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Exile in
Guyville

Liz Phair · Matador Records · 1993

Released on June 22, 1993 via Matador Records, Exile in Guyville is an 18-track double album loosely framed as a song-by-song reply to The Rolling Stones' Exile on Main St. It was dubbed a classic upon arrival, and its profile has only risen in the ensuing years. It is now regarded as an iconic work and a feminist landmark, recently cracking the top ten of Pitchfork's "Best 150 Albums of the 1990s" (#4) and the top 100 of Rolling Stone's "Best 500 Albums of All Time" (#56).

Runtime
60:36
Format
2×LP, 33⅓
Pressing
2018 reissue
Seats
22

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Exile in Guyville album cover — black and white photo-booth portrait of Liz Phair with violet title lettering
Liz Phair, Exile in Guyville (Matador, 1993) — original sleeve

About the record

After earning a bachelor's degree in 1989, Phair moved to San Francisco with a group of friends. When musician Chris Brokaw of the band Codeine came to visit her roommate, he convinced Phair to play her songs for him and was so impressed that he dared Phair to make him a tape of the songs.

Phair moved back home with her parents and tried to support herself by selling charcoal drawings. She also lived for a time in Chicago's bohemian Wicker Park neighborhood, nicknamed "Guyville" because of its male-oriented rock scene. Meanwhile, she bought a four-track tape recorder and made three cassettes that would become known as the Girly-Sound tapes, featuring Phair's vocals, low-volume electric guitar, and layers of harmonizing overdubs recorded in her bedroom at her parents' house.

Phair sent the tapes to Brokaw and Yu. In 2018 Brokaw recalled to Newsweek, "There was an urgency and a directness about [Phair's] lyrics that you find in literature and in films, but it was pretty rare to find it in rock music. And it was certainly rare to hear from a female voice." Brokaw and Yu duplicated the tapes and sent them to other underground artists and people in the music industry.

Eventually, her tapes were reviewed in fan magazines, and Phair was offered a $3,000 advance from the independent label Matador Records, which she used to record the 18 songs on Exile in Guyville. When the album was cut, producer and drummer Brad Wood worked with guitarist and sound engineer Casey Rice to create a minimal sound that highlighted Phair's vocals and guitar riffs without the support of a back-up band. The album sold more than 200,000 copies, unheard of at the time for an indie-label release, and Spin magazine selected it as album of the year.

Phair's profane self-assured lyrics, naked ambition, and feminist perspective in songs such as "Flower," "Fuck and Run," and "Help Me Mary" earned her many dedicated fans. In interviews, Phair revealed that her album was intended to be a response to the Rolling Stones' iconic double album Exile on Main St. (1972). Many critics interpreted her songs as taking direct aim at the sexism of indie-rock scenes such as those she had experienced in Wicker Park. In 2019 she told Vulture, "There's something about the society of men that thinks they have it all dialed in.… Exile was about believing in my perspective on life, against considerable pressure to conform to their takes on things. It's about showing them that I can play their game and do all right in it."

Exile in Guyville also sparked a backlash among some sectors of the alternative-rock community who expressed resentment about Phair's quick rise to stardom and privileged background. Her most notorious critic was producer and musician Steve Albini, who called Phair and several other acts that had crossed over to commercial success "frauds" (and worse) and accused them of a "calculated and overbearing hype barrage."

Source: Encyclopedia Britannica — "Liz Phair," by Laura Payne.

Back cover of the Exile in Guyville CD reissue, listing the eighteen track titles in yellow on black
Back sleeve, 2008 ATO reissue — the running order as printed

The sides

Played in sequence · no skips
Side A16:04
  1. 016'1"3:07
  2. 02Help Me Mary2:32
  3. 03Glory1:36
  4. 04Dance of the Seven Veils2:20
  5. 05Never Said2:47
Side B13:29
  1. 06Soap Star Joe2:39
  2. 07Explain It to Me3:04
  3. 08Canary2:19
  4. 09Mesmerizing2:41
Side C14:31
  1. 10Fuck and Run3:11
  2. 11Girls! Girls! Girls!2:23
  3. 12Divorce Song3:34
  4. 13Shatter5:24
Side D16:32
  1. 14Flower2:12
  2. 15Johnny Sunshine3:36
  3. 16Gunshy4:21
  4. 17Stratford-on-Guy3:20
  5. 18Strange Loop3:03

Lyrics

All eighteen songs, in sequence. All words by Liz Phair, © 1993 Civil War Days Music.

