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Stunt

  1. One Week
  2. It's All Been Done
  3. Light Up My Room
  4. I'll be that Girl
  5. Leave
  6. Alcohol
  7. Call & Answer
  8. In the Car
  9. Never is Enough
  10. Who Needs Sleep?
  11. Told You So
  12. Some Fantastic
  13. When You Dream
  14. She's on Time*
  15. Long Way Back Home*

* (found on limited edition)


"We hoped to make a good all-purpose, summer kind of record. The kind you just put on and like. I think that's what everybody tries to do, but I think we REALLY tried."
-Steven Page ("Barenaked Ladies become Stunt Men" by Stephen Cooke, Halifax Herald, June 29th, 1998)

Released: July 7, 1998
Producer: Susan Rogers, David Leonard and Barenaked Ladies

Nominated: 1998 Grammy for Best Pop Performance By A Duo Or Group With Vocal - "One Week"

Awards: Gold in US on August 19, 1998, Platinum in US on August 19, 1998, Double Platinum on October 22, 1998, Triple Platinum on December 18, 1998, Quadruple Platinum on September 9, 1999: Juno 1999 Group of the Year, Juno 1999 Best Pop Album

What happens when the ladies REALLY try? They release an album that brings them their first Platinum album in the US (later goes Quadruple Platinum) and release "One Week," their first number one single in the US. It's amazing what you can do when you put your mind to it.

Stunt also saw the ladies leaving Canada and heading to the US to record an album. Steve recalls, "Last record ("Stunt"), we did the beds in Austin, and we were looking for a Farfisa organ. Austin, Texas, music town! We wanted a Farfisa for a couple of tracks. We could not find one anywhere. It was hell there! The gear in the studio was all breaking down. We mixed "Stunt" in Nashville, so there was a fancy hi-tech studio.1"

The first pressing of Stunt was a limited edition that included two bonus tracks: "Sheís On Time" and "Long Way Back Home." Both songs were recorded during the Stunt sessions but were left off the standard edition of the album. Both editions are identical in appearance except for the serial numbers on the side (standard: 9 46963-2 and limited edition: 9 47011-2).

On the day before the record's release, BNL played a free outdoor concert in front of Boston's city hall which drew a crowd of 40,000 people.

1"Brian Wilson Covers Barenaked Ladies" by Paul Cantin. Jam! Showbiz, September 4, 2000



One Week
(Robertson)

It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to one side
and said "I'm angry"
Five days since you laughed at me saying
"Get that together come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me 
But it'll still be two days till I saw I'm sorry

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish,
although I like Chalet Swiss
And I like the sushi 
'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes 
Big like LeAnn Rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me 
but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin' achin' shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, 'cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
'Cause it's so dangerous, 
you'll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think you're funny
when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind of my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air 
and said "You're crazy"
Five days since you tackled mde
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault
not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait
till you say you're sorry

Chickity China the Chinese chicken
Have a drum stick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin' X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford, I'm getting frantic
Like Sting, I'm tantric
Like snickers, guaranteed to satisfy

Like Kurasawa, I make mad films
Okay, I don't make films
But If I did they'd have a Samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren't always flying 
off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
'Cause the cartoon has got 
the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing

How can I help it if I think you're funny
when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind of my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides
and said "I'm sorry"
Five days since I laughed at you and said
"You just did just what I thought you were gonna do"
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame,
but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
'Cause it'll still be two days 
till we say we're sorry

Birchmount stadium Home of the Robbie



It's All Been Done
(Page)

I met you before the fall of Rome
And I begged you to let me take you home
You were wrong, I was right
You said goodbye, I said goodnight

It's all been done
It's all been done
It's all been done before

I knew you before the west was won
And I heard you say the past
was much more fun
You go your way, I'll go mine
But I'll see you next time

It's all been done
It's all been done
It's all been done before

And if I put my fingers here, and if I say
"I love you, dear"
And if I play the same three chords,
will you just yawn and say
It's all been done before?

Alone and bored on a thirtieth-century night.
Will I see you on The Price Is Right?
Will I cry? Will I smile
As you run down the aisle.

