’90s “live”archives (continued) (6/19/2022)

A song about self-respect, one about hope, and another about boredom.
There are more definitive (i.e. much better) versions of “infinite potential” and “sheriff got married to a porn star” in the archives, but I decided that these were also worth preserving and sharing. I don’t think there is another recording of “you deserve more,” and it’s rare for me to use harmonics…must have been a phase I was going through. It’s kind of interesting.
lyrics:
“you deserve more”: I don’t want to hear about all those clowns you hang around with those fucking morons who treated you like dirt and you thought it was gold dust  and I don’t know if you deserve me or me you but I know you deserve more  let me out and I’ll show what I’m made of I’m not that different from what you’ve got in there  you shouldn’t believe what those bastards say they just want a piece of the action and I don’t know if you deserve me or me you but I know you deserve more   change your shirt and let’s get the hell out of here forget about the past let’s put that stuff behind us  I don’t want to hear about all those clowns you hang around with those fucking morons who treated you like dirt and you thought it was gold dust
“infinite potential”: behind you I can see the roller coaster and those tracks I used to be tied to and the fountain where the water’s gonna rise up and in the pebbles of your eyes I can see your infinite potential just smile and I got the power to fly away I got the power to stay just smile and I can see the angels in heaven just smile and I got a reason to keep on living and in the pebbles of your eyes I can see infinite potential and don’t you ever change my memory of this moment you’re infinite your infinite potential
“sheriff got married to a porn star”: heat wind blowing through the main street of this ghost town river’s run dry whiskey’s run dry what we need are some headlines like ‘the sheriff’s got married to a porn star’  what we need are some headlines I wake up every morning and I have dreams of tourists and designer drugs and of a general store not being generally closed and my heart not feeling like a rock

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