Underneath (2001) The Verve Pipe (1999) Villains (1996) Pop Smear (1993) I've Suffered a Head Injury (1992) songs: barely if at all | drive you mild | villains | reverend girl | cup of tea | myself | the freshmen | photograph | ominous man | real | penny is poison | cattle | veneer barely if at all When my love complained, every word a breath on my last dandelion and so lovers will leave and their tears souvenirs for the very first time I searched the world reluctant to find a lover enthusiastic speak to me barely if at all When I was a boy, funny things water wings kept you confident a belly of wine, similar to keep yourself indifferent And I scraped the bargain basement bought a lover less than fantastic spoke to me barely if at all Taste perfume that burns my throat and i am free of envelope squeeze an instant out of me And she placed a hand between our lips how could anything be so precious she kissed me barely if at all And she, with her hand between our lips gave me what we now have in common she left me barely if at all (back to top) drive you mild And if I ever drive you mild, and suffering this open kiss and i'm barely juvenile When everyone is outrageous and I alone will be sleeping through the afternoon And if I ever drive your style, and suffering your day predicted with no ability to rile And every yawn is contagious and I alone will be sleeping through the afternoon I should drive you wild Ever drive you mild Ever drive you mild Ever drive you mild (back to top) villains I turned the volume up this morning till there was ringing in my ears i haven't felt this good in years Another villain on the cover of every major magazine the victim somewhere in between See how they twist and shout And as i'm searching for the story subscription card falls to the floor i'm losing interest more and more To pick it up i'm bending over out of the corner of my eye I see a pair of blazing thighs See how they twist and shout See how they twist and shout I straighten up to look her over and up my back a shooting pain it's bound to settle in my brain Another villain on the cover of every major magazine the victim somewhere in between See how they twist and shout See how they twist and shout (back to top) reverend girl Written by Brian Vander Ark © 1996 Sid Flips Music/EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP). Lyrics reprinted by kind permission We are for today we are for the moment We are a crusade but we are invalid 1 am rummaging stained my hands on her antique 2 am Reverend girl I am so indifferent I am whatever 3 am cellophane suffocates my favorite things 4 am The reverend girl seems that the more we're achieving, the less chance of leaving this world with a reverend girl Another lover wakes me head upon a window pane before the thunder shook us she could always smell the rain A year is dissipating another hail cannot disdain never mind the thunder now my lover smells like now my lover smells like now my lover smells like rain (back to top) cup of tea Written by Brian Vander Ark © 1996 Sid Flips Music/EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP). Lyrics reprinted by kind permission I'm visiting the ground's a little weathered where I stood right field in my neighborhood I was mostly last, always least dig it At graduation everyone will throw their hats into the sun then they'll drop like flies to the sea this is not my cup of tea And valerie the winter won't be keeping her around I'm nailing leaves to the ground but it feels like sand underneath dig it She's never letting me forget I've always been an idiot and at times like this I agree this is not my cup of tea Crash In a wrinkle of steel we are gone will my last breath be a yawn watching them sorting debris this is not my cup of tea (back to top) myself Written by Brian Vander Ark © 1996 Sid Flips Music/EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP). Lyrics reprinted by kind permission You never seen nobody as divine as she can see reflections in her own eyes an admission of desire, on a handsome afternoon is an ovation to her ego in her everyone is everything and everything is mine Ms. Marceau you don't need another, you'll always be your own hero myself Ms. Marceau you don't need another, you'll always be your own hero As if we're speaking in another language every word means I, me, mine every hello every good no escape to the life of the average it's an ovation to my ego in her everyone is everything and everything is mine We're very fortunate to have her here accounts are empty and my friends deserted long ago but she say that i'm okay, so i'm okay (back to top) the freshmen* When I was young I knew everything and she a punk who rarely ever took advice now i'm guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice I can't be held responsible cause she was touching her face I won't be held responsible she fell in love in the first place For the life of me I cannot remember what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise for the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins we were merely freshmen My best friend took a week's vacation to forget her his girl took a week's worth of valium and slept now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his head on the floor thinks about her now and how he never really wept he says We've tried to wash our hands of all of this we never talk of our lacking relationships and how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our heads on the floor we fell through the ice when we tried not to slip, we'd say (back to top) photograph Written by Brian Vander Ark © 1996 Sid Flips Music/EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP). Lyrics reprinted by kind permission If you want beautiful, pitiful, have me in a picture and if you want make me dance, throw me round spin upon your finger Blind labors the blind and I am