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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
Look at this ocean with everyone drowning Idiots screaming and everyone sinking in slowly We're surrounded In the yellow lights of the city wasted as bodies In bed with somebody a touch away with nothing to do We're surrounded I'm really dying here I'm really dying here And I'm afraid, no I'm scared She started freezing, lungs all collapsing The momentum is passing, but the moment is eating us whole We're surrounded Put the guns in the water, they're turning to vodka Triggering nothing we're sinking the sea takes the ship And I'm really dying in here I'm really dying in here I'm afraid. I'm afraid. No, I'm scared. No I'm scared. I'm just scared. Just let me down. I'm getting really cold and I'm cold and I'm looking at you You're not moving I'm getting really cold and I'm cold and I'm looking at you You're not moving I'm getting really cold and I'm cold and I'm looking at you And you're not moving |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
So, I am in the twilight of my youth
Not that I'm going to remember Have you seen the moon tonight, is it full? Still burning it's embers The people dancing in the corner They seem happy, but I am sad I am still dancing in the coma of the drinks I just had Does anybody wanna take me home? Does anybody wanna take me home? Take me to your house and I'll leave you alone Of course I will, of course I won't It seems so tragic, but it disappears like magic Like magic Like magic Can you recommend an education or drugs Because I'm bored with you already I'm on Broadway and I think it's a parade I'm covered in pieces of confetti And I am in the twilight of my youth Not that I'm going to remember Dancing and slowly and finding the truth And it covered in coma All these people in my life, they seem so in love Well, I am not Memorizing my shoes in a cigarette shop Does anybody wanna take me home? Does anybody wanna take me home? I'm kinda lonely, will you take me home? Of course you will, of course you won't Of course I'm crass, it seems so tragic Of course you will, of course you won't But I'll disappear, I'll disappear Just like magic Just like magic Just like magic |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
I found your photograph in a cardboard box in a magazine
I can't remember you, remember us or anything I taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb They taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb She comes apart in the avalanche Fades out like a dance Crawls back into bed When it's over When it's over When it's over And it's over I watch the window and listen for the sound of cars I can't remember the last time that it was yours I taught you how to feel, why do you feel numb They taught us how to feel, but we just feel numb She falls apart in the avalanche Fades out like a dance Crawls back into bed When it's over When it's over When it's over When it's over She falls apart in the avalanche Fades out like a dance Crawls back into bed When it's over And it's over When it's over |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
Oh, the city rain
It floods the city streets And in my city bed Out of my fuckin' head Is it snowing in space? God I wish I could talk to you Is it snowing in space? And all the city snow Freezes the Chelsea in ?? It stones the Chelsea girls It stones the Chelsea boys Is it snowing in space? God I wish I could talk to you Is it snowing in space? How does your body feel today? I forgot to ask Genius in a hospital bed With briar-patch hair, just isn't fair Takin' bullets for the team of bad boys, how is it up there? Takin' bullets for the team, I really miss you I really miss you I really miss you I fucked you over a million times I fucked you over a million times I fucked you over a million times And you died, you died, you really died Died, died, you really died I am going to push them way Fall into the leaves of the winter trees Drowning, slowly, lonely, my city of rain |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
English girls are pretty when they play guitar
Crazy like a day just a-breaking I ain't sure what for Ain't got a mother or father or place to fall She got a brother in the blues, but he doesn't know the blues at all Said you didn't love me, it was right on time, I was just about to tell you but okay, alright Said you didn't love me, didn't want a thing, English girls can be so mean She's got eyes as pretty as a pair of jewels Falling down a canyon like a couple drunken criminals She had a messy bedroom on the edge of town I ain't ever been good enough to ever keep around Said you didn't love me, it was right on time, I was just about to tell you but okay, alright. Said you didn't love me, didn't mean a thing, English girls can be so mean But, ohh, look at you now Ohh, look at you now Mmmm, best I've ever seen Just a tall drink of water, just a-pourin' on down the sink Tall drink of water, she's a Norfolk waterfall Little daybreaker, she's a shootin' like a cannonball Crazy like a rocket when you're coming through my radio Kept me in your bed till the wintertime turned to fall Fall time coming, and I guess my little bird can sing Come on Elizabeth, a come on a Bethany Come on further, I'm tired and I want to sleep My little dove flew, and I guess she was done with me Said you didn't love me, it was right on time, I was just about to tell you but okay, alright Said you didn't love me, didn't want a thing, English girls can be so mean But ohh, look at you now Ohh, look at you now Mmmm, best I've ever seen Just a tall drink of water, just a-pourin' on down the sink Kiss me on the lips when my heart just laughed it off Words may move, but they're never moving fast enough Celebrate the differences, I celebrate the songs you sing Just three words, my love: you meant everything You meant everything You meant everything You meant everything |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
How long's it gonna be, babe
Before I get over you, doll You're tearin' the stuff right out of me kid What with you living right up the hall And I'm tired of living in this hotel TV and dirty magazines And I'm tired of livin' on 23rd Street Strung out like some Christmas lights Out there in the Chelsea night Maybe you just didn't read me right The lights went out and you just sitting on the stair I played your song but I couldn't get the melody right Why don't you just shoot up like a ball of rubber bands And I'm tired of living in this hotel Fire and ashes blowin' cross the sheets And I'm tired of livin' on 23rd Street Strung out like some Christmas lights Out there in the Chelsea night I fell like getting rid of all my things Maybe just disappear into the fall The traffic roars and my stomach screams Sittin' here watchin' roaches climb the wall And I'm tired of living here in this hotel Following a rainbow into town And I'm just trying to get a little sleep Strung out like some Christmas lights Out there in the Chelsea night |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
