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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
There's a place
A local roadside shack A poor man's Paris with parking in the back There's a girl there She knows how to unwind She don't talk much but she knows just how to act I said-Don't tell me she don't love me The money's just a mere formality Every day, every night Something's going on, something's going on Down the road over yonder Any place, any time when I'm fading My love lies waiting Down the road tonight When I was younger All the older boys Would drive me way past the county fair They'd laugh and point out This roadside trailer And say something wild's going on over there They said-What they're doing Don't mean nothing to you now But someday it'll mean everything There were movies in the parlor They were dealing one-eyed jacks And when I said I loved her She said-Just keep coming back |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
Way out here, working on the docks
Everyone sees the long day through Well what would I do without the nights and the phone And the chance just to talk to you What would I do now... Just to talk to you A thousand miles away What I wouldn't give for only one night A little relief in sight Or someday when times weren't so tight CHORUS When the day goes down on the water town When the sun sinks low all around That's when I know I need you now You're what I miss Every little kiss Everybody here's a number, not a name But I guess that's all right with me As I sit alone after a long day In the abscence of company Oh I let my mind wander... A thousand miles away What I wouldn't give for only one night A little relief in sight Or someday when times weren't so tight |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
The song came and went
Like the times that we spent Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent I laughed and she'd smile It would last for awhile You don't know what you got till you lose it all again Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go A cool evening dance Listening to the bluegrass band takes the chill )From the air till they play the last song I'll do my time Keeping you off my mind but there's moments That I find, I'm not feeling too strong Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Running down by the lakeshore She did love the sound of a summer storm It played on the lake like a mandolin Now it's washing her away again Listen to the mandolin rain The boat's steaming in I watch the sidewheel spin and I Think about her when I hear that whistle blow I can't change my mind I knew all the time that she'd go But that's a choice I made long ago Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
About this time of evening, out by the bay
They turn the roadlights on the bridge A diesel rolls in silhouette, eastbound Lovers glad the sun has set I'm staring into the twilight Wishing I could find someone tonight CHORUS I know she's out there somewhere On the western skyline Lonely women say a prayer On the western skyline The rooftops sag on second street Bachelor's quarters, too much fun, not enought dough The kite's still hanging on the wire Waiting on the wind Too many dreams, not enough hope Voices on my radio Telling me where I should go CHORUS They'll set up on the bandstand When the sailors hear the whistle blow Underneath the streetlight Violence in the afterglow Give me a shiny Cadillac Close your eyes past that city limits sign He's got the admiral's daughter in the back Trying to cross her battle line As I'm staring into the twilight Wishing I could be with her tonight CHORUS |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
It's a hazy winter's day
And I'm staring out on the southland In the twilight distance on the bay My mind sees you running through the marshland All these years I've been waiting for you Through high tides and low tides too But if I stop now how could I ever be with you? It's a long race If I try I will surely finish It's a long race If I try I will surely win it Some day some night with you There's a village on the lowTern Shore Where the watermen's boats are all anchored And they work so hard all day long Showing me what you want to go after All these years I've been pushing so hard Through high times and low times too But if I stop now How could I know what I could do? |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
Four walls I built one winter
She came to share my name For years we lived as lovers on the open plains Far off the heat wave shimmers Pipelines and the gasoline One day it all came running like a bad dream Fire, smoke-filled lungs I hope I'll be standing when the day is done We're CHORUS Staring out on the red plains And we're hiding out from the smoke and the rage A lifetime living on the red plains Watching out as it all goes up in flames Get up Sunday morning Repent for Friday night Don't let 'em tell you it's gonna be a fair fight I gave her clothes and a diamond She loved the things that shine But one day the gold and the silver get left behind Fire, smoke-filled rooms I hope I'll be standing when the day is through CHORUS |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
The rain held back again
Haven't felt a drop since you went away Outside of town, the hills are brown I guess way out there you'd call 'em golden Lines outside the welfare store The clock is stopped at the bank next door They yelled like hell when the boys left home Now just like you they're all gone CHORUS The river runs low tonight Eyes are closed on the waterline The river runs low tonight And you're always drifting through my mind The river runs low tonight And you're always drifting through my mind The river runs low tonight And nobody waits for the tide to rise But I'm gonna wait till you make The river run high The old man's gettin' on Keeps the morning paper in his overcoat It keeps him warm in the cold storm And he told me today I look a little lonely Up in the air they're heading south The sky is light to the west of town With a little cash I could get around You know I'd come out there and find you CHORUS Up in the air they're heading south The sky is light to the west of town With a little cash I could get around You know I'd come out there and find you CHORUS |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
Standing in line marking time
Waiting for the welfare dime Cause they can't buy a job The man in the silk suit hurries by As he catches the poor ladies' eyes Just for fun he says get a job That's just the way it is Some things will never change That's just the way it is Ha but don't you believe them They say he little boy you can't go Where the others go Cause you don't look like they do Said hey old man how can you stand To think that way Did you really think about it Before you made the rules He said Son That's just the way it is Some things will never change That's just the way it is Ha but don't you believe them Well they passed a law in '64 To give those who ain't got a little more But it only goes so far Because the law don't change another's mind When all it sees at the hiring time Is the line on the color bar That's just the way it is Some things will never change That's just the way it is That's just the way it is it is it is it is |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
Here I am
I'm in a gaseous haze Ten lanes and tall boys Going both ways El dorado riding on the fringe Aztec princes take revenge This ain't my style, this ain't my home I'm going where it's safe to roam CHORUS Take me all the way back To the wild frontier Well I'm counting the miles Seeing her smile in the wild frontier Electric sun Electric hair Leather skin Leather underwear She said hey I'm getting in the biz Come on over I'll show you where some action is This ain't my style, this ain't my home I'm going where it's safe to roam |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
Van and Willie went out one night
Once they get out on the road Well then everything is alright Had to get away from the kids and the wives Well they ran into some city boys that didn't walk just right And the line was drawn for another showdown Like they'd always seen it done And when the lights came up on the little woods town Ther was an old man bailing out a son Going out for a night on the town Going out to the smoke and trees Going out for a night on the town Going out for a look and see Said do what your daddy told you Well I just went out and did that Van and Willie went out one night There's a green table down at the midway Where they rack up the balls for the games And reputations are made There's a green forest full of oaks and pines Where they cleared a cleared a space in the middle Where secret scores are settled And the claim was made round the table that night And they rode off through the trees And the young boys tell how the city boys tried And how one man fell to his knees Going out for a night on the town Going out to the smoke and trees Going out for a night on the town Going out for a look and see Said what made you go and do that Well we were just having a little fun Van and Willie went out one night And the line was drawn for another showdown Like they'd always seen and done And one mans night for a drunken old time Left a scar on on another one Going out for a night on the town Going out to the smoke and trees Going out for a night on the town Going out for a look and see Said do what your daddy told you Well I just went out and did that Van and Willie went out one night |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
She moved back around here thirty-five weeks ago today
Oh down the lane At night she walks on the banks and remembers how she Dreamed of rowing away And how she left one day She left with a driven look in her eyes Came back around with it still inside They said give it some time and you'll forget about it too We know they always do Well I know Some fine day You will find your way Across the river Row down slow There's a long way to go Across the river She was proud and so strong And she tried not to listen to idle talk Downtown where she walked They sit around and they say That she came back with her tail between her legs Like they always said she would Well I hear it's better on the other side They say you'll never do it so don't even try Well you may be beaten downwith your closed mind But don't try and make it mine Well I know Some fine day You will find your way Across the river Row down slow There's a long way to go Across the river "Your wild days are through" is what they said I dreamed she came, when I was down and I walked where she led Standing on the shore She looks to the west with a look of longing To where the grass seems greener There's a hard and distant prize It probably won't happen but I think I'll try Well even if it doesn't happen for me It still beats hanging around here Well I know Some fine day You will find your way Across the river Row down slow There's a long way to go Across the river |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
Woke up this morning looking at the screen
There's a couple of men talking I'm not sure what they mean There's a conversation many men running wild We learn about the world while they're fighting in the aisles Here we go What do you say, what do you know You've got your life and you watch it away It's just another day in this old town So get down Home Shopping Channel's got us by the eyes Scrambling to the phones ordering porcelain flies Talk to the women talk to the wives Everybody's buying important things for their lives Here we go What do you say, what do you know You've got your life and you watch it away It's just another day in this old town So get down He's a high performance engine with Jesus as the fuel Old father's handing out forty acres and a mule Preaching the word of prosperity Make a little more money they might just put you on t.v. Here we go What do you say, what do you know You've got your life and you watch it away Ain't no big thing it's just another day Ain't no big thing so let it ring Let it ring George Turn off the lights honey then turn off the set Life around here don't make a lot of damn sense As I closed my eyes I saw in my mind Somebody selling me a nickle for a dime Here we go What do you say, what do you know You've got your life and you watch it away It's just another day in this old town So get down, ain't no big thing so let it ring In this old town so get down It's another day so go ahead Go ahead Everybody go |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
