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   Don Henley

If Dirt Were Dollars

Walkin’ like a millionaire
Smilin’ like a king
He leaned his shopping cart against the wall
He said, “I been a lot of places
And I seen a lot of things
But, sonny, I seen one thing that beats ‘em all
I was flyin’ back from Lubbock
I saw Jesus on the plane
...or maybe it was Elvis
You know, they kinda look the same
Hey, look out, Junior, you’re steppin’ on my bed”
I said, “I don’t see nothin’”
He just glared at me and said,

If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
I wouldn’t worry anymore

Lookin’ like a beauty queen
Loyal as a wife
She raised her little voice and testified,
”I am a good girl
I’ve been one all my life”
But her virtue was as swollen as her pride

She should’ve had the Oscar
She must have been miscast
Her fifteen minutes went by so fast
I said, “Now, baby, have you got no shame?”
She just looked at me, uncomprehendingly
Like cows at a passing train

If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
I wouldn’t worry anymore

We got the bully pulpit
And the poisoned pen
We got a press no better
Than the public men
This brave new world
Gone bad again

God’s finest little creatures
Looking brave and strong
Whistling past the graveyard
Nothing can go wrong

Quoting from the scriptures
With patriotic tears
We got the same old men
With the same old fears
Standing at attention
Wrapped in stars and stripes
They hear the phantom drummers
And the nonexistent pipes

These days the buck stops nowhere
No one takes the blame
But evil is still evil
In anybody’s name

If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
We’d all be in the black

written: D. Henley, J.D. Souther, and D. Kortchmar

 

Tom Waits

Nighthawk Postcards
(From Easy Street)

Yeah, you check out the street and it looks like there's kind of a...
Kind of a blur drizzle down the plate glass
And as a neon swizzle stick is stirrin' up the sultry night air
Looks like a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
Rollin' maverick across an obsidian sky
And as the buses go groanin' and wheezin'
Down on the corner I'm freezin'
On a restless boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town from Easy Street
With the tight knots of moviegoers and out-of-towners on the stroll
The buildings towerin' high above lit like dominoes or black dice
Used car salesmen dressed up in Purina checkerboard slacks
and FosterGrant wrap-arounds
Pacing in front of Rainbow, Earl Scheib, $39.95 merchandise.

Like barkers at a shootin' gallery
They throw out a Texas Guinan routine:
'Hello sucker, we like your money, just as well as anybody else's here
Come on over here now...
Let me put the cut back in your strut and the glide back in your stride
Now climb aboard a customs Oldsmobile, let me take you for a ride'
Or they give you that P. T. Barnum bit:
'There's a sucker born every minute!'
'You just happened to be comin' along at the right time, you know
Come over here now'

And you know, all the harlequin sailors are on the stroll
In search of: "LIKE NEW", "NEW PAINT"
and decent factory air and AM-FM dreams.
Yeah, and all the piss yellow gypsy cabs
They're stacked up in the taxi zones
And they're waitin' like pinball machines
to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical place
Like "Truckers Welcome" diners
with dirt lots full of Peterbilts and Kenworths and Jimmy's and the like
They're hi-ballin' with bankrupt brakes
Man, they're overdriven and they're underpaid
They're overfed, and they're a day late and a dollar short
But Christ, I got my lips around a bottle
and I got my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner
Standin' on the corner like a just got in town jasper)
I'm on a street corner with a gasper
Lookin' for some kind of a Cheshire billboard grin
Stroking a goateed chin
Using parking meters as walking sticks
Yeah, on the inebriated stroll
With my eyelids propped open at half mast

But you know, over at "Chubb's Pool and Snooker"
Well, it was a nickel after two, yeah, it was a nickel after two
And in the cobalt steel blue dream smoke
Why, it was the radio that groaned out the hit parade
And the chalk squeaked and the floorboards creaked
And an Olympia sign winked through a torn yellow shade
Old Jack Chance himself leanin' up against a Wurlitzer
Man, he was eyeballin' out a five ball combination shot
Impossible you say? Hard to believe?
Perhaps out of the realm of possibility?
Naaaah!

