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Bluebird LyricsOVER AND AGAINBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}She had a black rose tattooOn her right hand wristShe had the Golden RuleDown low on her hipAnd I never loved herBut, I told her I didOver and over again...I was dreaming of you, she saidIn your sharp black suit, she saidWith your ten dollar wordsAnd your five dollar shoesI bet you still got that cigarette smileAnd your country boy bluesAnd you sing it over and over againShe said you sing it like you mean itBut, it's just some stupid songBut little ballerina it's my favorite when you dance alongNothing ever sounded better than this scratchy old recordSongtexteI'm so happy that you threw it onAnd you just let it spinOver and over againShe pulls the needle off the record, throws her favorite old record onNow it's worn out and cracklin'She's happy it's her favorite songShe twirls around and around and aroundUntil it's over and goneJust to start all over againShe plays it over and over, over and over againShe said you sing it like you mean it, but...The sunlight creeps inAnd shines on the mirrorThe night's passed us byAnd morning is hereBut if you gotta goGo safely my dearAnd the record just skips at the endOver and over, over and over againJust skips...MORNING CIGARETTESBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}It's a long way to the top with your pockets full of sandI saw the Devil on the teleI was playing in the bandYour father's eyes were vacant when they came to take the landBaby, what's it gonna take for you to go?On a string around his neckA leper carries both his handsAnd out over the ocean pilots wonder where to landYou know we'd probably live foreverIf we just follow the planBut, baby what's it gonna take to let it goWell, if you find out honey won't you let me knowAnother morning cigaretteWe were born with neither memories nor regretAnd if I called your nameYou'd come from miles away I betYou're on your wayBut you're not here just yetNow the seven saddest soldiers that had ever lost a warYou know they shot the sky with rifles in dress blue uniformsSinging Lord if you can't keep himSend him someplace warmWhere he doesn't hear the voices anymoreThey got the different colored pills for different times throughout the dayThey got the long term side effects, the world has turned to grayThe lady at the door just told me God was on his wayI told her tell Him to stop by and say ?hello?Cause if he's in town there's some folks that would like to knowAnother morning cigarette...FORMER QUEEN OF SPAINBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}Now the rich man and the poor man and the former queen of SpainHave all had someone like you, they all have gone awayAnd the fact that time will crawl or fly depending on the dayMakes every kiss a gift and everyone of us a saintIf that ain't loveIt's close enoughI heard my angel crying out she'd fallen from God's graceShe'd had enough, she drank the blood, she couldn't stand the tasteFrom there to here's a long way down but baby I can waitI might be a fool to catch ya, let ya fall'd just be a wasteIf that ain't loveIt's close enoughI should have took a breath instead I wired my jaw shutI breathed deep through my nose and prayed my clothes'd turned to dustStand naked as a babe the day I finally gave upWhen all I'd say became profane I would not give a f..If that ain't love,It's close enoughMy eyes wandered round the crash site for to find your missing partsI found your head, your perfect legs and your million dollar heartTo my surprise I caught a cop he was climbing in the carI was flashlight blind, jaws of life could not pry us apartIf that ain't loveIt's a lot of bloodI woke up from my dream to someone screaming in the roadHe'd carved your name into his chest saying ?baby please don't go?When I woke you up you whispered wearily and coldYou said ?baby shut the shades it's just someone I used to know,It wasn't love. No, not like us.?But it's closeThe day I lost my sight , I learned to fly, and I flew awayI'd check on you from time to time just to make sure you're OKAnd all at once you shot me down with a simple turn of phraseYou said ?If you got a secret, you should learn to keep it safe?Cause, that ain't loveBut it's close enoughNow the rich man and the poor man and the former Queen of Spain...MRS. ROSENTHALBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}, Joe Firstman{Wives Tales Publishing BMI}Me and Mrs. RosenthalWe rarely wear no clothesWell, she calls me up, but not to talkI think I'll go and see her tomorrowWhen's she's drinking in the afternoonLike she ain't got a thing to doWell she told me she's from Baton RougeShe singing like the Queen of VirginiaShe good for me like medicineShe say her momma's MexicanWell, I hope she wear that dress againI swear at times I can see right through itShe say she like the way I talkShe crazy 'bout my lazy drawlShe say it mixes well with alcoholBaby can I get ya,Honey let me get yaDarlin' let me fix ya up goodThat's why I'm singing to yaMe and Mrs. Rosenthal...She wears me outIn the finest wayShe making sure my spine is straightI'm singing pardon me you highnessLittle darling how'd you get so good, so good, so goodThat's why I'm singing to yaMe and Mrs. Rosenthal...HIGH SCHOOL DRUGSBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}Hey Julianna you must be tiredYou've been running all day and running all nightNow the sun's coming up in a big pink skyYou got the radio on you look just fineNow with the radio on, you look just fineHey Julianna I won't leave townJust lie right here and I won't make a soundWhen you wake up you can talk me downWhen I'm walking around with my head in the cloudsJust a walking around with my head in the cloudsAnd I'd watch them all float awayBefore I'd leave you(Repeat)Find myself hummin' the songs you'd sungI remember you singing when we were youngJust driving around on high school drugsWe had that sunrise kind of loveJust driving around on high school drugsAnd I'd watch them all float awayBefore I'd leave you...BOY WITH NO NAMEBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}Saw her just sitting there, sunk in her shouldersAnd this kind of thing, will usually blow over'But, it ain't blowin' overIt's a new kind of painShe cries for the boy with no nameWe must have missed the last chance oasisFree drinks all aroundSun on our facesAt just the right time, in just the right placesShe cries for the boy with no nameShe says ?Waltz with me Darlin,Watch the stars fallin, and know that I cameWhen I heard you callin'This heartache's a game that nobody wins right away?And it's always the same,When she cries for the boy with no name.Creased in the corner, cards on the tableBetween secrets and dreams, who's got the angleAnd time is a spy that grows blinder each dayWhen she cries for the boy with no nameWe must have missed the last chance oasis...She says ?Waltz with me Darlin...?She cries and she cries and she criesShe cries all night(Repeat)SOPHIABrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}Senora, Sophia, circa 1975Well, she joined 'emCan't beat 'emEverybody saw how she triedThey just broke her downAs we all know they'll doAnd she can joke about it nowYou know she still looks good,Lenora, oil painterShe gave me one to hang on the wallWell, she burned outCan't blame herBut, now she never bothers to draw at all, at all, at allAnd, they just broke her downBut, she was younger thenAnd man I hope she works it outShe's a real good kidNever meant to do what she didShe a real good kidSenora, Sophia, circa 1975(Repeat)YOUR BROTHER, THE POETBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}So, you scratched at the doorLike a cat in the rainAnd at that I had youDead to rightsSo I looked to be sureThat your hair was the sameBut something had scared youGhostly whiteSo, I lent you a coatAnd it fell off your shouldersI laughed at the wayIt swallowed you wholeGirl, it's so nice to see yaHow long has it beenSince Los Angeles has seen any snowAnd your brother's up in New York CityThe city that he loved so wellAnd he's plagiarizing promisesWith the ghost of Dylan ThomasOn the ninth floor of the Chelsea HotelSo a penny a thoughtAnd a nickel a prayerIf we just save a littleIt'll just get us thereSo give back the nickelsThat I've tossed in the wellCause summer in San FranciscoIs colder than hellSo I dressed up the truth,In a big blue hat,And I walked the old girl right down to the service,And they all asked about you,And the troubles you've hadAnd everyone seemed to believeYou deserved itAnd your brother's up in New York City....I looked all aroundAnd no one could find youJust had to remind youOf the girl on a trainShe was waving and scaredShe was tangled and fairHair danced in the windowAs the train pulled awayGLORY HALLELUJAHBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}I 'm trapped here by the soundOf the sleeping soldiers nowAnd the cars out on the streetWell they never screamed so loudAnd the voices in my headThey whisper true and proudAnd something that they've said has got a whole new meaning nowSinging glory hallelujahHow that pain it'll shoot right through yaAnd it sure was fine to knew yaBut, I'm gone, gone, goneLord I'm feelin' fineDrinkin' sacramental wineGot me swimming toward the skyTil I get caught up in a bindLucky, I built the kids a shrine,That we worship all the timeWe just roll the dice and pineAll the loss of love and crimeSinging ?Glory Hallelujah...Until we're left with only hollow thoughtsAnd memories we've won and lostTied our hands with golden knotsAnd went to tell the others... and I told emI got a girl at homeMan, I left her all aloneShe was crying on the phoneMan, I couldn't bear to listenSo I screamed 'til I was tiredI was full of kerosene and liesI told her, I forgot her eyesAnd couldn't give a damn to kiss herSinging, glory hallelujah...