There were people living in a green valley
Found a way to make a lot of money Made the green turn gradually gray They figured they could do whatever they wanted Everything would be alright But scars don't always heal away And the sons and the daughters got diamonds and gold But they were given a land where Strong roots never take hold Good seed don't grow On the barren ground Good things don't come along As you just sit dreaming on Good seed don't grow On the barren ground Say everything fades away There you are still around What'll you do where will you go Ther was a ship along the coast Carrying a load of black money In the sound near the northern lights When the ship set sail The crew looked for guidance In the bottom of an empty glass Then the captain said "pour me another rye" Then the water turned black as that cold winter's night Good seed don't grow On the barren ground Good things don't come along As you just sit dreaming on Good seed don't grow On the barren ground Say everything fades away There you are still around What'll you do where will you go |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
Some live life with eyes that don't see
They look away at the time of your greatest need Some talk, some'll just do, some turn their back Turn around and just walk away I know I've done that Lonely Days and lonely nights Easy to be cynical never put yourself on the line I'd like to reach out well why don't I Take the load up off your back I'd like to try Let me carry your water Let me carry the weight I will bear your burden Let me carry the load Working hard sweating all day in the long hot sun Feel alone with the heavy load you're not the only one Bossman say time to jump we say how high If you need a hand getting off your feet baby I'll try I want to cover you the the sea on the sand Easy to be cynical never take a stand Easy for me not to give a damn I'll ask you to call for me and I'll give you a hand Let me carry your water Let me carry the load I will shoulder your burden Let me carry the load Lonely nights and lonely days You wait for someone to come along and sweep you away I'll put myself out there it just might feel good I don't always do that but I think I should |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
They're looking for some hired guns on the Texas border
To shoot 'em all down if they try to cross over the water And they've got their old white hoods and the same old orders To keep the dark sons away from their daughters The nights they came on horses Are long gone with the wind Now they're passing out the torches And they're coming back again There's a shotgun blast There's a secret sign It's not a candle burning and it's not a Sunday night There's a fire on the cross There's a fire on the cross tonight There wasn't any sound but it felt like sudden thunder Two boards nailed together and burning bright He was walking by the window when he saw it Now he wonders Just what he's got to do to make him see He just want to be brothers The nights they came on horses Are long gone with the wind Now they're passing out the torches And they're coming back again There's a shotgun blast There's a secret sign It's not a candle burning and it's not a Sunday night There's a fire on the cross There's a fire on the cross tonight |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
There was a man of confused and sad nature
Thought no one loved him that was not true He said he was a lost soul didn't fit in anywhere Didn't know where to turn or who to turn to There's a lost soul coming down the road Somewhere between two worlds With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips We'll row the boat to the far shore Row the boat of the loved lost soul Ever since oh I can remember We all tried to ease the pain Took him in when he needed some shelter Tried to make him feel he was one of us again There was one day oh I can remember He sat alone with a pencil in his hand All day long he drew careful on the paper In the end just a picture of a man Of the lost soul coming down the road Somewhere between two worlds With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips We'll row the boat to the far shore Row the boat of love lost soul Oh dear Mary do you remember The day we went walking downtown As I recall it was in early December After school had just let out When I see you on the street in the twilight I may tip my hat and keep my head down You show me love but maybe I don't deserve it I've been called but not been found There's a lost soul coming down the road Somewhere between two worlds With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips We'll row the boat to the far shore Row the boat of the loved lost soul |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
Riding in the early evening I'd say
I know of a certain tree I always asked if you wanted to go You'd just sit there silently Now you say come on let's go You know where you want to be As I watch you tan in the waters so brown Desire gets the best of modesty Walk me down the side of the water Lay your weary head on me Lay your clothes up on the table Wrap your worries round the red cedar tree It's a special night Looks like a special night There'll be some changes made on the water tonight Go in a boy and come out a man Looking out at the water You say "What do you think?" Indecision in my face and arms You say you either swim or you sink Sliding off sliding on down Wetness in the evening mist No ride in the countryside Ever compared to this Walk me down the side of the water Lay your weary head on me Lay your clothes up on the table Wrap your worries round the red cedar tree It's a special night Looks like a special night There'll be some changes made on the water tonight Go in a boy and come out a man |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
And he stands at the banquet room bar
Looking over the crowd The reunion band playing too loud And he sees his fellow old star Looks him up and down Sees a little of himself in his frown The stander on the mountain Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some About the old days King of the mountain Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs Let us sit and talk of old times That's what we're supposed to do And you don't look a day over thirty-two Yes we were so funny and wild There's an old friend of mine Says I'm looking back most all the time And the stander on the mountain Listens to the sound of the city streets, the lonely heat The town he once owned King of the mountain Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs King of the hill runs away Oh she's knocking on your door tonight Oh she wants to see if she remembers right Say won't you come outside tonight Alright They drive to the lookout on the hill And when it was over They sat there and looked back Tomorrow was way in the distance Tomorrow was a long time away Nobody thought much about it And there's nothing wrong if we live for today I recall when you filled it on up And you bowed to the crowd The girls in the short skirts screaming loud The stander on the mountain Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some About the old days Big man around town Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
Well she was so fine
On the first impression I was taken, taken in by the view With eyes so soft And a face so smooth I found her selling in a fashion booth All that I said was "Do you sell suits?" She said you're a scream and your accent's so cute Her mother had to meet me, it all sounded funny But then my friends told me well the girls got money It's alright, It's okay Hey don't you worry about a thing You're the king today but there's a price you may pay If you take your seat in the royal suite You might get stranded on easy street Well she said she was A good time girl Laughing laughing a bit too loud Such a face The specialist creates She gets the benefit of the doubt I know that she wanted more than I could give But I just had to see how the other half lived She showed me her friends, she showed me her throne I didn't sell my soul I just took out a loan It's alright, It's okay Hey don't you worry about a thing You're the king today but there's a price you may pay If you take your seat in the royal suite You might get stranded on easy street She runs to her mother the social x-ray star She put me at the wheel of her father's new car She loved how her touch made me want to drive farther She loved how her money meant she'd tell me how far It's alright, It's okay Hey don't you worry about a thing You're the king today but there's a price you may pay If you take your seat in the royal suite You might get stranded on easy street |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
Well I'm walking on the floor
Hanging right round the door Hoping you will come through Wanting you to, sweat on my brow I'm no saint Nothing left but a bad excuse The heat makes you do things You might just not do In your right mind But you'll do what you do You can be sure I'll be there It's gonna take these arms of mine All that they've got to hold onto you All that I know is these arms of mine Are willing to try to keep hold of you Gonna take a whole, whole, whole lot A whole, whole, whole lot Well I'm walking the line Between wrong and right I could go either way But now you don't want me to stay You're so tired of waiting Well I'm no saint Tried to have my cake and eat it too But nobody does what you do Now another wins and I lose I might deserve to Now you'll do what you do Might be too late but I'll tell you It's gonna take these arms of mine All that they've got to hold onto you All that I know is these arms of mine Are willing to try to keep hold of you Gonna hold, hold, hold on Hold, hold, hold on |
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from Deadicated: A Tribute To The Grateful Dead [omnibus] (1991)
We can share the women, we can share the wine
We can share what we got of yours, 'cause we done shared all of mine Keep on rollin', just a mile to go Keep on rollin', my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that Heaven sent? Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me We used to play for silver, now we play for life And one's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all Not with all Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky Catch the Detroit Lightnin' out of Sante Fe The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon will keep him from the sun Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light One man gone and another to go, my old buddy, you're moving much too slow We can share the women, we can share the wine |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
You lie over there in a bed with iron rails Like a frightened child in the cold light, so frail Things were going do well, just rolling along Now, just when you think you've got it made You think it's all gone China Doll, I've got something for you A few good words, a hand to help you get through May not be much, but now it's all that I can do Lay down your weary head Do whatever you gotta do Put on your strong face when they're in the room Can't show signs of weakness; an unspoken rule Put on your strong face, act like nothing's wrong We can be so helpless, helpless and so strong China Doll, I've got something for you A few good words, a hand to help you get through May not be much, but now it's all that I can do To ease your worried mind Do something to get through We bend and break, so fragile, it's true I say everything'll be alright but I don't have a clue They say faith is a crutch, well, whatever works for you In a world where you never know I'll be there for you China Doll, I've got something for you A few good words, a hand to help you get through May not be much, but now it's all that I can do To ease your worried mind Do something to get through |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
