Unreleased Lyrics
40 YEARS
I was born in the jungle
With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air
I was born in a white hole and I can't believe the colors here
They stalk on a circle
I've never been blessed with elephant's memory
I'm riding a red line nowhere
REFRAIN
If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for
If it takes 40 years I'll put the money away
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir
If it takes 40 years I'll walk the thunder and the rain
I was born in a good home
Where the rising cost of raising children
Was not a factor and you can't believe the things it does to me
I feel with the white noise (?)
Well I never did much of anything anyway
Jump n a big train nowhere
on a big train nowhere
REFRAIN
I wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience, maybe raise some children
I wanna get me a good wife, and God and God and God and God
And I'll start me a new life with a six foot color television
I'll start me a new life somewhere
I was born on a warm night
On the right coast, southeastern America
Dead on arrival, but you can't believe the things you hear
I'll fly me a white plane over water over blue and green and land in the
ocean somewhere
WISE BLOOD
Written by Curt Stevens
I'm an outcast that no one can save anymore
and the days of my youth, have all long gone by now
I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink to
or a ride downtown to some God forsaken land
one Sunday morning at dawn you know they baptized my soul
but they held me down so long Christ I almost drowned
Yeah I was the kind of boy who never learned to smile
so I kicked and I screamed
'till I tore myself lose from all these great big hands Oh Yeah
Chorus:
Wiseblood knows how to walk the way the wind blows
Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind
My mommma, she turned around and said
"Little boy you better wake up....cause your a walking dead"
Oh she was the kind a girl who never touched a smoke or a drink
she just smoldered like an empty church left to burn in the wind
A GOOD YEAR FOR THE ROSES
I can hardly stand the sight of lipstick
on the cigarettes there in the ashtray.
Lying cold the way you left them,
but at least your lips caressed them
while you packed.
Or the lip print on a half-filled cup
of coffee that you poured
and didn't drink.
But at least you thought you wanted it
which is so much more than I can say for me.
REFRAIN
It's been a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there.
The lawn could stand another mowing
It's funny, I don't even care
But as you turned and walked away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I thought to say
Was what a good year for the roses
After three, four years of marriage
It's the first time that you haven't made the bed
I guess the reason we're not talking,
is there's so little left to say that we haven't said
While a million thoughts go racing through my mind
I guess I haven't said a word
From the bedroom, the familiar sound
of our one baby's crying goes unheard
THE GHOST IN YOU
Written by the Psycadelic Furs
A man in my shoes runs a light
All the papers lie tonight
but falling over you
is the news of the day
Angels fall like rain
and love, is all of heaven way
inside you the time moves and she don't fade
the ghost in you she don't fade away
The race is on, I'm on your side
but hearing you my engines died
I'm in the mood for you
or for running away
All the stars come down in you
but love, love, love you cant give it away
inside you the time moves and she dont fade
the ghost in you she dont fade
inside you the time moves and she don't fade away
dont you know she don't fade
dont you go it makes no sense
and all these talking supermen
just take away the time just to get it away
aint it just like the rain
cause love, love, love, love is only heaven away
inside you the time moves and she dont fade
the ghost in you she don't fade away
inside you the time moves and she dont fade away
the ghost in you she don't fade
A man in my shoes runs a light
but all the papers lie tonight
falling over you is the news of the day
and love will not fade away
and love love love will not fade away
MARGORY DREAMS OF HORSES
Written by Counting Crows
In the still water she lies down
Shaking in the press of sunlight
We rolled into Lexington
She shakes off the drop of daylight
Water beading up her chest
Bleeding down between her knees
Rivers in Kentucky flow
Between the bluegrass wavy seas
But oh, Marjori
Twists the knife once more inside of me
Breathless with anticipation
Baited breathers set their hooks
Tuck their heads beneath the high grass
And lie and wait beside the brooks
For instance? pushing slowly through
Frustration leading back along
The alleys of a childhood
Will not release us willingly
But oh, Marjorie
Sticks the knife in while I coundn't the sea
Dust me off and shut me down
And dream of where I haven't been
Close the door inside my heart
Stuck in the south Atlantic wind
I have hollow eyes
Haunting only to myself
Even so, I can't stop calling
This great big hollows in my self
I took the train form California
To the far side of the continent
Woke up in Kentucky
Where a wedding was about to end
I looked up at Anna
She turned back to look at me
It's best to kill the ones that matter
Render blind the ones who see
But oh, Marjorie
Takes the blade and walks away from me
Oh, Marjorie
Love like blood is pouring out of me
Oh, Marjorie
My heart won't stop bleeding over me baby
Oh, I can't shut it in
It's got far too many doors to block the wind
Oh, I can't shut it in
It's got far too many doors to block the wind
CARAVAN
Written by Van Morrison
And the caravan is on its way
I can hear the merry gypsies play
Mama, Mama, oh will you never run away?
