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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
She walked into town in a long white gown And the band played on with no one around And the rice was gone hours ago And the white wheeled limousine's standing alone Well, they met at the club where the brasses blow Where the wine did flow, oh, he moved so slow But finally one night as the wind stood still Het got up the nerve and she said "I will" The day did come and the groomsmen arrived Came a little early to go over their lines As they walked to the church on the cobblestones Was heard in the bushes a moan and a groan Well, she walked into town in a long white gown And the band played on with no one around And the rice was gone hours ago And the white wheeled limousine's standing alone She didn't want to think that she lived a lie There was always talk of a wandering eye He'd come to the club abd he'd look all around It took a fair-minded man not to wonder aloud Well, she walked into town in a long white gown And the band played on with no one around And the rice was gone, oh hours ago And the white wheeled limousine's standing alone And the father of the bride is drinking so slow |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Halcyon Days (Value Added for Tower) (2004)
What The Hell Happened
Look at my mama Look at my pop Look at my brother Making them little girls' jaws drop Look at my sister So beautiful to see What the hell happened to me? Got a big-ass nose Fat gaps in my teeth Hair coming out of my ears And big old stinky feet I swear the girl at the gate just gagged when I gave her my I.D. What the hell happened to me? What the hell happened I wish I knew What the hell happened Not so much I can do Got Gable and Lombard For a mom and a dad Got a brother braggin' 'Bout all the ass he's had Must've been stuck in the shallow end of the pool of genes What the hell happened to me? What the hell happened I wish I knew What the hell happened Not so much I can do |
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What The Hell Happened
Look at my mama Look at my pop Look at my brother Making them little girls' jaws drop Look at my sister So beautiful to see What the hell happened to me? Got a big-ass nose Fat gaps in my teeth Hair coming out of my ears And big old stinky feet I swear the girl at the gate just gagged when I gave her my I.D. What the hell happened to me? What the hell happened I wish I knew What the hell happened Not so much I can do Got Gable and Lombard For a mom and a dad Got a brother braggin' 'Bout all the ass he's had Must've been stuck in the shallow end of the pool of genes What the hell happened to me? What the hell happened I wish I knew What the hell happened Not so much I can do |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
It came on fast when I heard the blast And the main generator made a giant gasp It was round about midnight, about half past And the city went black as coal so fast Oh, what a time Everybody was fazing, hazing Oh, what a time It was a time to be amazing Time to lose all reason or rhyme What a time It was bad to worse, as the landlord cursed And the water tank in the backyard burst We were slipping and sliding and killing thirst And we couldn't see a soul doing it in the dirt Oh, what a time Everybody was praising, raising Oh, what a time It was a time to be amazing Time to lose all reason or rhyme What a time A thousand people singing in the dark Couldn't see a thing A thousand people singing in the dark Oh, what a time Everybody was razing, grazing Oh, what a time It was a time to be amazing Time to lose all reason or rhyme What a time |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
My name is Vernon James and I live to the south of town I work my window watching the women go round and round Some people come here for love Some people come for fantasy When two in the morning comes around My baby comes around for me Someone come, come my someone Take the clouds from my eyes, my one I know that, that sometime soon One day we'll walk in the sun I'm taking tickets and watching the men always looking down Sometimes I feel like an animal in the zoo staring out No one looks me in the eye They save it for the girls inside I don't much care what they see I know she saves it all for me Someone come, come my someone Take the clouds from my eyes, my one I know that, and sometime soon One day we'll walk in the sun Some people come here for love Some come for curiosity I know there will be a day I know we'll figure out a way Someone come, come my someone Take the clouds from my eyes, my one I know that sometime soon One day we'll walk in the sun Someone come, come my someone Take the clouds from my eyes, my one I know that sometime soon One day we'll walk in the sun One day we'll walk in the sun One day we'll walk in the sun One day we'll walk in the sun |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Greatest Radio Hits (2004)
Walk In The Sun
by Bruce Hornsby B. R. Hornsby My name is Vernon James and I live to the south of town I work my window watching the women go round and round Some people come here for love Some people come for fantasy When two in the morning comes round My baby comes around for me Someone come, come my someone Take the clouds from my eyes, my one I know that sometime soon One day we'll walk in the sun I'm taking tickets and watching the men always looking down Sometimes I feel like an animal in the zoo staring out No one looks me in the eye They save it for the girls inside I don't care much what they see I know she saves it all for me Someone come, come my someone Take the clouds from my eyes, my one I know that sometime soon One day we'll walk in the sun Some people come here for love Some come for curiosity I know there will be a day I know we'll figure out a way Someone come, come my someone Take the clouds from my eyes, my one I know that sometime soon One day we'll walk in the sun |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
Got to get something done today
Give accomplishment a shot Might not have a full palette to use But I'm gonna paint with the colors I've got There're your hopes and ideals you embrace Then there's what's staring you in the face Sorrowful times are here but they won't last 'Cause this too shall pass Feeling like a lazy tub o' lard Rajneesh Jr. gave me his business card Think I'll take the personality test To document my fine mess this far There're your hopes and dreams you embrace Then there's what's staring you in the face First place man will one day roll in last 'Cause this too shall pass Better get on out to the starting line They're coming soon They're gonna fix it in time I just want to get what's mine Not a fortune gonna just, gonna just, love life And this too shall pass Do what you got to do to find a cure For the things that make you feel so impure Just how I don't know for sure Sometimes misery has a strange allure There're your hopes and ideals you embrace Then there's what's staring you in the face Sorrowful times are here but they won't last 'Cause this too shall pass There are your hopes and dreams you embrace Then there's what's staring you in the face Sorrowful times are here but they won't last 'Cause this too shall pass |
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from Bonnie Raitt - Road Tested (1995)
Don't have to humble yourself to me
I ain't your judge or your king Baby, you know I ain't no Queen of Sheba We may not even have our dignity, This could be just a powerful thing Baby we can choose, you know we ain't no amoeba Are you ready for the thing called love? Don't come from me and you, it comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for the thing called love? I ain't some icon carved out of soap Sent here to clean up your reputation Baby, you know you ain't no Prince Charming We can live in fear or act out of hope Some kind of peaceful situation Baby, how come the cry of love is so alarming Are you ready for the thing called love? Don't come from me and you, it comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for the thing called love? Ugly ducklings don't turn into swans Glide off down the lake Whether your sunglasses are off or on You only see the world you make Are you ready for the thing called love? Don't come from me and you, it comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for it? Are you ready for the thing called love? Don't come from me and you, it comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for it Are you ready for love, baby Oooh, yeah babe Are you ready for love |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
Well I'm walking on the floor
Hanging right round the door Hoping you will come through Wanting you to, sweat on my brow I'm no saint Nothing left but a bad excuse The heat makes you do things You might just not do In your right mind But you'll do what you do You can be sure I'll be there It's gonna take these arms of mine All that they've got to hold onto you All that I know is these arms of mine Are willing to try to keep hold of you Gonna take a whole, whole, whole lot A whole, whole, whole lot Well I'm walking the line Between wrong and right I could go either way But now you don't want me to stay You're so tired of waiting Well I'm no saint Tried to have my cake and eat it too But nobody does what you do Now another wins and I lose I might deserve to Now you'll do what you do Might be too late but I'll tell you It's gonna take these arms of mine All that they've got to hold onto you All that I know is these arms of mine Are willing to try to keep hold of you Gonna hold, hold, hold on Hold, hold, hold on |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
