Baggage Claim lyrics

[Airport sounds.]

Innocent is the brunt of the weight
Your ardors bear as your passions smear
Into the authority of your beloved’s freight
(Choo-choo
“Who who?”)

“Tabula rasa” is the size and shape
Of the bare suitcase your finitude did retain
As you jettison into the fog, out of the womb
(Choo-choo
“Y’snooze, y’lose…”)

It was at a Subway
When the thought first struck me
“I’m in love with
How she subverts me with words”
Somethin’ about the way
She said “That’s not lip service”
My love was thick and it
Swallowed her whole

I bought my baggage to Alanis
Without even landin’ it
I just knew she was au-then-ti-ci-ty true
From her precision? I met true love
From her grace, I drank fresh air!
Thank Her for my childhood with you
Thank you for bein’ street prophet true
[Freight train.]

“If” the only other words I could hear as a child
Were of my dad yellin’ at me
Were of my classmates not talkin’ to me
(Choo-choo
“Turn on the radio”)

Merchant’s “Carnival”; Chapman talkin’ “Revolution”!
’90s singer-songwriters helped carry me through
Into the authority of Tuesday Night’s embrace
(Choo-choo
“There goes the neighborhood”)

I bought my problems to Sheryl
Without even crowin’ ’bout ’em
I just knew she was au-then-ti-ca-lly true
From her freedom, I met true love
From her verve, imbibed fresh air!
Can’t cry for my childhood with you
Thank you for a verse ballet true

[Shipyard sounds.]

Like a champagne cork loosenin’
A reader carries life to a writer, glistenin’
“I was just one of your many readers too”
Like a champagne bottle openin’
Supposed Former pulses of humanity, listenin’
We shimmer in plenty of shared ardors true
We simmer in plenty of care packages blue
So pure are the hippies
From cavemen’s days
So pure are the dippies
From Plato’s time…

“Tabula rasa” is the size and shape
Of the empty suitcase your finitude did retain
As you jettisoned into the fog, into the blue
(Choo-choo
“Y’snooze, y’lose…”)

Innocent is the brunt of the gravity
Your passions bear as your ardors smear
Into the authority of your beloved’s freight
(Choo-choo
“And I’m here, and I’m here…”)

I bought my baggage to Jewel
Without even crownin’ it
I just knew she was au-then-ti-ci-ty true
From her ethos, I breathed true love
From her purity, I sipped fresh air!
“Intuition” buzzed my bus rides with you
Thank you for your idealisms true

[Seagulls flying.]
Clappin’ my hands
To an AOL Instant Messenger
Away message I had just written
Through your freedom
I learned to breathe my freedom, too
Thank you for your idealisms true
I bought my baggage to Alanis
Without even landin’ it
I just knew she was lin-gui-stic divine…

Philosophy
Is the talk on a cereal box
Religion
Is the smile on a dog…