7 am
So it beings again
1-0 (zip) favoring familiar silhouettes
Left whips and chains
Behind I'm boycotting trends
It's my new look this season
Riding on backs of palominos
Primed for an attack
It's as good
As good as it gets
With girl disappearing
What on earth's occurring?
'Cause she's right in front of me
A girl disappearing
To some secret prison
Behind her eyes she whispers
"Big surprise there was
No protection by this urban light
So I'm running to
A constellation
Where they can still see you"
Envy can spread
Herself so thinly
She slipped in
Before I could notice it
In my own war
Blood in the cherry zone
When they
Pit woman against feminist
Riding on backs of palominos
Ditching the blond shell
Working her hell
On that red carpet
With girl disappearing
What on earth's occurring?
'Cause she's right in front of me
A girl disappearing
To some secret prison
But she's right in front of me
A girl disappearing
To some secret prison
Behind her eyes she whispers
"Big surprise there was
No protection by this urban light
So I'm running to
A constellation
Where they can still see you"
Then I'm running too
If that's a consolation
'Cause I can still see you
Girl Disappearing (Tori Amos)
7 am
So it beings again
1-0 (zip) favoring familiar silhouettes
Left whips and chains
behind I'm boycotting trends
it's my new look this season
Riding on backs of palominos
Primed for an attack
It's as good
as good as it gets
With girl disappearing
What on earth's occurring?
'cause she's right in front of me
a girl disappearing
to some secret prison
behind her eyes she whispers
"Big surprise there was
no protection by this urban light
so I'm running to
a constellation
where they can still see you"
Envy can spread
herself so thinly
She slipped in
before I could notice it
In my own war
Blood in the cherry zone
when they
Pit woman against feminist
Riding on backs of palominos
Ditching the blond shell
Working her hell
on that red carpet
With girl disappearing
What on earth's occurring?
'cause she's right in front of me
a girl disappearing
to some secret prison
but she's right in front of me
a girl disappearing
to some secret prison
behind her eyes she whispers
"Big surprise there was
no protection by this urban light
so I'm running to
a constellation
where they can still see you"
Then I'm running too
If that's a consolation
'cause I can still see you
This Beat Goes On (The Kings)
Hey Judy, Get Trudy
You said to call you up
If I was feeling moody
Hey Little Donna
Aw, still wanna
You said to ring you up
When I was in Toronto
I have lots of friends
That I can ding at anytime
Can mobilize some laughs
With just one call
Like a bunch of lunatics
We'll act away past dawn
sure we'll be rocking
Til our strength is gone
Yeah this beat goes on
And on and on and on
Hey ladies
Ooo you crazies
Well me and zero
Request you in the Mercedes
I'll just go ride
So close to the inside
The sky's the limit
This time I'm switchin' to glide
I don't give a hoot
About what people have to say
I'm laughing as I'm analyzed
Lunatics anonymous
That's where I belong
Sure 'cuz I am one
Til my strength is gone
Yeah this beat goes on
And on and on and on
I have lots of friends
That I can dig at any time
Can mobilize some laughs
With just one call
Like a bunch of lunatics
We'll act away past dawn
Sure we'll be rocking
Til our strength is gone
Yeah this beat goes on
This beat goes on (beat goes on)
This beat goes on (this beat goes on)
This beat goes on (this beat goes on)
This beat goes on (this beat goes on and on)
This beat goes on and on and on....(this beat goes on......)
THIS BEAT GOES!!!!!!!!!!
(Go right into Switchin' to Glide)
Putnam County (Tom Waits)
I guess things were always quiet
around Putnam County
kind of shy and sleepy as it clung to the skirts
of the 2-lane, that was stretched out like an
asphalt dance floor where all the oldtimers would
hunker down in bib jeans and store bought boots
lyin' about their lives and the places that they'd been
suckin' on Coca Colas and be spittin' Days Work
they's be suckin' on Coca Colas
and be spittin' Day's Work
until the moon was a stray dog on the ridge and
the taverns would be swollen until the ** eye
of 2am, and the Stratocaster guitars slung over
Burgermeister beer guts, and the swizzle stick legs
jacknifed over naugahyde stools and the
witch hazel spread out over the linoleum floors,
the pedal pushers stretched out over midriff bulge
and the coiffed brunette curls over Maybelline eyes
wearing Prince Machiavelli, Estee Lauder,
smells so sweet
I elbowed up at the counter with mixed feelings
over mixed drinks
and Bubba and the Roadmasters moaned in pool hall
concentration as they knit their brows to
cover the entire Hank Williams Song Book
and the old National register was singing to the
tune of $57.57
until last call, one last game of 8 ball
and Berneice would be putting the chairs on the tables,
someone come in say "Hey man, anyone got
any Jumper Cables, is that a 6 or a 12 volt?"
and all the studs in town would toss 'em down
and claim to fame as they stomped their feet
boasting about being able to get more ass
than a toilet seat.
