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"Soap And Water"
(written by Kristin Hersh)

It's like atomic theory
Don't leave me when the train comes
Or when we die, don't leave me in another life
It's like atomic day
If you bring me to the light, I can't twist the day
If you overrate me, I won't talk
If you chain me, chain me, I can't walk
If you walk me I'll move
I'll move, move...
Can't we go away?
You may bring me to another time
The school closed its doors
I caught three stars and grilled them
Pack the jury full of water
Only if they haul her off
She lives on TV, soap and water
She caught three stars
And carried them home in her doghouse
She does it sideways
She goes back to her jewel thief
She does it backwards
I don't know her, I live on soap and water
I want a clean me
I want a washed head
I want to know my feet
My skin is unwashed
My skin is unwashed...
I caught a star though

Guitar Tab (courtesy of Red Eyes)

APPEARS ON:
- The Fat Skier, 1987
- House Tornado/The Fat Skier (as part of The Fat Skier), 1988
- The Soap Opera Saga 2nd Episode, 1991
- Live At Maxwell's (Kristin solo), 1992
- Live At Noe Valley Ministry (Kristin solo), recorded 1998, released 2001
- Live In Providence, recorded 1992, released 2001
- Live In Brussels, recorded 1989, released 2004
- Instant Live: The Paradise (Kristin solo), 2005
10-4 All (Kristin solo), 2008
- The Season Sessions: Winter, 2010

WORDS FROM KRISTIN:
- "I can make it through the 'atomic theory...don't leave me when the train comes' verse, but after 'pack the jury full of water' I'm lost."

- "This song was written on what came to be known by my band as "mouse day," because our apartment was infested with mice, like many apartments, but they all let themselves be known on this one day, for some reason. My drummer had been sleeping on a chair that I told him was a bed because it would kind of collapse and you could lie down on it, and he said that it had been squeaking when he went to bed but he thought it was just and idiosyncratic collapsing chair-bed, not a family of mice... Until they bit him on the ass. Like most things you ignore. And on this very same day, my bass player and my sister were home making toast. None of us were there except them, they stayed home that day to make toast, and when their toast popped up, so did a little singed mouse. Sad for the mouse, sad for them, sad for everyone... The mouse wasn't dead. It was just a little browned. And what they did next I have never heard an adequate explanation for; they took a can of hair spray, Final Net, and sprayed the whole thing on this little mouse while it just kind of stood there, blinking at them. And even that didn't kill it. And it must have taken a long time, a whole can of hair spray, that, like, usually lasts ladies months, right? But it lasted this mouse maybe five minutes of just blinking, and he walked away all sticky and brown. There is no moral. But that's the day that I wrote this song. And it's not about mice."

Don't worry, dance in the road.