It's all been done
It's all been done
It's all been done before



Light Up My Room
(Words: Page/Robertson Music: Robertson)

A Hydro-field cuts through my neighborhood
Somehow that always just made me feel good
I can put a spare bulb in my hand
And light up my yard

Late at night when the wires in the walls
Sing in tune with the din of the falls
I'm conducting it all while I sleep
To light this whole town

If you question what I would do
To get over and be with you
Lift you up over everything
To light up my room, my room

There's a shopping cart in the ravine
The foam on the creek is like pop
and ice cream
A field full of tires that is always on fire
To light my way home

There are luxuries we can't afford
But in our house we never get bored
We can dance to the radio station
That plays in our teeth

If you question what I would do
To get over and be with you
Lift you up over everything
To light up my room, my room



I'll be that Girl
(Duffy/Page)

If I were you (and I wish that I were you)
All the things I'd do to make myself turn blue
I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes,
tie my pantyhose around my neck

I'll be that girl - and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow

If you will not have me as myself,
perhaps as someone else
Perhaps as you I'll be worth noticing
Then even a eunuch won't resist
The magic of a kiss from such as you

I'll be that girl - and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow

It's time to kick off your shoes,
learn how to choose sadness
It's time to throw off those chains,
addle our brains 
with madness

'Cause we've got plenty of time
to grow old and die
But when at last your beauty's faded,
you'll be glad that I have waited for you

When you're done
with being beautiful and young
When that course is run, then come to me...

I'll be that girl - and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow



Leave
(Page/Robertson)

I've informed you to leave
'Cause I can't afford to lose more sleep
I get ill when I get tired
So I'll try to rest if you'll stand guard

Do do do do do do do do whoa
Do do do do do do do

I've informed you to leave
'Cause I can't stand to hear you breathe
I chew up and I choke down
The scraps you choose to leave around

Do do do do do do do do whoa
Do do do do do do do

Apparitions still won't leave me alone
It's as if you never left
How am I supposed to remember you
When you won't let me forget?

I've informed you to leave
'Cause I can't afford to lose more sleep
There's your shoes, and there's the door
Please don't come here anymore

Do do do do do do do do whoa
Do do do do do do do



Alcohol
(Duffy/Page)

Alcohol, my permanent accessory
Alcohol, a party-time necessity
Alcohol, alternative to feeling like yourself
O Alcohol, I still drink to your health

I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol

Forget the caffe latte, 
screw the raspberry iced tea
A Malibu and Coke for you, a G&T for me
Alcohol, Your songs resolve like
my life never will
When someone else is picking up the bill

I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol
O Alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself
I'll use something else

I thought that Alcohol was just for those with
nothing else to do
I thought that drinking just to get drunk
was a waste of precious booze
But now I know that there's a time
and there's a place where I can choose
To walk the fine line between
self-control and self-abuse

I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol
Would you please ignore that you
found me on the floor
Trying on your camisole?
O Alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself
I'll use something else.



Call & Answer
(Duffy/Page)

I think it's getting to the point
where I can be myself again
I think it's getting to the point
where we have almost made amends
I think it's the getting to the point
that is the hardest part

and if you call, I will answer
and if you fall, I'll pick you up
and if you court this disaster
I'll point you home

You think I only think about you
when we're both in the same room
You think I'm only here to witness
the remains of love exhumed
You think we're here to play
a game of who loves more than whom

and if you call, I will answer
and if you fall, I'll pick you up
and if you court this disaster
I'll point you home

You think it's only fair to do what's
best for you and you alone
You think it's only fair to do the same
to me when you're not home
I think it's time to make this something that is
more than only fair

so if you call, I will answer
and if you fall, I'll pick you up
and if you court this disaster
I'll point you home.

But I'm warning you, don't ever do
those crazy, messed-up things that you do
If you ever do,
I promise you I'll be the first to crucity you
Now it's time to prove that you've come back
here to rebuild



In the Car
(Page)

She fed me strawberries and
freezer-burned ice cream
I said "Goodbye, I guess"
She lifted up her dress
and so I must confess,
we made out one more
time before I left for good
She thought I'd come back but I
wouldn't want to seem like other guys

A book-and-record love,
we sat and read our books
between those longing looks,
compounded by our fear
My tongue inside her ear,
my tongue inside her
in the basement of her mother's
house where she once taped the
first three sides of Sandanista! for my car

We were looking for ourselves
and found each other
In the car
It was rare to do much more
than simply mess around
In the car
It was mostly mutual masturbation
And though we spoke of penetration
I'd have to wait for someone else to try it out

Once I had this dream
where I slept with her mom
A secret all along, unless I've got this wrong
Unless she hears this song
unless she hears it
on a tape inside her car
with her new husband and she
turns to him and says "I think that's me"

In the car
We were looking for ourselves
but found each other
In the car
We groped for excuses
not to be alone anymore
In the car
We were waiting for our lives
to start their endings
In the car
We were never making love
We were never making love
We were never making love



