They're pickin' up the prisoners and puttin'
'em in the pen
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
Rebels been rebels since I don't know when
And all she wants to do is dance
Molotov cocktail-the local drink
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
They mix 'em up right in the kitchen sink
And all she wants to do is dance
Crazy people walkin' round
with blood in their eyes
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
Wild-eyed pistol wavers
who ain't afraid to die
And all she wants to do is-
And all she wants to do is dance
and make romance
She can't feel the heat comin' off the street
She wants to party
She wants to get down
And all she wants to do is-
And all she wants to do is dance
Well, the government bugged the men's
room in the local disco lounge
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
To keep the boys from sellin'
all the weapons they could scrounge
And all she wants to do is dance
But that don't keep the boys
from makin' a buck or two
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
They still can sell the army
all the drugs that they can do
And all she wants to do is-
And all she wants to do is dance
and make romance
Well, we barely made the airport
for the last plane out
As we taxied down the runway
I could hear the people shout
They said, "Don't come back here Yankee!"
But if I ever do-
I'll bring more money
'Cause all she wants to do is dance
and make romance
Never mind the hear comin' off the street
She wants to party
She wants to get down
All she wants to do is-
All she wants to do is dance
All she wants to do is dance
and make romance
(Don Henley/Frank Simes/Stan Lynch)
Ah, it's open season here my friend
It always is; it always has been
Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A.
We're partying fools in the autumn of our heyday
And though we're running out of everything
We can't afford to quit
Before this binge is over
We've got to squeeze off one more hit
We're workin' it
Workin' it
Soon you will be dancing face-to-face
With the limits of ambition and the scars of the marketplace
Welcome to the land of flame and fizz
Where you will learn that packaging is all that heaven is
We got the little black car, the little black dress
Got the guru, the trainer, the full court press
We got the software, hard drive, CD-ROM
We got the exploitation.com
We got the pager, cell phone, bootleg methaqualone
The media, the message: you are what you own
We got the agent, lawyer, lapdog, voyeur
Talk show, book deal, round mouth, square meal
We're so busy covering our asses, we just can't commit
“Oh, back off, don't bother me, baby
Can't you see I'm workin' it”
Workin' it
It's plain to see Miss Liberty has not yet come of age
But, she loves to feed the animals as long as they're locked up in the cage
And everybody knows the girl's got balls of brass
Aw, kiss my ass
(Solo)
We've got a whole new class of opiates
To blunt the stench of discontent
In these corporation nation-states
Where the loudest live to trample on the least
They say it's just the predatory nature of the beast
But, the barons in the balcony are laughing
And pointing to the pit
They say, “Aw look, they've grown accustomed to the smell
Now, people love that shit
And we're workin' it.”
Workin' it
We got the short-term gain, the long-term mess
We got the suffocating, quarterly consciousness
Yes man, run like a thief
New York to Hollywood, hype and glory
Special effects, no story
Yes man, run like a thief
Workin' it
Workin' it
Well, you don't know who the enemy is
You don't know
You don't know who the enemy is
Company man
“Eight for me, one for you”
(Workin' it)
“Very fair”
(Don Henley/Stan Lynch/Stuart Brawley)
Is this what you wanted?
Did you even think twice?
Didn't they tell you that anything that feels this good
Comes with a price
It gave you such a rush
Now you think you've had enough
It's not that easy to walk away
This is the hard stuff
You can't get the genie back in the bottle
You can't get the genie back in the bottle
You can't get the genie back in the bottle
You can't get the genie back in the bottle
And everything matters, everything matters
Every little thing you do
That smoldering tingle under your skin
That sweet, delicious, but not-so-original sin
And when the world becomes too little or too much
The shadow mind contrives
The triumph and the tragedy that we invite into our lives
And Adam glanced back at the tree
As he was leaving
Said, “Baby, that's the price we pay
Knowing is grieving”
You can't get the genie back in the bottle
You can't get the genie back in the bottle
You can't get the genie back in the bottle
You can't get the genie back in the bottle
And everything matters, everything matters
Everything you say, everything you do
And the past comes back to smack you around
For all the things you thought you got for free
For the arrogance to think that you could somehow
Defy the laws of gravity
These are lessons in humility
Penitence for past offenses
Consequences, consequences
You can't get the genie back in the bottle
You can't get the genie back in the bottle
You can't get the genie back in the bottle
(Don Henley/Stan Lynch/Stuart Brawley)
I had a good life
Before you came
I had my friends and my freedom
I had my name
Still there was sorrow and emptiness
'Til you made me glad
Oh, in this love I found strength I never knew I had
And this love
Is like nothing I have ever known
Take my hand, love
I'm taking you home
I'm taking you home
There were days, lonely days
When the world wouldn't throw me a crumb
But I kept on believing
That this day would come
And this love
Is like nothing I have ever known
Take my hand, love
I'm taking you home
I'm taking you—home
Where we can be with the ones who really care
Home, where we can grow together
Keep you in my heart forever
And this love
Is like nothing I have ever known
Take my hand, love
I'm taking you home
Taking you home
And this love
Is like nothing I have ever known
Take my hand, love
I'm taking you home
You live in a house of mirrors
Reflecting your splendid isolation
You have so much of everything
Except for true consideration
The way you dance
The way you walk
The way you drive
The way you talk
The way you eat
The way you drink
The way you act
The way that you don't think
It's like there's¡ª
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Nobody else in the world but you
In case you haven't noticed
There's lots of other people here, too
Hey now, did your momma teach you anything?
Some things still got to be respected
Is it a sign of the times, or is it just your callous heart?
How did you get so disconnected?
The way you push
The way you shove
The way you hate
The way you love
The lies you spin
The scenes you make
The grief you give
The space you take
It's like there's¡ª
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Nobody else in the world but you
In case you haven't noticed
There's lots of other people here, too
And now it's time you did a little giving, baby
The world is not your plaything, no, no, no
(Solo)
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Nobody else in the world but you
In case you haven't noticed
There's lots of other people here
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
It's like there's¡ªnobody else in the world but you
In case you haven't noticed there are lots of other people here, too
(Don Henley/Stan Lynch/Jai Winding)
On a misbegotten, moonless night
I stumbled in my door
Disgusted with my circumstance
Soaked to every pore
When floating from my bedroom
Came a moaning and a sigh
“Oh, I've had one too many
It's just the wind,” says I
I lit up a cigarette
And I poured a good, stiff drink
You see, I needed to compose myself
I needed time to think
No sooner had I settled down
The moaning came again
Drifting through the silence
Like some otherworldly violin
I bounded up the staircase
I went slippin' and slidin' down the hall
You know, I've been around the whole, wide world
But I was not prepared at all
Uninvited visitor, unsuspecting host
“Well, I see you've made yourself at home.