When the night lies so still Before I go to sleep I come by, I come by Just to look at you In the dim light I say That in my own small way I will try, I will try To help you through There'll be blue skies falling There'll be sad scenes and bad dreams In a world so uncertain Through the clouds it's hard to see I will grab you and lift you As you hold on tight and sway We'll go walking Across the fields of gray There's a place I can go When the world gets me down When nothing, when nothing Goes quite right it seems As I look there I know Fortune smiles on me so But who knows, no one knows About tomorrow There'll be blue skies falling There'll be sad scenes and bad dreams In a world so uncertain Through the clouds it's hard to see I will grab you and lift you As you hold on tight and sway We'll go walking Across the fields of gray When I was younger I saw things in black and white Now all I see is a sad, hazy gray Sometimes I see a narrow flash of light Sometimes I look and you show me the way - 간 주 중 - No matter what else happens What the future will be In a world so uncertain Through the clouds it's hard to see I will grab you and carry you Calm your fears if you're afraid We'll go walking Across the fields of gray |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
Close your eyes and slip away To the dream of your fancy Close your eyes and float downstream To where the marsh grass dances Take youdown where the air is thick Try to make you shake and shiver Make you see there will be no tricks There will be no tricks tonight There will be some tricks tonight We could go down to the harbor lights Lay out on the sand on the shore Let me take you down to the docks at night Whatever you'll do I'll do more Take some hours and waste them away Let your mind flow freely Take some time and forget about the time You may find a little feeling I can see you shining with sweat Like to make you shake and shiver We could feel the air so wet We could feel it all tonight We could feel it all tonight We could go down to the harbor lights Lay out on the sand on the shore Let me take you down to the docks at night Whatever you'll do I'll do more Take you down where the air is thick Like to make you shake and shiver What I'll show you, you've probably seen Why not come on again Why not come see it again We could go down to the harbor lights Lay out on the sand on the shore Let me take you down to the docks at night Whatever you'll do I'll do more |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
Is he sane or insane That's all they want to know Is he crazy or strange then If so, I want to go I've seen him leave at night Followed him so far Drove out about thirteen miles Then he pulled in to a shothouse bar For a Long Tall Cool One Don't know just what's going down Long Tall Cool One Looks like a new friend I've found Walking in the shadows Now I want back in the light As I make the drop I've got some Second thoughts tonight You see I walked in, sat right down Offered him a light Big talk for about thirteen hours He said can you help me with a job tonight For a Long Tall Cool One Don't know just what's going down Long Tall Cool One He said something's in it for me right now I've reached out into the darkness Jumped up from my bed Woke up in the middle of the night Got myself in way over my head For the Long Tall Cool One Don't know just what's going down Long Tall Cool One Looks like a new friend I've found |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
Train rolls by about 3 a.m. Wakes me up from a fitful sleep Got the urge to jump on board I believe I'm in a little too deep Walk the train station Walking through the park Looking out for something Still in the dark One day you'll see something Oh, with a familiar ring It'll be just me moving through On the way to something It's your life, it's your world It's your world, and I'm just passing through It's your life, it's your world Your life and I'm just passing through Tired and confused, yes I am Don't see much in the future for me I'm a vagabond and a drifter Not so hard to be Walking down the highway Walking through the park Looking out for something Still in the dark Don't know what to say when I see you smile So I guess I'll just turn my head and go On the way to another mile It's your life, it's your world It's your world, and I'm just passing through It's your life, it's your world Your life and I'm just passing through Walking down the highway Walking through the park Looking out for something Still in the dark Want faith in something So hard to believe Maybe on night soon Maybe you could make me see It's your life, it's your world It's your world, and I'm just passing through It's your life, it's your world Your life and I'm just passing through |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
Hey now, where are you going Where are you going to my friend Said I'm going out to find The pastures of plenty I believe that they're out there somewhere Did you hear about the girl Alone in the world Thought she was losing her mind She found it in the discarded refuse pile Down near the railroad line A book of sonnets torn and tattered A few remained intact One held the key, she said to me To getting some feeling back Sometimes my head turns round and round Sometimes you talk, but I can't hear a sound Sometimes I look down, find my feet off the ground I feel that I'm somewhere else bound Hey now, where are you going Where are you going to my friend Said I'm going out to find The pastures of plenty I believe that they're out there somewhere She looked down the railroad track Lined with trees on each side She prayed for the strength to run to the boxcar To pull herself up for a ride You invite me to your house - you're so sincere We sit so close for a while You reach out for me in the low light so clear But you look like you're frowning when you smile Hanging around just to see what could happen Hanging on by oh, the thinnest thread Sometimes I feel the faintest glimpse Sometimes I feel I'd be better off in bed Hey now, where are you going Where are you going to my friend Said I'm going out to find The pastures of plenty I believe that they're out there somewhere |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
I've been riding around with the top down Like I always do My love at my side, but only this time My friends say something's changed you They said you're running with the wrong set The girl is someone you should never have met Let her go on her own, son Everyone else has just come undone The old town fathers are up in arms The city council is very alarmed Cousins and uncles are having fits Predictors of doom think this is it Everybody else is just hanging around And me and me baby we're the talk of the town The statue there in the town square Seems to stare at me Walking around with my head down They say can't we make you see Said, son, you know w're really color blind But everybody else seems to really mind Lose her now, I think you'll find Everything else will just fall in line The Chamber of Commerce is up in arms The city council is very alarmed Cousins and uncles are having fits Predictors of doom think this is it Everyone else is just thinking out loud And me and my baby are the talk of the town We're probably not the first Surely not the last Shouldn't throw stones out from your house of glass Round here lots of crackers and cheese Stay away from theose my daddy said to me You'll get in trouble if you mess with these The old town fathers are up in arms The city council is very alarmed Cousins and uncles are having fits Predictors of doom think this is it Everybody else is just hanging around And me and me baby we're the talk of the town |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
Sometimes I get lucky Most times I come up short Got to pull up the lines Got to move around the bend They say it's a dying breed They say it's going to disappear Nothing I can do, oh, but pull up the load again The tide will rise And the tide will fall We'll be out on the water Before the break of dawn The tide will rise And the tide will fall Oh, we'll be working on the water When the long, long day is gone Full moon it was always best Keep a little and you sell the rest Living on hope that the seed is sown again Red sky in the evening Better times are coming they say Well, why do I feel it's all coming to an end The tide will rise And the tide will fall We'll be out on the water Before the break of dawn The tide will rise And the tide will fall Oh, we'll be working on the water When the long, long day is gone When the seed is broken Nothing left to grow on When you lose the seed It's hard to bring it on back Never bowed to no one Always went my own way Broke down, run aground, but I won't run away And the tide will rise The tide will rise And the tide will fall We'll be out on the water Before the break of dawn The tide will rise And the tide will fall Oh, we'll be working on the water When the long, long day is gone |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
It came on fast when I heard the blast And the main generator made a giant gasp It was round about midnight, about half past And the city went black as coal so fast Oh, what a time Everybody was fazing, hazing Oh, what a time It was a time to be amazing Time to lose all reason or rhyme What a time It was bad to worse, as the landlord cursed And the water tank in the backyard burst We were slipping and sliding and killing thirst And we couldn't see a soul doing it in the dirt Oh, what a time Everybody was praising, raising Oh, what a time It was a time to be amazing Time to lose all reason or rhyme What a time A thousand people singing in the dark Couldn't see a thing A thousand people singing in the dark Oh, what a time Everybody was razing, grazing Oh, what a time It was a time to be amazing Time to lose all reason or rhyme What a time |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
Cocked and ready oh here i stand Anticipating the laying on of hands Might be frivolous, may be profound But it feels like deliverance going down Hey now, come on around The big rumble is coming down Go tell it on the mountainside Over the hills and across the sky Hey now, watch out, run Big rumble is about to come Go tell it to the people there Over the hills and everywhere The young girls screaming as the gym rat speaks Might see some walk-on on a shooting streak Big snake charmers and medicine men Some like daniels in the lion's den Hey now, come on around The big rumble is coming down Go tell it on the mountainside Over the hills and across the sky Hey now, watch out, run Big rumble is about to come Go tell it to the people there Over the hills and everywhere A man with a ball as a saviour too A strange conception of the holy truth The biggest and the baddest of moses too Works for some, maybe me and you Hey now, come on around The big rumble is coming down Go tell it on the mountainside Over the hills and across the sky Hey now, watch out, run Big rumble is about to come Go tell it to the people there Over the hills and everywhere |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
Deep down in the south country Over where a paper mill runs Lived a man, a young coutnry doctor With a perfect wife and sons Well he worked his days And Sunday's he's pray And nobody knew Why the wife slowly withered away I saw the country doctor, to ask him what was wrong with me He was caught unaware, accidental and devil may care Behind the curtain I see, two shadows in front of me Oh, nobody knows the trouble I've seen My guess, there was another woman And with the kids and the money there was a lot to lose He said she had a rare affliction And he was doing all he could do And we all believed him Felt so sorry and then I thought once he was a fine man Now I don't remember when I saw the country doctor, to ask him what was wrong with me He was caught unaware, accidental and devil may care Behind the curtain I see, bottles unmarked in front of me Whoa, nobody knows the trouble I've seen I saw the country doctor, in a place where he didn't see me Way out in the middle of the night where he thought no one could see Over there in the parlor room, making eyes, hands roaming free Someone soon must know, the trouble I've seen Did you think about the young ones One day they'll know it was you And if they let you off one day Who then will you turn to And my wife remembers one thing She said I remember kind of strangely At a friends wedding one time It was just a look that he gave me |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