Here I am
I'm in a gaseous haze Ten lanes and tall boys Going both ways El dorado riding on the fringe Aztec princes take revenge This ain't my style, this ain't my home I'm going where it's safe to roam CHORUS Take me all the way back To the wild frontier Well I'm counting the miles Seeing her smile in the wild frontier Electric sun Electric hair Leather skin Leather underwear She said hey I'm getting in the biz Come on over I'll show you where some action is This ain't my style, this ain't my home I'm going where it's safe to roam |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
Standing in line marking time
Waiting for the welfare dime Cause they can't buy a job The man in the silk suit hurries by As he catches the poor ladies' eyes Just for fun he says get a job That's just the way it is Some things will never change That's just the way it is Ha but don't you believe them They say he little boy you can't go Where the others go Cause you don't look like they do Said hey old man how can you stand To think that way Did you really think about it Before you made the rules He said Son That's just the way it is Some things will never change That's just the way it is Ha but don't you believe them Well they passed a law in '64 To give those who ain't got a little more But it only goes so far Because the law don't change another's mind When all it sees at the hiring time Is the line on the color bar That's just the way it is Some things will never change That's just the way it is That's just the way it is it is it is it is |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
Standing in line marking time
waiting for the welfare dime cause they can't buy a job the man in the silk suit hurries by as he catches the poor old ladies' eyes just for fun he says get a job That's just the way it is some things will never change that's just the way it is but don't you believe them They say hey little boy you can't go said hey old man how can you stand to think that way did you really think about it before you made the rules he said, son Well they passed a loa in '64 to give those who ain't got a little more but it only goes so far because the law don't change another's mind when all it sees at the hiring time is the line on the color bar |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Greatest Radio Hits (2004)
Standing in line marking time
waiting for the welfare dime cause they can't buy a job the man in the silk suit hurries by as he catches the poor old ladies' eyes just for fun he says get a job That's just the way it is some things will never change that's just the way it is but don't you believe them They say hey little boy you can't go said hey old man how can you stand to think that way did you really think about it before you made the rules he said, son Well they passed a loa in '64 to give those who ain't got a little more but it only goes so far because the law don't change another's mind when all it sees at the hiring time is the line on the color bar |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
The Valley Road
by Bruce Hornsby B. R. Hornsby/John Hornsby Sometimes I lead sometimes I follow This time I'll go where she wants me to go She said maybe today maybe tomorrow Go deep in the woods down the low valley road While no one was lookin on the old plantation He took her all the way down the long valley road They sent her away not too much later And left him walking down the old valley road Walk on, walk on alone Walk on, walk on, walk on alone Out in the hall they were talking in a whisper Everybody noticed she was gone awhile Somebody said she's gone to her sister's But everybody knew what they were talking about While no one was lookin on the old plantation He showed her what they do down the long valley road She came back around like nothing really happened And left him standing on the old valley road Walk on, walk on alone Walk on, walk on, walk on alone Standing like a stone on the old plantation The rich old man would have never let him in Good enough to hire not good enough to marry When it all happens nobody wins Walk on, walk on alone Walk on, walk on, walk on alone |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Greatest Radio Hits (2004)
The Valley Road
by Bruce Hornsby B. R. Hornsby/John Hornsby Sometimes I lead sometimes I follow This time I'll go where she wants me to go She said maybe today maybe tomorrow Go deep in the woods down the low valley road While no one was lookin on the old plantation He took her all the way down the long valley road They sent her away not too much later And left him walking down the old valley road Walk on, walk on alone Walk on, walk on, walk on alone Out in the hall they were talking in a whisper Everybody noticed she was gone awhile Somebody said she's gone to her sister's But everybody knew what they were talking about While no one was lookin on the old plantation He showed her what they do down the long valley road She came back around like nothing really happened And left him standing on the old valley road Walk on, walk on alone Walk on, walk on, walk on alone Standing like a stone on the old plantation The rich old man would have never let him in Good enough to hire not good enough to marry When it all happens nobody wins Walk on, walk on alone Walk on, walk on, walk on alone |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
Sometimes I get lucky Most times I come up short Got to pull up the lines Got to move around the bend They say it's a dying breed They say it's going to disappear Nothing I can do, oh, but pull up the load again The tide will rise And the tide will fall We'll be out on the water Before the break of dawn The tide will rise And the tide will fall Oh, we'll be working on the water When the long, long day is gone Full moon it was always best Keep a little and you sell the rest Living on hope that the seed is sown again Red sky in the evening Better times are coming they say Well, why do I feel it's all coming to an end The tide will rise And the tide will fall We'll be out on the water Before the break of dawn The tide will rise And the tide will fall Oh, we'll be working on the water When the long, long day is gone When the seed is broken Nothing left to grow on When you lose the seed It's hard to bring it on back Never bowed to no one Always went my own way Broke down, run aground, but I won't run away And the tide will rise The tide will rise And the tide will fall We'll be out on the water Before the break of dawn The tide will rise And the tide will fall Oh, we'll be working on the water When the long, long day is gone |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
Parking lot's full, the crowd's here All to see and hear the food and beverage seer Bumpin' time, everyone side to side Left allemand and do-pah-so time Here she comes, coming round the bend Been to the bathroom and she's going back again Fix the hair, baby powder the shine Just to give a good cold shoulder next time Been around town and we're going again Hallalujah when you get to the end Summer's come now don't you feel the sting All going down looking for the tango king Look at Pete, he's a lounge lizard All want to stand where eh stands Spin that girl neath the colored ball Fancy plaid man's the envy of all Been around town and we're going again Hallalujah when you get to the end Summer's come now don't you feel the sting All going down looking for the tango king All the sounds, and truth is found with a drink in hand Kings of lounge, and button-downs are coming back again Coming back again Been around town and we're going again Hallalujah when you get to the end Summer's come now don't you feel the sting All going down looking for the tango king |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
The rain held back again
Haven't felt a drop since you went away Outside of town, the hills are brown I guess way out there you'd call 'em golden Lines outside the welfare store The clock is stopped at the bank next door They yelled like hell when the boys left home Now just like you they're all gone CHORUS The river runs low tonight Eyes are closed on the waterline The river runs low tonight And you're always drifting through my mind The river runs low tonight And you're always drifting through my mind The river runs low tonight And nobody waits for the tide to rise But I'm gonna wait till you make The river run high The old man's gettin' on Keeps the morning paper in his overcoat It keeps him warm in the cold storm And he told me today I look a little lonely Up in the air they're heading south The sky is light to the west of town With a little cash I could get around You know I'd come out there and find you CHORUS Up in the air they're heading south The sky is light to the west of town With a little cash I could get around You know I'd come out there and find you CHORUS |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
Four walls I built one winter
She came to share my name For years we lived as lovers on the open plains Far off the heat wave shimmers Pipelines and the gasoline One day it all came running like a bad dream Fire, smoke-filled lungs I hope I'll be standing when the day is done We're CHORUS Staring out on the red plains And we're hiding out from the smoke and the rage A lifetime living on the red plains Watching out as it all goes up in flames Get up Sunday morning Repent for Friday night Don't let 'em tell you it's gonna be a fair fight I gave her clothes and a diamond She loved the things that shine But one day the gold and the silver get left behind Fire, smoke-filled rooms I hope I'll be standing when the day is through CHORUS |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
Four walls I built one winter