Never is Enough
(Words: Page/Robertson Music: Robertson)

What, am I to wake up suddenly and then
enroll at the local college and earn me a degree
And I could work weekends?
If I work real hard
I could mow your backyard

I can go to Europe, travel with my friends
I can blow a thousand deutsche marks
to get drunk in a pub with some Australians.
Buy a giant backpack
Sew a flag on the back

I think never is enough (yeah, never is enough)
I never want to do that stuff
I think never is enough (yeah, never is enough)
You never have to do that stuff

I never had to spend a summer planting trees
I never worked my way through a forest 
inch by inch
Doubled over on my hands and knees
I never spent a single day in retail
Telling people what they want to hear
Telling people anything to make a sale.
Eating in the food court
with the old and the bored


I think never is enough (yeah, never is enough)
I never want to do that stuff
I think never is enough (yeah, never is enough)
You never have to do that stuff

The world;s your oyster shell
So what's that funny smell
You eat the bivalve anyway,
you're sick with salmonella
You get your Ph.D
How happy you will be
When you get a job at Wendy's
and are honored with employee of the month


I think never is enough (yeah, never is enough)
I never want to do that stuff
I think never is enough (yeah, never is enough)
You never have to do that stuff



Who Needs Sleep?
(Page/Robertson)

Now I lay me down not to sleep
I just get tangled in the sheets
I swim in sweat three inches deep
I just lay back and claim defeat

Chapter read and lesson learned
I turned the lights off while she burned
So while she's three hundred degrees
I throw the sheets off and I freeze

Lids down, I count sheep
I count heartbeats
The only thing that counts is
that I won't sleep
I countdown, I look around

Who needs sleep?
well you're never gonna get it 
Who needs sleep?
tell me what's that for
Who needs sleep?
be happy with what you're getting
There's a guy who's been awake
since the Second World War

My hands are locked up tight in fists
My mind is racing filled with lists
of things to do and things I've done
Another sleepless night's begun

Lids down, I count sheep
I count heartbeats
The only thing that counts is
that I won't sleep
I countdown, I look around
Who needs sleep?
well you're never gonna get it 
Who needs sleep?
tell me what's that for
Who needs sleep?
be happy with what you're getting
There's a guy who's been awake
since the Second World War

There's so much joy in life,
so many pleasures all around
But the pleasure of insomnia
is one I've never found
With all life has to offer,
there's so much to be enjoyed
But the pleasures of insomnia
are ones I can't avoid

Lids down, I count sheep
I count heartbeats
The only thing that counts is
that I won't sleep
I countdown, I look around

Hala Hala Hala

Who needs sleep?
well you're never gonna get it 
Who needs sleep?
tell me what's that for
Who needs sleep?
be happy with what you're getting
There's a guy who's been awake
since the Second World War



Told You So
(Page/Robertson)

I never jumped in and rescued you,
but I wanted to
I didn't tell you which way to go,
'cause I thought you'd know
You had a problem with your new-found
wealth, you brought it on yourself
I never told you I told you so, but I told you so

Have to let it go
It's time to let it go
Now I can't believe
It took so long to leave
Perhaps one day I'll grieve
Or I never will

I never told you I agreed with you,
I don't think I do
I wasn't sure quite what the whole thing
meant, but I'm glad you went
I never thought that it could be painless,
but it is I guess
I had myself fooled into needing you,
did I fool you too?

Have to let it go
It's time to let it go
Now I can't believe
It took so long to leave
Perhaps one day I'll grieve
Or I never will

A viral infection that can incubate for years
Caused by affection fallen deep into arrears
No medication to procure
Makes me pure, there's no cure, I am sure

I never mentioned how I've prayed for you,
and now I've paid for you
I never said that I would wait for you,
it's too late for you

Have to let it go
It's time to let it go
Now I can't believe
It took so long to leave
Perhaps one day I'll grieve
Or I never will



Some Fantastic
(Page/Robertson)

One day I will build a fountain
Drink and never grow old
Then I'll market an elixir
that will eliminate the common cold
Find your sickness on my list
Pay up front and make a wish

One day I will work with animals
All the tests I'm gonna do
All my stuff's completely natural
And when we're done we'll boil 'em down for glue
that we can use to re-adhere
your lips to mine if you were here

There's a lot I will never do
Some fantastic, I know it's true
But none as much as my want to be with you

I can't stand to wait in line long
So I built a new machine
It just measures up the distance
and then eliminates the folks between