It's been a long time coming This feeling I've got That things'll always go your way Such a long shot Been so deep in the hole Thought I'd never come out Anything can happen Oh, I know that now One slip One fall A turn of the head can change it all A step ahead A step behind A blink of an eye at the wrong time North, South, East, and West Spin the wheel and hope for the best No regrets and it's on we roll Put it in drive, set the cruise control Walk tall, anywhere you go Wheels roll, and the whistle will blow Many miles, oh, I may roam Put it in drive, set the cruise control He was holding on, he trusted me Then he slipped away He fell hard and now I've just got myself to blame When he smiled at me finally Oh, I came around You can't worry, you never know So don't beat yourself down One slip One Fall A turn of the head can change it all A step ahead A step behind A blink of an eye at the wrong time North, South, East, and West Spin the wheel and hope for the best No regrets and it's on we roll Put it in drive, set the cruise control Walk tall anywhere you go Wheels roll and the whistle will blow Many miles, oh I may roam Put it in drive, set the cruise control In my darkest hour, my longest day Oh, my mind was a prison I could feel it taking me down to stay Then I said "forget this" It's out of your hands, any way North, South, East, and West Spin the wheel and hope for the best No regrets and it's on we roll Put it in drive, set the cruise control Wheels roll and the whistle will blow Walk tall anywhere you go Many miles, oh I may roam Put it in drive, set the cruise control Oh where I'll go I just don't know Pick myself up and roll, roll Up shead I can't see at all Take it slow, let the cards fall |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
We've lived around here most all of our lives Did most anything we wanted to do We will celebrate every 4th of July Just a little tamer than most of the rest of us do Don't light a match, don't play with fire Pull down easy on the gas lighter There's a shelter down at the veteran's hall Living in the shadow of the hot house ball We can dance in the streets any night or day The big ball men built such a nice old park One day we'll celebrate every Halloween Our faces as masks everyone glow in the dark Don't light a match, don't play with fire Step real lightly on the barbed wire Keep the noise down to hear the meltdown call Living in the shadow of the hot house ball Temper's hot, better pray for rain Better watch out now for the gamma rays Party time at the government gate Don't light a match, don't play with fire Pull down easy on the gas lighter There's a shelter down at the veteran's hall Living in the shadow of the hot house ball |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
So nice to be here With all you good people Is anybody listening To what we're doing tonight Could you give us a chance While you hit the sauce Might try a little flash up here Just to get ourselves across Hit It Let the spirit linger Get Up And do the spider fingers I could show you on a table I could show you on a chair It's best shown on the black and whites I know I could take you there It's just a little hand trick A little prestidigitation Better get out your Hanon Practice and repetition We better do something Before they tell us to get lost Sometimes you've just got to repeat yourself Just to get your point across Hit it And let the spirit linger Get up Do the spiderfingers A little spider tongue How long will we be here Well, babe, I just don't know Depends on the fate, the luck of the draw Or maybe a flashy little show Hit It Let the spirit linger Get up Do the spider fingers |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
I heard you say that tonight's the night You say there's a party going on I'm in the door like an old 78 side And I hear 'em out hitting on a Coleman song My friend John with a mirror and a spoon Got a belt and mainline scene A couple getting off in the back room And someone's collecting money for the friend in need Sounds like a good time, a ball to me Sounds like a place I'd like to be There's a little crowd you're gonna want to meet They got a thing going on Swing Street Nice old man in the corner booth Making time with Jive-time Stu She makes her sting neath the table blue She says she's a actor but she's hooking as a sideline too Sounds like a good time, a ball to me Sounds like a place I'd like to be Everybody rolls when it's time to meet They got a thing going on Swing Street You say there's nothing but bums around here Listen to the sound of the cymbal so clear Cutting contest on the stand Somebody's trying to blow you away What makes him swing harder than you do Better hit the woodshed for ninety days Sounds like a good time, a ball to me Sounds like a place I'd like to be There's a little crowd you're gonna want to meet They got a thing going on Swing Street |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
The scene is set, everybody's in place Two chairs filled for every five gone to waste Pantsuit girl give me a nasty gaze She says play that on your own time Walk to the bandstand blow my horn Nobody knows what we're really here for Let's take it out hard till they show us the door It's us against them tonight Play the changes Make the changes hear the changes Take it out hard till they show us the door A girl with a nose ring said to me She said where's the joy in your delivery I said maybe there's not supposed to be Any real joy here at all She sat there with that plaster smile As we sit jiving but in a little while Holding her hair she joined the single file And walked on down the hall Play the changes Make the changes Hear the changes It's us against them, them tonight The owner says he thinks we need some work Got a place for you, got some roadwork Laying asphalt on the interstate Nobody cares and why should they A white girl in a dashiki says you're all the rage My friends and I think you're quite the sage Wear a kofu and a finger gauge To see which way the wind blows today Play the changes See the changes Hear the changes To see which way the wind blows today Old friend Dave with the silver spoon Says why don't you play those good old tunes Give it up now, you could fill the room I say there's nothing like a good Trane tune Changes These things called changes Where do we go from here |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
Someone's dancing on the table Someone's got an old book in the back Some old jocks are sitting round their neighbors Exaggerating their stats Again There's Mr. D.E. in the corner Dancing with Miss Virginia former I didn't htink I'd really have a good time But I don't remember you looking so fine It's been a long dark night alright I've been running on a low love light Maybe the longest night Maybe it's over, over tonight Most everyone all around Most have an interesting story Even those who don't have much to say Even interest me when they're just boring To him And then there's Mr. B.M.O.C. Talking so loud to Mr. P.E. Someone said that his best days are past But I know this first chance won't be his last It's been a long dark night alright I've been running on a low love light Maybe the longest night Maybe it's over, over tonight Hey now Mr. D.J. Keep those good songs coming Cause I'm having such a good time tonight Moving making up for so much long lost time Not much going since the old days One long solo ride I came here just to live in the past But maybe I'm seeing the future at last It's been a long dark night alright I've been running on a low love light Maybe the longest night Maybe it's over, over tonight |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
Parking lot's full, the crowd's here All to see and hear the food and beverage seer Bumpin' time, everyone side to side Left allemand and do-pah-so time Here she comes, coming round the bend Been to the bathroom and she's going back again Fix the hair, baby powder the shine Just to give a good cold shoulder next time Been around town and we're going again Hallalujah when you get to the end Summer's come now don't you feel the sting All going down looking for the tango king Look at Pete, he's a lounge lizard All want to stand where eh stands Spin that girl neath the colored ball Fancy plaid man's the envy of all Been around town and we're going again Hallalujah when you get to the end Summer's come now don't you feel the sting All going down looking for the tango king All the sounds, and truth is found with a drink in hand Kings of lounge, and button-downs are coming back again Coming back again Been around town and we're going again Hallalujah when you get to the end Summer's come now don't you feel the sting All going down looking for the tango king |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
My name is Vernon James and I live to the south of town I work my window watching the women go round and round Some people come here for love Some people come for fantasy When two in the morning comes around My baby comes around for me Someone come, come my someone Take the clouds from my eyes, my one I know that, that sometime soon One day we'll walk in the sun I'm taking tickets and watching the men always looking down Sometimes I feel like an animal in the zoo staring out No one looks me in the eye They save it for the girls inside I don't much care what they see I know she saves it all for me Someone come, come my someone Take the clouds from my eyes, my one I know that, and sometime soon One day we'll walk in the sun Some people come here for love Some come for curiosity I know there will be a day I know we'll figure out a way Someone come, come my someone Take the clouds from my eyes, my one I know that sometime soon One day we'll walk in the sun Someone come, come my someone Take the clouds from my eyes, my one I know that sometime soon One day we'll walk in the sun One day we'll walk in the sun One day we'll walk in the sun One day we'll walk in the sun |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
She walked into town in a long white gown And the band played on with no one around And the rice was gone hours ago And the white wheeled limousine's standing alone Well, they met at the club where the brasses blow Where the wine did flow, oh, he moved so slow But finally one night as the wind stood still Het got up the nerve and she said "I will" The day did come and the groomsmen arrived Came a little early to go over their lines As they walked to the church on the cobblestones Was heard in the bushes a moan and a groan Well, she walked into town in a long white gown And the band played on with no one around And the rice was gone hours ago And the white wheeled limousine's standing alone She didn't want to think that she lived a lie There was always talk of a wandering eye He'd come to the club abd he'd look all around It took a fair-minded man not to wonder aloud Well, she walked into town in a long white gown And the band played on with no one around And the rice was gone, oh hours ago And the white wheeled limousine's standing alone And the father of the bride is drinking so slow |
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from Bonnie Raitt - Road Tested (1995)
I am an old woman
named after my mother an old man is another child who's grown old If dreams were thunder lightning was desire this old house it would've burned down a long time ago Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery Make me a poster of an old rodeo Just give me one thing that I can hold on to to believe in this livin' is just a hard way to go When i was a young girl I had me a cowboy it wasn't much to look at it was a free ramblin' man There was a long time no matter how I tried the years they just rolled by like a broken down dance Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery Make me a poster of an old rodeo Just give me one thing that I can hold on to to believe in this livin' is just a hard way to go There's flies in the kitchen I can hear them there buzzin' And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today But how the hell can a person go on to work in the morning to come home in the evening and have nothing to say Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery Make me a poster of an old rodeo Just give me one thing that I can hold on to to believe in this livin' is just a hard way to go |
