Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007) by Michael Penn (보컬) on maniadb.com

I count the cases piled up high. For the 1: 15.
For platform and for passerby.
It's the same routine.
I'm ranting while I’m raving, There's nothing here worth saving.
Tell me now, what more do you need?
Take me to Walter Reed tonight.
Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. Well there's a few things I gotta say. And make no mistake, I'm mad...
'Cause every good thing I've had Abandoned me.

All I want to do is hide. It's graduation day.
And everything I learned inside Didn't seem to pay.
I've had my fill of palm trees. And lighting up Grauman's Chinese.
Tell me now, what more do you need?
Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad...
'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me.

A sad and lonesome me. I'm the walking wounded. And I'd say it to your face. But I can't find my place. So tell me now, what more do you need?
Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad...
'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me.
A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me.
A sad and lonesome me.

I've heard people say they've come for miles
To pay their due respects
(for mileage, each expects).
"A pillar of community and style".
"At heart, a family man
Who'd had a change of plan".

Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley,
Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel
For my own farewell
And if you don't show, that's fine.

What's it say about me that I'm bored?
Don't need another speech
To know I'm out of reach.
Someone made a joke about the lord
And somehow it relates
To a dash between the dates.

Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley,
Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel
For my own farewell
And if you don't show, that's fine.

I don't expect you to.
You've got other things to do
In a life I now know that I never really knew.

The light are going out. They shut the lid.
I guess I lost the thread.
I'm in over my head.

Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley,
Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel
For my own farewell
And if you don't show, that's fine.

For my own farewell
And if you don't show, that's fine.

We took the crowd,
You were drunk and I was loud.
We pulled a fast one zigzagging around.
Made our way
To a table straight away.
And if you're able…

Baby, bet everything.
You're going to lose
But believe it or not you'll be highly amused

'Cause what's it worth anyway?
It's just another broken part.
Give 'em your artificial heart.

Pass the hat;
chalk up a real debt. Fancy that!
I fucking called it!
Now we're on a roll.
Lose some more.
Show him it's worth dying for
And play your favorite.

Baby bet everything
You're going to lose
But believe it or not you'll be highly amused

'Cause what's it worth anyway?
It's just another broken part.
Give 'em your artificial heart.

Punched the floor
And through the door.
And baby, may I just say on a side note.
Nothing's changed.
(Just rearranged
For you to fix.
You're awesome at it).

But these tricks
Are just theatrics
Wearing your battery out.

So splash your face
And put on that gown.
It's a race and I'm heading back down.

Baby, bet everything.
You're going to lose
But believe it or not you'll be highly amused

Because what's it worth anyway?
It's just another broken part
And I just can't get the thing to start.
Here is my artificial heart.

Let's say that was then.
Here we go again.
All our friends are filling the room.
It's like a play,
And the words that I'll say
Are not for you. They're for that costume.
Giving you hope
That when they pull the rope
It's on a happy ending. But baby, I'm pretending.

Isn't it hard?
The windows are barred
But you can't let go and can't hold onto
Anything sure,
That's attached and secure.
Looking for a lifeline online;
Something to show
That I really do know.
So that file I'm sending but baby I'm pretending.

Baby I'm pretending even though I know better

But I can't refuse
'Cause, although on a ruse
You've come to me depending, baby I'm pretending.

Baby I'm pretending.
Baby I'm pretending.

Hold my head up,
Turn around Mary Lynn.
Hold my head up,
Turn around Mary Lynn.
And if you'd only stay the night
You'd see it's not so
Black and white.
And on a hard day
Put your cares away
And pray.

Every eye will go to you.
You do not have a doubt.
'Cause baby, these appearances
Are what it's all about.
And if I told you how that looks
You'd say I've got a nervea€|
Just another particle
That we can all observe

As you trot it out.
You know how.
You trot it out.
You know how.

You had a ball at Edendale.
I'll never guess who came!
The guy who played the lover in
That film without a name.
He lavishes praise upon you,
And fetched umbrella'd drinks.
And when you think he likes you
Then you like the way he thinks.

So you trot it out.
You know how.
You trot it out, babe.
You know how.

The merits of my argumenta€"
Given up for dead.
But, humbled by the universe
Revolving 'round your head,
Suddenly you're telling me,
That, credit where it's due,
Every blessing come your way
You've been entitled to.

(Oh, you trot it out babe
You know how).

So captivate my interest with
An answer for it all.
A destiny's awaiting youa€|
You sort of feel the call.
But you can't help me with this bit
Of text you memorize.
You can make excuses
But you don't apologize.

No, you trot it out.
You know how.
You trot it out.
You know how
To trot it out, babe.
You know.
You know how.

Baby calm down.
Baby come back down to the ground.
Let me hold you;
Let me hold this moment a spell.
I can tell

That there's really not a lot of options open
For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping
that there's something else that you can do to
Make it come true,
Make it perfect,
Make it O.K..