She laughs playing with her radio
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
And the caravan has all my friends
And they will stay with me until the end
Gypsies robbing sleep in the road
Tell me everything I need to know
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Turn up your radio
Let me hear your song
Switch on your electric light
So we can get down to what is really wrong
Because I long just to hold you tight
So that I can feel you
Sweet lady, oh Mother Night
I shall revere you
Turn it up
Turn it up
Little bit higher radio
Turn it up
MAGGIE MAY
Written by Rod Stewart
Wake up, Maggie, I think I got some-thing to say to you:
It's late September and I really should be back at school.
I know I keep you amused, but I feel I'm being used.
Oh, Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more.
You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone.
You stole my heart and that's what really hurts.
The morning sun, when it's in your face really shows your age.
But that don't worry me none; in my eyes you're everything.
I laughed at all of your jokes, my love you didn't need to coax,
Oh, Maggie I couldn't have tried any more.
You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone.
You stole my soul that's a pain I can do without.
All I need was a friend to lend a guiding hand.
But you turned into a lover and Mother what a lover your wore me out.
All you did was wreck my bed, and in the morning kick me in the head,
Oh, Maggie I couldn't have tried any more.
You lured me away from home, 'cause you did'nt want to be alone.
You stole my heart I couldn't leave you if I tried.
I suppose I could collect my books and get back to school.
Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool.
Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helping hand,
Oh, Maggie, I wish I'd never seen your face.
You made a first class fool out of me,
but I'm as blind as a fool can be.
You stole my heart, but I love you anyway.
Maggie, I wish I never seen your face.
I'll get on back home one of these days.
JUMPIN' JESUS
Written by Sordid Humor
Jumpin Jesus my oh my
he's got a great big bottle of sunshine
Jumpin Jesus why oh why
take the time to get inside
to get inside
So what's a wall with so much yellow for?
I don't know what it's for
So what's a wall has so much yellow for?
I don't know what it's for
Jumpin Jesus my oh my
he's got a great big bottle of sunshine
Jumpin Jesus why oh why
take the time to get inside
to get inside get inside get inside get inside get inside
Odessa in desert he lives with his life
and his child on a house boat
Yea he likes sunflowers and big picture frames and vangoes
Jumpin Jesus my oh my
he's got a great big bottle of sunshine
Jumpin Jesus why oh why
take the time to get inside
to get inside get inside get inside get inside get inside
na na na na na na na na
lala la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la laaaaa laaaa laaaa
August and Everything After
Written by Counting Crows
They're wakin' up Mama 'cause everybody else has got ____
She makes a little action with her head. Rolls over
And she says she's gonna sleep for a couple of minutes more
I've said "I'm sorry" to Maria for the cold hear___
I've said "I'm sorry", by now, at once to j____"
She says, "I've forgotten what I'm supposed to do
And it slips my mind what I'm supposed to say?
I'm getting older and older and older
And always a little farther out of the way
You look into her eyes and it's more than you hear
In August and Everything After, you get a little ____
I stumbled into Washington Square just as the sun b____
I walked across the lawn to the cathedral and lay down in the shadow of
St. ___
I'm just one of three late model children waiting for the king
But there ain't no sign of Elvis in San Fransisco
It's just me, and I'm playing this rock and roll thing
She wants to be just like me
I want every damn thing I can see.
One day you're Daddy's little angel,
Next day you're everything he wanted you to be
They dress you up in white satin
And they give you your very own pair of wings
In August and Everything After, I'm after everything.
We're Only Love
Written by Counting Crows
Who built the ball that is this earth?
Gave me life, and water for my thirst.
Home for a heart till death from birth
And we're only love, at it's best or worst.
Love calling your name
I will live on
Calling your name
Who wrote the pages of our lives?
In black and white, and taught me wrong from right
It's your heart that held you tight
But we're only love
Spin me around and round and round
Love calling your name
I will live on
Calling your name
And the world seems like my enemy
The waterfall of frowns
And the wave of life will capture me
And I'm falling down upon love
C'mon now darling
I'm falling falling down on love
I'm falling down, falling down on love
I'm falling down on love
Shallow Days
Written by Counting Crows
Mary Jane says it's all right
She's just around the corner from the main light.
Any day now, it's all right
She's standing on the precipice of big time.
And I know I'm a little uptight,
I've got to go before the sun shines.
We're just a couple small people squeezing out a life,
We need a little good time.
It's not far from here,
Mary comes and goes.
