looking like a born again living like a heretic listening to arthur lee records making all your friends feel so guilty about their cynicism and the rest of their generation not even the government are gonna stop you now but are you ready to be heartbroken? are you ready to be heartbroken? pumped up full of vitamins on account of all the seriousness you say you're so happy now you can hardly stand lean over on the bookcase if you really want to get straight read norman mailer or get a new tailor are you ready to be heartbroken? are you ready to be heartbroken? are you ready to bleed? what would it take what would it take to wipe that smile off of your face? are you ready to be, are you ready to bleed? are you ready to be heartbroken? are you ready to bleed? (heartbroken) well you better get ready now baby are you ready to bleed?, ready to bleed?
early in the morning, just by the break of day well that's when my patience went away she took her bags but she left all her clothes she took her keys and left me out in the cold wearing a plastic coat and the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her patience is a girl that i hate to love the way i do, but i do she wakes me up in the morning through squeaking in my dreams she took her bags but she left all her clothes she took her keys and left me out in the cold all because of patience i get the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her she beat me up and left me out in the pouring rain without no keys, without no reason to go back again she left me empty-handed, she left me empty-hearted not no money, not nothing but the blues all because of patience i get the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her she said the one thing that she needs is happiness i don't believe that she's happy 'til she sees that i'm in distress no, all because of patience i get the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her and i swoon
i was woken up at four a.m. by your screams and anguished cries your mother was singing in the bathroom, she will never be my child oh baby talks in her sleep so loud we're living four flights up but i swear right now it feels like underground well you have absolutely no common sense, yes i know that's your charm you spend the whole day on the phone, you say well it helps you stay calm you cling to my arm, yes i know that's your charm and when i ask you what you want you say do you mind hey crocodile well then could you give me some peace, you say well maybe for a while sometimes you know you could almost be a child oh must you tell me all your secrets when it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing we're living four flights up but i swear right now it feels like underground you are your own worst enemy, so don't expect my sympathy oh go back to your mother's house and cry your little heart out you can drive them back to town in a beat-up grace kelly car looking like a friend of truman capote, looking exactly like you are yes, yes i know that's your charm so don't ask me if i want you, only ask me if i must i been blown around so long, don't know which senses to trust oh no, but i know that i must oh must you tell me all your secrets when it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing we're living four flights up but i swear right now it feels like underground
it's the french 'deux cheval' not the literal 2cv. he ryhmes it with blue.
she drove her mother's car, 'twas a deux cheval i was most impressed by her casual dress i was most impressed inside her rented room colored deepest blue i suppose we found some kind of happiness
she drove her mother's car, 'twas a 2cv i was most impressed by her casual dress i was most impressed inside her rented room colored deepest blue i suppose we found some kind of happiness
i was looking for a rhyme for the new york times when i sensed i was not alone she said d'you know how to spell audaciously i could tell i was in luck and so i forced a smile contrary to my style and she looked into my eyes she said d'you want to go heaven or would you rather not be saved here comes my train i'm on my way, will you not see i don't need your sympathy i won't read your poetry, oh sweetness please so she took me back to her basement flat which was down on charlotte street though it was never my intention we were not intense, not least because well if you must just take then i'm a piece of cake that is what she said to me and so i gave myself to her charity well at least that's how it seemed here comes my train i'm on my way, what got into me i don't need your sympathy i won't read your poetry, oh bittersweets i was looking for a rhyme for the new times when i was distracted yes those were precious times together that we wasted now i'm working hard for my union card i must be leaving charlotte street though it was never my intention to stay so long so long
i choose my friends only far too well i'm up on the pavement, they're all down in the cellar with their government grants and my i.q. they brought me down to size, academia blues louise is a girl, i know her well she's up on the pavement, yes she's a weather girl and i'm staying up here so i may be undone she's inappropriate, but then she's much more fun and when she smiles my way my eyes go out in vain she's got perfect skin shame on you, you've got no sense of grace, shame on me ah just in case i might come to a conclusion other than that which is absolutely necessary and that's perfect skin louise is the girl with the perfect skin she says turn on the light, otherwise it can't be seen she's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin and she's sexually enlightened by cosmopolitan and when she smiles my way my eyes go out in vain for her perfect skin yeah that's perfect skin she takes me down to the basement to look at her slides of her family life, pretty weird at times at the age of ten she looked like greta garbo and i loved her then, but how was she to know that when she smiles my way my eyes go out in vain she's got perfect skin up eight flights of stairs to her basement flat pretty confused huh, being shipped around like that seems we climbed so high now we're down so low strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one speedboat julie said we drink far too much coffee wine and cigarettes and we never get no sleep i first met them at a riverboat party both of them were speeding i would say i lived on the edge of all this indulgence taking notes and trusting in prudence julie said to jim why don't
