen Stefani, Eric Stefani Time:4:33 Sappy pathetic little me That was the girl I used to be You had me on my knees I'd trade you places any day I'd never thought you could be that way But you looked like me on Sunday You came in with the breeze On Sunday morning You sure have changed since yesterday Without any warning I thought I knew you I thought I knew you I thought I knew you well... so well You're trying my shoes on for a change They look so good but fit so strange Out of fashion, so I can complain CHORUS I know who I am, but who are you? You're not looking like you used to You're on the other side of the mirror So nothing's looking quite as clear Thank you for turning on the lights Thank you, now you're the parasite I didn't think you had it in you And now you're looking like I used to! You came in with the breeze On Sunday morning You sure have changed since yesterday Without any warning And you want me badly You cannot have me I thought I knew you But I've got a new view I thought I knew you well... oh well

Don't Speak Written By:Eric Stefani, Gwen Stefani Cello By:Melissa Hasin Time:4:23 You and me We used to be together Every day together always I really feel I'm losing my best friend I can't believe This could be the end It looks as though you're letting go And if it's real, Well I don't want to know Don't speak I know just what you're saying So please stop explaining Don't tell me 'cause it hurts Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons Don't tell me 'cause it hurts Our memories They can be inviting But some are altogether Mighty frightening As we die, both you and I With my head in my hands I sit and cry CHORUS It's all ending I gotta stop pretending who we are... You and me I can see us dying ... are we? CHORUS

You Can Do It Written By:Gwen Stefani, Eric Stefani, Tom Dumont, Tony Kanal Saxaphone By:Bill Bergman Trumpet By:Les Lovitt Baritone Sax By:Greg Smith Trombone By:Nick Lane Time:4:13 Since you've been gone Since you've been unglued It's hard to figure out Your next move One minute here the next you're gone Let's make an end To this sad, sad song For you it's hard to take 'Cause the pill has an awful taste Just open up and swallow down Once it hits bottom Things may turn around Unfortunately this is the case You've got to catch up And win the race Straighten yourself out... You can do it One minute here The next you're gone Let's make an end To this sad, sad song They can't understand That you mean to do good I guess you could say You're misunderstood I know you're meaning well But you've been shot to hell Just come back and join us now 'Cause I know you know how CHORUS I know it seems They're messing with your mind But you don't have to go Forward blind So let the bygones be bygone And let's make an end To this sad, sad song CHORUS