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Maroon

  1. Too Little Too Late
  2. Never Do Anything
  3. Pinch Me
  4. Go Home
  5. Falling for the First Time
  6. Conventioneers
  7. Sell, Sell, Sell
  8. Humour of the Situation
  9. Baby Seat
  10. Off the Hook
  11. Helicopters
  12. Tonight is the Night I Fell Asleep at the Wheel
  13. Hidden Sun


"I think the record ended up quite horny, so I'm excited by that."
-Ed Robertson (AOL Chat Sept 12, 2000)

Released: September 12, 2000
Producer: Don Was

Nominated: 2000 Grammy Best Pop Performance By A Duo Or Group With Vocal- "Pinch Me": 2001 Juno Best Single- "Pinch Me," 2001 Juno Best Songwriter (Steve and Ed) : 2001 MuchMoreMusic Award* - "Pinch Me," 2001 MuchMusic People's Choice*: Favourite Canadian Group - "Too Little Too Late," 2001 MuchMusic People's Choice*: Favourite Video By A Canadian- "Too Little Too Late"

Awards: Gold in US on October 17, 2000, Platinum in US on October 17, 2000 : 2001 Juno Best Album, 2001 Juno Best Group, 2001 Juno Best Pop Album

Following the monster success of Stunt, the ladies went back to US record their fifth studio album: Maroon. This time they went to Los Angeles; according to Steve, "You can get anything you want there" We said, next album, lets do it in a real studio somewhere, so we don't have to worry about it...Let's go somewhere where they've got the gear and if it breaks down, someone can fix it.1"

For the first time since Maybe You Should Drive, they gave up their co-producing credit and hired Don Was (of Was (Not Was) fame). Before he was brought on, Don went to one of their live shows in San Francisco and told them (according to Ed), "'Guys, I get it. I know what you're doing, and it's fucking great. I don't need to hear new songs; whatever you guys are doing next, I want to be involved.2"

The first pressing of Maroon contains the bonus, Kevin sung track "Hidden Sun." It starts right after Steve's opera note at the end of "Tonight is the Night I Fell Asleep at the Wheel." The song was written by Kevin while he was in the hospital recovering from Leukemia.

* the 2001 muchmusic awards were cancelled due to terrorist attacks in the US.

1"Brian Wilson covers Barenaked Ladies" By Paul Cantin. Jam! Showbiz, Monday, September 4, 2000
2"Older, Harrier, and Fatter, the Barenaked Ladies Return" by Gray Graff. CD Now, Oct. 28, 2000



Too Little Too Late
(Page/Robertson)

You say, "Why does everything revolve around you?"
You say, "Why does everything I do confound you?"
You say that I pulled the world from under you
You can't go through it this time

And I can be good, and I would - If I knew I was understood
And it'll be great, just wait - Or is it too little too late?

One day, this embarrassment will fade behind me
And that day I could think of things that won't remind me
But these days it's unbearable for both of us,
We can't discuss it this way

I'm gaining strength, trying to learn to pull my own weight
But I'm gaining pounds at the precipice of too late
Just wait

And I can be good, and I would - If I knew I was understood
And it'll be great, just wait - Or is it too little too late?

Record and play, after years of endless rewind
Yesterday wasn't half as tough as this time
This time isn't Hell,
Last time, couldn't tell
This mind wasn't well 
Next time, hope I'm...

Going to be good, and I would-
If I knew I was understood 
And it'll be great, just wait- 
Or is it too little too late?



Never Do Anything
(Page/Robertson)

Wiped out down the stairs
I'll bet you there's a song in there,
I'm not sure I'm prepared to write it down.
That guy should be me
I'd look much better on t.v.
Then the world would see
That I can do anything

I can be that
But soon you'll see that
I will never do anything.

Let's play tic-tac-toe
I'll play X, you can be the O.
Thoughts of turning pro 
Have crossed my mind
I could make a mint
Fill my pockets with more than lint
I'll give you a hint
It involves the "internet"

I can be that
But soon you'll see that
I will never do anything.

Don't write me off as an also ran
Just mark me down as an angry man
Got a big chip, you want a fat lip?
How 'bout a mouthful of Chiclets?
Life passed me by, but it's not my fault
I'll lick my wounds, could you pass the salt?
I can be that, but soon you'll see that
I will never do anything

If I were the king
All my subjects would dance and sing
They could kiss my ring
And kiss my ass
When I'm old and grey
I'll look back on my life and say
"Give me one more day,
And still I'll never do anything."