some say that you may soon be leaving town do you tire of chasing all the women around will you never be contented with your life will you always be the one who won't think twice when you go down on your knees you're so hard to please when you go down on your knees you're so hard , down on mission street god only knows how you can hurt her when you know that's what you do how does it feel to be so cruel will you never be contented with your life will you always be the one who won't look back when you go down on your knees you're so hard to please when you go down on your knees it feels like up, down on mission street julie said your eyes are blue your lips are cold as stone she picked you up and you put her down and messed her place around will you never be contented with your life will you always be the one who won't think twice when you go down on your knees you're so hard to please when you go down on your knees you're so hard , down on mission street when you go down on your knees you're so hard to please when you go down on your knees it feels like up, down on mission street
jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days she says a girl needs a gun these days hey on account of all the rattlesnakes she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront she reads simone de beauvoir in her american circumstance she's less than sure if her heart has come to stay in san jose and her neverborn child still haunts her as she speeds down the freeway as she tries her luck with the traffic police out of boredom more than spite she never finds no trouble, she tries too hard she's obvious despite herself she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront she says all she needs is therapy yeah all you need is, love is all you need jodie never sleeps 'cause there are always needles in the hay she says that a girl needs a gun these days hey on account of all the rattlesnakes she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront as she reads simone de beauvoir in her american circumstance her heart, heart's like crazy paving upside down and back to front she says ooh, it's so hard to love when love was your great disappointment
julie said we drink far too much coffee wine and cigarettes and we never get no sleep i first met them at a riverboat party both of them were speeding i would say i lived on the edge of all this indulgence taking notes and trusting in prudence julie said to jim why don't we jump in while the water is cool and we are still friends some say that they o.d.'d on leonard cohen well i can see that river whenever i think about them the river is cruel and the water is deep and blue i was working then on my great unfinished novel
Jesus said to Mary Lord, the things we do for love Well, do think I seem self conscious It's only you I'm thinking of Well I was hiding in the bathroom Quite unable to cry Now I'm weeping with a vengence Since your voice came down the line
I moved up from the country Though I never could have stayed I just dipped my hand in the water And got carried away
Well would you put me down Just for being around At the wrong time of day? Or would you leave me while I'm sleeping Out through the fire escape? They tell me swans do fly Across a perfect sky And it's a purist's sky tonight So you'll desert me in the morning On account of your cruelty and spite
I moved up from the country To wave goodbye to all that I just leapt up on that riverboat And I never will look back
Jesus said to Mary Lord, the things we do for love Well, did she think he was self conscious It was only her he was thinking of Well I was hiding in the bathroom Quite unable to cry Now I'm weeping with a vengence But these are tears of joy, oh my
I moved up from the country Though I never could have stayed I just dipped my hand in the water And got carried away
I know I said I favoured peaceful resolution But that was when we were the young idealists The Young Idealists Raging through the coffee shops and bars Make believe the world was really ours Still supposing we could make a difference Then we bought into the neocon economic dream And we were trading in futures we believed in The Young Idealists Careering through the markets to the Mall Venturing that we could have it all Still supposing we could make a difference And then the markets fall And the heavens open And there's no synergy at all The synergy is broken So maybe now I'd take that wholesale revolution We were talking about Maybe now I'd take a future we can breathe in The Young Idealists Raging through the forests and the streams Breaking into your laboratories Still supposing we could make a difference I never dreamed I'd want a slogan on my people Mover But that was when we were the young idealistsTHE YOUNG IDEALISTS I know I said I favoured peaceful resolution But that was when we were the young idealists The Young Idealists Raging through the coffee shops and bars Make believe the world was really ours Still supposing we could make a difference Then we bought into the neocon economic dream And we were trading in futures we believed in The Young Idealists Careering through the markets to the Mall Venturing that we could have it all Still supposing we could make a difference And then the markets fall And the heavens open And there's no synergy at all The synergy is broken So maybe now I'd take that wholesale revolution We were talking about Maybe now I'd take a future we can breathe in The Young Idealists Raging through the forests and the streams Breaking into your laboratories Still supposing we could make a difference I never dreamed I'd want a slogan on my people Mover But that was when we were the young idealists
Oh you're a precious little pearl But tell me true now Have you ever had a care in the world? Oh, tell me what's it all about?
