Joshua Kadison - Painted Desert Serenade (1993) by Joshua Kadison (보컬) on maniadb.com

From a phone booth in Vegas, Jessie calls at 5 A.M.
to tell me how she's tired of all of them.
She says, "Baby, I been thinking 'bout a trailer by the sea.
We could go to Mexico... you, the cat and me.
We'll drink tequila and look for sea shells.
Now, doesn't that sound sweet?"
Oh, Jessie, you always do this every time I get back on my feet.

Jessie paint your pictures 'bout how it's gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea;
Jessie you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me.

She asks me how the cat's been. I say, "Moses he's just fine
but he used to think about you all the time.
We finally took your pictures down off the wall.
Oh, Jessie, how do you always seem to know just when to call?"
She says, "Get your stuff together. Bring Moses and drive real fast."
And I listen to her promise, "I swear to God this time it's gonna
last."

Jessie paint your pictures 'bout how it's gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea;
Jessie you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me.

I'll love you in the sunshine, lay you down in the warm white sand.
And who knows, maybe this time things'll turn out just the way you
planned.

Jessie paint your pictures 'bout how it's gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea;
Jessie you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me.

He tells her, 'I want to paint you naked on a big brass bed
with bright orange poppies all around your head.'
And she says, 'Crazy old man, I'm not young anymore.'
'That's all right,' he whispers, 'I've never painted before.

'Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?
Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?
You got me talkin' to the moon, you got me walkin' in the rain.
Do you love me, do you love me Lady Jane?'


'I want to read your tea leaves by candle light.
On a fat velvet sofa, I want to be with you all night.
I want to tickle your feet with a peacock plume.'
And she says, 'Can you talk a little softer, there are people in the room.'


'Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?
Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?
You got me talkin' to the moon, you got me walkin' in the rain.
Do you love me, do you love me Lady Jane?'


And Jane says, 'My children brought me here and promised me they'd call.
You know kids forget that's just the way of it all.'
And he says, 'Well, that makes us both footloose and fancy free,
so Jane do you want to come see the Painted Desert with me?


'Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?
Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?
You got me talkin' to the moon, you got me walkin' in the rain.
Do you love me, do you love me Lady Jane?'

Tangled in the sheets of a motel bed.
Samantha paints her toenails cherry red.
And she asks me if she can paint mine too, and I say
'Samantha, anything for you.'

And through the tinny speakers of an ancient radio
the All Night Love Line begins another show.
And the callers call in, but the thing that's so strange,
it's all the same story, just the voices that change on


Beau's All Night Radio Love Line,
the show for hearts in despair.
If you got somethin' to say to a love that got away,
Beau wants to put you on the air.


The shadows from the headlights of a passing car
turn Samantha's smile into film noir,
and she says, 'Don't get me wrong about you and me,
I just can't figure out what we're supposed to be.

Woke up this morning with a funny feeling,
wasn't really sure what it was all about.
But it felt like I was disappearing,
so I ran to the mirror to check it out.
I said, 'Here I am, here I am, here I am
...but why do I feel like the invisible man?'

I stumbled back into the bedroom,
and stared out at the rising sun.
Then I heard myself shout out the window,
not really talking to anyone.
I yelled, 'Here I am, here I am, here I am
...but why do I feel like the invisible man?'


Lights went on, people started yelling,
'Will the crazy man go back to bed.'
And there I was, laughing out my window,
feeling much better now, somebody heard what I said.


Well it's no big thing, no revelation,
no answer to these lives we lead.
But I think I do know one thing;
Sometimes I think we all need to say;
'Here I am, here I am, here I am,'
when life makes us feel like the invisible man.


Lights went on, people started yelling,
'Will the crazy man go back to bed.'
And there I was, laughing out my window,
feeling much better now, somebody heard what I said.


Woke up this morning with a funny feeling,
wasn't really sure what it was all about.
But it felt like I was disappearing,
so I ran to the mirror to check it out.
I said, 'Here I am, here I am, here I am
...but sometimes I feel like the invisible,
here I am, here I am, here I am
...but why do I feel like the invisible man

Going back to a tender age,
so full of confusion and rage,
Daddy says, 'Boys, your Mama's gone.'
There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt,
someone says, 'Time heals the hurt.
Little man, you got to keep on keepin' on,'
but all you want is Mama's arms.

You ride back home in a limosine,
the saddest car that you've ever seen,
your brother can not look you in the eye.
Lightning strikes, thunder roars,
an early winter in that heart of yours,
but you swear you won't let them see you cry
'cause all you want is Mama's arms.