Cause he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers
out across a cool green felt in a provocative golden gate
He got a full table railshot that's no sweat
And I leaned up against my bannister
I wandered over to the Wurlitzer and I punched A2
I was lookin' for maybe 'Wine Wine Wine' by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss
Or maybe... maybe a little somethin' called "High Blood Pressure"
by George "Cryin in the Streets" Perkins, no dice
Cause that's Life, that's what all the people say
You're ridin' high in April, you're seriously shot down in May
I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm standing underneath a buttery moon
that's all melted off to one side
Parkay...

It was just about that time that the sun came crawlin' yellow
out of a manhole at the foot of 23rd Street
And a Dracula moon in a black disguise
was making its way back to its pre-paid room at the St. Moritz Hotel

And the El train tumbled across the trestles
And it sounded like the ghost of Gene Krupa
With an overhead cam and glasspacks
And the whispering brushes of wet radials on wet pavement
Shhhhhhhhhhhhsh....
With a traffic jam session on Belmont tonight
And the rhapsody of the pending evening
I leaned up against my bannister
And I've been looking for some kind of an emotional investment
With romantic dividends
Yeah, kind of a physical negotiation is underway
As I attempt to consolidate all my missed weekly rendezvous
into one low monthly payment, through the nose
With romantic residuals and legs akimbo
But the chances are that more than likely
Standin' underneath a moon holdin' water
I'll probably be held over for another
smashed weekend!
Thank you...

Written by: Tom Waits
Published by: Fifth Floor Music Inc. (ASCAP), ©1975
official release: Nighthawks At The Diner, Elektra/ Asylum Records, 1975

 

Spare Parts I (A Nocturnal Emission)

Well, the dawn cracked hard just like a bullwhip
Cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before
And it shook out the streets, as the stew bums showed up
Like bounced checks, rubbin' their necks
And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
Yeah, and the parking lots growled
My old sport coat full of promissory notes
And a receipt from a late night motel
The hawk had his whole family out there in the wind
And he got a message for you to beware
Kickin' your ass in, in a cold-blooded fashion
And dishin' out more than a good man can bear

And I got shoes untied, my shirttail's out
Ain't got a ghost of a chance with this old romance
Just an apartment for rent down the block
Ivar Theater with live burlesque
Man, the manager's scowlin', with his feet on the desk
Boom boom against the curtain, you're still hurtin', ay-ay
And then push came to shove, and shove came to biff
Girls like that just lay you out stiff
Maybe I'll go to Cleveland and, you know, get me a tattoo or somethin'
My brother-in-law lives there

And it's a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
Was that a Malibu?
Vroooooom, vroooooom
Yeah, it's Liz Taylorand Montgomery Clift
Coming on to the broads with the same ol' riff, yeah
'Hey baby, why don't you come up to my place?
We'll listen to some smooth music on the stereo' eh-he-he
'No thank you,' she said, eh-he-he, 'you got any Stan Getz records?'
'No man, I got eh... Smothers Brothers'

So I combed back my Detroit, jacked up my pegs
I wiped my Stacy Adams and I jackknifed my legs
Yeah, I got designs on a movin' violation
Yeah baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the wind
And it's gettin' mighty cold
It's colder than a gut-shot bitch wolf dog with nine suckin' pups
pullin' a number 4 trap up a hill in the dead of winter
in the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills

Well, I don't need you, baby
You see, it's a well known fact, you know
I'm four sheets to the wind, I'm glad you're gone
I'm glad you're gone, cause I'm finally alone
Glad you're gone, but I wish you'd come home
Yeah, and I struggled out of bed