Good evening, Miss Ghost.”
You're more beautiful than ever
I feel just like a kid
And I commence to trembling
When I think of all the things we did
Skin as pale as marble; lips as red as blood
Imagine my surprise, my dear
I thought that you were gone for good
You look so lovely lying there
All stretched out on your back
But I'm the one who's strung up here
On old temptation's rusty rack
And in the wee small hours
Is when I miss you the most
And I confess it, I have missed you
Miss Ghost
I threw open the window
And I howled at the rain
And I cursed the weakness of the flesh
This breath and bone—and this brute, reptilian brain
What dirty tricks the mind can play
In the lonely dead of night
When you bump into the shadow
Of a faded love that wasn't right
Way down beneath the surface
Far beyond the light of day
So many things lie buried deep
And baby, they should stay that way
Oh, my wicked, little habit
We've really made a mess
Everything's been trivialized
In our vain pursuit of happiness
And even though you've come for me
I won't go back with you
To some temporary heaven
Down some empty, dead-end avenue
But it's been so good to have you here
And I propose a toast
“Here's to seeing through you—
(Don Henley/Stan Lynch/Jai Winding/Frank Simes)
The rains have come early, they say
We're all gonna wash away
Well, that's all right with me
If heaven's torrent can wash clean
The arrogance that lies unseen
In the damage done since we have gone
Where we ought not to be
Goodbye to a river
Goodbye to a river
So long
Lakes and levees, dams and locks
They put that river in a box
It was running wild
And men must have control
We live our lives in starts and fits
We lose our wonder bit by bit
We condescend and in the end
We lose our very souls
Goodbye to a river
Goodbye to a river
So long
The dirty water washes down
Poisoning the common ground
Taking sins of farm and town
And bearing them away
The captains of industry
And their tools on the hill
They're killing everything divine
What will I tell this child of mine
(Solo)
I make a church out of words
As the years dull my senses
And I try to hold on to the world that I knew
I struggle to cross generational fences
And the beauty that still remains—
I can touch it through you
Goodbye to a river
Goodbye to a river
So long
Goodbye to a river
Goodbye to a river
So long
Goodbye to a river
Goodbye to a river
So long
Goodbye to a river
Goodbye to a river
(Larry John McNally)
For my wedding, I will dress in black
And never again will I look back
Ah, my dark angels we must part
For I've made a sanctuary of my heart
To want what I have
To take what I'm given with grace
For this I pray
On my wedding day
For my wedding, I don't want violins
Or sentimental songs about thick and thin
I want a moment of silence and a moment of prayer
For the love we'll need to make it in the world out there
To want what I have
To take what I'm given with grace
For this I pray
On my wedding day
On my wedding day
I dream, and my dreams are all glory and light
That's what I've wanted for my life
And if it hasn't always been that way
Well, I can dream and I can pray
On my wedding day
So what makes us any different from all the others
Who have tried and failed before us
Maybe nothing, maybe nothing at all
But I pray we're the lucky ones; I pray we never fall
To want what we have
To take what we're given with grace
For these things I pray
On my wedding day
(Don Henley/Stan Lynch)
Maybe just a good night's sleep
Would have changed your troubled mind
From that rather permanent decision
So tragic, so unkind
Now, pain is what you've given
And sleep is what you'll get
So far away from that sweet baby child
Who hardly knew you yet
Now he'll grow up to be a fighter
Full of anger, full of shame
Like all the other haunted children
Who wonder why they came
And he'll be in and out of trouble
Until he stands up or he falls
But there will always be a shadow there
No matter how it goes
Damn it, Rose
Is this another cryptic message
Or some kind of cosmic quiz
If there's a lesson to be learned from this
Well, I don't know what it is
You could have given us the finger
Much more constructively than that
Now I sit here with the MTV
And your bloated, Burmese cat
We're being treated to the wisdom
Of some puffed up little fart
Doing exactly what I used to do—
Pretentions to anarchy and art
He speaks the language of a warrior
He mounts his misinformed attack
He wears the clothes of a dissenter
But there's a logo on his back
And it's a hollow rebellion
As rebellions mostly are
It's just another raging tempest in a jar
And the seasons keep on changing
And the wind blows hot and cold
Wish that you were here with us to watch this tide
As it ebbs and flows
(Don Henley/John Corey)
I watch you sleeping
My weary heart rises up on wings
I hear your laughter
Something deep down inside me sings
Way down here in the land of cotton
You were born on a rainy day
Since then, sweet things long forgotten
They just keep flooding back my way
Oh child, I cannot tell you how the time just flies
But I have had my days of glory under sunny skies
These days, your bright dreams are all I want to see
Sleep tight, Annabel
You can always count on me
In this cold world, folks will judge you
Though they don't know you at all
And I may not be there to catch you
Anytime that you might fall
But, you got my hard head
And your mother's grace
All the likeness of the loved ones right there in your face
And I know in the end you'll be who you will be
So sleep tight, Annabel
An old song on the radio, a faded dream from long ago
A phone is ringin' but the message can't get through
A whisper on the wind as the sun goes down
A teardrop crashes to the ground and
That's the sound that a heart makes when a heart breaks
That's the sound that a heart makes when a heart breaks
Two people cryin' over broken vows
A door slams shut on an empty house
It echoes on down where the well is runnin' dry
Words lost in sentences we can't understand
A ring is slippin' off my fingers and slippin' through my
hands, and
That's the sound that a heart makes when a heart breaks
That's the sound that a heart makes when a heart breaks
Blue notes on an old guitar, the silent fire of a distant
star
The unforgiving rhythm of November rain,
Rivers that are runnin' down a broken windowpane
GUITAR SOLO
That's the sound that a heart makes when a heart breaks
That's the sound that a heart makes when a heart breaks
That's the sound that a heart makes when a heart breaks
You were dreaming on a park bench
'Bout a broad highway somewhere
When the music from the carillon
Seemed to hurl your heart out there
Past the scientific darkness
Past the fireflies that float
To an angel bending down
To wrap you in her warmest coat
And you ask, "What am I not doing?"
She says, "Your voice cannot command
In time, you will move mountains
It will come through your hand"
Still you argue for an option
Still you angle for your case
Like you wouldn't know a burning bush
If it blew up in your face
Yeah, we scheme about the future
And we dream about the past
When just a simple reaching out
Might build a bridge that lasts
And you ask, "What am I not doing?"