She came to share my name For years we lived as lovers on the open plains Far off the heat wave shimmers Pipelines and the gasoline One day it all came running like a bad dream Fire, smoke-filled lungs I hope I'll be standing when the day is done We're CHORUS Staring out on the red plains And we're hiding out from the smoke and the rage A lifetime living on the red plains Watching out as it all goes up in flames Get up Sunday morning Repent for Friday night Don't let 'em tell you it's gonna be a fair fight I gave her clothes and a diamond She loved the things that shine But one day the gold and the silver get left behind Fire, smoke-filled rooms I hope I'll be standing when the day is through CHORUS |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
Someone's dancing on the table Someone's got an old book in the back Some old jocks are sitting round their neighbors Exaggerating their stats Again There's Mr. D.E. in the corner Dancing with Miss Virginia former I didn't htink I'd really have a good time But I don't remember you looking so fine It's been a long dark night alright I've been running on a low love light Maybe the longest night Maybe it's over, over tonight Most everyone all around Most have an interesting story Even those who don't have much to say Even interest me when they're just boring To him And then there's Mr. B.M.O.C. Talking so loud to Mr. P.E. Someone said that his best days are past But I know this first chance won't be his last It's been a long dark night alright I've been running on a low love light Maybe the longest night Maybe it's over, over tonight Hey now Mr. D.J. Keep those good songs coming Cause I'm having such a good time tonight Moving making up for so much long lost time Not much going since the old days One long solo ride I came here just to live in the past But maybe I'm seeing the future at last It's been a long dark night alright I've been running on a low love light Maybe the longest night Maybe it's over, over tonight |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
It's a hazy winter's day
And I'm staring out on the southland In the twilight distance on the bay My mind sees you running through the marshland All these years I've been waiting for you Through high tides and low tides too But if I stop now how could I ever be with you? It's a long race If I try I will surely finish It's a long race If I try I will surely win it Some day some night with you There's a village on the lowTern Shore Where the watermen's boats are all anchored And they work so hard all day long Showing me what you want to go after All these years I've been pushing so hard Through high times and low times too But if I stop now How could I know what I could do? |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
I'm gonna buy a big red truck
Then a rabbit's foot for real good luck Gonna get me some plastic Gunga Dins Then I'll buy a big house to put 'em all in I'll buy a new suit when I'm feelin' down Picks me up and I'll show it around I'll wear it once or twice I'm sure Then I'll get another when I'm feelin' the urge I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky I'll buy the special meal with the prize And toys with the motorized blinkin' eyes And lunch and dinner there I'll be My favorite character eluding me There's a sale down at the Five And Dime And everything's going for dirt this time I don't need this but it's so cheap The visions of a bargain in my sleep I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky Living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite I'm living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky These wonderful items everywhere A house full of things but I don't care I wonder as I'm sitting there Maybe I'll feel better in a brand new chair I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high as a kite Living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite I'm living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high as a kite High in the sky |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Greatest Radio Hits (2004)
I'm gonna buy a big red truck
Then a rabbit's foot for real good luck Gonna get me some plastic Gunga Dins Then I'll buy a big house to put 'em all in I'll buy a new suit when I'm feelin' down Picks me up and I'll show it around I'll wear it once or twice I'm sure Then I'll get another when I'm feelin' the urge I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky I'll buy the special meal with the prize And toys with the motorized blinkin' eyes And lunch and dinner there I'll be My favorite character eluding me There's a sale down at the Five And Dime And everything's going for dirt this time I don't need this but it's so cheap The visions of a bargain in my sleep I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky Living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite I'm living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky These wonderful items everywhere A house full of things but I don't care I wonder as I'm sitting there Maybe I'll feel better in a brand new chair I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high as a kite Living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite I'm living the good life I buy and buy so high in the sky I'm living the good life I got my beautiful things so high as a kite Living the good life I buy and buy so high as a kite High in the sky |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
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 standin' by But "happily ever after" fails And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyer 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 could 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 dwell on small details Since daddy had to lie. But I know a place where we can go And was a 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 Come and 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 defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Greatest Radio Hits (2004)
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 standin' by But "happily ever after" fails And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyer 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 could 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 dwell on small details Since daddy had to lie. But I know a place where we can go And was a 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 Come and 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 defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I swear I see the shadows and movement I've seen the signs and heard the rumors Adrenaline is a-flowing Look at me with my eyes a-glowing I feel a man there with eyes a-blazing I say this and I know no one's a-listening Stand on the corner, sweat a-glistening See dim lights on some nights Imagination hold on tight Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Sure there's someone in there Saw those curtains moving air If you'll go then I will Closer still here comes the chill Here comes the chill Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Sure there's someone in there Saw those curtains moving air If you'll go then I will Closer still here comes the chill Never seen anyone come out Never seen anyone go in Movement at my back it's just the wind Just the wind or a finger on my skin No no more I've had my fill Been run through, run through the mill Try to smile but I feel it still Feeling I'm feeling, feeling the child Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Sure there's someone in there Saw those curtains moving air If you'll go then I will Closer still here comes the chill |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
The scene is set, everybody's in place Two chairs filled for every five gone to waste Pantsuit girl give me a nasty gaze She says play that on your own time Walk to the bandstand blow my horn Nobody knows what we're really here for Let's take it out hard till they show us the door It's us against them tonight Play the changes Make the changes hear the changes Take it out hard till they show us the door A girl with a nose ring said to me She said where's the joy in your delivery I said maybe there's not supposed to be Any real joy here at all She sat there with that plaster smile As we sit jiving but in a little while Holding her hair she joined the single file And walked on down the hall Play the changes Make the changes Hear the changes It's us against them, them tonight The owner says he thinks we need some work Got a place for you, got some roadwork Laying asphalt on the interstate Nobody cares and why should they A white girl in a dashiki says you're all the rage My friends and I think you're quite the sage Wear a kofu and a finger gauge To see which way the wind blows today Play the changes See the changes Hear the changes To see which way the wind blows today Old friend Dave with the silver spoon Says why don't you play those good old tunes Give it up now, you could fill the room I say there's nothing like a good Trane tune Changes These things called changes Where do we go from here |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