(Repeat)And we were left with only broken glass,And memories of good things pastConvinced myself that nothing lastsAnd went to tell the others... And I told emADELINEBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}You grabbed my handAnd held on tightWe floated downPast prying eyesAnd I'd never jumped dearFrom such great heightsWere you not there, dear AdelineYou got a voice dearThat's hard to findI hear it call meEach time I dieIt brings me back love,And you're wearing whiteIt's all the time now, dear AdelineAnd we'll wave goodbye to the punch drunk worldSugarcoat so sweet, little gum drop girlAnd I'm hopeless to believe inBut, if you'll just stay a whileI'll do anything you sayDear AdelineI caught you smilingI asked you whyYou said no reasonI said baby that's just fineLong as you're happyRight by my sideYour little gun shy grin, AdelineYou'll take no husbandYou'll have no kidsBut you love your whiskeyAnd all your friendsThey'll break your back loveBut you'll never cryCause you never was like themDear AdelineAnd we'll waive goodbye to the punch drunk worldCENTRAL PARKBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}I met the last of the great paintersSelling grass in Central ParkHe painted all he was afraid of'Til all the world was artAnd he's a brilliant conversationalistHis topics ranging near and farFrom the price of tea in ChinaTo the fastest foreign carsHe knows a lot about the carsBut he doesn't have a licenseDoesn't leave the neighborhoodHe doesn't quite know where his wife isBut he hopes she's doing goodShe ran off to south of Sante FeWith some hippie throwing copperThat was seven years ago todayWell, he heard she had a daughterWell, he heard she had a daughterOughta send her something nice he thoughtA book, a piece of jewelryBut he don't know what she likesAnd he thinks her name is JuliePartially and mostly rightFor her name is JuliannaProbably pretty, probably shyProbably gets it from her mommaShe had a real good looking mommaNot a single day goes by,He doesn't think of her and wonder,Why she up and left him for some turquoise wearing sculptorBut she always liked a dry heatShe was raised in ArizonaIt's a hundred ninety-five degreesAt seven in the morningDoo do doo, do doo doo, doo do do, doo doo doI was walking through the parkTrying to score a joint or twoI was probably lying when I said I was a singer,Said he saw it in my eyes I was just an in-betweenerNever stood up to a giantNever seen the Mona LisaNever said nothing so defiant, so that anyone'd believe itNo one's gonna believe itWell he hasn't touched a brushIn long enough he could still wield itSaw a lot of things he'd like to paintBut, he never could quite feel itAnd I've felt the same of songWhen there was no one there to listenBut, it never was for themNo, it never was for themNo, it never was for anyone but meHe said, I am not a wise manBut I know you are mistakenCause art is only yoursUntil the second you create itAnd I may have had a wife onceAnd I may have been a painterBut, right now I got these bags manAnd they're fifty bucks an eighthThat's the going rateSo, I thought I'd pick one up for yaDoo do doo, do do doo, do do doo, do do dooI was walking throught the parkAnd I was on my way to see yaWAR ON WILCOXBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}Where in the world do you come from?Where in the world do you go?Who dropped the dime on good reverend Jerome?He just took what he felt he was owedYou rolled dice last night with CorettaRolled twice and won me the worldBut you'd give it away if I let yaCrazy I tell ya, make me laugh out loudLike that time that I caught you in Austin,And you were carrying ten times your weight,I loved you as quick as I lost youBut cost ain't nothing to a rich man like me,It don't mean a thingI found heaven in a three sided story,Heard my story in clear blue skyI got this brand new tattoo just this morningCovered your name upI melted my thumb like a candle,Sealed a letter that I'll never sendI wondered who taught you, the art of a scandalIs 99 5/16 what you put in, and we both put in.You lived through the war out on WilcoxGot bored with the billionaire's tieYou carried your teeth in a pillbox,Those nice pearly whites,Let me see you smile like one more time.Where in world...BLUEBIRDBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}I was a bluebirdLost and aloneSearching for shelterFar from my homeStruggling to flyBut you mended my wingAnd you're sweeter than springtimeI love how you'd singYou know the songTo play when I'm goneNo longer weary,Finally HomeWatching from heavenWith fond recollectionMy sisters and brethrenHave all gathered roundTo help me to layMy burden downI was a preacherRobbed of my faithSurrounded by devilsSuspicious of saintsDrawn to temptationDrowning in sinBut I found my salvationWhen you sang againYou know the song...Bluebird flying home(Repeat)NEIGHBORHOODBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}Where I live nowIs a little red houseDown on Wilcox and FountainLos AngelesI sleep through the sirensPolice lullabiesAnd I rideMy little black bicycleDown to Bogie'sAnd drag queen CeciliaShe's the last true believerShe's walking the BoulevardShe's handing out leafletsThat nobody readsCause they know all the secretsAnd the don't need a reasonTo be, so scaredAnd this ain't no kind of scene, babeWhy in the world would you follow me hereAnd this ain't no kind of sceneWhy in the world would you follow me hereYou followed me hereMy friends and my worriesThey got old in a hurryBut no less deservingA fond farewellAnd bellbottomed cheapskatesThey're all asleep in the heat waveAnd they wake upFrom their dreamsOf the sixtiesFind that nothing has changedBaby nothing has changedAnd this ain't no kind of sceneWhy in the world would you follow me hereAnd you believe what you wanna believeAnd this ain't no kind of sceneAnd I hang out with singersBunch of glass jawed bleedersWhose skinIs as thinAs a leafAnd there's actorsAnd dancersAnd more second chancersThan lights Aus Songtexte Mania