She says, "Your voice cannot command
In time, you will move mountains
It will come through your hand, your hand"
So whatever your hands find to do
You must do with all your heart
There are thoughts enough
To blow men's minds and tear great worlds apart
There's a healing touch to find you
On that broad highway somewhere
To lift you high as music flying
Through the angel's hair
Don't ask what you are not doing
Because your voice cannot command
In time we will move mountains
And it will come through your hands
Through your hands
Through your hands
Through your hands
Nobody on the road, nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets, the sun goes down alone
I'm drivin' by your house, though I know you're not home
But I can see you, your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I never will forget those nights, I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy?
Remember how I made you scream?
Now I don't understand what happened to our love
But baby I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna show you what I'm made of
I can see you, your brown skin shinin' in the sun
I see you walkin' real slow and you're smilin' at everyone
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
Out on the road today I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said
"Don't look back you can never look back"
I thought I knew what love was, what did I know?
Those days are gone forever, I should just let them go but
I can see you, your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got that top pulled down and that radio on baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I can see you, your brown skin shining in the sun
You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that's the best
When I lay me down to die
Going up to the spirit in the sky
Going up to the spirit in the sky
That's where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
I’m gonna go to the place that's the best
Prepare yourself you know it's a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus
So you know that when you die
He's gonna recommend you to the spirit in the sky
Gonna recommend you to the spirit in the sky
That's where you're gonna go when you die
When you die and they lay you to rest
You're gonna go to the place that's the best
Never been a sinner, I never sinned
I got a friend in Jesus
So you know that when I die
He's gonna set me up with the spirit in the sky
Oh, set me up with the spirit in the sky
That's where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
I’m gonna go to the place that's the best
Like every young man
I had some things that I wanted to say
Ere I could begin
You know the world got in my way
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby
To open the window and feel the fair wind
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby again
We spend so much time
Weeping and wailing and shaking our fists
Creating enemies that really don't exist
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby
To open the window and feel the fair wind
Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby again
All these comings and goings that cut like a knife
These small, simple pleasures that make up a life
A man needs a home and a child and a wife
To always be there, always
After I'm gone, there are some things
That I know I will miss
The taste of your mouth
The smell of the perfume on your wrist
Oh Lilah, the fields lie fallow
Whatever ye sow, so shall ye reap
Oh Lilah, the river's still shallow
But the river bed is dark and deep
Oh Lilah, the fields lie fallow
Whatever ye sow, so shall ye reap
Oh Lilah, this ground we hallow
Is ours to tend but not to keep
Too rah, loo rah, loo rah, Lilah
Too rah, loo rah, loo rah, lay
Now, while all the streets are silent
Take my hand and come away
Too rah, loo rah, loo rah, Lilah
Too rah, loo rah, loo rah lay
Too rah, loo rah, loo rah, Lilah
Every day's a new day
That's what I've been told
Try to hold your head high
The world runs hot and cold
It's hard to follow footprints
In the shifting sands
Another thirsty rider
Behind the caravan
You had no idea
Just what was waiting out there
You never thought you'd carry the weight of the world
On your pretty blond hair
This ain't no Shangri-La
To you, no Shangri-La
This ain't no Shangri-La
Nobody knows no Shangri-La
Hey, there's a whole lotta people
Wonderin' who you are
They think you walk without a care in the world
But they've been wrong so far
This ain't no Shangri-La
To you, no Shangri-La
This ain't no Shangri-La
Nobody knows no Shangri-La
No one can be sad
What we all must outrun
Who's gonna carry the weight of the world
Unitl we learn to stop and do what must be done
This ain't no Shangri-La
To you, no Shangri-La
This ain't no Shangri-La
Nobody knows no Shangri-La
Shangri-La, Shangri-La
Shangri-La, Shangri-La
Shangri-La, Shangri-La
Harry got up, dressed all in black
Went down to the station
And he never came back
They found his clothing
Scattered somewhere down the track
And he won't be down on Wall Street
In the morning
He had a home
The love of a girl
But men get lost sometimes
As years unfurl
One day he crossed some line
And he was too much in this world
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
Things can get pretty strange
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
Lying here in the darkness
I hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody's going to jail
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hang on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
Things can get a little strange
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take a fool's advice
And take care of your own
'Cause one day they're here
Next day they're gone
I pulled my coat around my shoulders
And took a walk down through the park
The leaves were fallin' around me
The groaning city in the gathering dark
On some solitary rock
A desperate lover left his mark
'Baby, I've changed, please come back'
What the head makes cloudy
The heart makes very clear
I know the days were so much brighter
In the time when she was here
But I know there's somebody somewhere
Make these dark clouds disappear
Until that day, I have to believe
I believe, I believe
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
You can get out of the rain
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
Things can get a little strange
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
You can get out of the rain
I see these women at the car wash
Women at the mall, little-bitty women and women who are tall
One of them is perfect and I want her for myself
Never gonna settle for anybody else
All my good buddies try to fix me up, buddy, I've had enough
I'm gonna run a few red lights, grind a few gears
Start a few fist fights, drink a few beers
Even though I'm tryin' every trick in the book
You gimme drop dead, drop dead looks
You the finest woman that I've ever seen
Why you wanna be so mean?
Well, everybody tries to tell me there's nothin' I can do
But I'm a man with a mission, baby, you know it's you, it's you
Well I'm a man with a mission, man with a mission
Man with a mission, baby, you know it's you, it's you
Everybody runnin' round here
Sayin', "Where's the party? Where's the party?"
Sonny-boy, don't ask me, 'cause I don't know
I got somethin' else on my mind today, somewhere else to go
Well-a, well-a, well-a everybody tries to tell me, there's nothin' I can do
But I'm a man with a mission, baby you know it's you, it's you
Well I'm a man with a mission
Man with a mission, man with a mission
Baby, you know it's you, it's you
Man with a mission, man with a mission
Man with a mission, baby you know it's you, it's you
Man with a mission, man with a mission
A new age is dawning on fewer than expected
Business is usual that's how the headline read
Some shaky modern saviors have now been resurrected
In all this excitement, girl you may have been misled
People want a miracle they say, "Oh Lord, can't you see us?