Cause the dawn was crackin' hard just like a bullwhip
And it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before
Yeah, as it shook out the streets and the stew bums showed up
Just like bounced checks, rubbin' their necks
And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
And my old sport coat full of promissory notes
And the hawk had his whole family out there in the wind
He got a message for you to beware
Kickin' your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
He'll be dishin' out more than a good man can bear
Well, let's take it to Bakersfield, get a little apartment somewhere

Written by: Tom Waits and Chuck E. Weiss
Published by: Fifth Floor Music Inc. (ASCAP), ©1975
Official release: Nighthawks At The Diner, Elektra/ Asylum Records, 1975

 

Bruce Springsteen

Badlands

Lights out tonight, trouble in the heartland.
Got a head-on collision, smashin in my guts man.
Im caught in a crossfire that I dont understand.
But theres one thing I know for sure girl:
I dont give a damn for the same old played out scenes
I dont give a damn for just the in-betweens.
Honey I want the heart, I want the soul, I want control right now.
You better listen to me baby:
Talk about a dream; try to make it real.
You wake up in the night with a fear so real.
You spend your life waiting for a moment that just dont come.
Well dont waste your time waiting

Badlands you gotta live it every day
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price youve gotta pay

Well keep pushin till its understood
And these badlands start treating us good

Workin in the field till you get your back burned
Workin `neath the wheels till you get your facts learned.
Baby I got my facts learned real good right now.
You better get it straight darling:
Poor men wanna be rich, rich men wanna be kings,
And a king aint satisfied till he rules everything.

I wanna go out tonight, I wanna find out what I got.
Now I believe in the love that you gave me.
I believe in the faith that could save me.
I believe in the hope and I pray that some day it
Will raise me above these

Badlands...

For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside
That it aint no sin to be glad youre alive.
I wanna find one face that aint looking through me
I wanna find one place, I wanna spit in the face of these

Badlands...

Recorded at The Record Plant, New York, New York.

 

Jude Cole

Speed of Life

Like ghosts on open windows
The curtains rise and fall
The past is a foreign country
At the dark end of the hall
And the morning is an offering
To the shelter of the day
But the violent come and they bury it away

Time goes by at the speed of life
Slower than a slow dance on a hot summer night
Faster than the skin breaks on the edge of a knife
And we just go on at the speed of life

Like questions begging answers
The stars appear at night
What's it mean to love somebody
What's it mean to be alive

I heard a little girl laughing
At her first sight of snow
Saw an old man dying
In a room he didn't know

While the world turns through the ages
It's a most peculiar ride
Holding on to one another
Moving at the speed of life

We just go on at the speed of life
A family on the midway in the carnival lights
Moving in a circle through the sounds and the sights
And it all goes by at the speed of life

Time goes by at the speed of life
Slower than a slow dance on a hot summer night
Faster than the skin breaks, baby
On the edge of a knife
And we just go on and on at the speed of life
Moving at the speed of life

 

Simon and Garfunkel

Sound of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets

are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

 

Leonard Cohen

The Future

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant

You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant

There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant

When they said REPENT REPENT ...

 

Lea Solonga

The Journey
(written by Julie R. Gold)

Half the world is sleeping,
half the world's awake
half can hear their hearts beat
half just hear them break

I am but a traveler, in most every way
Ask me what you want...to know

What a journey it has been
And the end is not in sight
But the stars are out tonight
and they're bound to guide my way

When they're shining on my life
I can see a better day
I won't let the darkness in,
what a journey it has been.

I have been to sorrow
I have been to bliss
Where I'll be tomorrow,
I can only guess

Through the darkest desert
Through the deepest snow,
Forward always forward, I go..

What a journey it has been
and the end is not in sight
But the stars are out tonight
and they're bound to guide my way

When they're shining on my life
I can see a better day
I won't let the darkness in,
what a journey it has been...

Forward, always forward...
Onward, always up...
Catching every drop of hope
In my empty cup

What a journey it has been
And the end is not in sight
But the stars are out tonight
and they're bound to guide my way

When they're shining on my life
I can see a better day
I won't let the darkness in,
what a journey it has been...