016'1"

I bet you fall in bed too easily
With the beautiful girls who are shyly brave
And you sell yourself as a man to save
But all the money in the world is not enough

I bet you've long since passed understanding
What it takes to be satisfied
You're like a vine that keeps climbing higher
But all the money in the world is not enough
And all the bridges blown away keep floating up

It's cold
And rough

And I kept standing six-feet-one
Instead of five-feet-two
And I loved my life
And I hated you

(yeah)

It's cold out there
And rough

And I kept standing six-feet-one
Instead of five-feet-two
And I loved my life
And I hated you

02Help Me Mary

Help me, Mary, please
I've lost my home to thieves
They bully the stereo and drink
They leave suspicious stains in the sink

They make rude remarks about me
They wonder just how wild I would be
As they egg me on and keep me mad
They play me like a pit bull in a basement, and for that…

I lock my door at night
I keep my mouth shut tight
I practice all my moves
I memorize their stupid rules

I make myself their friend
I'll show them just how far I can bend
As they egg me on and keep me mad
They play me like a pit bull in a basement, and for that…

I'm asking you, Mary, please
Temper my hatred with peace
Weave my disgust into fame
And watch how fast they run to the flame

03Glory

He's got a really big tongue
It rolls way out
Snaking around in the club
It slicks you down
Scratching his face like a bum
He pulls you back
Circa nineteen-eighty-one
He pulls you back

You are, you are shining some glory
You are, you are shining some glory
On me, on me
You are, you are shining some glory
You are, you are shining some glory on me

04Dance of the Seven Veils

Johnny, my love, get out of the business
It makes me wanna rough you up so badly
Makes me wanna roll you up in plastic
Toss you up and pump you full of lead

Johnny, my love, get out of the business
The odds are getting fatter by the minute
That I have got a bright and shiny platter
And I am gonna get your heavy head

I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring
You can rent me by the hour
I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing
Entertainers bring May flowers

So Johnny, my love, we got us a witness
Now all we gotta do is get a preacher
He can probably skip the "until death" part
'Cause Johnny, my love, you're already dead

I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring
You can rent me by the hour
I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing
Entertainers bring May flowers
May flowers
May flowers
To you

05Never Said

Yeah
I never said nothing
I never said nothing
I never said nothing
I never said nothing

I don't know where you heard it
Don't know who's spreadin' it 'round
All I know is I'm clean as a whistle, baby
I didn't utter a sound

I never said nothing
I never said nothing
I never said nothing
I never said nothing

I don't know what they told you
Don't even care what about
All I know is I'm clean as a whistle, baby
I didn't let the cat out

So don't look at me sideways
Don't even look me straight on
And don't look at my hands in my pockets, baby
I ain't done anything wrong

I never said nothing
No, baby, I never said nothing
I never said nothing
I never said nothing
I never said nothing
No, not to anyone
I never said nothing
I never said nothing

06Soap Star Joe

He's just a hero in a long line of heroes
Looking for something attractive to save
They say he rode in on the back of a pick-up
And he won't leave town till you remember his name

He's just a hero in a long line of heroes
Looking for some lonely billboard to grace
They say he sprung from the skull of Athena
Think about your own head and the headache he gave

He's just a hero in a long line of heroes
Looking for action at a price he can pay
They say he's famous, but no one can prove it
Make him an offer just to see what he'll say

Check out the dashboard lights
Glowing all green and white
He feels safe in the dark
He wears his bluejeans tight

He's just a hero in a long line of heroes
Looking for something attractive to save
They say he rode in on the back of a pick-up
And he won't leave town till you remember his name

Check out the thinning hair
Check out the aftershave
Check out America
You're looking at it, babe