I can be that
But soon you'll see that
I will never do anything
I can be that
But soon you'll see that
I will never do anything



Pinch Me
(Page/Robertson)

Itís the perfect time of year 
Somewhere far away from here 
I feel fine enough I guess 
Considering everythingís a mess 
Thereís a restaurant down the street 
Where hungry people like to eat 
I could walk but Iíll just drive 
Itís colder than it looks outside 

Itís like a dream you try to remember but itís gone 
Then you try to scream, but it only comes out as a yawn 
When you try to see the world beyond your front door 
Take your time, 'cause the way I rhyme's 
Gonna make you smile 
When you realize that a guy my size might take awhile 
Just to try to figure out what all this is for 
Itís the perfect time of day 
To throw all your cares away 
Put the sprinkler on the lawn 
And run through with my gym shorts on 
Take a drink right from the hose 
Change into some drier clothes 
Climb the stairs up to my room 
And sleep away the afternoon 

Itís like a dream you try to remember but itís gone 
Then you try to scream, but it only comes out as a yawn 
When you try to see the world beyond your front door 
Take your time, 'cause the way I rhyme's 
Gonna make you smile 
When you realize that a guy my size might take awhile 
Just to try to figure out what all this is for

Pinch me, pinch me 'cause Iím still asleep 
Please God tell me that Iím still asleep 

On an evening such as this [Yo] 
Itís hard to tell if I exist [Yo, I exist]
If I Pack the car and leave this town 
Whoíll notice that Iím not around? 
I could hide out under there 
I just made you say underwear 
I could leave, but Iíll just stay 
All my stuffís here anyway 

Itís like a dream you try to remember but itís gone 
Then you try to scream, but it only comes out as a yawn 
When you try to see the world beyond your front door 
Take your time, 'cause the way I rhyme's 
Gonna make you smile 
When you realize that a guy my size might take awhile 
Just to try to figure out what all this is for



Go Home
(Page/Robertson)

Well let me tell you if you're feeling alone,
Instead of whining and moaning,
Just get on the phone, tell her you're coming home
If you need her, you should be there

If you scream in your sleep, or collapse in a heap
And spontaneously weep, then you know you're in deep
If you need her, you should be there
Go Home

There's nothing better than affairs of the heart
To make you feel so good then tear you apart
Make up your mind and stick it out or start again

You can't imagine what an effort it takes
When you make a mistake
And you know in the wake that a heart's going to break
If you need her, you should be there
If you're flummoxed and flushed
And your heartbeat is rushed
Then get out of the slush, Tell your dog team to mush
If you need her, you should be there
Go Home

If you think of her as Joan of Arc
She's burning for you, get your car out of park
If you think of her as Catherine the Great
Then you should be the horse to help her meet her fate
If you need her, you should be there,
Go Home

You can't believe it, but it's true
She's given everything to you
Now take a moment to be sure
Before you give it all to her
Well now you're thinking that it's over at last,
All your woes in the past
But you've got to be fast; put your foot on the gas
If you need her, you should be there
So now you're out from under the gun,
And it's over and done
I won't spoil all the fun but if you ever wonder
She'll be there if you need her
Go Home

If you're lucky to be one of the few
To find somebody who can tolerate you
Then I shouldn't have to tell you again
Just pack your bags and get yourself on a plane
If you need her, you should be there
Go Home



Falling for the First Time
(Page/Robertson)

I'm so cool, too bad I'm a loser
I'm so smart, too bad I cant get anything figured out
I'm so brave, too bad I'm a baby
I'm so fly, that's probably why it
Feels just like I'm falling for the first time

I'm so green, its really amazing
I'm so clean, too bad I can't get all this dirt off of me
I'm so sane, its driving me crazy
It's so strange, I can't believe it
Feels just like I'm falling for the first time

Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has it's cost
Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost
What if I lost my direction? What if I lost a sense of time?
What if I nurse this infection? Maybe the worst is behind
And it feels just like I'm falling for the first time

I'm so chill, no wonder it's freezing
I'm so still, I just can't keep my fingers out of anything 
I'm so thrilled to finally be failing
I'm so done, turn me over cause it
Feels just like I'm falling for the first time

Anything plain can be lovely,anything loved can be lost
Maybe I lost my direction, what if our love is the cost?
Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost
Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost
What if I lost my direction? What if I lost a sense of time?
What if I nurse this infection? Maybe the worst is behind