We're tryin' to make a livin' down here, keep the children fed"
But from little dark motel rooms to six flags over Jesus
"How are the mighty fallen down" so the Bible said
But you don't have to pray to a little Tin God
Step out of the way for a little Tin God
You might fear the reaper, fear the rod
But you never have to get down on your knees
You don't have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get down on your knees
For a little Tin God
The cowboy's name was Jingo and he heard that there was trouble
So in a blaze of glory he rode out of the west
No one was ever certain what it was that he was sayin'
But they loved it when he told them they were better than the rest
But you don't have to pray to a little Tin God
Step out of the way for a little Tin God
You might hate the system, hate the job
But you never have to get down on your knees
You don't have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get down on your knees
For a little Tin God
World of appearances
World of appearances
Throw down a rope from heaven and lead the flock to water
The man in the middle would have you think that you have no other choice
But to wander in the wilderness of all the upturned faces
If you stop and listen long enough you will hear your own small voice
But you don't have to pray to a little Tin God
Step out of the way for a little Tin God
You might fear the reaper, fear the rod
But you never have to get down on your knees
You don't have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get down on your knees
You never have to holler, please, please
Never have to get down on your knees
Never have to holler please, please
Never have to get down on your knees
For a little Tin God
Well, it's up in the mornin', everybody off and runnin'
Everybody got some place to be
Some people never go walkin', some people just stop talkin'
And I was slippin' away, you came and pulled me through, baby
I wanna stay in the land of the living with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living with you
I wanna stay here with you
You know we work and we worry, this old world's in such a hurry
So many things we just don't see
Some people always cryin', some people just stop tryin'
And I was slippin' away, you came and pulled me through
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
We got to do what we can now, about all this pain and sorrow
We got to live just a little, we could all be gone tomorrow
When I look at you girl, my heart rejoices
You taught me somethin', considering the choices
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
While you were sleeping
They came and took it all away
The lanes and the meadows
The places where you used to play
It was an inside job
By the well-connected
Your little protest
Summarily rejected
It was an inside job
Like it always is
Chalk it up
To business as usual
While you were dreaming
This little island disappears
While you are looking the other way
They'll take your right to own your own ideas
And it's an inside job
Favors collected
Your trusted servants
Have left you unprotected
It was an inside job
Like it always is
Just chalk it up
To business as usual
You think that you're so smart
But you don't have a fucking clue
What those men up in the towers
Are doing to me and you
And they'll keep doin' it and doin' it
Doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Until we all wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
I know what I've done wrong
I am acquainted with the night
I know how hard it is
To always walk out in the light
And it's an inside job
To learn about forgiving
It's an inside job
To hang on to the joy of living
They know the road by which you came
They know your mother's maiden name
And what you had for breakfast
What you've hidden in the mattress
Insect politics
Indifferent universe
Bang your head against the wall
But apathy is worse
It's an inside job
It's an inside job
It's an inside job
Yeah, yeah
It's an inside job
It's an inside job
It's an inside job
It's an inside job
You're leavin' tongue marks on the carpet
And I know what you're lookin' at
You would walk on your lips through busted glass
If you could get next to that
You think this is love
Your education starts today
So you think this is love?
So tell me
How bad do you want it?
How bad do you want it?
How bad do you want it?
Not bad enough
So you put a hold on happiness
....a day, a week, a year
You got to bring somethin' to this party, boy
If you party here
And if you're lookin' for love
You better look some other way
If you're lookin' for love
I have to ask you
How bad do you want it?
How bad do you want it?
How bad do you want it?
Not bad enough
She gave you love and affection
Enough to weather any season
You found an excuse to walk away
But you didn't find no reason
And you talk about love
But you don't know what it means
Yeah, you talk about love
So tell me
How bad do you want it?
How bad do you want it?
How bad do you want it?
I got the call today, I didnt wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old, true friend of ours was talkin on the phone
She said youd found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
And the struggles we went through
And how I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside loves open door
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?
Im learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, Im learning again
Ive been tryin to get down
To the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think its about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you dont love me anymore
These times are so uncertain
Theres a yearning undefined
And people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age?
The trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
Theyre the very things - we kill I guess
Pride and competition
Cannot fill these empty arms
And the work I put between us
You know it doesnt keep me warm
Im learning to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
And the more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought Id figured out
I have to learn again
Ive been trying to get down
To the heart of the matter
But everything changes
And my friends seem to scatter
But I think its about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you dont love me anymore
There are people in your life whove come and gone
They let you down you know they hurt your pride
You better put it all behind you baby; life goes on
You keep carryin that anger; itll eat you up inside, baby
Ive been trying to get down
To the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
And my thought seem to scatter
But I think its about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you dont love me
Ive been tryin to get down
To the heart of the matter
Because the flesh will get weak
And the ashes will scatter
So Im thinkin about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you dont love me
Forgiveness
Forgiveness - baby
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, you dont love me anymore
I met a Frenchman in a field last night
He was out there with an easel painting carnival light
He said, "I used to paint the princess, I used to paint the frogs
Now I paint mustaches on dangerous dogs"
He said, "Sometimes it's a country, sometimes it's a girl
You know everybody got to have a purpose in this world
You Yankees are so silly about matters of the heart
Don't you know that women are the only works of art?"
And you're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
And you're gonna hit somethin' but that's the way it goes
Some guys were born to Rimbaud, some guys breathe Baudelaire
Some guys just got to go and put their rockets everywhere
You can breed 'em by the thousands, you can trick and you can train
Just look at all those poor dogs that are dragged down by the Seine
How many arrows must I shoot into the blue?
You little maniac, I'm crazy over you
Before the dearth of lovers and the punishment of pride
Let's go scrape out on the terrazzo, it's just to hot outside
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're gonna hit somethin' but that's the way it goes
Talk talk, talk and talk, talk talk, sweet talk
Talk talk, tough talk, talk talk, dirty talk
Talk talk, walk and talk, talk talk, big talk
Talk talk, baby talk, kiss, kiss, kiss me baby
Talk talk, talk and talk, talk talk, smooth talk
Talk talk, body talk, talk talk, back talk
Talk talk, small talk, talk talk, baby talk
Don Henley & Bonnie Raitt
Did I lose your love a long time ago
Did I just wear it out, baby I don’t know
Cos it seems like any more we’re not on the same page
In the same book or on the same stage
We say the words but they feel on wrong
Like a happy blues, like a sad love song
How two people can bow and scrape
For every shred of tenderness
Can love stand the test of time that surrounds us
Memories that astound us, joy and happiness
Can love stand the test
A long time ago, or was it just yesterday
Why would we fall out of love, baby who can say
Don’t look at me like I’m a stranger now
Have I changed that much, baby tell me how
How two people can bow and scrape
For every shred of tenderness
Can love stand the test of time that surrounds us
Moments that astound us, joy and happiness
Can love stand the test
We said forever, for always, for good
But the years were not impressed
Can love stand the test of time that surrounds us
Moments that astound us
Can love stand the test of time that surrounds us
Moments that astound us, joy and happiness
Joy and happiness
A Month Of Sundays
by Don Henley
I used to work for Harvester. I used to use my hands.
I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested this great land.
Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn.
And I see the clouds cross the weathered faces and I watch the harvest burn.
I quit the plant back in fifty-seven. Had some time for farmin' then.
The banks back then was lendin' money. The banker was the farmer's friend.
I've seen dog days and dusty days, late spring snow and early fall sleet.
