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The Smashing Pumpkins

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1989.03.28 
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(red j-card type 2) 
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Different cassette type. All tracks of this self-released tape can also be found on Mashed Potatoes. She is the live track from The Metro gig on 1998/10/05, also released on Live at Cabaret Metro 10-5-88 in 2000 at the very last concert. The 500 produced is an estimate, it could be far less.

On www.SPFC.org it states about the artwork:

“There are conflicting stories as to whether the artwork was done by Billy Corgan or James Iha. I tend to believe it was Iha, as he was a graphic design student before joining the band. The tape was produced with different color j-cards. Green, red and pink j-cards have been verified. There are different “versions” of the handwritten labels. Some were done by Billy himself, while others were done by unknown parties. At least one version has been documented where both sides of the label were written by different people.”



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aka 88

Length: 3:47

Written By:

BMI Number: 2036367

She always waits for someone
Someone who’ll never leave
Revealing her decision
Her arms cover me
My cup holds no one
To anyone believe
She always waits for someone
Someone, someone just like me
Jennifer
Jennifer ever
Jennifer
Jennifer always tells me
Please don’t be afraid
I just want to hold you
I only want you to stay
My cup holds no one
To anyone believe
She always waits for someone
Someone, someone just like me
Jennifer
Jennifer ever
Jennifer
Jennifer
Jennifer ever
Jennifer
My cup holds no one
To anyone believe
She always waits for someone
Someone, someone just like me
Jennifer
Jennifer ever
Jennifer

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Version: Jennifer Ever aka 88
Version: Jennifer Ever (false start) live 1988.11.19 #1

aka 88

Length: 4:08

Additional Info: Version with backin vocals.

Tried to tell her who I really am

But I'm not so sure that I really can

Well, you've got to know, I don't understand

Well, you've got to know who I really am

Give me one more chance

As a child, I once had a dream

My mother spoke something down to me

She said, "son, you must walk upon your knees

Down the road, headed for the east"

Give me one more chance

Give me one more chance

If I had a way to go, I'd gather up my throwing stone

Tried to tell her who I really am

But I'm not so sure that I really can

Well, you've got to know I don't understand

'Cause I'm not so sure who I really am

If I had a way to go, I'd gather up my throwing stone

If I had a way to go, I'd gather up my throwing stone

aka 88

Length: 5:57

Written By:

BMI Number: 2036421

Hiding behind my hair today
My eyes dance with fire
The thought of living here
And the bounds I transpire
Walking in this slow-motion town
I seem to think so fast
Standing with your mannequin
I try to hold my breath
The grave that bears my name
Transpires in a dream
I dream immortality
Yet I fall in vain
Cause as long as I don’t breathe
I’ll never be like them
Standing with your mannequin
I try to hold my breath
If you go and I would stay
And you would call my name
I would cry, yes, I would cry
Walking in or walking out
Is the same as talking about my heart
My heart
Hiding behind my hair today
Wishing I was far away
Walking in this slow-motion town
I seem to think so fast
Standing with your mannequin
I try to hold my breath
If you go and I would stay
And you would call my name
I would cry, yes, I would cry
Walking in or walking out
Is the same as talking about my heart
My heart
If you go and I would stay
And you would call my name
I would cry, yes, I would cry
If you go and I would stay
You would call my name
I would die, yes, I would die
Walking in or walking out
Is the same as talking about my heart
My heart

(remix)

Length: 5:26

Written By:

Additional Info: Remixed by Quentin Sanbria.

Quiet walls sputter yes

Rolling tears of pain

Must I go into your hiding room

Using your loss to gain

Walking in the sun

I never fear the light

Walking in the sun

I never fear

Quiet confusion haunts me still

My will can't reign

Must I go into your hiding room

Using your loss to gain

Walking in the sun

I never fear the light

Walking in the sun

Il know that I never fear

Walking in the sun

I never fear the light

Walking in my sun

I know that I never fear

live 1988.10.05

Length: 4:04

Written By:

She will never, ever go

Waiting for her man

Waiting for her man

She will never, ever know

Waiting for her time

Waiting for my time

Wall to wall I hear the noise

Standard in her voice

Simple in her choice

She is everything

Monday to tuesday

Wednesday's another game

Praying for sunday

I'm the one she swore she'd never love

I'm the one I know she's thinking of

She will never, ever burn

Waiting for her time

Waiting for her time

She will never, ever say

Waiting for her game

Waiting for her game

She

She, yeah

She, yeah yeah yeah

Wall to wall i hear the noise

Standard in her voice

Simple in the choice

She is everything

Monday to tuesday

Wednesday's another game

Praying for sunday

I'm the one she swore she'd never love

I'm the one I know she's thinking of

She is everything

Monday to tuesday

Wednesday's another game

Praying for sunday

She is everything

Monday to tuesday

Wednesday's another game

Praying for Sunday

aka 88

Length: 4:41

Written By:

BMI Number: 2036401

Additional Info: Originally a The Marked (Billy Corgan's band before The Smashing Pumpkins) song.

Your words will one day spite your face
And another mouth will come and take its place
It’ll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry
I will never understand the motive drive
Marked
You
Are
Marked
In a dream I wander on
To the bell tower, writing songs
So I crumple this page, and rip it up
Never piece my broken heart to you
Marked
You
Are
Marked
Your words will one day spite your face
And another mouth will come and take its place
It’ll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry
I will never understand the motive drive
Marked
Your words will spite your face
Your words will spite your face
Spiteface
Spiteface
Spiteface
Spiteface