Conventioneers
(Page/Robertson)

You walked into the room
And the whole place stopped to notice
Standing next to you, I feel hopeless and you know this
I've never been ashamed of my attraction
I'd be happy if you gave me just a fraction
As we danced, I could see in your eyes
You and me as senior citizens in love

I Followed your perfume out away from all the rabble
Right up to your room for a drink and travel Scrabble
You, stationed in the warm glow of the t.v.
Too patient as I'm playing L1O1V4E1

And we laugh... and we laugh... and we laugh
And we have to or we'll end up in the bath

And now we're in the bath, I'm already thinking marriage
I know that in the past it was something I'd disparage
You turned down all the lights, I lit the candles
We rolled around in robes and hotel sandals
Then you slept, and I dressed, and I left
And I guess I'll see you Monday like before

Before all the fireworks exploded
Our conversations were so loaded, innuendo flying
Now what can we say?
Have a nice day
Looks like rain today...

Now I'm in a cab, heading back to my apartment
Everything is drab, and I wish it never started
Now I've landed in this awkward situation
How can I just avoid a conversation?
So I wait, come in late. It'd be great
If you transferred out of state



Sell, Sell, Sell
(Page/Robertson)

The credits roll, the camera pans
And in the mist our hero stands
He starts to speak, then folds his hands in prayer
An awkward pause, then what's my line?
There's nothing left to say this time
And what would you say to a bad guy who's not there?
In terms of Roman numerals,
He's IV league with Roman Polanski
He'd win an Oscar every time if he was only given the chance

He started on the Broadway stage
A product of another age,
An offer and a pilot drew him west
The series bombed, commercials came
And though nobody knew his name
They all recognized the potential he possessed
Deodorants and dental floss
And how much does that new car cost
His acting most methodical in You Don't Need A Medical
He's branded like a racing car,
He's like a movie star without movies.
The week of Independence Day
The casting agent called to say
Your smile could save our movie and the world

Buy buy buy buy
Sell sell sell
How well you learn
To not discern
Who's foe, and who is friend
We'll own them all in the end

It goes like this, we have no choice; the minarets,
The wailing voice
And vaguely Celtic music fills the air
We choose a foreigner to hate,
The new Iraq gets more irate
We really know nothing about them, and no one cares
Aladdin and the forty thieves
Enhanced by brand new special effects
Saddam and his cow disease spiced up
With some gratuitous sex
A movie's made, a war is wond
A low-speed chase, a smoking gun
Distracts us while the actor takes the stand

Buy buy buy buy
Sell sell sell
How well you learn
To not discern
Who's foe and who is friend
We'll own them all in the end



Humour of the Situation
(Page/Robertson)

When you walked in, I said with a grin
That we were just talking about you
We all had to lie because you would cry
If you knew we were laughing at you
In the momentary lull before the band begins to play
There's an overwhelming stench of alibi...

Come on now, now
Come on now, now
Enjoy the humour of the situation

I said on the phone "don't wait 'til I'm home"
But I'm sure I could hear you crying
I said where I was, but you doubt it because
It's the caller I.D. you're buying
In the hour that it took for me to drive up to the door
You'd arranged all my belongings on the lawn

Come on now, now
Come on now, now
Enjoy the humour of the situation

Have you heard the one about the boy
Who moved in to the henhouse to sleep?
He woke up with egg on his face
When he found out all the hens had crossed the street

As I walked out, I thought about all I had left behind me
I felt a chill because I was still
Wearing the emperor's new clothes
My mind was racing with each chance that I had missed
While your next door neighbour soaked me with the hose
I've never felt so small, I've never been so dissed
As I shiver, dripping, while the chorus goes:

Come on now, now
Come on now, now
Enjoy the humour of the situation



Baby Seat
(Duffy/Page)

You left Billy with the kid
And all the selfless things you did with Billy
You left your home town in the spring
And turned your back on everything
You thought your life would just go by
Without a pause to wonder, don't be silly

But you can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat

He came down from his retreat
She saw him later in the street
He said "You are the only one
to recognise that I'm the son"
So she bent down and kissed his feet
And that night between the sheets she told him

You can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat

40 days at sea
Then she turned and said to me
"If we make it back
I'll renounce Jack Kerouac
And all of that romantic crap
Like I'm an artist don't look back"

Now we're living somewhere else
We keep opinions to ourselves
But still we seek a sneaky peek at heaven
When the working week defeats us
If you think growing up is tough
Then you're just not grown up enough, baby