07Explain It to Me

Head underwater
Keeps getting harder
Give 'em your medicine
Fame injection

Tell him to jump higher
Tell him to run farther
Make him measure up
Decades longer than you

Piece it together
It's like weather
Watch him travel
Kiss the gravel

Tell him to jump higher
Tell him to run farther
Make him measure up
Ten times longer than you ever should
You never could explain them to me
Explain them to me

08Canary

I learn my name
I write with a number two pencil
I work up to my potential
I earn my name
I come when called
I jump when you circle the cherry
I sing like a good canary
I come when called
I come, that's all

Send it up on fire
Deaf before dumb
Send it up on fire
Deaf before dumb

I clean the house
I put all your books in an order
I make up a colorful border
I clean my mouth
'Cause froth comes out

Send it up on fire
Deaf before dumb
Send it up on fire
Deaf before dumb

09Mesmerizing

You said things I wouldn't say
Straight to my face, boy
You tossed the egg up
And I found my hands in place, boy
After backing up as far as you could get
Don't you know nobody parts two rivers met?

Don't you know I'm very happy?
You know me well
I'm even happier
I like it
I like it

With all of the time in the world to spend it
Wild and unwise, I wanna be mesmerizing too
Mesmerizing too
Mesmerizing to you

With all of the time in the world to spend it
Wild and unwise, I wanna be mesmerizing too
Mesmerizing too
Mesmerizing to you

10Fuck and Run

I woke up alarmed
I didn't know where I was at first
Just that I woke up in your arms
And almost immediately I felt sorry
'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions

And whatever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who tries to win you over?
And whatever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who makes love 'cause he's in it?

And I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that stupid old shit
Like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas

You got up out of bed
You said you had a lot of work to do
But I heard the rest in your head
And almost immediately I felt sorry
'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions

And I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that stupid old shit
Like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas

I can feel it in my bones
I'm gonna spend another year alone
It's fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was seventeen
Fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was twelve

You almost felt bad
You said that I should call you up
But I knew much better than that
And almost immediately I felt sorry
'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions

And I can feel it in my bones
I'm gonna spend my whole life alone
It's fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was seventeen
Fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was twelve

11Girls! Girls! Girls!

You've been around enough to know
That if I want to leave, you better let me go
Because I take full advantage of every man I meet
I get away almost every day
With what the girls call, what the girls call
What the girls call, the girls call murder

You've been around enough to see
That if you think you're it, you better check with me
Because I take full advantage of every man I meet
I get away almost every day
With what the girls call, what the girls call
What the girls call, the girls call murder

12Divorce Song

And when I asked for a separate room
It was late at night, and we'd been driving since noon
But if I'd known how that would sound to you
I would have stayed in your bed for the rest of my life
Just to prove I was right
That it's harder to be friends than lovers
And you shouldn't try to mix the two
'Cause if you do it and you're still unhappy
Then you know that the problem is you
And it's true that I stole your lighter
And it's also true that I lost the map
But when you said that I wasn't worth talking to
I had to take your word on that
But if you'd known how that would sound to me
You would have taken it back
And boxed it up and buried it in the ground
Boxed it up and buried it in the ground
Boxed it up and buried it in the ground
Burned it up and thrown it away
You put in my hands a loaded gun
And then told me not to fire it
When you did the things you said were up to me
And then accused me of trying to fuck it up
But you've never been a waste of my time
It's never been a drag
So take a deep breath and count back from ten
And maybe you'll be alright
And the license said you had to stick around until I was dead
But if you're tired of looking at my face, I guess I already am
But you've never been a waste of my time
It's never been a drag
So take a deep breath and count back from ten
And maybe you'll be alright

13Shatter

I know that I don't always realize
How sleazy it is messing with these guys
But something about just being with you
Slapped me right in the face, nearly broke me in two
It's a mark I've taken heart
And I know I will carry it with me for a long, long time

I don't know if I could drive a car
Fast enough to get to where you are
Or wild enough not to miss the boat completely
Honey, I'm thinking maybe
You know, just maybe