What a journey it has been...

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Avril Lavigne

What The Hell
(Written by Lavigne / Max Martin and Shellback)

You say that I’m messing with your head
All ‘cause I was making out with your friend
Love hurts whether it’s right or wrong
I can’t stop ‘cause I’m having too much fun
You’re on your knees
Begging “please stay with me”
But honestly I just need to be a little crazy!

All my life I’ve been good, but now
Oh I’m thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
And I don’t really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can’t save me baby, baby
All my life I’ve been good, but now
Woah what the hell!

What? What? What? What the hell!

So what if I go out on a million dates?
You’ll never call or listen to me anyway
I’d rather and sit around and wait all day
Don’t get me wrong I just need some time to play
You’re on your knees
Begging “please stay with me”
But honestly I just may to be a little crazy! (crazy)

All my life I’ve been good, but now
Oh I’m thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
And I don’t really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can’t save me baby, baby
All my life I’ve been good, but now
Oh what the hell!

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
Woah, woah… (x2)
You say that I’m messing with your head, boy
I like missing in you man yeah
I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed

All my life I’ve been good, but now
Oh I’m thinking what the hell (what the hell)
All I want is to mess around
And I don’t really care about (don’t care about)
All my life I’ve been good, but now
Oh I’m thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
And I don’t really care about (if you love me)
If you love me - no
If you hate me - no
You can’t save me baby, baby (if you love me)
All my life I’ve been good, but now
Oh what the hell!

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…

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K'naan

"Take A Minute"

How did Mandela get the will to surpass the everyday
when injustice had him caged and trapped in every way?
How did Gandhi ever withstand the hunger-strikes at all?
Didn't do it to gain power or money if I recall. It's the gift,
I guess I'll pass it on, mother thinks it'll lift the stress of Babylon
my mother knows, my mother she suffered blows
I don't know how we survived such violent episodes
I was so worried, it hurt to see you bleed,
but as soons as you came out the hospital you gave me sweets yea,
they tried to take you from me, but you still only gave 'em some prayers and sympathy
Dear Mama, you helped me write this
by showing me to give is priceless

[chorus:]
And any man who knows a thing
knows he knows not a damn, damn thing at all
And every time I felt the hurtin'
I felt the givin' gettin' me up off the wall
I'm just gonna take a minute to let it ride
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breathe
I'm just gonna take a minute to let it ride
I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breathe

All I can say is, the worst is over now
we can serve the hard times, divorce is over now
They try to keep us out, but they doors is open now
my nigga Akon is gettin' awards and covers now
This K'naan, and still reppin' the S
Comin' out of Muqdisho and still draped in the mess
And no matter how we strong homie
It ain't easy comin' out of where we from homie
and it's the reason why I can never play phony
"Tell 'em the truth" is what my dead homies told me, ooh yeah
I take inspiration from the most heinous of situations
Creatin' medication out my own tribulations
Dear Africa, you helped me write this
by showin' me to give is pricless

[chorus]

Nothin' is perfect man, that's what the world is
all I know is
I'm enjoyin' today, you know
'cause it ain't every day that you get to give

[chorus]

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The oldest woman alive
Pete  Rosko © 1993

Though the years may pass so quickly they seem
Like the sigh of the wind on the wings of a dream
Whose memmory lingers long past dawn

The beauty that shines so brightly inside
Never will age and can’t be denied
It only grows stronger as times moves on

The measure of living should not be in years
But in the friends you count by your side
‘cause your not getting older your just getting better
And better at standing the tide

If I could only make a wish
And have it all come true
I’d ask that your joys be many
And all your troubles few

And may the rain fall on your garden
As the sun shines on your face
And may the road you chose to travel
Be as level as it is straight

And if the measure of living is not in the years
But in the friends you count by your side
Then you can take it from me you might possibly be
The oldest women (person) alive

 

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