The neighbors come and bring you pies,
endless words and futile sighs,
and you run up to your room and lock the door.
And there you are in your Sunday best,
the way your Mama would have had you dressed
and you realize it doesn't matter anymore
'cause all you want is Mama's arms.


'Round and 'round and 'round it goes.
The seasons change the young boy grows
to understand it's all part of some plan.
You used to wonder what it's all about.
Now those are questions you can do without.
You laugh them off and do the best you can
but all you want is Mama's arms.
All you want is Mama's arms.

You're my peace of mind
In this crazy world
You're everything I've tried to find
Your love is a pearl
You're my Mona Lisa, you're my rainbow skies
And my only prayer is that you realize
You'll always be beautiful in my eyes

The world will turn
And the seasons will change
And all the lessons we will learn
Will be beautiful and strange
We'll have our fill of tears, our share of sighs
My only prayer is that you realize
You'll always be beautiful in my eyes

You will always be - beautiful in my eyes
And the passing years will show
That you will always grow ever more beautiful in my eyes.

There are lines upon my face
From a lifetime of smiles
When the time comes to embrace
For one long last while
We can laugh about, how time really flies
We won't say goodbye 'cause true love never dies
You'll always be beautiful in my eyes

You will always be - beautiful in my eyes
And the passing years will show
That you will always grow ever more beautiful in my eyes
The passing years will show
That you will always grow ever more beautiful in my eyes.

I'm the piano player down at Eddie's bar,
and Rachel she's the waitress who wants to be a star.
She swears she's gonna make it, make it big someday,
and she'll send me picture postcards from L.A.

When it's time for closing, I play while Rachel cleans.
She listens to my music, I listen to her dreams.
She swears she's gonna make it, she's going all the way
and I say, 'Send me picture postcards from L.A.


'Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore.
Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door.
Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun'


When Rachel shares my pillow she always asks me things
like do I really think she's pretty, do I like the way she sings?
I don't know how to answer, so I always smile and say,
I say, 'Send me picture postcards from L.A.


'Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore.
Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door.
Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun'


Sometimes Rachel stands up in the middle of the bar
and does a scene from the late show.
We all clap our hands as she puts her apron on
and says, 'Next week, I'm gonna go.'


She'll even buy a ticket and pack her things to leave.
Though we all know the story we pretend that we believe.
But something always comes up, something always makes her stay.
And still no picture postcards from L.A.


'Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore.
Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door.
Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun'


I'm the piano player down at Eddie's bar,
and Rachel she's the waitress who wants to be a star.

When a woman cries, when a woman cries,
she can wash your world away.
When storms fill her eyes, when storms fill her eyes,
you never know just what to say.

Don't say a word, don't say anything.
She don't need your truth or lies.
Just hold her close and love her
when a woman cries.


When a woman cries, when a woman cries,
there is no sadder song.
So you apologize, you apologize,
even if you don't know what you've done wrong.


But if you really want to make her happy,
to stop her sobbing and her sighs,
just hold her close and love her
when a woman cries.


Now don't you waste your time thinking
'bout the right thing to say.
Just put your arms around her
'til the clouds roll away


When a woman cries, when a woman cries,
she can tear your dreams apart.
When storms fill her eyes, when storms fill her eyes,
it can break a... break a man's heart.


And if you find that you are crying too,
don't let it come as no surprise
Just hold her close and love her
when your woman cries.

When all my dreams are fallin' on stony ground
and I start wonderin' why I'm even around,
can't find the sunshine anywhere,
Jessie puts her arms around me and runs her fingers through my hair.

And Jessie sings soft as the Georgia rain
coming down easy on a windowpane.
And Jessie sings warm as a late night summer breeze
hummin' some faraway tune to the willow trees.
And life is everything God meant it to be
when Jessie's singing soft as the Georgia rain to me.


She calls me angel and says, 'Let me dry your eyes.
You mean by now you still don't realize
that everything I want is what I got,
so angel stop your thinkin' 'bout all the things your not.'


And Jessie sings soft as the Georgia rain
coming down easy on a windowpane.
Jessie sings warm as a late night summer breeze
hummin' some faraway tune to the willow trees.
And life is everything God meant it to be
when Jessie's singing soft as the Georgia rain to me.


There's a trailer by the sea down in Mexico.
We dreamt a lot about it but we never did go.
Some dreams are better from afar, that's just how things are.
And everything's all right 'cause Jessie's singing me to sleep tonight.
Jessie's singing me to sleep tonight.


And Jessie sings soft as the Georgia rain
coming down easy on a windowpane.
Jessie sings warm as a late night summer breeze
hummin' some faraway tune to the willow trees.
And life is everything God meant it to be
when Jessie's singing soft as the Georgia rain to me,
when Jessie's singing soft as the Georgia rain to me.