Light the marquees.
Santa Anas twist through the trees.
And while the line swings,
Putting all your light things with his.
Trouble is

That there's really not a lot of options open
For another kind of aftermath you're hoping.
But there's something else that you can do to
Make it come true,
Make it perfect,
Make it O.K..

And there's really not a lot of options open
For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping
that there's something else that you can do to
Make it come true,
Make it perfect,
Make it O.K..

I'm on automatic
And you gotta flip the switch.
Baby there's a box in the attic
But I couldn't tell you which was which.
It's all become a running joke.
I'm what you might call simple folk.
But everything'll turn out fine.

Things are looking up.
In the meantime
Things are looking up.

I'm swinging through the top of the valley,
Felling like the missing link.
But there's another schematic
and look, she's getting me a drink
While putting flowers on his crypt
'Cause Valentino's lost the script.
But everything'll turn out fine.

Things are looking up.
In the meantime
Things are looking up.

You blew another ring.
I thought you'd quit.
Along with calling misfits
But it's me your looking up.

I'm on automatic.
The only person left to frisk.
I know I'm being over-dramatic
But I think I'm going to run that risk,
Of walking down the same old plank.
And maybe I'm about to tank,
But everything'll turn out fine.

Things are looking up.
In the meantime
Things are looking up
In the meantime.

I count the cases piled up high. For the 1: 15.
For platform and for passerby.
It's the same routine.
I'm ranting while I’m raving, There's nothing here worth saving.
Tell me now, what more do you need?
Take me to Walter Reed tonight.
Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. Well there's a few things I gotta say. And make no mistake, I'm mad...
'Cause every good thing I've had Abandoned me.

All I want to do is hide. It's graduation day.
And everything I learned inside Didn't seem to pay.
I've had my fill of palm trees. And lighting up Grauman's Chinese.
Tell me now, what more do you need?
Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad...
'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me.

A sad and lonesome me. I'm the walking wounded. And I'd say it to your face. But I can't find my place. So tell me now, what more do you need?
Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad...
'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me.
A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me.
A sad and lonesome me.

I've heard people say they've come for miles
To pay their due respects
(for mileage, each expects).
"A pillar of community and style".
"At heart, a family man
Who'd had a change of plan".

Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley,
Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel
For my own farewell
And if you don't show, that's fine.

What's it say about me that I'm bored?
Don't need another speech
To know I'm out of reach.
Someone made a joke about the lord
And somehow it relates
To a dash between the dates.

Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley,
Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel
For my own farewell
And if you don't show, that's fine.

I don't expect you to.
You've got other things to do
In a life I now know that I never really knew.

The light are going out. They shut the lid.
I guess I lost the thread.
I'm in over my head.

Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley,
Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel
For my own farewell
And if you don't show, that's fine.

For my own farewell
And if you don't show, that's fine.

Whatever news you had
Whatever shoes you had
Whatever made you mad enough
On the promenade you can
Give it a rest
Give it a seat
Or in the glass you can cut your feet

Pop a knee
Flesh torn
And everything else seems
A little worse for worn
A simple thing, I admit
Out I never did figure it

I can tell that I'm about to
I can tell when I'm without you

I've seen you juggle
I've seen your best
I've seen you running out of luck you pressed
I've seen the scores on how far up you fessed
Until a thinner air is what you're breathing now
So catch your breath
Don't just stand there holding it
I've seen you die a little death
I'm pretty sure you were here
But lately things tend to disappear
Like the days I never got around to

I can tell when I'm without you

Psychic on the corner
'Palms and Runes, Tarot and Tea'
The proprietor gives matches to the girls in line
For Club Diplomacy

Be he's not on to me
Crossed Olympic to collect my fee
But there's no one in this neighborhood who
I can tell when I'm without you
I can tell when I'm without you
I can tell when I'm without you

The fire that this town can see
Is me alight in effigy
I suppose baby don't want me around
She threw my stuff into a pit
And laughed aloud as I dove after it
I suppose baby don't want me around

Is this the place you want to be?
Out of the woods
Out of control
And is it really only me
Who never gets here with you

She changed the number, changed the lock
A rubber door in case I knock
I suppose baby don't want me around

Is this the place you want to be?
Out of the woods
Out of control
And is it really only me
Who never gets here with you

Looking up your balcony
By the light of the moon I will be
I suppose baby don't want me around

The stars above they are not real
They are the sparks from smitten steel
I propose forging is making that sound
Baby don't want me around
Baby don't want me
I suppose my baby don't want me around

Baby calm down.
Baby come back down to the ground.
Let me hold you;
Let me hold this moment a spell.
I can tell

That there's really not a lot of options open
For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping
that there's something else that you can do to
Make it come true,
Make it perfect,
Make it O.K..

Light the marquees.
Santa Anas twist through the trees.
And while the line swings,
Putting all your light things with his.
Trouble is

That there's really not a lot of options open
For another kind of aftermath you're hoping.
But there's something else that you can do to
Make it come true,
Make it perfect,
Make it O.K..

And there's really not a lot of options open
For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping
that there's something else that you can do to
Make it come true,
Make it perfect,
Make it O.K..