Don Henley - Can`T Stand Stll (2003) by Don Henley (보컬) on maniadb.com

Out here in the country, where the weather gets so mean
She thinks about the places, that she ain't never seen
She knows that she's married but she can't remember why
And she wonders what it might feel like, with some other guy
And though she's hotter than an oven, just to fill your lovin' cup
If a man answers, you better hang up

You better hang up
You better hang up
You better hang up
You better hang up

You're from New York City, where they don't say no prayers
Anything goes and nobody cares
And the country girl might thrill ya, but you better pass her by
'Cause her ol' man love to kill ya for the look that's in your eye
And though you're hotter than an oven just to fill her lovin' cup
If a man answers, you better hang up

You better hang up
You better hang up
You better hang up
You better hang up

Oh it's cold and lonely here
In this telephone booth
There's three sides to every story, baby
There's yours and there's mine and the cold, hard truth

I think there's somethin' missin' 'round here
I don't know where it's gone
But it's a long way back home

The heat don't work
The toaster don't work
The car don't work
I guess I know why

This house don't work
And this dream don't work no more
Lover neither do you and I

I fall asleep with colors flyin'
Over sand and foam
But it's a long way back home
(Sha-la-la-la-la-la-doo-don-day
Sha-la-la-la)

BRIDGE:
I know your heart is breaking
Maybe my heart's breaking, too


But it's a long way back home
(Sha-la-la-la-la-la-doo-don-day
Sha-la-la-la)
But it's a long way back home
(Sha-la-la-la-la-la-doo-don-day
Sha-la-la-la)
But it's a long way back home
(Sha-la-la-la-la-la-doo-don-day
Sha-la-la-la)
(fades)

When the hot September sun down in Texas
Sucked the streams bone dry
Turned to roads to dust
In the sleepy little towns down in Texas,
the shades are all pulled down;
the streets are all rolled up.
And the only thing that breaks the silence
Are the trucks a-passin' by
Late at night on the front porch swing
You can hear their mournful sigh
And the lonesome whippoorwill cries to the stars above
He was callin' out for his lady love
She's been gone so long

I was just talkin' to the moon
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you-too hard to hold

And the wind across the plains
Is all that now remains
And the night shakes loose the names
But they never quite go back the way they came

So, good-bye rodeo
It's a long, funny way for men to go
Never change
Never change at all

I was just talkin' to the moon
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you- too hard to hold on

I was just talkin' to the moon
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over the
Memory of you

I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something, something I can use
People love it when you lose, they love dirty laundry

Well, I could've been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear, give us dirty laundry

Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em all around

We got the bubble-headed bleach-blonde who comes on at five
She can tell you about the plane crash with a gleam in her eye
It's interesting when people die, give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation? Is the head dead yet?
You know the boys in the newsroom got a running bet
Get the widow on the set, we need dirty laundry


You don't really need to find out what's going on
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone, keep your dirty laundry

Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're stiff, kick 'em all around

(Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down)
(Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down)
(Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down)
(Kick 'em when they're stiff, kick 'em all around)

Dirty little secrets, dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie
Love to cut you down to size, we love dirty laundry

We can do the innuendo, we can dance and sing
When it's said and done, we haven't told you a thing
We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry

(Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down)...

One finger on the button
one finger up his nose
Johnny's in some cornfield
The Early Warning Blows

Bigger is better
More is more
Look up, America!
Gonna even up the score

Get ready boys
Third times a charm
Don't need no sweater
It's gonna keep you warm
If we can't have the ball, there won't be any winner
this time

Them and us
Them and us
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

If forty-five minutes
It'll all be done
We'll all be good and crispy
But we'll still be number one

And if things go from bad to worse
We can still kill them if they kill us first
If we can't have the ball, there won't be any winner
this time

Hell-bent
Heaven sent
It all got started by an accident
If we can't have the ball, there won't be any winner
this time

Them and us
Them and us
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

Them and us
Them and us
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

Lilah


Like every young man, I had some things that I
wanted to say
Ere I could begin, you know the world got
in my way

Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby
To open the window and feel the fair wind
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby again
We spend so much time weeping and wailing and
shaking our fists
Creating enemies that really don't exist

Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby-
To open the window and feel the fair wind
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby again

All these comings and goings that cut like a knife
These small, simple pleasures that make up a life
A man needs a home, and a child, and a wife
to always be there-always

After I'm gone, there are some things that I know
I will miss
The taste of your mouth; the smell of the perfume
on your wrist
Oh, Lilah, the fields lie fallow
Whate'r ye sow, so shall ye reap
The river's still shallow
But the river's bed is dark and deep
Oh Lilah, the fields lie fallow
Whate'r ye sow, so shall ye reap
Oh Lilah, this ground we hallow
Is ours to tend, but not to keep

Too-rah loo-rah loo-rah Lilah
Too-rah loo-rah loo-rah lay
Now, while all the streets are silent
Take my hand and come away
Too-rah loo-rah loo-rah Lilah
Too-rah loo-rah loo-rah lay

Oh they tell me of a land far beyond the skies
Oh they tell me of a home far away
Oh they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
Oh they tell me of an unclouded day

Refrain:
Oh the land of cloudless day
Oh the land of an unclouded day
Oh they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
Oh they tell me of an unclouded day

Oh they tell me of a home where my friends have gone
Oh they tell me of that land far away
Where the tree of life in eternal bloom
Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day

Refrain

Oh they tell me of the King in his beauty there
And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold
Where he sits on the throne that is whiter than snow
In that city that is made of gold

Refrain
Oh they tell me that He smiles on his children there
And His smile drives their sorrows away
And they tell me that no tears ever come again
In that lovely land of unclouded day

Refrain