You say - oh, you're so uptight Well you'll never be so right
Oh you can cry yourself dry But I'd be surprised if you can muster up a single crocodile You'll never be a hopeless child
Throw caution to the wind Forgive yourself your sins And don't you know you Really are the sweetest thing
There isn't heart enough on you Do you no longer care or feel that You have nothing left to prove? Oh, tell me that it isn't true
I wanted to tell you That I used to admire you Oh, you know really that I don't cared No, I never cared for you But I used to read about you And you often would
Throw caution to the wind And don't you know you Really are the sweetest thing
I was out stumbling in the rain Staring at your lips so red You said, "blah, blah, blah, I got a pillow stuck in my head" How could I argue with a mirror? She looked at me ¡º Yes, I hear her. When I see the glory I ain't gotta worry When I see the glory I ain't gotta worry She said, "there's a halo on that truck, "won't you please get it for me? "
I said, "of course my little swan, "if ever and ever you adore me." She got mad ¡º She said, "you're too steep," Put on her boxing gloves and went to sleep When I see the glory I ain't gotta worry When I see the glory I ain't gotta worry When I see the glory...
Does it hurt to be polite Or is it just cool to be unkind Must you always hurt the ones you love And then get paid back in kind?
Andy is fine but his taste is not mine Let me tell you I don't mean maybe I'm getting really tired of Andy's babies
Some say that children should be seen and not heard That's what I'd prefer
Let's go downtown for a while I'm sure you'll be forced to smile When you see Andy's babies And the bohemian lifestyle
Andy is a saint But I'm losing my patience I really don't mean maybe Don't even wanna talk about Andy's babies
So when says his children will inherit the earth Isn't that absurd? In a word
Trudy is in the bathroom She's trying to clean up her act And Donald has gone to mass Yes, we are thankful for that It's eight in the morning And still you can't get no sleep On account of perfect day and All this white light white heat... ...isn't that sweet?
you will never be no good no you will never be no good d`you know what i`d do if i could chop you up into firewood because you have sinned far too many times you have sinned far too many times and you will pay for all your crimes you will never be no good not not ever no good you know it`s hard to sympathise you know it`s hard to sympathise when you never tell nothing but lies and it`s hard to sympathise you say you`re born in the barrel of a gun some say you`re born in the barrel of a gun you were your mother`s seventh son and no excuse could be a good enough one and don`t you love her madly you want to be her daddy well that won`t do you no good you might just slip into the priesthood you will never be no good no you will never be no good d`you know what i`d do if i could and then we`d all receive a knighthood you`ll never be no good
Once there was the sea now there is sand And no way now to wash these aching limbs We have been brothers to this land All of our boats have long been burned
Lord take this weight out of my bones Your seventh sin may still yet be unlearned Though I may burn out in the sand Still I will learn to love this land
But if the world is truly turned Surely then our hearts will burn again And the sand will turn to soil And the blood run in our veins again And burn again
Once there was the sea now there is sand And no way now to wash these aching limbs Still you will take me by the hand Yet I will learn to love this land
But if the world is truly turned Surely then our hearts will burn again And the sand will turn to soil And the blood run in our veins again And burn again
jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days she says a girl needs a gun these days hey on account of all the rattlesnakes she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront she reads simone de beauvoir in her american circumstance she's less than sure if her heart has come to stay in san jose and her neverborn child still haunts her as she speeds down the freeway as she tries her luck with the traffic police out of boredom more than spite she never finds no trouble, she tries too hard she's obvious despite herself she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront she says all she needs is therapy yeah all you need is, love is all you need jodie never sleeps 'cause there are always needles in the hay she says that a girl needs a gun these days hey on account of all the rattlesnakes she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront as she reads simone de beauvoir in her american circumstance her heart, heart's like crazy paving upside down and back to front she says ooh, it's so hard to love when love was your great disappointment
julie said we drink far too much coffee wine and cigarettes and we never get no sleep i first met them at a riverboat party both of them were speeding i would say i lived on the edge of all this indulgence taking notes and trusting in prudence julie said to jim why don't we jump in while the water is cool and we are still friends some say that they o.d.'d on leonard cohen well i can see that river whenever i think about them the river is cruel and the water is deep and blue i was working then on my great unfinished novel
she crossed herself as she put on her things she has promised once before not to live this way if she don't calm down she will burn herself out like a forest fire, well doesn't that make you smile if you don't slow down, i swear that i'll come round and mess up your place, let's go for a spin they say we shouldn't even know each other and that we'll be undone don't it make you smile like a forest fire i believe in love, i'll believe in anything that's gonna get me what i want and get me off my knees then we'll burn your house down, don't it feel so good there's a forest fire every time we get together doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo hey pick you up, put you down rip you up and spin you round just like we said we would 'cause we're a forest fire believe you me, we'll tear this place down if we get caught in this wind then we could burn the ocean if we get caught in this scene we're gonna be undone it's just a simple metaphor, it's for a burning love don't it make you smile like a forest fire