I've held the leather reigns in my hands; felt the soft ground under my feet.
Between the hot dry weather and the taxes and the cold war it's hard to make ends meet,
But I always put the clothes on their backs. I always put the shoes on their feet.
My grandson comes home from college and says, "We get the government we deserve."
My son-in-law just shakes his head and says, "That little punk; he never had to serve."
And I sit here in the shadow of suburbia and look out across these empty fields.
I sit here in earshot of the bypass and all night I listen to the rushin' of the wheels.
Music Interlude
The big boys they all got computers. Got incorporated, too.
Me I just know how to raise things - that was all I ever knew.
Now it all comes down to numbers. Now I'm glad that I have quit it.
Folks these days just don't do nothin' simply for the love of it.
I went into town on the fourth of July. Watched 'em parade past the Union Jack.
Watched them break out the brass and beat on the drum. One step forward and two steps back.
And I saw a sign on easy street. It said, "Be prepared to stop -
Pray for the independent middle man," But I don't see next year's crop.
And I sit here on the backporch in the twilight and I hear the crickets hum.
I sit and watch the lightning in the distance, but the showers never come.
I sit here and listen to the wind blow. I sit here and rub my hands.
I woke up this morning with an attitude
looked at the headline,
put me in a real bad mood
sitting here in limbo
trying to stay sane
between the end of the summer
and the coming of the blessed rains
and I feel dirty, all the way down
I feel dirty, baby, like this pretty town
I gave you everything on a silver tray
could have been a fool for ever,
but I'm not made that way
and after all these years,
I figure it's time to say goodbye
I'm doing you a favor,
I will not help you live a lie
and believe me
if you think I'm gonna catch you when you fall
you don't know me,
you don't know me at all
I closed up the curtains
learned to confess
baby, I knew better
but you were such a pretty mess
you took my breath away
and now I want it back
Ah, you should've killed me,
you always looked so good in black
And after all these twisted roads
that we've been down together
I think it's time to say goodbye
and believe me
if you think i'm gonna get down and
crawl
you don't know me,
you don' t know me at all
ohh, ohh
(really catchy guitar part!)
and after all these years,
I figure it's time to say goodbye
I'm doing us a favor baby
you know i cannot live a lie
and when you need me
and you think I'm gonna
be there when you call
you don't know me
you don't know me at all
you don't know me at all
Not at all
You don't know me at all
You know there ain't no end to man's desire
To steal your water, steal your fire
Snakes in the garden, apples on the tree
All of this looks easy, none of this is free
You might get lucky, got the world to win
Need a little failure to thicken your skin
Everybody's talkin', they promise you the moon
It's made of paper and you find out pretty soon
Who owns this place?
Who owns this place?
I'm talkin' to you, now look in my face
And tell me who owns this place?
But time pa*ses, things change
You might get restless, I might get strange
But everything you do says always
Who owns this place?
Monkey see, monkey do
You're watchin' him and he's watchin' you
You think he's funny, he think you're funny too
You'd get in there with him if you only knew
Who owns this place?
Who owns this place?
What makes you think that you're a special case?
Who owns this place?
Time pa*ses, things change
Shut down the city, fence off the range
Make everything into a fancy place
Who owns this place?
Push, pull, push, pull, push, pull
Push, pull, push, pull, push, pull
You always take, you never give
So busy runnin' you've forgotten where you live
A million miles, a million malls
Pretty soon you'll be bouncin' off the walls
Screamin', "Who owns this place?
Who owns this place?"
Too much ambition, too little grace
Put on my blue suede shoes and I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W. C. Handy won't you look down over me
Yeah, I got a first class ticket
But I’m as blue as a boy can be
Then I’m walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis, but do I really feel the way I feel
Saw the ghost of Elvis on Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered round his tomb
But there's a pretty little thing waiting for the King
Down in the jungle room
When I was walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis, but do I really feel the way I feel
They’ve got catfish on the table
They’ve got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven't got a prayer
Boy you've got a prayer in Memphis
Now Muriel plays piano every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would do a little number
And I sang with all my might, she said
Tell me are you a Christian child
And I said Ma’am I am tonight
Walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis, but do I really feel the way I feel
Walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis, but do I really feel the way I feel
Put on my blue suede shoes and I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
(Don Henley/Stan Lynch)
From the Arizona desert
To the Salisbury Plain
Lights on the horizon
Patterns on the grain
Anxious eyes turned upward
Clutching souvenirs
Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears
They swear there was an accident back in '47
Little man with a great big head
Splattered down from heaven
Government conspiracy; cover-ups and lies
Hidden in the desert under endless skies
Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No time for heroes, no place for good guys
No room for Rocky The Flying Squirrel
They're not here, they're not coming
Not in a million years
Turn your weary eyes back homeward
Stop your trembling, dry your tears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my brother
They're not here, they're not coming
Would they pile into the saucer
Find Orlando's rat and hug it?
Go screaming through the universe
Just to get McNuggets?
Well, I don't think so, I don't think so
It's much too dangerous, it's much too strange
Here in a world that won't give Oprah no home on the range
Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No authenticity, no sign of soul
The radio won't play George and Merle
They're not here, they're not coming
Not in a million years
'Til we put away our hatred
'Til we lay aside our fears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my sister
They're not here, they're not coming
To this garden we were given
And always took for granted
It's like my daddy told me, “You just bloom where you're planted.”
Now you long to be delivered
From this world of pain and strife
That's a sorry substitution for a spiritual life
(Solo)
Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No place for sentiment, no room for romance
Bring back the Duke of Earl
They're not here, they're not coming
Not in a million years
Turn your hopes back homeward
Hold your children, dry their tears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my brother
They're not here, they're not coming
They're not here, they're not coming
Not in a million years
'Til we put away our hatred
And lay aside our fears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my brother
I know you broke up with him
And your heart's still on the shelf
It's been over two years for me
And I'm still not quite myself
You can't be with someone new
And you can't go back to him
You're beginning to realize
That it's sink or swim
I see you around sometimes
And my heart just melts
You're lookin' like if you had your wish
You'd be somewhere else
And it just breaks my heart
To see you here this way
Someday I'll get the nerve
To walk up to you and say
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
Just gimme a chance
To show you how to love again
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
'Cause I'll be there
When your broken heart is on the mend
Every night it's the same old crowd
in smoky rooms
You catch a faint glimpse of love sometimes
But it never blooms
I've been around this block a time or two
And I've made some big mistakes
But girl I promise you, I promise you
That this is the worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
Just gimme a chance
To show you how to love again
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
'Cause it won't be long
'Till your little heart is on the mend
People inside their houses
with the shades pulled down
God knows, we could use some romance
In this sleepy bedroom town
I know you're still afraid to rush into anything
But there're just so many summers
And just so many springs
And this is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
Just gimme a chance to show you how
to love again
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend, baby
'Cause I'll be there when your broken heart
is on the mend
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
Just gimme a chance, gimme a chance
To show you how to love again
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend 'cause it won't be long
I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old, true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone
She said you found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
and the struggles we went through
And how I lost me and you lost you
What are those voices outside love's open door
Make us throw off our contentment
and beg for something more?
