1.
Blood Stained Hands
2. Goodbye Janey
3. SLow Down
4. At the Hotel
5.
The L.A. Song
5. Laid to Waste
6. Falling in Love with a Dream
7.
The Prophet Bum
8. You've Got Soul
9. Regrets
BLOOD STAINED
HANDS She huffs and she puffs as she runs through the hall
A lock
of hair rests on her window sill
The lockers are full and the boyfriends are
tall
She knows that she's three steps from crying The thunder it staggers;
the king drops his crown
The jester he hops to the window
Out on the ledge
he can't help but look down
He knows that he's two steps from flying Hold
me now in the rain and the sunlight
When the air is warm and the moon is just
right
You're insecure - I can tell by the way you stand Why, oh why,
girl did you forsake your man?
He wanted nothin', but you felt he was pryin'
He
sticks to his word and he stands by his plan
He knows that he's one step from
dying Hold me now in the rain and the sunlight
When the air is warm and
the moon is just right
You're insecure - I can tell by the way you stand Hold
me now that the wind is crying
I heard it lying and I don't mind dying
Lying
here in the palm of your blood stained hands It's all right
It's just
me
I'm as strong as a wild oak tree
That just won't bend
It's so easy
just to hold me Hold me now in the rain and the moonlight
When the air
is cold and the moment's just right
You're happy there I can tell by the way
you stand Hold me now while the guards are sleeping
The women feign and
the children are weeping
All is well I can tell by your blood stained hands
GOODBYE
JANEY
Janey walks the white beach
The water spins beyond her reach
She
meditates upon a mango, a pear, a coconut, and a peach
Her dreams fly south
of San Diego
Get away from the snow
She wants to find the place where the
sun coats the highway
With a Mexican dobro glow Don't you know she bought
a one-way ticket
That she couldn't pay, no she couldn't pay for it
Janey
was a pet, she ran till there was nothin' left to run away from
It's kind of
like we used to say Janey, goodbye
Let the ocean open up to you
Those
dreams aren't what you thought they were
But broken dreams are nothin' new
It's
impossible to ever say just what you mean
Don't resent your crown you beauty
queen
Janey, goodbye She says, "One of these days
I'm gonna live
my life right
Gonna set myself up
Gonna take a little time
But until
then I guess I'll settle for
Second best and halfway" All in all
we had a ball, we had a blast,
We have the photographs
But still you're
feeling sad?
In the end we both are friends
So much depends upon that simple
fact
So don't be angry when you're looking back Janey, goodbye
Let
the ocean open up to you
Those dreams aren't what you thought they were
But
broken dreams are nothin' new
It's impossible to ever say just what you mean
Don't
resent your crown you beauty queen
Janey, goodbye SLOW DOWN I
wander through the doorway of the house
To see my buddy I talked to this afternoon
We've
been buddies for as long as I remember
I never thought he'd come apart so soon There's
always bustling goin' on at his place
People comin' in and out as they please
Shady
characters with shady histories
But he's a gamer for whatever comes blowin'
in with the breeze I know it's a wonderful feeling
But you better slow
down
It won't stay wonderful for long He's standing in the doorway of
his room
And he's smiling at the faces as they bend
They all love him because
he's not tryin' to be anybody else
And if they needed help he'd have a hand
to lend I say, "Hey, what a wonderful feeling
When you're numbed
along with familiar company"
He says, "I know, but it's not so unusual
to me
I've been loaded all year, you see" I know it's a wonderful
feeling
But you better slow down
It won't stay wonderful for long And
he moves through the nameless, faceless crowd of jubilation
Finds an agreeable
place on the couch
Takes a swig from a beer and puts a cigarette in his mouth It's
early in the wonderful hours of the morning
And he's staggering back and forth,
a sad sight
He's no longer feeling blissful about everything
And he's frantic,
shouting nonsense in the night And he lifts up his weary head
And he
turns it on over my way
He says, "I'm fallin' man, but what can I do?
