Liz Phair (born Elizabeth Clark Phair on April 17, 1967 in New Haven, Connecticut) is an American singer-songwriter and guitarist. Phair's entry into the music industry began when she met guitarist Chris Brokaw, a member of the band Come. Brokaw was visiting her San Francisco loft-mate Nora Maccoby when he heard Phair's songs, and encouraged her to record them. After moving back to Chicago, Phair began writing songs and recording homemade tapes under the name Girly Sound, and supported herself by selling her drawings on the streets of Chicago. She soon became apart of the alternative music scene in Chicago and became friends with Material Issue and Urge Overkill, two of Chicago's upstart bands to go national in the early 1990s, as well as Brad Wood and John Henderson, head of Feel Good All Over, an independent label in Chicago.
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I Know It’s Not Easy Lyrics

Liz Phair

Call me when you think the coast is clear
Ive been hiding out almost a year
Is there something wrong?
Whats taking you so long?
And yeah, I know its not easy
You said if I waited itd pay off
But my eyes are growing wild and my bodys gone soft
Is there something wrong?
Whats taking you so long?
And yeah, I know its not easy
You said I should let go of your hand
But I dont even know if I can
Youre the only one
You are the very sun to me
And you know its not easy
Youd tell me, wouldnt you, if we needed to talk?
And youd tell me, wouldnt you, if Id pissed you off?
Is there something wrong?
Whats taking you so long?
And yeah, I know its not easy
Well, I look at the stars and I know youre under them
I look at the cars and I know you insure them
I look at the books and things people are reading
I know that youve written them, too
Youve got so many little things to do
But then I look at my life and I know youve forgotten
The promise you made to me
I think thats rotten
Im hopelessly lost and theres hardly a sound anymore
Coming through that can show me around
cause Im endlessly, endlessly searching the crowd
Looking for something from you
Just one fucking measly clue
Any shitty little tip-off would do
But Im just an ant in alaska to you
Then I look at the stars and I know youre under them
I look at the cars and I know you insure them
I look at the books and the things people are reading
I know that youve written them, too
Youve got so many little things to do
But then I look at my life and I know youve forgotten
The promise you made to me
I think thats rotten
Im hopelessly lost and theres hardly a sound anymore
Coming through that could show me around
cause Im endlessly, endlessly searching the crowd
Looking for something from you
Just one fucking measly clue
Any shitty little tip-off would do
But Im just and ant in alaska to you
Im just an ant in alaska
An ant in alaska
An ant in alaska to you