Just before the old man's eyeballs fixed, He went pale as an eskimo. Said, "Young man, ??? but, Young man before I go, I'm gonna leave you with a piece of advice, Don't ever take advice from no one. It doesn't matter if you're naughty or nice, You still get a lump of coal.
And if a heart breaks And nobody's around, Tell me son, does it still make a sound? And if a heart breaks And nobody's around, Tell me son, does it still make a sound?
You know, when I was your age, There were these neighbors of mine, Tried to make the Lord save your mind. Came knocking on my door one morning around six, Told them where to stick their crucifix. Come 30 years later, yes son, Guess who goes to church like his neighbors do? I meet some good people there, Some jackasses too, Pretty much like the way it is everywhere. Well, I'm getting that here.
But I'm trying to say, Son, I'm concerned that you're losing your way. You keep down that cocky little road you're on, You're gonna wind up underground alone.
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Gotta sack away some money in my bottom drawer. You can split that money with your brother. Y'all go use that money for whatever you wanna use it for, Just don't tell your mother."
Word's on the street You're in trouble again Well, may the good Lord defend you You're on your own
All the king's horses All the king's men We've done our best trying to mend you You're on your own Own You're on
Well, the field's full of dust And the merchant wants his pay Say goodbye to the farm You're on your own
Me, I'm pulling out While I can still say That I wish you no harm And mean it Own You're on
Not a thing I can do for you Even if I wanted to And I And I Don't want to no more Sure is freezing out there today The chimmeny tops are burning You're on your own
Baby, the next hardest thing To being turned away Is having to do the turning Believe me Own You're on You're on This time
Sometimes love is just a cheap guitar Good for a trip to the beach or the bar Not what you go at the show by far Baby, this love is just a cheap guitar
What are we hanging on to? What are we hanging on to? For just a beat to bang along to What are we hanging on to?
Sometimes love is just a rank motel Springs in the mattress are all shot to hell But it's late and you're low on fuel so you might as well Baby, this love is like a rank motel
What are we hanging on to? What are we hanging on to? For just a beat to bang along to What are we hanging on to?
You've got to listen to your heart Listen to your heart Your heart will tell you Don't let your head Try and sell you Some kind of cheap imitation Made in a Haitian sweatshop piece of junk
What are we hanging on to? What are we hanging on to? For just a beat to bang along to What are we hanging on to?
Sir, step aside, These people were here first. As you can see, the line forms over there. We're all in a hurry sir. Your claim is no worse. Line's over there, Look at all these people you see here, Certain none of us want to be here. End of the line. End of the line.
The sign was posted when you purchased your merchandise. Sir, did you read the sign? Sir, read the sign. Store credit only, And I see you bought this at the sale price. Read the sign. I don't make the policies, sir. Please take my apologies, sir. End of the line. End of the line.
Miss Jones there's a man out here Wants to speak to a manager. He's using foul language, And he's frightening the staff. I already explained that. Could you come to the register? He's frightening the staff. Sir, there's no need to raise your voice. Sir, I'm afraid you leave me no choice. End of the line. End of the line. End of the line. Sir, please, Sir, please, Sir, put down the gun.
No, that wasn't really you No, that wasn't really me We were just making movies Those were two people we just pretended to be for a while We were just making movies You got into make up I stuttered my lines We were just making movies You said, "One minute, I'll draw the blinds" We were just making movies Lights, Camera, Action
Oh, but the coming attraction Oh, but the coming attraction Oh, but the coming attraction Special effects Violence and sex We knew how to make movies On the edge of our seats We wanted to know what came next Sure is fun at the movies It really looked like a classic We were well on our way 'Til the script got ambitious and the plot went astray And it left us off here at these questions today Were we really making movies? Was it really only movies? We were just making movies
The passenger window framed you like a screen, And deep in my mind I was filming a scene, Of the land rushing by, your shades, and your hat. I prefer a memory to a photograph.
It was merely a muse, It was in, it was out, 'Til I made the mistake of speaking out loud. You said, "I got the camera right here in the back." Oh, why'd I have to go and kill a moment like that? I prefer the memory to the photograph. Oooh, memory to a photograph.