My
mind ain't working so well - my mind's a mess" I know it's a wonderful
feeling
But you better slow down
It won't stay wonderful for long AT
THE HOTEL At the hotel
In the white sheets
Bloodshot eyes
Fey
retreats Wine stained lips
Shake your hips
That's enough
This is
it At Michelangelo's
You're barely clothed I caught you foolin'
around
You put out, you got down
Well, you know
You got down on the floor
And
I caught you foolin' around
In your heart was the sound
Of a thousand voices
singin' I'm a man with a plan, yes I am
What are you? At the hotel
Through
the saffron
It's the white bump
It's the pom-pom Wine stained lips
Shake
your hips
Groovy eyes
Private smile At Michelangelo's
You've got
no clothes Well I caught you foolin' around
I caught you foolin' around
Well,
you know
You got down on the floor
And I caught you foolin' around
In
your heart was the sound
Of a thousand voices singin' I'm a man with
a plan, yes I am
What are you? Don't you know you are your mother's pride?
Don't
you know she would be horrified?
You're so far away from where you had God
on your side THE L.A. SONG Got your picture on the dashboard
Got
my California plans
All those mansions out in Beverly Hills
Eat away at
the soul of a man I know it's over Saw your picture in a magazine
At
an Idaho truck stop
Looked at the dirty floor beneath my feet
And how you
said you'd get your star on the Hollywood walk I know it's over
My old
traveling companion
But I'm gettin' down to where it's really real
Not black
and white Gonna meet you down in L.A.
Gonna meet you down in L.A.
You'll
be among the lost and lonely women
Wanderin' down around South Bay Saw
a painting in the courtyard
Of a distinguished man, of course
I thought
of how the Hollywood dream
Is just a Technicolor bubble about to burst I
know it's over
You've got new traveling companions
But I'm coming down to
where it's really real
And not black and white Gonna meet you down in
L.A.
Gonna meet you down in L.A.
We're gonna find the Holy Grail
Down
there 'round Santa Monica way We all need a place to wrap our dreams around Gonna
meet you down in L.A.
Gonna meet you down in L.A.
We're gonna find the Holy
Grail
Down there 'round Santa Monica way And the sea is gonna form to
every word that I write
And the palm trees will all perfectly sway
I'm gonna
find my benediction,
Do away with all restrictions
In the fertile soil of
L.A. LAID TO WASTE He was born an outlaw
Whipped up like
a hurricane
With the fires of fury
Blowing all through his brain
And
the power to love
Even though he's loving in sin He's got a hold on something
With
all his might
The winds that are blowin'
Down through the night He's
spent a spell in the early years as a junkie
But he can't seem to shake the
monkey
He's so often drunk He feels too much
By now it should have
caused him to break
He turns away, away, away from the call of virtue
And
jumps on every tempting offer vice makes
You can tell that he has a heart
Even
though his soul's been laid to waste He's got skin of leather
And bones
of steel
He's got a will of substance
And a sense of what's "real"
And
his love of the finer things
Keeps him movin' He drinks his life in
He
swallows it whole
He's all for pleasure
Without limits or control He
attracts the most splendid kinds of women
All beautiful and funky
But his
mind has gone to junk, you see
His friends have sunk He feels too much
By
now it should have caused him to break
He turns away, away, away from the call
of virtue
And jumps on every tempting offer vice makes
You can tell that
he has a heart
Even though his soul's been laid to waste Perhaps he's
been cursed
Or maybe he's blessed
Either way his frenzied life's a mess
He
should be out in the desert
But he's playin' cowboy in the city He's
followed by billows of smoke
It's as if he's doomed
He's very well-read
When
he's locked in his room He doesn't seem quite human
But he still aches
Not
immune to love
Though he rages and claws and rakes He's too old, now
To
have died young
But he's always lived fast and in a haze
Will his decadence
ever catch up to him?