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from Bonnie Raitt - Road Tested (1995)
Don't have to humble yourself to me
I ain't your judge or your king Baby, you know I ain't no Queen of Sheba We may not even have our dignity, This could be just a powerful thing Baby we can choose, you know we ain't no amoeba Are you ready for the thing called love? Don't come from me and you, it comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for the thing called love? I ain't some icon carved out of soap Sent here to clean up your reputation Baby, you know you ain't no Prince Charming We can live in fear or act out of hope Some kind of peaceful situation Baby, how come the cry of love is so alarming Are you ready for the thing called love? Don't come from me and you, it comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for the thing called love? Ugly ducklings don't turn into swans Glide off down the lake Whether your sunglasses are off or on You only see the world you make Are you ready for the thing called love? Don't come from me and you, it comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for it? Are you ready for the thing called love? Don't come from me and you, it comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for it Are you ready for love, baby Oooh, yeah babe Are you ready for love |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair People laughing and smiles all around me Balloons and paper in my hair There's a man in a car with the top down Waving wildly at me The poor son of a gun, I know he's thinking Better him, him than me I've stared down the devil, and had to look away Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came Laid down odd and even, but double zero played That's alright, I'm a lucky one Such a fortunate son I was always taught well, taught well To be the strong one and keep it inside But sometimes I sit beside the freeway And howl out at the dark, dark sky I might just have to go out and burn one Have a drink or a few Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke And give the old man's best salute I've stared down the devil, and had to look away Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came Laid down odd and even, but double zero played That's alright, I'm a lucky one Such a fortunate son I might just have to go out and burn one Have a drink or a few Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke And give the old man's best salute I've stared down the devil, and had to look away Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came Laid down odd and even, but double zero played That's alright, I'm a lucky one Such a fortunate son |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
Jenny drove out to Vegas for the first time
Picked up a guy hitching on the highway side Rode into town together looking for a sign Thought they saw something in the keno lights She'd always do what she should Nice girl of the neighborhood Had everything that money could buy Went out for a ride, looking for the Funhouse, dark as night Strap in for the long ride Funhouse, don't be frightened Who knows what you'll find Jimmy was fascinated with the made men Went out to find any movie he could rent Died his hair black, bought him an olive oil suit To run with the wolves, like Romulus in Reno would I know you play by the rules But I know you've got a dark streak too Go out for a closer view Go out for a ride, looking for the Funhouse, dark as night Strap in for the long ride Funhouse, don't be frightened Who knows, you might like it She loved how she felt that tingle in her body When she had her palm read in the back of the house She loved how everybody loved her when she took it out Would jump around, would scream and shout Forbidden fruit sure tastes fine Better than towing the long, straight line Careful what you ask for you might just find You like it when you cross the line, looking for the Funhouse, dark as night Strap in for the long ride Funhouse, don't be frightened Who knows what you'll find Funhouse, dark as night Strap in for the long ride Funhouse, danger's high Who knows, what you might find Funhouse, dark as night Strap in for the long ride Funhouse, dno't be frightened Who knows, you might like it |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
You're saying I've got
Got a lot, lot of nerve To say that we could We could be friends You're thinking I'm just Another one telling lies Don't want to be fooled Fooled again When you always go your way And I always go mine Maybe one day we'll come together Go across the great divide I heard somebody Calling you a bad name I was speechless Didn't say anything to him Next time I swear It's gonna be different I promise not to be silent again And you always go your way And I always go mine Maybe one day we'll come together Go across the great divide And I always cross to the other side But I go back every time Maybe one day we'll come together Go across the great divide I saw a bombed aisle Heard a gunshot ring Saw two matchsticks burn Felt the bedsheets sting Ugly words on a wall And a robe in flames I saw a little boy smile When the clouds did move away And you always go your way And I always go mine Maybe one day we'll come together Go across the great divide |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
Oh, I'm leaning on a rail
Letting my eyes roam over the plain Oh, I'm laughing on my break Feeling like a captive on a long chain Watch the people pick up sticks Big boss man cracks his whip It's serious but we laugh to keep from crying (whoa, crying) Spouting out the company line Everything here's just fine He says he cares about me but he's lying (whoa, lying) And up, up in the big house The king of the hill Oh, I'm watching the boss man Talking to his sister with the dirty hands They sit, cussing at the rules Wishing they could lose me as fast as they can He's got me in the roughest rig He thinks I took his brother's gig People say they've got the game rigged (whoa, rigged) His daddy gave him everything A job and a house and his earring Why does he think that I'm so threatening, (whoa, so bad) And up, up in the big house King of the hill And there, driving the big cat King of the hill I'm over in my space Swatting bugs, sweat stains rolling down my face I'm trying not to drink Knowing I've got to roll out of this place Watch the people pick up bricks King of the hill with his nightstick Caught up in accounting tricks Throw a bone to the poor hicks Got some candy, take a lick Great white hope, shooting bricks Time to let us all share the wealth (whoa, the wealth) Getting coffee for the big stick Hand in his pants at the skin flick Leisure suit, but thinks he's slick Lots of poisons, take your pick Mama, mama, mama come quick Feeling like I'm getting sick Have you noticed any nervous tics Think I'd better take care of myself (whoa, myself) And up, up in the big house King of the hill And there, driving the big cat King of the hill |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
I'm walking outside
And I see you arrive I say let's go for a ride And have a good old time, whoa I'm saving up lies Or just stay quiet every time While you talkin' your line Keep everything fine, whoa, fine Between us, I can see Things are not what they used to be My old friend changed Or maybe it was me Things get so complicated Jokes made, friendships dissipated Long silence but I speak Now so belated I say, hey, wait a minute What's that you said? Not so sure that I heard you right Whoa, oh, hey, wait a minute Oh, say that again You're in the dust Drawing a long straight line We'd be playing outside We'd swing on the swings Shared most everything Sit there and even sing Now I sit and wonder Why it's a friendship charade Looking for fights all day I don't want to play, whoa But I do, here we go I fire off another lame remark You're in the dark No bite, just your bark But it leaves a painful mark Oh, painful mark on your soul Takes its toll I might as well fold I've got my courage up Gonna roll low I say, hey, wait a minute What's that you said? I'm not so sure that I heard you right Whoa, oh, wait a minute Say that again You're in the dust drawing a long straight line We talk and talk But you never see Unreconstructed defiantly My old friend changed Or maybe it was me Things get so complicated Jokes made, friendships dissipated I've stayed quiet So we don't get alienated I say, hey, wait a minute What's that you said? I'm not so sure that I heard you right Whoa, oh, hey, wait a minute Oh, say that again You're in the dust drawing a long straight line Wait, wait a minute Oh, say that again Watch yourself drawing A line in the dust |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
You know I think it's a funny thing
People talk without listening People listen without hearing I do it all the time You know it's a funny phenomenon People on their constant run So obvious to me and yet I never stop to get set Listen to the silence You might hear what you're looking for Hearing nothing but the sound of your mind Listen to the silence A little quiet time You just might find what you're after If you close your eyes, hmmm There's a jackhammer here, a speechmaker there Here a gun, there a gun, everywhere See my man go tearing his hair When everything's fine I don't pretend to know a lot I'll do the best with what I've got Clear my head and give it a shot Till the stars line up right Listen to the silence You might hear what you're looking for Hearing nothing but the sound of your mind Listen to the silence A little quiet time You just might find what you're after If you close your eyes This isn't deep, it's not profound It;s just something that I think about now Had to find a new way around The old way's not right Self-help books and the latest moves Who knows what will get you through Don't know about me, less about you I don't know but I'll try Listen to the silence You might hear what you're looking for Hearing nothing but the sound of your mind Listen to the silence A little quiet time You just might find what you're after If you free your mind It's a noisy life I'm living right now Believe I've done my time in the loud Noisy life I'm living right now I've played my joyful song with a loud sound |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
Spent the night over at a friend's place
Sunday morning came he was in my face Said I want to take you to a place Put you in a state of grace Drove way out to a cinder block house I walked in like a Thomas in doubt Saw a man in a reptile suit With a rattling sound Whoa no, whoa no I can't get with this here I know Never seen nothin' like this before Hey-ey-hey-ey And Hallelujah and praise the man Upstairs with the long hand Wrap the snake and the angels sing Take your ride with the preacher in the ring There was bitin' and jumpin' And moans and wails Believers out shakin' on the spirit trail Then some came and threw The man in jail, the man in jail He lifted up the snake overhead so high Eyes closed tight but he praised the sky Was a wild-eyed scramble over tables And chairs to see the light Whoa whoa so long Copperheads and sacred songs The book of Mark[1] couldn't be wrong Hey-ey-hey-ey Hallelujah and praise the man Upstairs with the long hand Wrap the snake and watch 'em all sting As they go ten rounds with the preacher in the ring Say they're lockin' 'em up They've got 'em on the run Might as well sue all the doctors When they don't get it done Not everything everybody does Works all the time, son Whoa no, whoa no Say you got the answer Well how do you know? It works for me that's all I know Hey-ey-hey-ey Hallelujah and praise the man Upstairs with the long hand Wrap the snake and watch 'em all sting As they go ten rounds with the preacher in the ring |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
I'm on a long sojourn