I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again
I've been tryin' to get down
to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
These times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
...people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age?
The trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They're the very things we kill, I guess
Pride and competition
cannot fill these empty arms
And the work I put between us
doesn't keep me warm
I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I'd figured out
I have to learn again
I've been trying to get down
to the heart of the matter
But everything changes
and my friends seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
There are people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down and hurt your pride
Better put it all behind you; life goes on
You keep carryin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside
I've been trying to get down
to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me
I've been tryin' to get down
to the heart of the matter
Because the flesh will get weak
and the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me
Written by Mike Campbell, Don Henley and J. D. Souther
*Produced by Mike Campbell, Don Henley and Danny Kortchmar
Mike Campbell--guitars and keyboards
Larry Klein--bass
Stan Lynch--drums and percussion
Julia Waters, Maxine Waters, Carmen Twillie--background
harmony vocals
(c) 1989 Cass County Music/Wild Gator Music ASCAP
It was pretty big year for fashion
a lousy year for rock and roll
The people gave their blessing to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark night of the collective soul
and I was somewhere out on Riverside by the El Royale Hotel
When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I knew him all too well
He said now that I have your attention
I got something I wanna say
You may not wanna hear it, I'm gonna tell it to you anyway
You know I've always like you boy
Cause you were not afraid of me
Things are gonna get mighty rough here in Gomorrah-by-the-Sea
Ya said it's just like home
It's so damn hot I can't stand it
My fine seersucker suit is all soaking wet
And the hills are burning
and the wind is raging
and the clock strikes midnight in the Garden of Allah
In the Garden of Allah
Nice car
Ah, I love those Bavarians
so meticulous
Y'know I remember when things were a lot more fun around here
When good was good and evil was evil
Before things got so fuzzy
I was once a golden boy like you
And I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly courts
And I dined with the deities who looked upon me with favor,
for my talents, my creativity
and we sat beneath the palms
in the warm afternoons and drank the wine
With Fitzgerald and Huxley
and they pawned the biting phrase from the tongues hot with blood
and drained their pins of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of empty Edens
Branded especially for the ones who had come with great expectations
to the perfumed halls of Allah, for their time in the sun
And we were stokin' the fires and oilin' up the machinery
Until the Gods found out we had ideas of our own
And war was coming and the Earth was shaking
and there was no more ruin in the Garden of Allah
Today I made an appearance downtown
I am an expert witness because I say I am
And I said gentlemen, and I use that world loosely
I will testify for you, I'm a gun for hire,I'm a saint, I'm a liar
Because there are no facts, there is no truth
Just data to be manipulated
I can get you any result you like
What's it worth to you?
Because there is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep very well at night
No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution
Just people selling t-shirts
Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little circus
and winning, winning, winning
It was pretty big year for predators
The marketplace was on a roll
and the land of opportunity
spawned a whole new breed of men without souls
This year notoriety got all confused with fame
and the devil is downhearted babe, cause
there's nothing left for him to claim
He said it's just like home
It's so low-down I can't stand it
I guess my work around here has all been done
And the fruit is rotten, the serpent's eyes shine
as he wraps around the vine,
in the Garden of Allah
in the Garden of Allah
Remember when the days were long
And rolled beneath a deep blue sky
Didn't have a care in the world
With mommy and daddy standing by
When "happily ever after" fails
And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers dwell on small details
Since daddy had to fly
But I know a place where we can go
That's still untouched by man
We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by
And the tall grass wave in the wind
You can lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence
O' beautiful, for spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
They're beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected king
Armchair warriors often fail
And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers clean up all details
Since daddy had to lie
But I know a place where we can go
And wash away this sin
We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by
And the tall grass wave in the wind
Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair spill all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence
Who knows how long this will last
Now we've come so far, so fast
But, somewhere back there in the dust
That same small town in each of us
I need to remember this
So baby give me just one kiss
And let me take a long last look
Before we say good bye
Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
When the hot September sun down in Texas
I sucked the streams bone dry and turned to roads to dust
In the sleepy little towns down in Texas
The shades are all pulled down, streets are all rolled up
And the only thing that breaks the silence
Are the trucks a-passin' by
Late at night on the front porch swing
You can hear their mournful sigh
And the lonesome whippoorwill
Cries to the stars above
He was calling out for his lady love
She's been gone so long
I was just talking to the moon
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you, too hard to hold
And the wind across the plains
Is all that now remains
You know the night shakes loose the names
But they never quite go back the way they came
So, goodbye rodeo
It's a long, funny way for men to go
Never change
Never change at all
I was just talking to the moon
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you, too hard to hold on
I was just talking to the moon
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you
Let's go down to the Sunset Grill
We can watch the working girls go by
Watch the "basket people" walk around and
mumble
And stare out at the auburn sky
There's an old man there from the Old World
To him, it's all the same
Calls all his customers by name
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
You see a lot more meanness in the city
It's the kind that ears you up inside
Hard to come away with anything that feels
like dignity
Hard to get home with any pride
These days a man makes you somethin'
And you never see his face
But there is no hiding place
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Respectable little murders pay
They get more respectable every day
Don't worry girl, I'm gonna stick by you
And someday soon we're gonna get in that
car and get outta here
Let's go down to the Sunset Grill
Watch the working girls go by
Watch the "basket people" walk around and
mumble
And gaze out at the auburn sky
Maybe we'll leave come springtime
Meanwhile, have another beer
What would we do without these jerks
anyway?