I've been riding around with the top down Like I always do My love at my side, but only this time My friends say something's changed you They said you're running with the wrong set The girl is someone you should never have met Let her go on her own, son Everyone else has just come undone The old town fathers are up in arms The city council is very alarmed Cousins and uncles are having fits Predictors of doom think this is it Everybody else is just hanging around And me and me baby we're the talk of the town The statue there in the town square Seems to stare at me Walking around with my head down They say can't we make you see Said, son, you know w're really color blind But everybody else seems to really mind Lose her now, I think you'll find Everything else will just fall in line The Chamber of Commerce is up in arms The city council is very alarmed Cousins and uncles are having fits Predictors of doom think this is it Everyone else is just thinking out loud And me and my baby are the talk of the town We're probably not the first Surely not the last Shouldn't throw stones out from your house of glass Round here lots of crackers and cheese Stay away from theose my daddy said to me You'll get in trouble if you mess with these The old town fathers are up in arms The city council is very alarmed Cousins and uncles are having fits Predictors of doom think this is it Everybody else is just hanging around And me and me baby we're the talk of the town |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
This is an epic story
Of low man's love and family pride But he's still awaiting A ride Looking for a wildest enemy Then only I know you can never care Man of the world and everywhere Get your hot pots in the pantry then I was called extraordinaire Waiting in a yellow crane Though you couldn't give a shit This order that is heaven sent Take, take, take, take out the trash Take out the nasty pile of mash Watch out the baby gonna give you a rash Oh Lord, take out the trash You're such a big shot wannabe Pleading around for all to see I know you're special and very clean But you got to take out the daily greens Joking at explosives Langerous and listless Compelling out of more pep Expensive and explosive Take, take, take, take out the trash Take out the nasty pile of mash Take out the fallen grey hash Hey, take out the trash Watch it better how you stash Here's the chance to make a splash Take out the trash I am called extraordinaire Witty and eloquent Observing and a motive Expensive and explosive Take, take, take, take out the thrash Take out the nasty pile of mash Take out the fallen grey hash Hey, take out the trash Watch it better how you stash In some pocket and some cash Take out the trash Take out the trash Take out the trash Watch it, watch it Watch it stinking finger Don't smell your finger Your stinking finger Wallowing the funk Wallowing in the stink Your friend with red ink He's wallowing in the stink Keep wallowing in the stink Don't smell your finger, finger |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
I heard you say that tonight's the night You say there's a party going on I'm in the door like an old 78 side And I hear 'em out hitting on a Coleman song My friend John with a mirror and a spoon Got a belt and mainline scene A couple getting off in the back room And someone's collecting money for the friend in need Sounds like a good time, a ball to me Sounds like a place I'd like to be There's a little crowd you're gonna want to meet They got a thing going on Swing Street Nice old man in the corner booth Making time with Jive-time Stu She makes her sting neath the table blue She says she's a actor but she's hooking as a sideline too Sounds like a good time, a ball to me Sounds like a place I'd like to be Everybody rolls when it's time to meet They got a thing going on Swing Street You say there's nothing but bums around here Listen to the sound of the cymbal so clear Cutting contest on the stand Somebody's trying to blow you away What makes him swing harder than you do Better hit the woodshed for ninety days Sounds like a good time, a ball to me Sounds like a place I'd like to be There's a little crowd you're gonna want to meet They got a thing going on Swing Street |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
This is no fond farewell
You can be sure I could wish It was no farewell at all It's been a good long run Oh, to be sure I don't regret much Not much at all I'm gonna love the night away Gonna do what I want to any old day And all at once I know the clouds Gonna clear for me And I will do all right Well in truth, I might I may be stumbling round on some cold night And I will miss the times when we were so right Although it seems so long ago, so long This is my swan song, I'm gone, gone This is no sorrowful day You can be sure I've got No axe to grind at all It's circumstance or burn out You can be sure I've been grinding Till I'm grinding to a halt Sometimes it's the right thing to cut the cord You've been holding on hard but your hands get sore Sometimes it's worth it, but sometimes you wonder what for And I will do all right Well in truth, I might I may be stumbling round in some dim light And I will miss the times when it was so right Although it seems so long ago, so long This is my swan song, I'm gone, gone And I will do all right Well in truth, I might I may be stumbling round on some cold night And I will do all right Well in truth, I might I may be stumbling round on some cold night And I will miss the times when we were so right Although it seems so long ago, so long This is my swan song, I'm gone, gone This is my swan song, I'm gone, gone I'm gone, yeah, I'm gone I'll be long, long gone, long gone |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
I would try most anything
While I stand here lingering Have a couple of songs to sing To take your mind away Promises of treats I bring I'd give you most everything Doesn't change anything You're just going away Going away going, going, gone away again Here today, gone tomorrow Little ones can't hide their sorrow Gong, going, gone away See you holding back a tear The moment when I disappear You look and look until it's clear He's gone for a long time You say don't make a special trip here Please don't because I fear Some of my new friends Might just spy a tear Going away going, going, gone away again Here today, gone tomorrow Little ones can't hide their sorrow Gong, going, gone away That's enough places, Dad Can't you see from our faces, Dad? Going away going, going, gone away again Here today, gone tomorrow Little ones can't hide their sorrow Gong, going, gone away If you see a sunlight moon Know that I can see it too Know that I am with you Promise I'll be home soon I'm kind of glad that you miss me Sort of hope you keep insisting |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
Well she was so fine
On the first impression I was taken, taken in by the view With eyes so soft And a face so smooth I found her selling in a fashion booth All that I said was "Do you sell suits?" She said you're a scream and your accent's so cute Her mother had to meet me, it all sounded funny But then my friends told me well the girls got money It's alright, It's okay Hey don't you worry about a thing You're the king today but there's a price you may pay If you take your seat in the royal suite You might get stranded on easy street Well she said she was A good time girl Laughing laughing a bit too loud Such a face The specialist creates She gets the benefit of the doubt I know that she wanted more than I could give But I just had to see how the other half lived She showed me her friends, she showed me her throne I didn't sell my soul I just took out a loan It's alright, It's okay Hey don't you worry about a thing You're the king today but there's a price you may pay If you take your seat in the royal suite You might get stranded on easy street She runs to her mother the social x-ray star She put me at the wheel of her father's new car She loved how her touch made me want to drive farther She loved how her money meant she'd tell me how far It's alright, It's okay Hey don't you worry about a thing You're the king today but there's a price you may pay If you take your seat in the royal suite You might get stranded on easy street |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
And he stands at the banquet room bar
Looking over the crowd The reunion band playing too loud And he sees his fellow old star Looks him up and down Sees a little of himself in his frown The stander on the mountain Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some About the old days King of the mountain Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs Let us sit and talk of old times That's what we're supposed to do And you don't look a day over thirty-two Yes we were so funny and wild There's an old friend of mine Says I'm looking back most all the time And the stander on the mountain Listens to the sound of the city streets, the lonely heat The town he once owned King of the mountain Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs King of the hill runs away Oh she's knocking on your door tonight Oh she wants to see if she remembers right Say won't you come outside tonight Alright They drive to the lookout on the hill And when it was over They sat there and looked back Tomorrow was way in the distance Tomorrow was a long time away Nobody thought much about it And there's nothing wrong if we live for today I recall when you filled it on up And you bowed to the crowd The girls in the short skirts screaming loud The stander on the mountain Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some About the old days Big man around town Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
And he stands at the banquet room bar
