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Looking at the original lyric sheet for the pre-''[[Blue Album]]'' song “[[Paperface]]” is a pretty rare (and funny) treat. There is an aborted attempt at a verse that begins, “I played the game / I was all right / For a while / I didn’t fight,” which [[Rivers Cuomo]] scribbled over with an emphatic “CRAP” (made slightly ironic in hindsight, since those kind of lyrics aren’t too uncommon in his latter day songwriting). And there is what wound up becoming the song’s second verse, an autobiographical story of learning that it pays to be a fake in the competitive push-and-pull of Los Angeles — to “wear a paper face,” so to speak, which presents Cuomo with some struggles of authenticity (“How am I supposed to sing with this thing in my way?”). There are also two interesting marginal notes, a list labeled “[[Weezer]]” that was either meant to be a setlist or some early contenders for album material (notably including the unheard and fantastically titled “[[Spiderbitch]]”), as well as a note that says, “It sounds like something I heard before in a Spike Lee movie.” | Looking at [[:File:Paperface.jpg|the original lyric sheet]] for the pre-''[[Blue Album]]'' song “[[Paperface]]” is a pretty rare (and funny) treat. There is an aborted attempt at a verse that begins, “I played the game / I was all right / For a while / I didn’t fight,” which [[Rivers Cuomo]] scribbled over with an emphatic “CRAP” (made slightly ironic in hindsight, since those kind of lyrics aren’t too uncommon in his latter day songwriting). And there is what wound up becoming the song’s second verse, an autobiographical story of learning that it pays to be a fake in the competitive push-and-pull of Los Angeles — to “wear a paper face,” so to speak, which presents Cuomo with some struggles of authenticity (“How am I supposed to sing with this thing in my way?”). There are also two interesting marginal notes, a list labeled “[[Weezer]]” that was either meant to be a setlist or some early contenders for album material (notably including the unheard and fantastically titled “[[Spiderbitch]]”), as well as a note that says, “It sounds like something I heard before in a Spike Lee movie.” | ||
The latter note probably isn’t a reference to this song, ’cause “Paperface” is a genuine slab of that angriest of white dude musics, punk rock. In fact, Weezer — then with [[Jason Cropper]] on guitar and backing vocals instead of his soon-to-be-replacement [[Brian Bell]] — have never attacked a recording with quite such unbridled energy ever again after the [[1992]] recording on the ''[[Kitchen Tape|Kitchen Tapes]]'' demo. The guitars come surging right out the gates, and the larynx-lacerating scream that Cuomo and Cropper share moments later is more intense, primal, and unleashed than anything else ever to bear the Weezer name. Cuomo also indulges in a rare moment of third-person storytelling during that frantic first verse, crafting a thrilling vibe also unique in the band’s catalog before or since: | The latter note probably isn’t a reference to this song, ’cause “Paperface” is a genuine slab of that angriest of white dude musics, punk rock. In fact, Weezer — then with [[Jason Cropper]] on guitar and backing vocals instead of his soon-to-be-replacement [[Brian Bell]] — have never attacked a recording with quite such unbridled energy ever again after the [[1992]] recording on the ''[[Kitchen Tape|Kitchen Tapes]]'' demo. The guitars come surging right out the gates, and the larynx-lacerating scream that Cuomo and Cropper share moments later is more intense, primal, and unleashed than anything else ever to bear the Weezer name. Cuomo also indulges in a rare moment of third-person storytelling during that frantic first verse, crafting a thrilling vibe also unique in the band’s catalog before or since: | ||