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
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
Tripped on your Rolodex Brought up a cloud of dust I had to take an antihistamine Before I could move on and assess the damage done The fallout to contain The nonedescript manuscript on which you wrote In case of loss In case of loss It said return to this address So here we are except you don’t live here anymore And I guess I’m leaving I guess I’m getting around to leaving And then again Remember all I asked was just a little quiet please
No longer harbour To escapist design I propose an exit strategy Could you let it go? A simple loss of traction On an empty road More than likely sleeping at the wheel And then again In it’s current condition Sustainded disrepair I’d say this house is falling down Ripe for torching, then A single cigarette falls From a sleeping hand and Softly, softly, softly I will slip away And fade until I assume complete transparency Softly, softly, softly I will slip away And then into the ether where I belong
Never doubting Always faithful She returns She says she loves me And I could always Come to her She can’t imagine how Another lover Could turn her head And I’m so grateful That I’m still willing To have her home She says she loves me She won’t forget me And then she’s gone She thinks that later We can pick up the pieces And carry on And I’d forgive her Still not suspecting She could be wrong Now I’m so grateful I’m no longer willing To have her home Now I’m so grateful I’m no longer willing To have her home
Think you’re really something ,now Just because I offer you A ride in my brand new car When you know we’re nothing more than just Smoke and rhetoric And we’re barely rhyming as we are So don’t get so excited He’s not that kind of writer The chances are we’ll wind up in some godforsaken cul-de-sac Not love No use to get sad about it Can’t love everysong Well let’s not lose perspective, now Just because we spend a little time together while we’re on our way And sure I’ll hold you for a little while If you ask me I can stay At least until tomorrow But now we’re halfway through the song and I’m still tagging along Surely clouds are coming soon But as of now I can see nothing but blue No use to go second guessing Can’t cry everysong Maybe the wine is going cheap at the creative retreat Maybe our man’s smoking something Because something’s feeling scarily like love No need to complain No siree Bob Can’t cry everysong
I paid the full lip service to the repercussions Which is to say I weighed the risk reward But who can budget for a fallout of these proportions? Take your shot That’s what you pay me for Nobody said You’re getting away with murder Here, smile into the hidden camera with your friend She didn’t ask If we were on or off the record Or what that may Or what that may not mean When you went away I thought that I was free How wrong can you be? How wrong can you be? Fortune hits the wall And the whole 500 fall How wrong can you be? How wrong can you be? I didn’t see it at the time as a conflict of interests A pretty girl at the wheel of a German car It isn’t hard to surrender to market forces Take your seat Become the passenger Nobody said We’re getting away with murder No looking in the rear view mirror Foot to the floor She didn’t say I’m working for the competition A pretty girl at the wheel of a German car When you went away I thought that I was free...
I’m serving 12 to 15 working the coffee machine I’ve got a licence to fly underneath the radar She’s about 50 feet north As Seen On TV store I know she’s going to tune me in sooner or later With my medication I will be fine I said I’m trying to write my novel She said Neither am I And either way I saw you reading No Depression You’re doing nothing I’ll come over We’ll watch 6 feet Under And then we’ll maybe get around to your condition With my medication I will be fine First she’s going to tire of my fixations Then she’s going to tire of my face I’m going to need a new affectation I’m going to need a new one everyday With my medication I will be fine
Idealised vision of a woman through a smokefilled twentieth century screenplay Advancing Towards protagonist with paperback and beer Manifestly failing to disappear Now that the children are asleep You want to play But you’re so lazy She walks into the bar And there you are Still life watercolour Woman In A Window Considers role of kitchen sink drama queen Stage left - protagonist with cigarette and pen Considers form of racehorses, IBM Declining issues led advancing two to one In slow trading She walks into the bar And there you are No longer angry No longer young No longer driven to distraction Not even by Scarlett Johansson A few moving parts Need to be replaced The engine starts But only on Tuesdays but look at it this way - Now that the children are asleep You want to play But you’re so lazy She walks into the bar And there you are Idealised vision of a woman through a smokefilled twentieth century screenplay Advancing Towards protagonist with paperback and beer Manifestly failing to disappear..