unwilling to uncover my eyes And if you want take your time rifle through, find a very nice one if there's a crease in my face over time, there's plenty more where that came from Words, frozen, will thaw when I am wasted, I am better shut up and a frame is quite confining, hang me up...hang me up I'm in the photograph When i'm alone and the world is a fist, I am weightless a universe, gravitate, orchestrate, I am fearless and spin, the sky surrounding free from all the picture perfect and spin the sky surrounding, larger than life, meanwhile (back to top) ominous man Written by Brian Vander Ark © 1996 Sid Flips Music/EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP). Lyrics reprinted by kind permission I should be half a mile from here I will go anywhere she goes shoulder the bags of a previous lover I will go anywhere she goes sleep on the pillow that reeks of another A will of mine to be impressive i'm an amorous man I will go anywhere she goes travel whenever, whatever the distance The court deemed me to be offensive i'm an ominous man Once love is unanimous no order demands I should be half a mile from here The court deemed me to be obsessive i'm the ominous man jury reject the alibi's seemingly watertight for the ominous man I am the ominous man (back to top) real Written by Brian Vander Ark © 1996 Sid Flips Music/EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP). Lyrics reprinted by kind permission My sister had a nursery rhyme set of figurines she'd often let me play with them, i'd set 'em up in different scenes fifty plastic army men, led by superman destroyed the ranks of mother goose mary and her little Lamb slips away and catches sister getting real and I can too, as long as I don't make a sound When we were real we were in love with everyone and everything, I guess it was the beauty of bluebird clears his throat of phlegm and static singing operatic evening comes, and the butterflies are Bats eat the spider that had saddled up beside her and the dish, his lovin' spoon were never found and i'm taking flight seeking relief, the lure of handkerchief so white I chase it straight into the ground (back to top) penny is poison Written by A.J. Dunning and Brian Vander Ark © 1996 Nobble Breed Music/Sid Flips Music/EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP). Lyrics reprinted by kind permission. Blushing a cue for her falsities advantage is my only masterpiece Penny is poison but I don't mind Penny is poison but I don't mind Gardening malice for murderers flushes to me are the weeds to her We know who we are Starving the love of the marvelous I was the penny to previous (back to top) cattle Written by Brian Vander Ark © 1996 Sid Flips Music/EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP). Lyrics reprinted by kind permission. Boy there was a day an assortment of rhymes and waving, we rode that parade for awhile and everybody knew everybody Boy there was a day being lonely was hard and then your attention was never enough I don't really know anybody in love I don't want to know anybody in love And when the mouth is open grows a cancer everybody wins round and round and settle down, settle down Brand the herd of those who duplicate and crush the wind of those who deviate and ride the wave along the mitigated mile ride the wave along the mitigated mile (back to top) veneer Written by Brian Vander Ark © 1996 Sid Flips Music/EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP). Lyrics reprinted by kind permission. Thirteen miles on 31 are drying all along adopt-a-highway lay the empty cans of masquerade Thirteen miles on 31 are drying the sky is lavender with ivory clouds that threaten drops of finger-paints puddle jumping children clad in yellow raincoats splash the deeper purple of veneer Rows and rows of animals, their shiver skin is painted different shades and from grazing painted grass their teeth are stained the incandescent green indifferent they watch the rainfall steady blend their spots and run their stripes of veneer lovely ladies strip themselves of furs the winds require lovely ladies bathe themselves in technicolor mire lovely gentlemen At 85 on 31 i'm flying flying (back to top) LINER NOTES The Verve Pipe wishes to thank our families and friends for the opportunity and inspiration to do what we do - you're the reason we're here. To all at RCA, our VIP's, fans and those who have stood by us... there are too many for us to thank personally. You know who you are - many, many thanks for your belief and support. Produced by Jerry Harrison Mixed by Tom Lord-Alge *Produced and Mixed by Jack Joseph Puig Recorded at Studio D and The Plant/Sausalito, California Engineered by Kan Derfler Additional Engineering by Larry "Hot" Brewer Additional editing by Doug McKean Mixed at Room With A View/New York, New York and Encore Studios/Burbank, California with aissistance from Alvaro Alencar/Room With A View and Mauricio Iragorri/Encore "The Freshmen" produced and mixed by Jack Joseph Puig/Additional engineering by Jim Champaigne/Recorded at OceanWay Recording/Hollywood Mixed at Studio D Additional Engineering by Larry Brewer Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound/New York, New York A&R Direction: Brian Malouf All songs arranged by The Verve Pipe with Jerry Harrison except "The Freshmen" arranged by The Verve Pipe with Jack Joseph Puig Management: Doug Buttleman Management/The Fitzgerald Hartley Company Legal: Howard Abrams Booking: Fred Bohlander/Monterey Peninsula Artists Coordination: Jason Rio & Philip "Mac" Ward at LMNO Pop! Live Production: John "Boo" Bruey, Mark Allen & Jon Frazer Technical Assistance: Chris Buttleman (Guitars) Creative Direction: Douglas Biro/Ria Lawerke Art Direction/Design: Sean Mosher-Smith Bird Photography: slow HEARTH Band Photography: Aldo Mauro (back to top) Copyright © 2001 The Verve Pipe. All rights reserved.