Besides, all our friends are here
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Don Henley & Patty Smyth
Now I don’t wanna lose you but I don't wanna use you
Just to have somebody by my side
And I don't wanna hate you, I don't want to take you
But I don't want to be the one to cry
And that don't really matter to anyone any more
But like a fool I keep losing my place
And I keep seeing you walk through that door
But there's a danger in loving somebody too much
And it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are
Baby, sometimes love just ain’t enough
Now I could never change you, and I don't want to blame you
Baby, you don't have to take the fall
Yes, I may have hurt you but I did not desert you
Maybe I just wanna have it all
It makes a sound like thunder, it makes me feel like rain
And like a fool who will never see the truth
I keep thinking something's gonna change
But there's a danger in loving somebody too much
And it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are
Baby, sometimes love just ain’t enough
And there's no way home when it's late at night and you're all alone
Are there things that you wanted to say
And do you feel me beside you in your bed
There beside you, where I used to lay
And there's a danger in loving somebody too much
And it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't touch
There's a reason why people don't stay who they are
Baby, sometimes love just ain't enough
Baby, sometimes love, it just ain't enough
Sometimes I wonder where it is love goes
I don't know if even Heaven knows
But I know you had some dreams that didn't
quite come true
And now I'm not the one, little girl, who's
keeping you
I was either standing in your shadow or
blocking your light
Though I kept on trying I could not make
it right
For you girl-
There's just not enough love in the world
I know people hurt you so bad
They don't know the damage they can do,
and it makes me so sad-
How we knock each other down just like
children on a playground
Even after that ol' sun went down-
I was either standing in your shadow or
or blocking your light
Though I kept on trying I could not
make it right
For you girl-
There's just not enough love in the world
Oh darlin', this is still a shady little town
And sometimes it's so hard to smile-
For the world, for the camera-
And still have something left
You don't have to prove nothin' to nobody
Just take good care of yourself
I'm not easy to live with-
I know that it's true
You're no picnic either, babe
And that's one of the things I loved about you
But a time will come around when we need to settle down
Got to get of this merry-go-round
I was either standing in your shadow or
blocking you're light
Though I kept on trying I could not make
it right
For you girl-
I went out in the darkness
Just searching for someplace to be
Wasn't looking for trouble
I guess it was looking for me
And I knew I was wasting my time
But it was nobody's business
Nobody's business but mine
I was taking some comfort
I needed a break from the rain
I guess I was mistaken
And someone remembered my name
But I knew I was doin' just fine
And it was nobody's business
Nobody's business but mine
Well I guess for some
Revenge is sweet
Though it be once removed
I hope you feel better
I don't know what you proved
Well, yonder comes the Emperor, boys
He sure looks fine in blue
I hope you feel better, babe
I know you're scared too
Well it sure makes you wonder
The things that some people will say
They can see black and white but they
don't seem to notice the gray
What a price for a victimless crime
When it was nobody's business
Nobody's business but mine
Yeah, it was nobody's business
(Don Henley/Stan Lynch/Jai Winding)
A lot of things have happened
Since the last time we spoke
Some of them are funny
Some of 'em ain't no joke
And I trust you will forgive me
If I lay it on the line
I always thought you were a friend of mine
Sometimes I think about you
I wonder how you're doing now
And what you're going through
The last time I saw you
We were playing with fire
We were loaded with passion
And a burning desire
For every breath, for every day of living
And this is my Thanksgiving
Now the trouble with you and me, my friend
Is the trouble with this nation
Too many blessings, too little appreciation
And I know that kind of notion—well, it just ain't cool
So send me back to Sunday school
Because I'm tired of waiting for reason to arrive
It's too long we've been living
These unexamined lives
I've got great expectations
I've got family and friends
I've got satisfying work
I've got a back that bends
For every breath, for every day of living
This is my Thanksgiving
Have you noticed that an angry man
Can only get so far
Until he reconciles the way he thinks things ought to be
With the way things are
Here in this fragmented world, I still believe
In learning how to give love, and how to receive it
And I would not be among those who abuse this privilege
Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge
And I don't mind saying that I still love it all
I wallowed in the springtime
Now I'm welcoming the fall
For every moment of joy
Every hour of fear
For every winding road that brought me here
For every breath, for every day of living
This is my Thanksgiving
For everyone who helped me start
And for everything that broke my heart
For every breath, for every day of living
Football, baseball, basketball games
Drinkin? bear, kickin? ass and takin? down names
With the top down, get-a-round, shootin? the line
Summer is here and Johnny?s feelin? fine
But Johnny can?t read
Summer is over and he?s gone to seed
Johnny can?t read
He never learned nothin? that he?ll ever need
Well, Johnny can dance and Johnny can love
Johnny can push and Johnny can shove
Johnny can hang out, Johnny can talk tough
Johnny can get down and Johnny can throw up
But Johnny can?t read
Summer is over and he?s gone to seed
You know that Johnny can?t read
He never learned nothin? that he?ll ever need
Well, is it teacher?s fault? Oh, no
Is it mommy?s fault? Oh, no
Is it society?s fault? Oh, no
Well is it Johnny?s fault? Oh, no
Couple years later, Johnny?s on the run
Johnny got confused and he bought himself a gun
Well, he went and did something that he shouldn?t oughta done
FBI on his tail, use a gun, go to jail
But Johnny can?t read
Summer is over and he?s gone to seed
You know that Johnny can?t read
He never learned nothin? that he?ll ever need
Well is it teacher?s fault? Oh, no
Is it mommy's?s fault? Oh, no
Is it the president?s fault? Oh, no
Well is it Johnny?s fault? Oh, no
Johnny can dance and Johnny can love
Johnny can push and Johnny can shove
Johnny can pinball, Johnny can talk tough
Johnny can get down and Johnny can throw up
Johnny can?t read
Johnny can?t read
Well, recess is over
Recess is over
Sitcoms, T&A;
Johnny?s mind is blown away
Cop shows, horror flicks
Johnny?s brain is full of bricks
Rock show, video
Boob tube, Rubik?s cube
Game fools, Sunday school
Gain fans, gobble gangs
Wonka, wonka, wonka
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
Woke up with a heavy head
And I thought about leavin' town
I could have died if I wanted to-
Slipped over the edge and drowned
But, oh no baby, I won't give up so easy
Too many tire tracks in the sands of time
Too many love affairs that stop on a dime
I think it's time to make some changes 'round here
Yeah, I'm gonna tear it up
gonna trash it up
I'm gonna round it up
gonna shake it up
Oh, no, baby, I will not lie down
I'm brave enough to be crazy
I'm strong enough to be weak
I see all these heroes with feet of clay
Whose mighty ships have sprung a leak
And I want you to tell me darlin'
Just what do you believe in now?
Well, c'mon over here baby
You 'bout to gimme a heart attack
I wanna wrap my lovin' arms
Around the small of your back
Yeah, and I'm gonna pull you, pull you, pull you
Pull you right up close to me
Yeah we're gonna tear it up
we gonna trash it up
gonna round it up
gonna shake it up
Oh, no no no, I will not lie down
Turn this thing around
I will not go quietly
I will not lie down
I will not go quietly
I will not lie down
I will not go quietly
I will not lie down
I will not lie down
Well, don't you ever get lonely?
Don't you ever get down?
Don't you ever get tired
Of all the wicked tongues in this town?