And the GMCs and the Straight 8 Fords
were coughing and wheezing and they
perculated as they tossed the gravel
underneath the fenders to weave home
a wet slick anaconda of a two lane
with tire irons and crowbars a rattlin'
with a tool box and a pony saddle
you're grinding gears, shifting into first
yea and that goddam tranny's just getting worse
with the melodies of "see ya later"
and screwdrivers on carburettors
talkin' shop about money to loan
and palominos and strawberry roans
See ya tomorrow, hello to the Mrs.
money to borrow and goodnight kisses
the radio spittin' out Charlie Rich
sure can sing that sonofabitch
and you weave home, weavin' home
leaving the little joint winking in the
dark warm narcotic American night
beneath a pin cushion sky and it's
home to toast and honey, start
up the Ford, your lunch money's there on the
draining board, toilet's runnin' shake the
handle, telephone's ringin' it's Mrs Randal
where the hell are my goddam sandals
and the porcelain poodles and the glass swans
staring down from the knick knack shelf
with the parent permission slips for the
kids' field trips
pair of Muckalucks scraping across
the shag carpet
and the impending squint of
first light, that lurked behind
a weeping marquee in downtown Putnam
and would be pullin' up any minute now
just like a bastard amber
Velveeta yellow cab on a rainy corner
and be blowin' its horn, in every window
in town.
Palomino (Duran Duran)
She lays on the wall
Watching the strangers drift away
Mid-day's all thick
With the sun of Arabia
She surrenders her voices
They gather, on the wind
Talkin, chanting, breathing
Into her body
Yesterdays
Awaken beside
The scent of burnt sugar - on the skin
Painting eyes - thick
With the color she brings in
Always sure and strong
When the lightning tumbles down
Don't you frown
Everything will be
In time for this evening
If there's secrets
She has to be party to
Every one of them
In this heaven
She gets to the heart
And you'll wonder
Why she says
When I run out of blue
Help me rise instead
Now I can run to you
Why she says
When I run out of blue
Give me red instead
Now let me run... (now let me run)
If there's secrets
She has to be party to
Every one of them
If there's heaven
She gets to the heart
And you'll know just...
Why she says
When I run out of blue
Help me rise instead
Now I can run to you
Why she says
When I run out of blue
Give me red instead
Now let me run... (now let me run)
Hey-hey....
Why she says
When I run out of blue
Help me rise instead
Now I can run to you (honey)
Why she says
When I run out of blue
Give me red instead
Now I can run to you
(Repeat)
When The Doves Cry (Prince)
Drink if you fill a pitcher
Of you and I enraged with a hiss
The sweat on your bar, he covers me
Can you my dolly
Can you picture this?
Scream if your hand is cut hard
And oh see a violent bloom
Animals like curious hoses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and you
How can you just leave Miss Tandy
Alone in a word that's so gold?
Maybe I'm just Trudy Mandy
Maybe I'm just like Mahatma Tybalt
Maybe I'm just like Madonna
She's never said it's fine
Why do we scream out "Eat Father"
This is what it's now like
When doves cry
Touching the Wilma's tummy
Feel now Istanbul's eye
You've got the beauty of eyes all tired out
Don't make me hate you
Even doves have cried
How can you just leave Miss Tandy
Alone in a word that's so gold?
Maybe I'm just Trudy Mandy
Maybe I'm just like Mahatma Tybalt
Maybe I'm just like Madonna
She's never said it's fine
Why do we scream out "Eat Father"
This is what it's now like
When doves cry
How can you just leave Miss Tandy
Alone in a word that's so gold?
Maybe I'm just Trudy Mandy
Maybe I'm just like Mahatma Tybalt
Maybe I'm just like Madonna
She's never said it's fine
Why do we scream out "Eat Father"
This is what it's now like
When doves cry
Silver Palomino (Bruce Springsteen)
(A mother dies, leaving her young son to come to terms with the loss. In remembrance of Fiona Chappel, for her sons Tyler and Oliver.)