I don't know if I could fly a plane
Well enough to tail spin out your name
Or high enough to lose control completely
Honey, I'm thinking maybe
You know, just maybe
Maybe

14Flower

Every time I see your face I get all wet between my legs
Every time you pass me by, I heave a sigh of pain

Every time I see your face I think of things unpure, unchaste
I want to fuck you like a dog
I'll take you home and make you like it
Everything you ever wanted
Everything you ever thought of
Is everything I'll do to you
I'll fuck you and your minions, too
Your face reminds me of a flower
Kind of like you're underwater
Hair's too long and in your eyes
Your lips a perfect "suck me" size
You act like you're fourteen years old
Everything you say is so obnoxious, funny, true and mean
I want to be your blowjob queen
You're probably shy and introspective
That's not part of my objective
I just want your fresh, young jimmy
Turning, slamming, ramming in me
Every time I see your face I think of things unpure, unchaste
I want to fuck you like a dog
I'll take you home and make you like it
Everything you ever wanted
Everything you ever thought of
Is everything I'll do to you
I'll fuck you till your dick is blue

Everytime

15Johnny Sunshine

You took the car, it was my favorite one
A little white Dart, and drove it to Idaho
You took the horse, it was a thoroughbred
Saddled it up out on the interstate

You killed the cat, burned it in antifreeze
Dumped in the trunk with the rest of the cattlefeed
You took the house, you went and changed the locks
Now I am stuck living out of a box

I think I've been taken
For everything I own
I've been hurt so badly
I'm alone, baby, I'm alone

You left me nothing
You left me nothing
Johnny Sunshine

You left me nothing
You left me nothing
Johnny Sunshine

You left me nothing…
You

16Gunshy

Rifle in hand and two in the bush
Three count delay, I may need a little push
Take out the garbage on Tuesday nights
Seems like the small things are the only things I'll fight
Seems like the small things are the only things I'll fight

Gunshy, gunshy, gunshy, gunshy

See-monkeys, do-monkeys
Story of my life
Send three bucks to a comic book
Get a house, car and wife
Send three bucks to a comic book
Get a house, car and wife

(wife)

Gunshy, gunshy, gunshy, gunshy
Gunshy, gunshy, gunshy, gunshy

17Stratford-on-Guy

I was flying into Chicago at night
Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke
The sun was setting to the left of the plane
And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow
In 27-D, I was behind the wing
Watching landscape roll out like credits on a screen

The earth looked like it was lit from within
Like a poorly assembled electrical ball
As we moved out of the farmlands into the grid
The plan of a city was all that you saw
And all of these people sitting totally still
As the ground raced beneath them, thirty-thousand feet down

It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened the noise just fell away

And I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 video
The stewardess came back and checked on my drink
In the last strings of sunlight, a Brigitte Bardot
As I had on my headphones
Along with those eyes that you get
When your circumstance is movie-size

It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened the noise just fell away

It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened the noise just fell away
But once I really listened the noise just fell away

18Strange Loop

The fire you like so much in me
Is the mark of someone adamantly free
But you can't stop yourself from wanting worse
'Cause nothing feeds a hunger like a thirst

Baby, I'm tired of fighting
I always wanted you
I broke up at the roadhouse
I wouldn't know you were alive
You haven't seen me for weeks now
It wouldn't shock you if I drove right out the back of your eyes
I can't be trusted
They're saying I can't be true
But I only wanted more than I knew

Baby, I'm tired of fighting
I always wanted you
I only wanted more than I knew

Credits

Liz Phair
vocals, guitar, songwriting
Brad Wood
production, bass, drums, percussion, organ, engineering
Casey Rice
guitar, additional engineering
Leroy Bach
additional keyboards
Recorded at
Idful Music Corporation, Wicker Park, Chicago — 1993
Mastered by
John Golden, Golden Mastering
Released
June 22, 1993 · Matador Records (OLE 051)
Cover photograph
Liz Phair — self-portrait, photo-booth strip
Reissue
Exile in Guyville: 25th Anniversary (Matador, 2018)