One day I'll construct a satellite
and I'll name it after you
'Cause you were the greatest friend of all
except for when you split my lip in two
To see the look upon your face
as I launch you into space

There's a lot I will never do
Some fantastic, I know it's true
But none as much as my want to be with you

Bye-bye self-respect
I haven't had much of it since you left
I missed out on the best of you

Some day I will find the secret
to your social chemistry
Then I'll print it on a t-shirt
and it'll make you want to be with me
And if I wear it past your work
you'll see other guys are jerks
Much like pheromones for flies
you will not avoid my eyes

There's a lot I will never do
Some fantastic, I know it's true
But none as much as my want to be with you

Bye-bye self-respect
I haven't had much of it since you left



When You Dream
(Words: Page/Robertson Music: Page)

With life just begun, my sleeping new son
has eyes that roll back in his head
They flutter and dart, he slows down his heart
and pictures a world past his bed
It's hard to believe
As I watch you breathe
Your mind drifts and weaves

When you dream,
what do you dream about?
When you dream,
what do you dream about?
Do you dream about
music or mathematics
or planets too far for the eye?
Do you dream about
Jesus or quantum mechanics
or angels who sing lullabies?

His fontanelle pulses with lives that he's lived
With memories he'll learn to ignore
And when it is closed, he already knows
he's forgotten all he knew before
But when sleep sets in
History begins
But the future will win

When you dream,
what do you dream about?
When you dream,
what do you dream about?
Are they colour or black and white,
Yiddish or English
or languages not yet conceived?
Are they silent or boisterous?
Do you hear noises just
loud enough to be perceived?
Do you hear Del Shannon's "Runaway" playing
on transistor radio waves?
With so little experience,
your mind not yet cognizant
Are you wise beyond your few days?
When you dream,
what do you dream about?
When you dream,
what do you dream about?



She's on Time

Woke up, I was on top of the world
There was a beautiful girl in the bed beside me
Rolled over, got a kiss on the ear,
She said "Listen up, dear there's a change inside me"

Can't say how frightened I am, how unenlightened I am
As I run for cover
Can't say how happy I am to be wrong

She's on time, she's on time
She's on time, she's on time
She's on time
Halleluiah
She's on time
and it's the safest time of the month, 
they say for love

We move in a mysterious way,
Cause when some holiday, I'd say we work harder
Not happy with a hug and a kiss,
Although most stop at this we go much, much farther
We can't stop fooling around on the bed,
On the ground, on the bathroom counter
We can't stop when all our systems are go

She's on time, she's on time
She's on time, she's on time
She's on time
Halleluiah
She's on time
And it's the safest time of the month, 
they say for love

She's on time, She's on time
She's on time, She's on time
She's on time
Halleluiah!
She's on time!
and It's the greatest time of the month, for making love

Between you and me, how happy we'll be
Repeating the cycle permanently
But where will we be when baby makes three?

I know that in a couple of years
I might lay down my fears 
and get psyched about it
Give in without an ounce of regret
Tryin' not to forget what I liked about it
One day I might look like a fool with a yard
and a pool and a station wagon
Till then I get down on my knees every day and pray

She's on time, she's on time
She's on time, she's on time
She's on time
Halleluiah!
She's on time!
and it's the safest time of the month, they say, for love


She's on time, She's on time
She's on time, She's on time
She's on time
Halleluiah!
She's on time!
and It's the greatest time of the month, for making love

She's on time, she's on time, she's on time..

Where's the Drummer?

She's on time, she's on time
She's on time, she's on time
She's on time
Halleluiah!
She's on time!
and it's the safest time of the month, they say, for love

She's on time etc..



Long Way Back Home
(Words: Page/Robertson Music: Robertson)

Itís a long way back home
To pack up and leave again
Together alone
You without me again

Itís a long way back home
And a long way back here again
I should have known
That you would just bleed again

For the first time I knew what to do
The first time itís just me and you
Then the worst timing I ever knew
I have to go...
I already know

Itís a long way back home
To feel like Iím far away
And how should I know
What goes on here anyway?

For the first time I knew what to do
The first time itís just me and you
Then the worst timing I ever knew
I have to go...

You already know
Why not spend a week on a star
No time he canít get there by car
When we get some time on our own
Weíll plan out our next year alone

Itís a long way back home
From just about anywhere
'Cause once through the door
Iím not even halfway there

For the first time I knew what to do
The first time itís just me and you
Then the worst timing I ever knew
I have to go...
I already know

Itís a long way back home

Itís a long way back home