I'm sitting here shedding my skin Don't know about inside, ugly on the outside They're all messing with me for the shape I'm in I'm looking for a clean slate Just need to find a new mind state Hey, let's go looking for squirrels Let's find something to do I think she's shooting it right at you Look down I said right at you And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safe And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place Hey, let's duck down this side street Maybe no, nobody else will see Everybody sees us as big fat bastards But I can just see you looking at me Ever feel like a side-show attraction Ever feel like a walking infraction Some people call me Tarzan in my big, big sweats Don't know just what they mean Maybe not good, real bad I bet And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place I'm looking for a clean slate Just need to find a new way, way to relate You ever feel like a street walker I get by being a funny talker All those funny jokes sting, so keep walkin' And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
I think maybe I knew her in school
In my memory's faded view I remember years ago Her name I barely knew Years later I saw her in town Knocking on my window talking loud She said, "Baby do you need a date Or just a little foolin' around" Way down where the red light's low Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow Crawlin' where the sun don't show 'Neath the sad moon Walking the streets, all on display Standing there and laying in wait She looks at me and I look away 'Neath the sad moon I said, "Thanks, no I don't need that" But as she turned her naked back She turned to go, and I just had to stare at her walking away Looking out there it might be me But for the grace of God, oh, I can see A grain of sand, a strand of hair A chromosome of someone's dare Way down where the red light's low Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow Crawlin' where the sun don't show 'Neath the sad moon Walking the streets, all on display Standing there and laying in wait She looks at me and I look away 'Neath the sad moon Couldn't help but follow her Felt so bad but couldn't stop Curiosity's got me Worth a damn I know I'm not I put her down, but want her too Ashamed to say I want her a lot Guess I'll go and move along Let it go, let it drop Way down where the red light's low Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow Crawlin' where the sun don't show 'Neath the sad moon Walking the streets, all on display Standing there and laying in wait She looks at me and I look away 'Neath the sad moon |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
There was a little girl picked up a doll
Oh, so white as snow Said this is me as I really am Same little girl picked up a doll Looked just like her And threw it away in the garbage, the garbage can One man in a courtroom with a grim-faced stare A sea of armchair experts judging what's said One man saw another man, oh, that could've been him One man and a woman saw nothing but red, red, red You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today, hey Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way One man saw a healer doing such good, good things One man saw a sinner by the Holy Sea Well Jesus and the Pharisees didn't see eye to eye But the man on the shore saw so clearly You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today, hey Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way I want to be at the meeting Well, I want to be in that number When we all see, see the same See the same way One man saw a million men Standing in peaceful grace One man saw nobody missing work Telling lots of bad jokes Might just make you feel good But you never know who you Who you hurt with your words You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today, hey Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way, hey now There was a man playing G.I. Joe Way back there in the woods In training for the coming of the promised war Seeing all conspiracy Needs somebody to blame If only he could open up Love a little more, hmm You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today, hey Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way, hey now I want to be at the meeting Well, I want to be in that number When we all see, see the same See the same way |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
I'm shaking my shadow hand
Shaking my shadow hand In light of all I've learned so far I don't believe I'm so strange In spite of all this time I spend Calling the air by a name When the first light goes over the trees He will be singing with me And if I feel like singing alone He always leaves me be I'm shaking my shadow hand As the sun moves round the bend With an imaginary man And we'll make believe around and around again I'm shaking my shadow hand There's a man out walking around in the night A lantern in his hand Looking all around, searching in vain For an honest man In my little world of make-believe I talk to myself or my friend If some real life comes tempting me I'm going back in my room again I'm shaking my shadow hand As the sun moves round the bend With an imaginary man And we'll make believe around and around again I'm shaking my shadow hand So nice to pretend, think I'll do it again No cards to send, no torn heart to mend A little imagination and then A world of fantasy with my friend I'm shaking my shadow hand As the sun moves round the bend With an imaginary man And we'll make believe around and around again I'm shaking my shadow hand As the sun moves round the bend With an imaginary man And we'll make believe again It's my shadow hand |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
Crawl up the back steps
Up to the back door Reach up in the dark Turn the handle a little more Open up real slow So the door won't creak Look ahead, look behind Don't shuffle your feet Hey - They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Sneaking around, feeling badly Sneaking up on Boo Radley Hear the caterpillar crawl Hear the bedbugs bite Hear the crickets scream All the sounds of the night Hear the sound of footprints On the ground I think I see Don't step on the lightning bugs Watch the crack in your knees They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Sneaking around, feeling badly Sneaking up on Boo Radley They say he's funny, got a loose screw Stay away, he's a threat to you Give him a break, what do we know Might turn out we would like him so We fear what we just don't know I heard he served a long time ago Saw some things we'll never know We laugh and sneak around in the night Fun and games but I know it's not right Both scared and fascinated Ignorant we castigate him Both scared and fascinated Ignorant we flagellate him They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Down the street, walking sadly My little sister, loves him madly I'm feeling like the Man From Gladly Sneaking up on Boo Radley Sneaking up on Boo Radley |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
I would try most anything
While I stand here lingering Have a couple of songs to sing To take your mind away Promises of treats I bring I'd give you most everything Doesn't change anything You're just going away Going away going, going, gone away again Here today, gone tomorrow Little ones can't hide their sorrow Gong, going, gone away See you holding back a tear The moment when I disappear You look and look until it's clear He's gone for a long time You say don't make a special trip here Please don't because I fear Some of my new friends Might just spy a tear Going away going, going, gone away again Here today, gone tomorrow Little ones can't hide their sorrow Gong, going, gone away That's enough places, Dad Can't you see from our faces, Dad? Going away going, going, gone away again Here today, gone tomorrow Little ones can't hide their sorrow Gong, going, gone away If you see a sunlight moon Know that I can see it too Know that I am with you Promise I'll be home soon I'm kind of glad that you miss me Sort of hope you keep insisting |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
This is no fond farewell
You can be sure I could wish It was no farewell at all It's been a good long run Oh, to be sure I don't regret much Not much at all I'm gonna love the night away Gonna do what I want to any old day And all at once I know the clouds Gonna clear for me And I will do all right Well in truth, I might I may be stumbling round on some cold night And I will miss the times when we were so right Although it seems so long ago, so long This is my swan song, I'm gone, gone This is no sorrowful day You can be sure I've got No axe to grind at all It's circumstance or burn out You can be sure I've been grinding Till I'm grinding to a halt Sometimes it's the right thing to cut the cord You've been holding on hard but your hands get sore Sometimes it's worth it, but sometimes you wonder what for And I will do all right Well in truth, I might I may be stumbling round in some dim light And I will miss the times when it was so right Although it seems so long ago, so long This is my swan song, I'm gone, gone And I will do all right Well in truth, I might I may be stumbling round on some cold night And I will do all right Well in truth, I might I may be stumbling round on some cold night And I will miss the times when we were so right Although it seems so long ago, so long This is my swan song, I'm gone, gone This is my swan song, I'm gone, gone I'm gone, yeah, I'm gone I'll be long, long gone, long gone |
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from Woodstock '99 (2000)
I'm on a long sojourn
I'm sitting here shedding my skin Don't know about inside, ugly on the outside They're all messing with me for the shape I'm in I'm looking for a clean slate Just need to find a new mind state Hey, let's go looking for squirrels Let's find something to do I think she's shooting it right at you Look down I said right at you And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safe And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place Hey, let's duck down this side street Maybe no, nobody else will see Everybody sees us as big fat bastards But I can just see you looking at me Ever feel like a side-show attraction Ever feel like a walking infraction Some people call me Tarzan in my big, big sweats Don't know just what they mean Maybe not good, real bad I bet And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place I'm looking for a clean slate Just need to find a new way, way to relate You ever feel like a street walker I get by being a funny talker All those funny jokes sting, so keep walkin' And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair People laughing and smiles all around me Balloons and paper in my hair There's a man in a car with the top down Waving wildly at me The poor son of a gun, I know he's thinking Better him, him than me I've stared down the devil, and had to look away Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came Laid down odd and even, but double zero played That's alright, I'm a lucky one Such a fortunate son I was always taught well, taught well To be the strong one and keep it inside But sometimes I sit beside the freeway And howl out at the dark, dark sky I might just have to go out and burn one Have a drink or a few Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke And give the old man's best salute I've stared down the devil, and had to look away Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came Laid down odd and even, but double zero played That's alright, I'm a lucky one Such a fortunate son I might just have to go out and burn one Have a drink or a few Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke And give the old man's best salute I've stared down the devil, and had to look away Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came Laid down odd and even, but double zero played That's alright, I'm a lucky one Such a fortunate son |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm
That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done While the firelight's aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow Till things we've never seen will seem familiar Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm Down in Carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him Who came through many fights, but lost at love While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion's den Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise Strategy was his strength, and not disaster The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him That's how it stands today. You decide if he was wise The story teller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voice His job is to shed light, and not to master Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold In hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