Yes - his soul's been laid to waste He feels too
much
By now it should have caused him to break
He turns away, away, away
from the call of virtue
And jumps on every tempting offer vice makes
You
can tell that he has a heart
Even though his soul's been laid to waste FALLING
IN LOVE WITH A DREAM She looks out the window, real far away
She
keeps wishing there'll be better days
She fades to dreams while the love songs
play
I know, it's not an easy place to stay I know that
I've been
falling in love with a dream
And it ain't always what it seems
So, you go
away She meets him walkin' as the roads, they wind
She looks at him and
she sees dollar signs
She hopes maybe that his eyes are kind or at least blind
I
know, he seems like a really great find
But her dress is torn and her shoes
are stained I know that
I've been falling in love with a dream
And
it ain't always what it seems
So, you go away It's not easy to be alone
It's
not easy to be on your own
When you're falling in love with a dream I've
been falling in love with a dream
And it ain't always what it seems
So,
you go away Girl when you're down and out below
And when you're sittin'
on the rain-drenched road
And when you're stumblin' and your mind is blown
Try
to stay strong
I know it's not an easy way to go Put away your illusions,
don't take the easy road
THE PROPHET BUM
One evening I
sat alone by the fireplace and flipped the switch
I was reading a Russian novel
about Fyodor Pavlovitch
I was smoking my pipe, reading my book, looking for
secrets to unlock
When I heard a knock, opened the door, and in an old man
walked He said, "Son, I know that your reward in heaven will be great
But
don't forget that your privileged life is twisting in the swirling winds of fate" I'm
your prophet, son
Not hurting anyone
It's hard to feel alive when you're
a bum He said, "You seek wisdom in the sermons of the 19th century
You've
probably had much schooling and several advanced degrees
But you haven't wandered
the earth to see all there is to see"
I said, "I can't claim to know
which foreign cuisine is best
I know nothin' about Tampico or the spice of
the Southwest
But I've eatin' lavishly in manors and in the gutter on my knees" "Don't
patronize me father 'cause my reward in heaven will be great"
He said,
"Ideals can't be known 'til they're shattered by the fickle winds of fate" I'm
your prophet, son
Not hurting anyone
It's hard to feel alive when you're
a bum He said, "Have you ever seen the glimmer of the Northern Lights
In
the icy climes of Denmark on the deepest Nordic night?
If 'Et reyse er liver,'
you ain't livin' right tonight"
"Have you ever seen the sun dripping
through the shade?
While you're strummin' to the rhythm that your guitar made
To
turn you away from your books that you depend on for insight
And turns you
away to take an honest look at your life?" He said, "Son, I know
that your reward in heaven will be great
But I'm warnin' you about the fiery
flames of a hellish kind of fate" Well, I'm your prophet, son
Not
hurting anyone
It's hard to feel alive
It's hard to feel alive
It's hard
to feel alive when you're a bum YOU'VE GOT SOUL The east wind
rustles the trees
Ruffles her dress and brushes her knees
It's been seven
hours since she first arrived
This morning the mystic, she float
And the
cryptic, she flies Oh, then I turn around and You've got soul
Yeah,
you've got soul, babe
You've got soul
And there's no other person on earth
I'd ever care to know So you think it's gettin' too late
For misfit nights
under a painted sky?
Well, I've got a feeling and I know it will not subside
The
sadness when one thing is born
When a part of you dies Oh, but then I
turn around and
You've got soul
You've got soul
You've got soul
And
there's no other place on earth I'd ever want to go I fall in love every
once in a while
Sending a rhapsody into your brain
And your heart
Till
you fall apart You've got it
Yeah, you've got it
You've got soul
You've
got soul
You've got soul
And there's no other place on earth I'd ever want
to go
REGRETS
I'll play mad piano in a pinstriped suit
I'll
pound till my fingers go white
I'll bang till the keys break and I'm on my
knees
Saying it's too late to fight I am no Jehovah, I am no prophet
But
I know one truth that belies my age
The words should rip and the words should
drip
And the words should jump from the page The words should leap into
the world
Before the ink starts to fade
It will fade, sure enough
But
you should leap into the world Regrets, regrets
They get you nowhere
fast
Regrets, regrets
You can't make any of it last
Well, you fret 'bout
the words that you said in your pledge
Well, you try to steer the wheel
As
you drive off the ledge
Oh, regrets
You can't repeat the past Your
fire fades but you learn to fight
The night descends but you scavenge for your
flash light
You bang into walls - Rip the page! Rip the night!
Rip gravity
with the stab of your knife! You should leap into the world
You know
even heroes die in the fight
The cold soil that swallows you up
When your
clock runs out and breathing gets tough Regrets, regrets
They get you
nowhere fast
Regrets, regrets
You can't make any of it last
Well, you
fret 'bout the words that you said in your pledge
Well, you try to steer the
wheel
As you drive off the ledge
Oh, regrets
You can't repeat the past
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