Looking over the crowd The reunion band playing too loud And he sees his fellow old star Looks him up and down Sees a little of himself in his frown The stander on the mountain Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some About the old days King of the mountain Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs Let us sit and talk of old times That's what we're supposed to do And you don't look a day over thirty-two Yes we were so funny and wild There's an old friend of mine Says I'm looking back most all the time And the stander on the mountain Listens to the sound of the city streets, the lonely heat The town he once owned King of the mountain Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs King of the hill runs away Oh she's knocking on your door tonight Oh she wants to see if she remembers right Say won't you come outside tonight Alright They drive to the lookout on the hill And when it was over They sat there and looked back Tomorrow was way in the distance Tomorrow was a long time away Nobody thought much about it And there's nothing wrong if we live for today I recall when you filled it on up And you bowed to the crowd The girls in the short skirts screaming loud The stander on the mountain Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some About the old days Big man around town Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days When he was the one And the stander on the mountain runs |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Hot House (1995)
So nice to be here With all you good people Is anybody listening To what we're doing tonight Could you give us a chance While you hit the sauce Might try a little flash up here Just to get ourselves across Hit It Let the spirit linger Get Up And do the spider fingers I could show you on a table I could show you on a chair It's best shown on the black and whites I know I could take you there It's just a little hand trick A little prestidigitation Better get out your Hanon Practice and repetition We better do something Before they tell us to get lost Sometimes you've just got to repeat yourself Just to get your point across Hit it And let the spirit linger Get up Do the spiderfingers A little spider tongue How long will we be here Well, babe, I just don't know Depends on the fate, the luck of the draw Or maybe a flashy little show Hit It Let the spirit linger Get up Do the spider fingers |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
Riding in the early evening I'd say
I know of a certain tree I always asked if you wanted to go You'd just sit there silently Now you say come on let's go You know where you want to be As I watch you tan in the waters so brown Desire gets the best of modesty Walk me down the side of the water Lay your weary head on me Lay your clothes up on the table Wrap your worries round the red cedar tree It's a special night Looks like a special night There'll be some changes made on the water tonight Go in a boy and come out a man Looking out at the water You say "What do you think?" Indecision in my face and arms You say you either swim or you sink Sliding off sliding on down Wetness in the evening mist No ride in the countryside Ever compared to this Walk me down the side of the water Lay your weary head on me Lay your clothes up on the table Wrap your worries round the red cedar tree It's a special night Looks like a special night There'll be some changes made on the water tonight Go in a boy and come out a man |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
This is so out but I like it
So outside but I'm in This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres Silver streamers streaking strangely Swirling savage savants grazing Smoking on a pink pacifier Genitalia in a hair dryer This is so out but I like it (maybe) So outside but I'm in (I think) This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres Flourescent flaccid floppy-haired gleamers Saccharine headed silver-foil dreamers Black light swinging five people singing Around and around and my ears are ringing This is so out but I like it (maybe) So outside but I'm in (I think) This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres Walls are spinning, caving in They say this is fun They say I'm in ecstasy I'm smiling as I run This is so out but I like it So outside but I'm in This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres This is so out but I like it (maybe) So outside but I'm in (I think) This is so out but it's alright Way out there in the spheres Way out there in the spheres Way out there in the spheres In the spheres In the spheres |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
Crawl up the back steps
Up to the back door Reach up in the dark Turn the handle a little more Open up real slow So the door won't creak Look ahead, look behind Don't shuffle your feet Hey - They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Sneaking around, feeling badly Sneaking up on Boo Radley Hear the caterpillar crawl Hear the bedbugs bite Hear the crickets scream All the sounds of the night Hear the sound of footprints On the ground I think I see Don't step on the lightning bugs Watch the crack in your knees They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Sneaking around, feeling badly Sneaking up on Boo Radley They say he's funny, got a loose screw Stay away, he's a threat to you Give him a break, what do we know Might turn out we would like him so We fear what we just don't know I heard he served a long time ago Saw some things we'll never know We laugh and sneak around in the night Fun and games but I know it's not right Both scared and fascinated Ignorant we castigate him Both scared and fascinated Ignorant we flagellate him They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Down the street, walking sadly My little sister, loves him madly I'm feeling like the Man From Gladly Sneaking up on Boo Radley Sneaking up on Boo Radley |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
Crawl up the back steps
Up to the back door Reach up in the dark Turn the handle a little more Open up real slow So the door won't creak Look ahead, look behind Don't shuffle your feet Hey - They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Sneaking around, feeling badly Sneaking up on Boo Radley Hear the caterpillar crawl Hear the bedbugs bite Hear the crickets scream All the sounds of the night Hear the sound of footprints On the ground I think I see Don't step on the lightning bugs Watch the crack in your knees They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Sneaking around, feeling badly Sneaking up on Boo Radley They say he's funny, got a loose screw Stay away, he's a threat to you Give him a break, what do we know Might turn out we would like him so We fear what we just don't know I heard he served a long time ago Saw some things we'll never know We laugh and sneak around in the night Fun and games but I know it's not right Both scared and fascinated Ignorant we castigate him Both scared and fascinated Ignorant we flagellate him They say he's crazy, they say he's gone We play our tricks, make up funny songs Down the street, walking sadly My little sister, loves him madly I'm feeling like the Man From Gladly Sneaking up on Boo Radley Sneaking up on Boo Radley |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
I'm shaking my shadow hand
Shaking my shadow hand In light of all I've learned so far I don't believe I'm so strange In spite of all this time I spend Calling the air by a name When the first light goes over the trees He will be singing with me And if I feel like singing alone He always leaves me be I'm shaking my shadow hand As the sun moves round the bend With an imaginary man And we'll make believe around and around again I'm shaking my shadow hand There's a man out walking around in the night A lantern in his hand Looking all around, searching in vain For an honest man In my little world of make-believe I talk to myself or my friend If some real life comes tempting me I'm going back in my room again I'm shaking my shadow hand As the sun moves round the bend With an imaginary man And we'll make believe around and around again I'm shaking my shadow hand So nice to pretend, think I'll do it again No cards to send, no torn heart to mend A little imagination and then A world of fantasy with my friend I'm shaking my shadow hand As the sun moves round the bend With an imaginary man And we'll make believe around and around again I'm shaking my shadow hand As the sun moves round the bend With an imaginary man And we'll make believe again It's my shadow hand |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Greatest Radio Hits (2004)
Sit there with a blank expression
Say you can't go on anymore It's not like me to come out and help you Mabye I've been down this road before Been living in the shadows Now you come out slow Now you're in the saddle Got to ride a long Now your dream was shattered These days are through Maybe something mattered It's not just for you Some are gonna go for broke Some will lay down I've been too long standing still All I know is whenever you need me You reach out and set me in motion Looking out on that long valley Telling me I've come so far You're the reason I finally got there You're the reason it's been so hard Been living in the shadows Now you hear the call Now you're in the saddle You got to ride or fall Now you push a little harder Like I showed you to There's a day you'll be calling And I'll look you to you Some are gonna go for broke Some will lay down I've been too long standing still All I know is whenever you need me You just reach out and set me in motion Some are gonna go for broke Some will lay down I've been too long standing still All I know is whenever you need me You just reach out and set me in motion Some are gonna go for broke Some will lay down I've been too long standing still I will pick you up Whenever you stumble You just reach out and set me in motion |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
There was a little girl picked up a doll