Of, baby, I just wanna take you away from here
I ain't no tiger
I ain't no little lamb
Suppose you tell me mama
Who do you think I think I am?
And ooh baby, don't you give a damn?
Yeah, I'm gonna tear it up
gonna trash it up
gonna round it up
gonna rip it up
I will not lie down
Yeah I'm gonna tear it up
gonna trash it up
gonna round it up
gonna shake it up
Oh baby I will not lie down
Turn this thing around
I will not go quietly
I will not lie down
I will no go quietly
I will not lie down
Baby picks off your plate-yours looks better
And she throws hers on the floor
Here, in the home of the brave
And the land of the free
The first word that baby learns is "more"
So you're out there floating like a big, puffy cloud
With the pool and the charcoal
and the kids and the wife
'Til the reruns of your dreams are interrupted
And you step out into life
And it's still gimme, gimme what you got
Gimme, gimme what you got
(I want it, I want it)
Gimme, gimme what you got
I said gimme, gimme what you got
(I want it, I want it)
Gimme, gimme what you got
Now it's take and take and takeover, takeover
It's all take and never give
All these trumped up towers
They're just golden showers
Where are people supposed to live?
You can arm yourself, alarm yourself
But there's nowhere you can run
'Cause a man with a briefcase
can steal more money
Than any man with a gun
I said gimme, gimme what you got
Said gimme, gimme what you got
Gimme, gimme what you got
Gimme, gimme what you got
You got the price of admission-
You don't have to ask permission
To take somethin' from another man
You cross a lawyer with the godfather, baby
Make you an offer that you can't understand
From Main Street to Wall Street to Washington
From men to women to men
It's a nation of noses pressed up against the glass
They've seen it on the TV
And they want it pretty fast
You spend your whole life
Just pilin' it up there
You got stack and stacks and stacks
Then, Gabriel comes and taps you on the shoulder
But you don't see no hearses with luggage racks
Gimme, gimme what you got
I said gimme, gimme what you got
I said gimme, gimme what you got
(I want it, I want it)
(Don Henley/Scott F. Crago/Timothy Drury)
I hate to tell you this, but I'm very, very happy
And I know that's not what you'd expect from me at all
I'm not the kind to smile and bow out gracefully
I always wanted to take it to the wall
But I found somebody with a heart as big as Texas
I found an angel with the golden wings
She saw me down here in the dark somehow
And everything is different now
Yeah, I miss the old crowd sometimes
And the wild, wild nights of running
You know, a starving soul can't live like that for long
You go around in circles that just keep getting smaller
You wake up one morning and half your life is gone
I got so tired of that; I got so lonely
I dropped down and I called out to heaven
“Send me someone to love.”
And heaven shot back, “You get the love that you allow.”
And everything is different now
Oh, and it's sweet to know
The wisdom that living brings
Since I got a telegram from the god of simple things
She said, “I don't care what you do for a living.”
She said, “I don't care what kind of car you drive.”
“All I want to know right now is what do you believe in
And what it means to you to be alive
Will you stand here in this fire with me?
Are you ready for another life?”
So I bit that bullet and I took that vow
And everything is different now
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
everybody knows the war is over
and everybody knows the good guys lost
everybody knows the fight was fixed
the poor stay poor and the rich get rich
that's how it goes
and everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
everybody knows the captain lied
everybody got this broken feeling
that their father or their dog just died
everybody talkin' to their pockets
everybody wants a box of chocolates
and a long stem rose
and everybody knows
( chorus )
Everybody knows, everybody knows
that's how it goes, and everybody
Everybody knows that you love me baby
everybody knows that you really do
everybody knows that you've been faithful
give or take a night or two
everbody knows that you've been discret
there were so many people you just had to meet
without your clothes
and everybody knows
Everybody knows that it's now or never
everybody knows that it's me or you
everybody knows that you live forever
when you've done a line or two
and everybody knows that the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
for your ribbons and bows
and everybody knows
( chorus x2 )
Everbody knows that the plaque is comin'
everybody knows that it's movin' fast
everybody knows that the naked man and woman
are just a shining artifact of the past
everybody knows that the scene is dead,
but there's gonna be a meter on your bed
that will disclose,
what everybody knows
Everybody knows that you're in trouble
everybody knows what you've been through
from the bloody cross on top of Calvary
to the beach at Malibu
and everybody knows it's coming apart
take one last look at this sacred heart
before it blows,
and everybody knows
Remember when the days were long
And rolled beneath a deep blue sky
We didn't have a care in the world
With Mommy and Daddy standing by
But happily ever after fails
And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers dwell on small details
Since Daddy had to fly
But I know a place where we can go
That's still untouched by men
We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by
And tall grass wave in the wind
You can lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defence
But this is the end, this is the end of the innocence
Oh beautiful, far spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
They're beating ploughshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected king
Armchair warriors often fail
And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers clean up all details
Since Daddy had to lie
But I know a place where we can go
And wash away this sin
We'll sit and watch the clouds toll by
And the tall grass wave in the wind
Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair spill all around me
Offer up your best defence
But this is the end, this is the end of the innocence
Who knows how long this will last
Now we've come so far, so fast
But somewhere back there in the dust
That same small town in each of us
I need to remember this
So baby give me just one kiss
And let me take a long last look
Before we say goodbye
Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defence
"I make my living off the Evening News
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam
in her eye
It's interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a
running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry
You don't really need to find out what's going on
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're stiff
Kick 'em all around
Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do "The Innuendo"
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done we haven't told you a thing
We all know that Crap is King
The power of reason, the top of the heap
We're the ones who can kill, kill baby
The things we don't eat
Sharper than a serpent's tongue
Tighter than a bongo drum
Quicker than a one-night stand
Slicker than a mambo band
And now the day is come
Soon he will be released
Glory hallelujah
We're building' the perfect beast
(Building, building)
(Building, building)
(Building, building)
(Building, building)
It's Olympus this time babe, Olympus or bust
We have met the enemy, and he is us
And now the day is come
Soon he will be released
Glory hallelujah
We're building the perfect beast
(Building, building)
(Building, building)
(Building, building)
(Building, building)
Ever since we crawled out of the ocean
And stood upright on the land
I know there are some things that we just don't understand
Relieve all pain and suffering
And lift us out of the dark
Turn us all into Methuselah
But where are we gonna park?
(Building, building)
(Building, building)
(Building, building)
(Building, building)
The secrets of eternity
We've found the lock and turned the key
We're shakin' up those building blocks
Goin' deeper into that box
Wouldn't like it
And now the day is come
Soon he will be released
Glory hallelujah
We're building' the perfect beast
(Building, building)
(Building, building)
(Building, building)
(Building, building)
All the way to Malibu from the land of the talking drum
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