Is he sane or insane
That's all they want to know Is he crazy or strange Then if so, I want to go I've seen him leave at night Followed him so far Drove out about thirteen miles Then he pulled in to a shothouse bar For a ... Long tall cool one Don't know just what's going down Long tall cool one Looks like a new friend I've found Walking in the shadows Now I want back in the light As I make the drop I've got some Second thoughts tonight You see I walked right in, sat right down Offered him a light Big talk for about thirteen hours He said, can you help me with a job tonight, For a ... Long tall cool one Don't know just what's going down Long tall cool one He said something's in it for me right now I've reached out into the darkness Jumped up from my bed Woke up in the middle of the night Got myself in way over my head For the ... Long tall cool one Don't know just what's going down Long tall cool one Looks like a new friend I've found Long tall cool one But it better never bite me well Long tall cool one Customer's always right ... |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
The song came and went
Like the times that we spent Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent I laughed and she'd smile It would last for a while You don't know what you got till you lose it all again Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break Every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go A cool evening dance Listening to the bluegrass band takes the chill From the air till they play the last song I'll do my time Keeping you off my mind But there's moments that I find I'm not feeling so strong Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break Every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Running down by the lakeshore She did love the sound of a summer storm It played on the lake like a mandolin Now it's washing her away once again The boat's steaming in I watch the sidewheel spin And I think about her when I hear that whistle blow I can't change my mind I knew all the time That she'd go But that's a choice I made long ago Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break Every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go ----- When the last rose of summer pricks my finger And the hot sun chills me to the bone When I can't hear the song for the singer And I can't tell my pillow from a stone I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain And the stars start to splatter in the sky When the moon hits the southwest horizon With the scream of an eagle on the fly I will walk alone by the black muddy river And listen to the ripples as they moan I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own Black muddy river, roll on forever I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll When it seems like the night will last forever And there's nothing left to do but count the years When the strings of my heart begin to sever And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears I will walk alone, by the black muddy river And dream me a dream of my own I will walk alone, by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
Well he came to town with a strong pull
Would flash his moves for the worshipful Shoulder moves from side to side Go over your head and dot your eyes Every night about a quarter to ten From the middle of June to the summer's end People would gather from miles around To see the mighty Rainbow knock 'em down He'd pull up from around the back Folks say, "There's Rainbow's Cadillac" Fancy shirts and shorts of plaid Coat of more colors than Joseph had Every night about a quarter to ten From the middle of June to the summer's end People would gather from miles around To see the mighty Rainbow knock 'em down Take a quarter from the collection plate Every night he would dominate Jump to the top and pick off a dime Throw it down at the proper time Every night about a quarter to ten From the middle of June to the summer's end People would gather from miles around To see the mighty Rainbow knock 'em down |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
Crawl up the back steps
Up to the back door Reach up in the dark Turn the handle a little more Open up real slow So the door won't creak Look ahead, look behind Don't shuffle your feet Hey - They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Sneaking around, feeling badly Sneaking up on Boo Radley Hear the caterpillar crawl Hear the bedbugs bite Hear the crickets scream All the sounds of the night Hear the sound of footprints On the ground I think I see Don't step on the lightning bugs Watch the crack in your knees They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Sneaking around, feeling badly Sneaking up on Boo Radley They say he's funny, got a loose screw Stay away, he's a threat to you Give him a break, what do we know Might turn out we would like him so We fear what we just don't know I heard he served a long time ago Saw some things we'll never know We laugh and sneak around in the night Fun and games but I know it's not right Both scared and fascinated Ignorant we castigate him Both scared and fascinated Ignorant we flagellate him They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Down the street, walking sadly My little sister, loves him madly I'm feeling like the Man From Gladly Sneaking up on Boo Radley Sneaking up on Boo Radley |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
And he stands at the banquet room bar
Looking over the crowd The reunion band playing too loud And he sees his fellow old star Looks him up and down Sees a little of himself in his frown The stander on the mountain Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some About the old days King of the mountain Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs Let us sit and talk of old times That's what we're supposed to do And you don't look a day over thirty-two Yes we were so funny and wild There's an old friend of mine Says I'm looking back most all the time And the stander on the mountain Listens to the sound of the city streets, the lonely heat The town he once owned King of the mountain Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs King of the hill runs away Oh she's knocking on your door tonight Oh she wants to see if she remembers right Say won't you come outside tonight Alright They drive to the lookout on the hill And when it was over They sat there and looked back Tomorrow was way in the distance Tomorrow was a long time away Nobody thought much about it And there's nothing wrong if we live for today I recall when you filled it on up And you bowed to the crowd The girls in the short skirts screaming loud The stander on the mountain Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some About the old days Big man around town Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
Remember when the days were long
And rolled beneath a deep blue sky Didn't have a care in the world With mommy and daddy standin' by But "happily ever after" fails And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyer dwell on small details Since daddy had to fly But I know a place where we can go That's still untouched by men We could sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass wave in the wind You can lay your head back on the ground And let your hair fall all around me Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence O'beautiful, for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They're beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king Armchair warriors often fail And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyers dwell on small details Since daddy had to lie. But I know a place where we can go And was a away this sin We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass wave in the wind Just lay your head back on the ground And let your hair spill all around me Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence Who knows how long this will last Now we've come so far, so fast But, somewhere back there in the dust That same small town in each of us I need to remember this So baby give me just one kiss Come and take a long last look Before we say goodbye Just lay your head back on the ground And let your hair fall all around me Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
Four walls I built one winter
She came to share my name For years we lived as lovers on the open plains Far off the heat wave shimmers Pipelines and the gasoline One day it all came running like a bad dream Fire, smoke-filled lungs I hope I'll be standing when the day is done We're CHORUS Staring out on the red plains And we're hiding out from the smoke and the rage A lifetime living on the red plains Watching out as it all goes up in flames Get up Sunday morning Repent for Friday night Don't let 'em tell you it's gonna be a fair fight I gave her clothes and a diamond She loved the things that shine But one day the gold and the silver get left behind Fire, smoke-filled rooms I hope I'll be standing when the day is through CHORUS |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
The Valley Road
by Bruce Hornsby B. R. Hornsby/John Hornsby Sometimes I lead sometimes I follow This time I'll go where she wants me to go She said maybe today maybe tomorrow Go deep in the woods down the low valley road While no one was lookin on the old plantation He took her all the way down the long valley road They sent her away not too much later And left him walking down the old valley road Walk on, walk on alone Walk on, walk on, walk on alone Out in the hall they were talking in a whisper Everybody noticed she was gone awhile Somebody said she's gone to her sister's But everybody knew what they were talking about While no one was lookin on the old plantation He showed her what they do down the long valley road She came back around like nothing really happened And left him standing on the old valley road Walk on, walk on alone Walk on, walk on, walk on alone Standing like a stone on the old plantation The rich old man would have never let him in Good enough to hire not good enough to marry When it all happens nobody wins Walk on, walk on alone Walk on, walk on, walk on alone |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
Standing in line marking time
waiting for the welfare dime cause they can't buy a job the man in the silk suit hurries by as he catches the poor old ladies' eyes just for fun he says get a job That's just the way it is some things will never change that's just the way it is but don't you believe them They say hey little boy you can't go said hey old man how can you stand to think that way did you really think about it before you made the rules he said, son Well they passed a loa in '64 to give those who ain't got a little more but it only goes so far because the law don't change another's mind when all it sees at the hiring time is the line on the color bar |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
Your cymbal crashing
Your teeth are gnashing You're in your element We'd love to see you We'd love to be you You're in your elephant costume You do what the hell you want to do Make people scream for you We love to hear you You've got your big swing face You know the night away out in space Looks like a beautiful, beautiful place You've got your big swing face You′re in the arena You bow to the crowd But you gotta looka down Some people laughing It's easy to laugh When your zipper′s down Fly′s open I know you're the great being You're so hilarious You're leaving us in the dust Your big swing face Your rolling eyes away out in space Looks like a beautiful, beautiful place You've got your big swing fa-ya-ya-ya-yace In your costume foolery Beads, sandals and jewelry You're a funny guy We'll never wonder why You've got your big swing face You've got your lonely night away out in space Looks like a beautiful, beautiful place You've got your big swing fa-ya-ya-ya-yace Like a beautiful, beautiful place You've got your big swing fa-ya-ya-ya-yace |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
Up in the country...