Oh, so white as snow Said this is me as I really am Same little girl picked up a doll Looked just like her And threw it away in the garbage, the garbage can One man in a courtroom with a grim-faced stare A sea of armchair experts judging what's said One man saw another man, oh, that could've been him One man and a woman saw nothing but red, red, red You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today, hey Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way One man saw a healer doing such good, good things One man saw a sinner by the Holy Sea Well Jesus and the Pharisees didn't see eye to eye But the man on the shore saw so clearly You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today, hey Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way I want to be at the meeting Well, I want to be in that number When we all see, see the same See the same way One man saw a million men Standing in peaceful grace One man saw nobody missing work Telling lots of bad jokes Might just make you feel good But you never know who you Who you hurt with your words You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today, hey Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way, hey now There was a man playing G.I. Joe Way back there in the woods In training for the coming of the promised war Seeing all conspiracy Needs somebody to blame If only he could open up Love a little more, hmm You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today, hey Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way, hey now I want to be at the meeting Well, I want to be in that number When we all see, see the same See the same way |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Greatest Radio Hits (2004)
There was a little girl picked up a doll
Oh, so white as snow Said this is me as I really am Same little girl picked up a doll Looked just like her And threw it away in the garbage, the garbage can One man in a courtroom with a grim-faced stare A sea of armchair experts judging what's said One man saw another man, oh, that could've been him One man and a woman saw nothing but red, red, red You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today, hey Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way One man saw a healer doing such good, good things One man saw a sinner by the Holy Sea Well Jesus and the Pharisees didn't see eye to eye But the man on the shore saw so clearly You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today, hey Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way I want to be at the meeting Well, I want to be in that number When we all see, see the same See the same way One man saw a million men Standing in peaceful grace One man saw nobody missing work Telling lots of bad jokes Might just make you feel good But you never know who you Who you hurt with your words You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today, hey Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way, hey now There was a man playing G.I. Joe Way back there in the woods In training for the coming of the promised war Seeing all conspiracy Needs somebody to blame If only he could open up Love a little more, hmm You're looking at a picture I'm looking at it too Do you see what I see today, hey Let's talk about the difference Find out what's in the way Open our eyes, see the same See the same way, hey now I want to be at the meeting Well, I want to be in that number When we all see, see the same See the same way |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
I think maybe I knew her in school
In my memory's faded view I remember years ago Her name I barely knew Years later I saw her in town Knocking on my window talking loud She said, "Baby do you need a date Or just a little foolin' around" Way down where the red light's low Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow Crawlin' where the sun don't show 'Neath the sad moon Walking the streets, all on display Standing there and laying in wait She looks at me and I look away 'Neath the sad moon I said, "Thanks, no I don't need that" But as she turned her naked back She turned to go, and I just had to stare at her walking away Looking out there it might be me But for the grace of God, oh, I can see A grain of sand, a strand of hair A chromosome of someone's dare Way down where the red light's low Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow Crawlin' where the sun don't show 'Neath the sad moon Walking the streets, all on display Standing there and laying in wait She looks at me and I look away 'Neath the sad moon Couldn't help but follow her Felt so bad but couldn't stop Curiosity's got me Worth a damn I know I'm not I put her down, but want her too Ashamed to say I want her a lot Guess I'll go and move along Let it go, let it drop Way down where the red light's low Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow Crawlin' where the sun don't show 'Neath the sad moon Walking the streets, all on display Standing there and laying in wait She looks at me and I look away 'Neath the sad moon |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
I'm on a long sojourn
I'm sitting here shedding my skin Don't know about inside, ugly on the outside They're all messing with me for the shape I'm in I'm looking for a clean slate Just need to find a new mind state Hey, let's go looking for squirrels Let's find something to do I think she's shooting it right at you Look down I said right at you And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safe And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place Hey, let's duck down this side street Maybe no, nobody else will see Everybody sees us as big fat bastards But I can just see you looking at me Ever feel like a side-show attraction Ever feel like a walking infraction Some people call me Tarzan in my big, big sweats Don't know just what they mean Maybe not good, real bad I bet And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place I'm looking for a clean slate Just need to find a new way, way to relate You ever feel like a street walker I get by being a funny talker All those funny jokes sting, so keep walkin' And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place |
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from Woodstock '99 (2000)
I'm on a long sojourn
I'm sitting here shedding my skin Don't know about inside, ugly on the outside They're all messing with me for the shape I'm in I'm looking for a clean slate Just need to find a new mind state Hey, let's go looking for squirrels Let's find something to do I think she's shooting it right at you Look down I said right at you And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safe And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place Hey, let's duck down this side street Maybe no, nobody else will see Everybody sees us as big fat bastards But I can just see you looking at me Ever feel like a side-show attraction Ever feel like a walking infraction Some people call me Tarzan in my big, big sweats Don't know just what they mean Maybe not good, real bad I bet And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place I'm looking for a clean slate Just need to find a new way, way to relate You ever feel like a street walker I get by being a funny talker All those funny jokes sting, so keep walkin' And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
Well he came to town with a strong pull
Would flash his moves for the worshipful Shoulder moves from side to side Go over your head and dot your eyes Every night about a quarter to ten From the middle of June to the summer's end People would gather from miles around To see the mighty Rainbow knock 'em down He'd pull up from around the back Folks say, "There's Rainbow's Cadillac" Fancy shirts and shorts of plaid Coat of more colors than Joseph had Every night about a quarter to ten From the middle of June to the summer's end People would gather from miles around To see the mighty Rainbow knock 'em down Take a quarter from the collection plate Every night he would dominate Jump to the top and pick off a dime Throw it down at the proper time Every night about a quarter to ten From the middle of June to the summer's end People would gather from miles around To see the mighty Rainbow knock 'em down |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Spirit Trail (1998)
Spent the night over at a friend's place
Sunday morning came he was in my face Said I want to take you to a place Put you in a state of grace Drove way out to a cinder block house I walked in like a Thomas in doubt Saw a man in a reptile suit With a rattling sound Whoa no, whoa no I can't get with this here I know Never seen nothin' like this before Hey-ey-hey-ey And Hallelujah and praise the man Upstairs with the long hand Wrap the snake and the angels sing Take your ride with the preacher in the ring There was bitin' and jumpin' And moans and wails Believers out shakin' on the spirit trail Then some came and threw The man in jail, the man in jail He lifted up the snake overhead so high Eyes closed tight but he praised the sky Was a wild-eyed scramble over tables And chairs to see the light Whoa whoa so long Copperheads and sacred songs The book of Mark[1] couldn't be wrong Hey-ey-hey-ey Hallelujah and praise the man Upstairs with the long hand Wrap the snake and watch 'em all sting As they go ten rounds with the preacher in the ring Say they're lockin' 'em up They've got 'em on the run Might as well sue all the doctors When they don't get it done Not everything everybody does Works all the time, son Whoa no, whoa no Say you got the answer Well how do you know? It works for me that's all I know Hey-ey-hey-ey Hallelujah and praise the man Upstairs with the long hand Wrap the snake and watch 'em all sting As they go ten rounds with the preacher in the ring |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