You know, I sometimes get this little deja vu, It comes in the dark when I'm lying with you. And even the salt in the air comes back, Then I'm open to anything but what you had. The blur of the land, your shades, and your hat, Oooh, I prefer a memory to a photograph.
No, the picture we took didn't capture all this. Just a faraway look, a scene that I missed. A sign of what was to come perhaps, Did you know then that when you were showing me that? I prefer the memory to the photograph. One world is round, and the other is flat. Oooh, memory to a photograph.
I used to work in an ice cream shop, Sugar cone with a cherry on top. This girl, she had a pretty face, I think her mother might've owned the place. I stilll think about her sometimes, no reason at all.
I took a trip in a Buick once, Stayed out West for a couple of months. The apples and the oranges there, They shine a lot better than they shine here, Other than that, things turned out the same.
Oh no, we got bills to pay. Oh no, we got errands to run. Oh no, too many things to do. And I'm not gonna do a damn one.
You see, I'm working off this leftover buzz, Morning after a part of it was, By all accounts a great success. I have many friends and aquaintences, Thing is, I've never been good with names.
Oh no, we got bills to pay. Oh no, too many errands to run. Oh no, too many bills to pay, And I can't pay a damn one.
Oh, but I know I'm gonna make a lot of money one day, I got this hunch that it's on the way. I'm gonna stack it up on my living room floor, Dig me a trench by the living room door. Hunker down, and wait for the IRS.
Sometimes love is just a cheap guitar Good for a trip to the beach or the bar Not what you go at the show by far Baby, this love is just a cheap guitar
What are we hanging on to? What are we hanging on to? For just a beat to bang along to What are we hanging on to?
Sometimes love is just a rank motel Springs in the mattress are all shot to hell But it's late and you're low on fuel so you might as well Baby, this love is like a rank motel
What are we hanging on to? What are we hanging on to? For just a beat to bang along to What are we hanging on to?
You've got to listen to your heart Listen to your heart Your heart will tell you Don't let your head Try and sell you Some kind of cheap imitation Made in a Haitian sweatshop piece of junk
What are we hanging on to? What are we hanging on to? For just a beat to bang along to What are we hanging on to?
Cold grey sky I don't stand a chance There's a naked branch Out the window and I Feel that bitter chill Makes my heart stand still Something 'bout a cold grey sky
It's real The feeling inside It's real It's got nothing to hide It's real It's real
Summer's gone Came and went like that Blew away like a hat Oh, but who needs the sun It just leads you on The one who takes you home Always the cold grey sky
It's real It won't be denied It's real It's got nothing to hide It's real It's real
Summer's gone Came and went like that Blew away like a hat And left this cold grey sky
She's drunk enough when she is sober. She don't need no alcohol, Don't need no artificial means, No amphetamines to cause her to fall.
She's like the rain in the middle of sunlight, Leaves you confused, but still reborn. I've been up all night, havin' a ball, Starin' at the view of my brick wall in Slow New York.
I heard that creaking in the hallway, I wiped my eyes and turned on the light. I took some medicine from the shelf, Just a bad influence on myself when you're out of sight.
I thought she asked me for the world once, All she wanted was some comfort and nothing more. But like the morning's on Monday, these things are colored grey in Slow New York.
And if you go back to the night, We'll go by the Sunday times, a little salt, a couple lines to beat the heat. You're gonna swear I make 'em better Than the Mexicans on Remmington Street.
Took the latch off of the front gate. I hid the key up over the door. If you wanna come home like you once said, I'm still on the same side of the bed in Slow New York. If you wanna come home like you once said, I'm still on the same side of the bed in Slow New York, Slow New York.
Playing dead On the unmade bed With the book unread And the New York Times undone in my head Over those words I said To that love of mine That love of mine Of mine
So many blessings So little time It's easier I find to dwell on the lows But not her She's a child of the sun She sees everyone Through a veil of rose That love of mine Of mine
And in the mirror Of her eyes I've seen my lies And they scare me half to death With their troubles so deep I start to weep at the end of a laugh That love of mine Of mine
Oh yes, love The pleasure and the pain A blessing and a bane Blah, blah, and all that I need this like a hole in my brain Like a downtown train needs an uptown track