Back in the sticks... Down in the woods...in the woods...in the woods... (Hey) That's what little country boys do... (Hey) Ain't got good sense His drawers is a mess (Cabbage greens) I don't want to act right Or God'll kill me Got keloid skin Makes us all feel him (Get some leg) Stylin', profilin' That's why we like to hang with him Poppy ain't got no home training ( ) Mama gives such a low rating ( ) Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( ) Making feet for socks (Cabbage greens) Got big hindparts He's drinking out the whole jug Or God me kill me Don't want to act right Acting all ign'ant (Till I get right) That's why, why we like to hang with him Poppy ain't got no home training ( ) Mama gives such a low rating ( ) Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( ) Poppy ain't got no home training ( ) Stays outside when it's raining ( ) Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( ) Hey-ey-ey! Poppy ain't got no home training Hey-ey-ey! Mama gives such a low rating Hey-ey-ey! Feels triflin' energy draining Hey-ey-ey! Poppy ain't got no home training I'm out in Carver Gardens in a trailer And I'm playing my Farfisa in a soul band Five brothers in a little room No bigger than a bathroom Sweat on the walls too People say I'm crazy 'cause I'm coming here to blow All I've got to say is I've got to bite off a little groove flow I'm flowing And this girl been pregnant She said she been pregnant about four months Her brother come here and said "Nah, she been pregnant about nine months" So I blowed that deal So I took her for a night on the town Jacked her up and laid her down And I thought I'd go ahead and make somethin' of myself So I hit the road. Poppy ain't got no home training ( ) Mama gives such a low rating ( ) Triflin' energy draining got no home training (Oh-oh-oh) Hey-ey-ey! Poppy ain't got no home training Hey-ey-ey! Been outside in the lightnin' and rainin' Hey-ey-ey! Feels triflin' energy draining Hey-ey-ey! Poppy ain't got no home training Whomp upside the head Whomp on upside the head...etc. I got... |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
I've been bouncing around
Trying hot coals, jogging, shiatsu, cooking, golf great books Crochet, croquet, fitness clubs and the stylish looks Tried shiatsu, psychic hotline, Rollerblades, stamp collecting, comic books Never did jack for me In the swirling howling wind I've been stumbling around with a frown Like a bumbling clown Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone Oh, shot with a stun gun - try and try again I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday Oh, where I'm at Till I find my space Till I find my place under the sun Finding my place, my place, my place under the sun I've been pushing my fingers into gloves, Getting into doves With guidance from up above Don't tell anybody but I might just have a little bout with love Test driving a new accent, cars, Posing as a confident gent (confident gent) Tried indifference Never did a thing for me In the swirling howling wind I've been stumbling around with a frown Like a bumbling clown Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone Oh, shot with a stun gun - blowing 'round again I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday Oh, where I'm at Till I find my space Till I find my place under the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun. Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun Iambic pentameter (pentameter) Sonics. Nihilism, cynicism, catechism, jingoism, jism Hypnotism, mesmerism, poetic symbolism Efrem Zimbalism In the swirling howling wind I've been stumbling around with a frown Like a bumbling clown Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone Oh, shot with a stun gun - blowing 'round again I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday Oh, where I'm at Till I find my space Till I find my place Find my place under the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun In the swirling howling winds The swirling howling winds To find my place in the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin'.... |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
This is so out but I like it
So outside but I'm in This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres Silver streamers streaking strangely Swirling savage savants grazing Smoking on a pink pacifier Genitalia in a hair dryer This is so out but I like it (maybe) So outside but I'm in (I think) This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres Flourescent flaccid floppy-haired gleamers Saccharine headed silver-foil dreamers Black light swinging five people singing Around and around and my ears are ringing This is so out but I like it (maybe) So outside but I'm in (I think) This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres Walls are spinning, caving in They say this is fun They say I'm in ecstasy I'm smiling as I run This is so out but I like it So outside but I'm in This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres This is so out but I like it (maybe) So outside but I'm in (I think) This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres Way out there in the spheres Way out there in the spheres In the spheres In the spheres |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
This is an epic story
Of low man's love and family pride But he's still awaiting A ride Looking for a wildest enemy Then only I know you can never care Man of the world and everywhere Get your hot pots in the pantry then I was called extraordinaire Waiting in a yellow crane Though you couldn't give a shit This order that is heaven sent Take, take, take, take out the trash Take out the nasty pile of mash Watch out the baby gonna give you a rash Oh Lord, take out the trash You're such a big shot wannabe Pleading around for all to see I know you're special and very clean But you got to take out the daily greens Joking at explosives Langerous and listless Compelling out of more pep Expensive and explosive Take, take, take, take out the trash Take out the nasty pile of mash Take out the fallen grey hash Hey, take out the trash Watch it better how you stash Here's the chance to make a splash Take out the trash I am called extraordinaire Witty and eloquent Observing and a motive Expensive and explosive Take, take, take, take out the thrash Take out the nasty pile of mash Take out the fallen grey hash Hey, take out the trash Watch it better how you stash In some pocket and some cash Take out the trash Take out the trash Take out the trash Watch it, watch it Watch it stinking finger Don't smell your finger Your stinking finger Wallowing the funk Wallowing in the stink Your friend with red ink He's wallowing in the stink Keep wallowing in the stink Don't smell your finger, finger |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I swear I see the shadows and movement I've seen the signs and heard the rumors Adrenaline is a-flowing Look at me with my eyes a-glowing I feel a man there with eyes a-blazing I say this and I know no one's a-listening Stand on the corner, sweat a-glistening See dim lights on some nights Imagination hold on tight Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Sure there's someone in there Saw those curtains moving air If you'll go then I will Closer still here comes the chill Here comes the chill Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Sure there's someone in there Saw those curtains moving air If you'll go then I will Closer still here comes the chill Never seen anyone come out Never seen anyone go in Movement at my back it's just the wind Just the wind or a finger on my skin No no more I've had my fill Been run through, run through the mill Try to smile but I feel it still Feeling I'm feeling, feeling the child Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Sure there's someone in there Saw those curtains moving air If you'll go then I will Closer still here comes the chill |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
I'm gonna buy a big red truck
Then a rabbit's foot for real good luck Gonna get me some plastic Gunga Dins Then I'll buy a big house to put 'em all in I'll buy a new suit when I'm feelin' down Picks me up and I'll show it around I'll wear it once or twice I'm sure Then I'll get another when I'm feelin' the urge I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky I'll buy the special meal with the prize And toys with the motorized blinkin' eyes And lunch and dinner there I'll be My favorite character eluding me There's a sale down at the Five And Dime And everything's going for dirt this time I don't need this but it's so cheap The visions of a bargain in my sleep I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky Living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite I'm living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky These wonderful items everywhere A house full of things but I don't care I wonder as I'm sitting there Maybe I'll feel better in a brand new chair I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high as a kite Living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite I'm living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high as a kite High in the sky |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
Got to get something done today
Give accomplishment a shot Might not have a full palette to use But I'm gonna paint with the colors I've got There're your hopes and ideals you embrace Then there's what's staring you in the face Sorrowful times are here but they won't last 'Cause this too shall pass Feeling like a lazy tub o' lard Rajneesh Jr. gave me his business card Think I'll take the personality test To document my fine mess this far There're your hopes and dreams you embrace Then there's what's staring you in the face First place man will one day roll in last 'Cause this too shall pass Better get on out to the starting line They're coming soon They're gonna fix it in time I just want to get what's mine Not a fortune gonna just, gonna just, love life And this too shall pass Do what you got to do to find a cure For the things that make you feel so impure Just how I don't know for sure Sometimes misery has a strange allure There're your hopes and ideals you embrace Then there's what's staring you in the face Sorrowful times are here but they won't last 'Cause this too shall pass There are your hopes and dreams you embrace Then there's what's staring you in the face Sorrowful times are here but they won't last 'Cause this too shall pass |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Greatest Radio Hits (2004)
She moved back around here thirty-five weeks ago today
Oh down the lane At night she walks on the banks and remembers how she Dreamed of rowing away And how she left one day She left with a driven look in her eyes Came back around with it still inside They said give it some time and you'll forget about it too We know they always do Well I know Some fine day You will find your way Across the river Row down slow There's a long way to go Across the river She was proud and so strong And she tried not to listen to idle talk Downtown where she walked They sit around and they say That she came back with her tail between her legs Like they always said she would Well I hear it's better on the other side They say you'll never do it so don't even try Well you may be beaten downwith your closed mind But don't try and make it mine Well I know Some fine day You will find your way Across the river Row down slow There's a long way to go Across the river "Your wild days are through" is what they said I dreamed she came, when I was down and I walked where she led Standing on the shore She looks to the west with a look of longing To where the grass seems greener There's a hard and distant prize It probably won't happen but I think I'll try Well even if it doesn't happen for me It still beats hanging around here Well I know Some fine day You will find your way Across the river Row down slow There's a long way to go Across the river |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Greatest Radio Hits (2004)
Every Little Kiss
by Bruce Hornsby And The Range Way out here, working on the docks Everyone sees the long day through Well what would I do without the nights and the phone And the chance just to talk to you What wouldn't I do now... Just to talk to you A thousand miles away What I wouldn't give for only one night Little relief in sight Someday when times weren't so tight CHORUS When the day goes down on the water town When the sun sinks low all around That's when I know I need you now You're what I miss Every little kiss Every little one, oh, every little one Everybody here's a number, not a name But I guess that's all right with me As I sit alone after a long day In the absence of company Oh I let my mind wander... A thousand miles away What I wouldn't give for only one night Little relief in sight Someday when times weren't so tight CHORUS |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Greatest Radio Hits (2004)
When the night lies so still
Before I go to sleep I come by, I come by Just to look at you In the dim light I say That in my own small way I will try, I will try To help you through There'll be blue skies falling There'll be sad scenes and bad dreams In a world so uncertain Through the clouds it's hard to see I will grab you and lift you As you hold on tight and sway We'll go walking Across the fields of gray There's a place I can go When the world gets me down When nothing, when nothing Goes quite right it seems As I look there I know Fortune smiles on me so But who knows, no one knows About tomorrow There'll be blue skies falling There'll be sad scenes and bad dreams In a world so uncertain Through the clouds it's hard to see I will grab you and lift you As you hold on tight and sway We'll go walking Across the fields of gray When I was younger I saw things in black and white Now all I see is a sad, hazy gray Sometimes I see a narrow flash of light Sometimes I look and you show me the way No matter what else happens What the future will be In a world so uncertain Through the clouds it's hard to see I will grab you and carry you Calm your fears if you're afraid We'll go walking Across the fields of gray |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Greatest Radio Hits (2004)
Hide in the bayou under the gun
Been to the house of the rising sun Come down here trying to make a connection Must have a bad sense of direction Go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back, go back to your woods) Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back to your woods) Carry a torch and an old stiletto The sound of thunder all over the ghetto One-eyed jacks and king with the axe Come from the wrong side of the tracks Go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back, go back to your woods) Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back to your woods) When the night goes down on Storyville If the women don't get you, the music will Catch a thrill You come down here in a four piece suit Pork pie hat and the alligator boots Keep jerking rabbits outta your hat Now can you pull a disappearing act Go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back, go back to your woods) Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back to your woods) When the night goes down on Storyville If the women don't get you, the music will Catch on a thrill Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Back to your woods) Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back) (Back to your woods) Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back) Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back) Go back, go back to your woods (Back to your woods) Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back, go back to your woods) Go back, go back to your woods (Back to your woods) [Incomprehensible] Child, while we're going downtown all turning 'round Before we came into this world we came from a far off land And now we are here to tell the story (But he won't bow down on a [Incomprehensible]) ([Incomprehensible] comin') They'll be coming from way back, way back They got fire on a bayou (Back to your) [Incomprehensible], here they come [Incomprehensible] Here they come, here they come [Incomprehensible], here they come (Go back to your woods) |
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