I've been bouncing around
Trying hot coals, jogging, shiatsu, cooking, golf great books Crochet, croquet, fitness clubs and the stylish looks Tried shiatsu, psychic hotline, Rollerblades, stamp collecting, comic books Never did jack for me In the swirling howling wind I've been stumbling around with a frown Like a bumbling clown Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone Oh, shot with a stun gun - try and try again I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday Oh, where I'm at Till I find my space Till I find my place under the sun Finding my place, my place, my place under the sun I've been pushing my fingers into gloves, Getting into doves With guidance from up above Don't tell anybody but I might just have a little bout with love Test driving a new accent, cars, Posing as a confident gent (confident gent) Tried indifference Never did a thing for me In the swirling howling wind I've been stumbling around with a frown Like a bumbling clown Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone Oh, shot with a stun gun - blowing 'round again I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday Oh, where I'm at Till I find my space Till I find my place under the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun. Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun Iambic pentameter (pentameter) Sonics. Nihilism, cynicism, catechism, jingoism, jism Hypnotism, mesmerism, poetic symbolism Efrem Zimbalism In the swirling howling wind I've been stumbling around with a frown Like a bumbling clown Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone Oh, shot with a stun gun - blowing 'round again I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday Oh, where I'm at Till I find my space Till I find my place Find my place under the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun In the swirling howling winds The swirling howling winds To find my place in the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin'.... |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
Hey now, where are you going Where are you going to my friend Said I'm going out to find The pastures of plenty I believe that they're out there somewhere Did you hear about the girl Alone in the world Thought she was losing her mind She found it in the discarded refuse pile Down near the railroad line A book of sonnets torn and tattered A few remained intact One held the key, she said to me To getting some feeling back Sometimes my head turns round and round Sometimes you talk, but I can't hear a sound Sometimes I look down, find my feet off the ground I feel that I'm somewhere else bound Hey now, where are you going Where are you going to my friend Said I'm going out to find The pastures of plenty I believe that they're out there somewhere She looked down the railroad track Lined with trees on each side She prayed for the strength to run to the boxcar To pull herself up for a ride You invite me to your house - you're so sincere We sit so close for a while You reach out for me in the low light so clear But you look like you're frowning when you smile Hanging around just to see what could happen Hanging on by oh, the thinnest thread Sometimes I feel the faintest glimpse Sometimes I feel I'd be better off in bed Hey now, where are you going Where are you going to my friend Said I'm going out to find The pastures of plenty I believe that they're out there somewhere |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - Harbor Lights (1993)
Train rolls by about 3 a.m. Wakes me up from a fitful sleep Got the urge to jump on board I believe I'm in a little too deep Walk the train station Walking through the park Looking out for something Still in the dark One day you'll see something Oh, with a familiar ring It'll be just me moving through On the way to something It's your life, it's your world It's your world, and I'm just passing through It's your life, it's your world Your life and I'm just passing through Tired and confused, yes I am Don't see much in the future for me I'm a vagabond and a drifter Not so hard to be Walking down the highway Walking through the park Looking out for something Still in the dark Don't know what to say when I see you smile So I guess I'll just turn my head and go On the way to another mile It's your life, it's your world It's your world, and I'm just passing through It's your life, it's your world Your life and I'm just passing through Walking down the highway Walking through the park Looking out for something Still in the dark Want faith in something So hard to believe Maybe on night soon Maybe you could make me see It's your life, it's your world It's your world, and I'm just passing through It's your life, it's your world Your life and I'm just passing through |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
About this time of evening, out by the bay
They turn the roadlights on the bridge A diesel rolls in silhouette, eastbound Lovers glad the sun has set I'm staring into the twilight Wishing I could find someone tonight CHORUS I know she's out there somewhere On the western skyline Lonely women say a prayer On the western skyline The rooftops sag on second street Bachelor's quarters, too much fun, not enought dough The kite's still hanging on the wire Waiting on the wind Too many dreams, not enough hope Voices on my radio Telling me where I should go CHORUS They'll set up on the bandstand When the sailors hear the whistle blow Underneath the streetlight Violence in the afterglow Give me a shiny Cadillac Close your eyes past that city limits sign He's got the admiral's daughter in the back Trying to cross her battle line As I'm staring into the twilight Wishing I could be with her tonight CHORUS |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002)
Up in the country...
Back in the sticks... Down in the woods...in the woods...in the woods... (Hey) That's what little country boys do... (Hey) Ain't got good sense His drawers is a mess (Cabbage greens) I don't want to act right Or God'll kill me Got keloid skin Makes us all feel him (Get some leg) Stylin', profilin' That's why we like to hang with him Poppy ain't got no home training ( ) Mama gives such a low rating ( ) Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( ) Making feet for socks (Cabbage greens) Got big hindparts He's drinking out the whole jug Or God me kill me Don't want to act right Acting all ign'ant (Till I get right) That's why, why we like to hang with him Poppy ain't got no home training ( ) Mama gives such a low rating ( ) Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( ) Poppy ain't got no home training ( ) Stays outside when it's raining ( ) Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( ) Hey-ey-ey! Poppy ain't got no home training Hey-ey-ey! Mama gives such a low rating Hey-ey-ey! Feels triflin' energy draining Hey-ey-ey! Poppy ain't got no home training I'm out in Carver Gardens in a trailer And I'm playing my Farfisa in a soul band Five brothers in a little room No bigger than a bathroom Sweat on the walls too People say I'm crazy 'cause I'm coming here to blow All I've got to say is I've got to bite off a little groove flow I'm flowing And this girl been pregnant She said she been pregnant about four months Her brother come here and said "Nah, she been pregnant about nine months" So I blowed that deal So I took her for a night on the town Jacked her up and laid her down And I thought I'd go ahead and make somethin' of myself So I hit the road. Poppy ain't got no home training ( ) Mama gives such a low rating ( ) Triflin' energy draining got no home training (Oh-oh-oh) Hey-ey-ey! Poppy ain't got no home training Hey-ey-ey! Been outside in the lightnin' and rainin' Hey-ey-ey! Feels triflin' energy draining Hey-ey-ey! Poppy ain't got no home training Whomp upside the head Whomp on upside the head...etc. I got... |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Halcyon Days (Value Added for Tower) (2004)
I'd like to try throwing the I-Ching
I'd like to try some analyzing my writing I'd like what's written on the crystal stones And see what happens if I put on my turban and start throwing bones, hey! Maybe I'll be a gofer, getting bagels for the UN Maybe I'll cruise bars in futile search of perfect tens And maybe I'll be the legendary scandal-ridden pol Keeping up my solid citizen front when I'm really just bought and sold Mirror, mirror on the wall Palm readings and crystal balls It's obvious for all to see How uncertain it will be And hand-writing and dice rolls I-Ching and crystal stones And tea leaves and astrology Get someone to interpret your dreams Still I don't know where we'll be Will you take this ride with me Maybe I'll be a doctor, ophthalmologist checking out eyes Maybe I'll get a job making little skinny curly fries I might feel important as a security guard And I'd love to lean on you when times get too hard, hey! Maybe I'll be the overweight ex-jock chasing skirts Tell 'em my old stories, you know the older you get the better you were You can be my right hand, tell me when I'm a joke And maybe they'll be some times when we feel like we're not just blowing smoke Mirror, mirror on the wall Palm readings and crystal balls It's obvious for all to see How uncertain it will be And hand-writing and dice rolls I-Ching and crystal stones And tea leaves and astrology Get someone to interpret your dreams Still I don't know where we'll be Will you take this ride with me? Maybe I'll invent the nuclear magnetic resonance stomp Or create a synthetic hue for you Or make chemical breakthroughs Take a map of the genome and get directions to a friend And develop a crumb, crisp coating for a new cake and ice cream blend, hey! Mirror, mirror on the wall Palm readings and crystal balls It's obvious for all to see How uncertain it will be Fortune tellers and mirrored walls Tarot cards and Ouija boards And tea leaves and astrology Why don't you come and play with me? Still I'll wonder where we'll be Will you take this ride... Will you take this ride with me? With me... |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Halcyon Days (Value Added for Tower) (2004)