I was barely 13 years old
She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold
Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's glow
My silver palomino
Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and listen to the sound
Of the west Texas thunder roll
My silver palomino
I track her into the mountains she loved
Watch her from the rocks above
She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows
My silver palomino
Our mustaneros were the very best, sir
But they could never lay a rope on her
No corral will ever hold
The silver palomino
In my dreams bareback I ride
Over the pradera low and wide
As the wind sweeps out the draw
'Cross the scrub desert floor
I'd give my riata and spurs
If I could be forever yours
I'd ride into the serrania where no one goes
For my silver palomino
Summer drought come hard that year
Our herd grazed the land so bare
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear
And mother, your hand slipped from my hair
Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow
I saddle up my red roan
I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone
Where the air is still with the coming snow
As I rise higher I can smell your hair
The scent of your skin, mother, fills the air
'Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows
I watch the silver palomino
Odlazak U Noc (Azra)
Uz tihu kletvu jurim kroz grad
Kaput na ramenu, normalna stvar
Novine u ruci, jucerasnji broj
Ne izgledam lijepo, briga me za to
Zalazim u svaku birtiju
Tamo trgnem vino, rakiju
A onda zurim da ne zakasnim
I prije nego sto se pozdravim s njom
Dodirnut cu joj usne lagano
Odlazimo zajedno u noc ...
Ona zeli da joj govorim tiho
Da ne velicam svoje probleme
Hoce da zivi s onim koga voli
Gleda u druge, a misli na mene
Priznaje mi da je udata
Da ne ljubi svoga covjeka
A ja sutim, mudro razmisljam
Njeni prsti kao da traze krivca
Samo lete oko moga lica
Hajde zeno, koji ti je vrag.
Diskretno sapucem, spominjem kino
Vani je tuzno, a unutra fino
Skupe pare za dosadne sate
Ne zalosti se srce, mislim ja na te
Kupuje mi tada kokice
Kikiriki, slane kostice
Stvarno se trudi da mi ugodi
A oko nas sve neki gladni ljudi
Suste papiri, odozada nam smrdi
Jao Gospode, kako grozan film.
Ponoc se blizi, predstava traje
Sjedamo u kola, idemo dalje
Izvan grada ima parcela
Lijepo mjesto na kraju sela
Vodimo ljubav, zagusljiv je zrak
Snazno svjetlo pada ravno na nas
Nije normalno, pa to je vlak
Grabim volan i dodajem gas
Hladan znoj mi curkom nagriza vrat
Paranoja, bjezimo u mrak.
Whispering Jesse (John Denver)
This song appears on six albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground Album, and has also been released on the A Portrait and The John Denver Collection - Take Me Home, Country Roads Albums. It was rerecorded on the Love Again and A Celebration of Life Albums. A live version also appears on The Wildlife Concert Album.
I often have wandered in deep contemplation
It seems that the mind runs wild when you¡¯re all alone
The way that it could be
The way that it should be
Thing¡¯s I¡¯d do differently if I could do them again
I¡¯ve always loved spring time, the passing of winter
The green of the new leaves and life goin¡¯ on
The promise of morning
The long days of summer
Warm nights of loving her beneath the bright stars
I¡¯m just an old cowboy from high Colorado
Too old to ride anymore, too blind to see
I sleep in the city now
Away from the mountains
Away from the cabin we always called home
I dream I left there
On an old Palomino
Whispering Jesse rode right by my side
I long to hold her
To hear her soft breathing
The touch of her cool hands on my fevered brow
Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains
Still sings in the canyons
Still lives in my heart
Words and music by John Denver
SADDLE UP THE PALOMINO (Neil Young)
Oh, oh, Carmelina,
The daughter of the wealthy banker.
Since she came to town all my friends are gone,
And I'm stuck out here with melody.
Saddle up the palomino, the sun is going down.
The way I feel, this must be real.
If you can't cut it, don't pick up the knife.
There's no reward in your conscience stored
When you're sleepin' with another man's wife.
Saddle up the palomino, the sun is going down.
The way I feel, this must be real.
I wanna lick the platter, the gravy doesn't matter.
It's a cold bowl of chili when love lets you down,
But it's the neighbor's wife I'm after.
Saddle up the palomino, the sun is going down.
The way I feel, this must be real.
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