Drifting through the scenery of the shallow days below,
That is anybody knows.
You follow trains out of town and they vanish somewhere under the horizon.
Yeah well i saw Mary Jane dragged her shadow down the tracks,
Stare off in the distance.
It's not far from here,
Mary waves hello.
Smiling though she's sinking in the shallow days below,
I can't find a way out of here.
Out on the road again,
I'm much, much too concerned about Mary Jane.
I'm all alone again,
I like what she said, not what it means.
She leaves me drowning through the shallow days, down below.
You know I heard a band playing waltzes in a grange hall
The sun is sinking lower.
People staring, Mary Jane humming softly to herself,
Nobody really knows her.
Any day now it's all right,
She tells herself that this will be the last time.
Mary Jane pulls her hair back and wonders what she'll do with all her
freetime.
Not too far from here,
Mary turns to go.
Smiling while the waltz begins, dancing down the road
Hey hey Mr. Freedom,
What are we supposed to think?
'Cause I'm a very tiny person and it worries me.
I'm all alone again,
I like what she says, not what it means.
She leaves me drowning in the shallow days way down below.
"I'm sorry", she said,
"I know it's not the kind of thing you want."
I'm falling, falling down.
"I'm sorry", she said.
"I know I'm not the kind of girl you want."
We're falling, falling, falling, falling down.
Chelsea
Written by Adam Duritz
I never go to New York City these days
Something about the buildings in Chelsea just kills me
Maybe in a month or two,
Maybe when things are different for me,
Maybe when things are different for you
You know all of this shit, just sticks in my head
Is there anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out
I never had light in my eyes anyways
Maybe things are different these days
It's good for everybody to hurt somebody once in a while
The things I do to people I love shouldn't be allowed
Something about the buildings in Chelsea just kills me
Something about the buildings in Chelsea just kills me
Is there anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out,
I never had light in my eyes anyways
Maybe things are different these days
I dream I'm in New York City some nights.
Angels flow down from all the buildings
Something about an angel just kills me
I keep hoping something will
Is there anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out,
I never had light in my eyes anyways
Maybe things are, maybe maybe maybe
Maybe things are, maybe maybe maybe maybe things are different,
Maybe things are different these days
The light goes out
I never had light in my eyes anyways
Maybe things are different......these days.
Einstein on the Beach for an Eggman
Written by Counting Crows
Albert's always sincere, he's a sensivitive type
His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked
Better think of nothing, then are we anything?
Is it better to be better than to be anything?
And Albert's vision is blooming uncontrolled
All his wings are slowly sinking
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
All the king's men reappear
For an eggman, on and off the wall
Who'll never be together again
Einstein's down on the beach staring into the sand
Cause everything he believes in is shattered
What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway-ay
We all get burned as:
One more sun comes sliding down the sky
One more shadow leans against the wall
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear
For an eggman, on and off the wall
Who'll never be together again
Albert's waiting in the sun
On a field American
For the cause of some inflated form of hit and run
One more sun comes sliding down the sky
One more shadow leans against the wall
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear
For an eggman, on and off the wall
Who'll never be together again
Albert's fallen on the sun
Cracked his head wide open
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear
For an eggman, fallin, fallin
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear
For an eggman, on and off the wall
Who'll never be together again
No never be together again
No no never never never again, uh huh
What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway
Four White Stallions
Written by Patrick Winningham
She had four white stallions coming up around the bend
four strong angels at her command to send
four more seasons, for all thats broken to mend
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
carved by an artist who's hand is demure
got a mind like a sabre
razor sharp and sure
God how I hate myself for still wanting her
Tell me its nicer dreaming, visions soft and sure
no way to find theres nothing left to me and her
nothing more but a heart still at war
She had four white stallions coming up around the bend
four strong angels already sent
four more seasons for all thats broken to mend...
Open all Night
She said hey
Smoke at three
Georgia moonlight
It's three a.m.
I've been driving all night
Got a funny air
Red-brown hair
In the porch light
She said 'We're open all night
So won't you come inside
It's gonna be alright'
She said child
I said I'm a little bit unstable
She said 'Honey, I will help you if I'm able
There's a bottle of relief on the table
And we're open all night
So won't you come inside
It's gonna be alright'
She said 'I was born the year the rockets landed
Circa 1969 and I got stranded
Yeah, but the comet's getting close
And I can't stand it.'
She said 'We're open all night
So won't you come inside
It's gonna be alright'
She said hey
Smoke at three
Georgia moonlight
It's eight a.m.
I've been drinking all night
And there is nothing I will not do to make it alright
She said 'We're open all night
So won't you come inside
It's gonna be alright'