I'd like to try throwing the I-Ching
I'd like to try some analyzing my writing I'd like what's written on the crystal stones And see what happens if I put on my turban and start throwing bones, hey! Maybe I'll be a gofer, getting bagels for the UN Maybe I'll cruise bars in futile search of perfect tens And maybe I'll be the legendary scandal-ridden pol Keeping up my solid citizen front when I'm really just bought and sold Mirror, mirror on the wall Palm readings and crystal balls It's obvious for all to see How uncertain it will be And hand-writing and dice rolls I-Ching and crystal stones And tea leaves and astrology Get someone to interpret your dreams Still I don't know where we'll be Will you take this ride with me Maybe I'll be a doctor, ophthalmologist checking out eyes Maybe I'll get a job making little skinny curly fries I might feel important as a security guard And I'd love to lean on you when times get too hard, hey! Maybe I'll be the overweight ex-jock chasing skirts Tell 'em my old stories, you know the older you get the better you were You can be my right hand, tell me when I'm a joke And maybe they'll be some times when we feel like we're not just blowing smoke Mirror, mirror on the wall Palm readings and crystal balls It's obvious for all to see How uncertain it will be And hand-writing and dice rolls I-Ching and crystal stones And tea leaves and astrology Get someone to interpret your dreams Still I don't know where we'll be Will you take this ride with me? Maybe I'll invent the nuclear magnetic resonance stomp Or create a synthetic hue for you Or make chemical breakthroughs Take a map of the genome and get directions to a friend And develop a crumb, crisp coating for a new cake and ice cream blend, hey! Mirror, mirror on the wall Palm readings and crystal balls It's obvious for all to see How uncertain it will be Fortune tellers and mirrored walls Tarot cards and Ouija boards And tea leaves and astrology Why don't you come and play with me? Still I'll wonder where we'll be Will you take this ride... Will you take this ride with me? With me... |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Here Come The Noise Makers (2000)
The song came and went
Like the times that we spent Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent I laughed and she'd smile It would last for a while You don't know what you got till you lose it all again Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break Every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go A cool evening dance Listening to the bluegrass band takes the chill From the air till they play the last song I'll do my time Keeping you off my mind But there's moments that I find I'm not feeling so strong Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break Every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Running down by the lakeshore She did love the sound of a summer storm It played on the lake like a mandolin Now it's washing her away once again The boat's steaming in I watch the sidewheel spin And I think about her when I hear that whistle blow I can't change my mind I knew all the time That she'd go But that's a choice I made long ago Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break Every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go ----- When the last rose of summer pricks my finger And the hot sun chills me to the bone When I can't hear the song for the singer And I can't tell my pillow from a stone I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain And the stars start to splatter in the sky When the moon hits the southwest horizon With the scream of an eagle on the fly I will walk alone by the black muddy river And listen to the ripples as they moan I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own Black muddy river, roll on forever I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll When it seems like the night will last forever And there's nothing left to do but count the years When the strings of my heart begin to sever And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears I will walk alone, by the black muddy river And dream me a dream of my own I will walk alone, by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - The Way It Is (1986)
The song came and went
Like the times that we spent Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent I laughed and she'd smile It would last for awhile You don't know what you got till you lose it all again Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go A cool evening dance Listening to the bluegrass band takes the chill )From the air till they play the last song I'll do my time Keeping you off my mind but there's moments That I find, I'm not feeling too strong Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Running down by the lakeshore She did love the sound of a summer storm It played on the lake like a mandolin Now it's washing her away again Listen to the mandolin rain The boat's steaming in I watch the sidewheel spin and I Think about her when I hear that whistle blow I can't change my mind I knew all the time that she'd go But that's a choice I made long ago Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Greatest Radio Hits (2004)
Mandolin Rain
by Bruce Hornsby B. R. Hornsby/John Hornsby The song came and went Like the times that we spent Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent I laughed and she'd smile It would last for awhile You don't know what you got till you lose it all again Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go A cool evening dance Listening to the bluegrass band takes the chill >From the air till they play the last song I'll do my time Keeping you off my mind but there's moments That I find, I'm not feeling too strong Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Running down by the lakeshore She did love the sound of a summer storm It played on the lake like a mandolin Now it's washing her away again Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go The boat's steaming in I watch the sidewheel spin and I Think about her when I hear that whistle blow I can't change my mind I knew all the time that she'd go But that's a choice I made long ago Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go |
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from Bruce Hornsby & The Range - A Night On The Town (1990)
There was a man of confused and sad nature
Thought no one loved him that was not true He said he was a lost soul didn't fit in anywhere Didn't know where to turn or who to turn to There's a lost soul coming down the road Somewhere between two worlds With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips We'll row the boat to the far shore Row the boat of the loved lost soul Ever since oh I can remember We all tried to ease the pain Took him in when he needed some shelter Tried to make him feel he was one of us again There was one day oh I can remember He sat alone with a pencil in his hand All day long he drew careful on the paper In the end just a picture of a man Of the lost soul coming down the road Somewhere between two worlds With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips We'll row the boat to the far shore Row the boat of love lost soul Oh dear Mary do you remember The day we went walking downtown As I recall it was in early December After school had just let out When I see you on the street in the twilight I may tip my hat and keep my head down You show me love but maybe I don't deserve it I've been called but not been found There's a lost soul coming down the road Somewhere between two worlds With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips We'll row the boat to the far shore Row the boat of the loved lost soul |
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from Bruce Hornsby - Greatest Radio Hits (2004)
There was a man of confused and sad nature Thought no one loved him that was not true He said he was a lost soul didn't fit in anywhere Didn't know where to turn or who to turn to There's a lost soul coming down the road Somewhere between two worlds With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips We'll row the boat to the far shore Row the boat of the loved lost soul Ever since oh I can remember We all tried to ease the pain Took him in when he needed some shelter Tried to make him feel he was one of us again There was one day oh I can remember He sat alone with a pencil in his hand All day long he drew careful on the paper In the end just a picture of a man Of the lost soul coming down the road Somewhere between two worlds With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips We'll row the boat to the far shore Row the boat of love lost soul Oh dear Mary do you remember The day we went walking downtown As I recall it was in early December After school had just let out When I see you on the street in the twilight I may tip my hat and keep my head down You show me love but maybe I don't deserve it I've been called but not been found There's a lost soul coming down the road Somewhere between two worlds With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips We'll row the boat to the far shore Row the boat of the loved lost soul |
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