You can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat
You can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat



Off the Hook
(Page/Robertson)

All around the room your things are placed
And next to you he fills the space
And so it seems your saving grace is only saving face
The pictures of the two of you on holiday, on honeymoon
You thought that he was wanting you,
But he was only wanting you to
Let him off the hook

He was your imaginary friend,
You were partners 'til the end
Then something bends, and then it breaks, your worst mistake
Accepting enemies on bended knees; a litany of tragedies
You're vexed, it seems you're hexed and after sex he expects
You'll let him off the hook 'til
Something that you heard while you were sleeping left you
Shaken while he stirred. When you awaken you will 
Make him eat his words right off the hook
Hook and line, every time

The credit card receipts, the dirty sheets
Souvenirs of men who cheat
It all makes sense - with each offence
You wanted to believe him
He could get away with murder one,
And you would clean the smoking gun
With every crime, you bought each line,
But not this time, you'll make him
Eat his words 'cause

Something that you hear while you were sleeping left you
Shaken while he stirred
When you awaken you will
Make him eat his, make him eat his
Words while he's alone, 'cause you won't be around and
From now on the phone stays off the hook



Helicopters
(Page/Robertson)

This is where the helicopters came to take me away
This is where the children used to play

This is only half a mile away from the attack
This is where my life changed in a day,
And then it changed back
Buried in the din of rotor noise and close explosions
I do my best to synthesize the sounds and my emotions
This is where the allies bombed the school,
They say by mistake
Here nobody takes me for a fool, just for a fake
Later at the hotel bar, the journalists are waiting
I hurry back to my guitar while they're commiserating

And I'll be leaving soon
I'll be leaving soon

Just as soon as we were on the ground,
We were back in the jet
Just another three-day foreign tour we'd never forget
It's hard to sympathize with all this devastation
Hopping round from site to site like tourists on vacatio

And I'll be leaving soon
I'll be leaving soon

I can't help anyone 'cause everyone's so cold
Everyone's so skeptical of everything they're told
And even I get sick of needing to be sold

Though it's only half a month away, the media's gone
An entertaining scandal broke today, but I can't move on
I'm haunted by a story and I do my best to tell it
Can't even give this stuff away, why would I sell it?
Everybody's laughing, while at me they point a finger
A world that loves its irony must hate the protest singer

So I'll be leaving soon
I'll be leaving soon
I'll be leaving soon
I'll be leaving soon



Tonight is the Night I Fell Asleep at the Wheel
(Page/Robertson)

Driving home to be with you
The highway's dividing, the city's in view
As usual, I'm almost on time
You're the last thing that's on my mind
I wish I could tell you the way that I feel
But tonight is the night I fell asleep at the wheel

No commotion, no screaming brakes
Most of it's over before I awake
From the ceiling, my coffee cup drips
While out my window, the horizon does flips
The worst part was hitting the ground - 
Not the feeling so much as the sound
Can't help but wonder if all this is real
'Cause tonight is the night I fell asleep at the wheel

Rubberneck traffic and passersby
And Slow Motion Walter the fire engine guy
Stand around with their mouths open wide
I heard some idiot ask if someone's inside.
With the Jaws of Life they tried and they tried
Nobody here can know how I feel
'Cause tonight is the night I fell asleep at the wheel

I guess it's over now
Because I've never seen so much
Never seen so much, never seen
So much blood

In all the confusion, there's something serene
I'm just a posthumous part of the scene.
Now I'm floating above looking in
As the radio blares and wheels spin
I can see my face slump with a grin
And you... you're the last thing on my mind
You're the last thing on my mind
You're the last thing on my mind
You're the last thing on my



Hidden Sun
(Hearn)

Suddenly things become unsound
Stumbling on the shaky ground
Given arrows to shoot tornadoes down
Shoot them down, to the ground

Saw a falling leaf, a good luck jump to grab
Much to our surprise, a butterfly
Then it sunk in this enduration,
enduration in our lives

Inside ourselves
A hidden sun that burns and burns
But never does any harm to anyone

Shivering madly in the dark
Like an animal abandoned in the car park
And she held me and then she showed me the
Beauty of the human heart

Inside ourselves,
A hidden sun that burns, and burns
But never does any harm to anyone
A hidden sun that burns, and burns
But never does any harm to anyone,
anyone, oooh, anyone.

Hidden sun, Hidden Sun, etc..