Baby, I know you cannot hear me now
'Cause you're fast asleep But I love you now Colors inside your head go spinning around Like a ferris wheel Exploding and falling to the ground Oh, people are screaming, people are screaming My baby, she's dreaming Oh, people are shouting, people are freaking I'm just staring at the ceiling Waiting for the feeling Oh, oh but when she calls, I know she's the one Makes me want her harder Makes me want to be a little stronger Still I see monsters Still I see monsters Baby, I know you cannot hear me now 'Cause you're flying around At the speed of sound Colors inside your head go spinning around Like a ferris wheel Exploding and falling to the ground Oh, people are screaming, people are screaming My babies, she's dreaming Oh, people are shouting, people are freaking I'm just staring at the ceiling Waiting for the feeling Oh, oh when she calls I know that she's the one Makes me want it harder Makes me want to be a little stronger Still I see the monsters Still I see the monsters |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
There's strange weather in the back of the room
And she's pretty just a-spinning the tunes Eye lashes, and some white leather boots God, what have I been drinking? I could be serious but I'm just kiddin' around I could be anything, anything but stick around Love is hell Love is hell Love is . . . hell Is . . .hell It's raining, I can see it outside Funny I'm still [???] Just sitting here with Johnny and [???] Oh, till the room stops spinning I could be serious but I'm just kiddin' around I could be anything, nothing, whatever, oh well Love is hell Love is hell Love is . . . hell Love is . . . hell Love is . . . hell Love is . . . hell Love is . . . hell Love is . . . hell Love is . . . hell Is . . . hell |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
My blue Manhattan
She's angry like a child, but how sweet Fire and rain on the street It's you against me most days It's me against you, doll Ah, the snows comin' down on the cars in midtown Stone cold in sheets with you all over me Ain't that sweet my little gal, ain't that sweet my little gal My blue Manhattan She cusses with her sailor's mouth And fire and rain on the streets It's you against me most days It's me against you Making snow angels in the gravel and the dirt Crawling like a spider, and I'm somewhere inside her Too hurt to move, too hurt to move My blue Manhattan |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
If the walls in the room could talk
I wonder to myself would they lie It's like some kind of jail Fall from the curtains onto the bed I'm all alone now, I can do as I please I don't feel like doing much of anything True love ain't that hard to find Not that you will ever know Would you lay here for awhile? Please, do not let me go Please, do not let me go You were sweet enough to sing, Oblivious to melody Red suitcase full of clothes Washed up on the shore of memory I'm all alone now and I feel just fine I don't feel much like doing anything True love ain't that hard to find Not that either one of us will ever know Would you lay here for awhile? Please, do not let me go Please, do not let me go |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
He is drinking water from the faucet from the river
From the tributary it comes through rusted pipes Outside his window he sees the water that's supposed to be clean By the chemicals polluted by the candy factory lines Someplace on the edge of town Someplace on the edge of town Is where they live -- Political scientists So now she is crawling on her hands and her knees She is dirtying her jeans choking on her own perfume With a pen she writes below the sink in someone's restaurant This place is inconvenient for my name She forgets to write it anyway She forgets to write it anyway The government supplies the cocaine Political scientists There's no guarantees There's no guarantees There's no guarantees Banging hard upon a crooked drum She feels them tearing down Salvation Army houses back in Michigan Her husband's divorced but he treats her that way of course Because he needs her just like he needs medicine She forgets to write him anyway She forgets to write him anyway What's red and white and nearly over Political scientist Political scientist Political scientist There's no guarantees There's no guarantees There's no guarantees |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
Everyone, when she was young,
They said she was the pretty one She's lovely now, just watch her as she goes Waiting for the birds to come She holds the hands of someone young Whose mother comes and she sees her and she smiles Thank you Louise Thank you Louise Mother of three Waiting in the check-out line The supermarket, Christmas time She eyes someone who doesn't have the change Takes a dollar from her purse She pays and doesn't say a word She winks and grins and 'Merry Christmas, friend!' Thank you Louise Thank you Louise Mother of three In Baltimore, the freezing cold, That chills her darling to the bone She leaves her work and quits her job Her brother lay upon the bed With broken teeth and busted head He hears the phone and he knows his brother's dead Thank you Louise Thank you Louise Mother of two |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
God, please bring the rain
Yeah, and bring it soon Let it flood right through the houses Into Judy's room With a father on amphetamines Her mother hides the pearls Reach out into the darkness And find my little girl 'Cause she's angry like a salesman That couldn't make a sale Threw her wedding ring in the sewer And damned them all to hell Please lead her to the mountain That you fashioned out of sand While the roaches climb the walls From the hotel where he calls Most people never find a love Most people never find a love Sometimes you just can be a man Sometimes you just can be a man When your living in the darkness Of the shadowlands The shadowlands The shadowlands |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
Tell 'em that the house is not for sale
We're still livin' here, how come nobody can tell They're takin' all the furniture, movin' our things Come on little honey, put your head on my knee Tell 'em that the house is not for sale And calm down, calm down, calm down Calm down, calm down, calm down Do you remember when we even bought this thing? I danced you across the wooden floor and you signed the lease What happened in the car that night? What happened in the car that night? Tell 'em that the house is not for sale And calm down, calm down, calm down Calm down, calm down, calm down Calm down Tell 'em that the house is not for sale We could grab a couple sheets, yeah, give 'em quite a scare I remember lyin' on the bedroom floor You were holding me, little honey, kissin' my soul Tell 'em that the house is not for sale And calm down, calm down, calm down Calm down, calm down, calm down Calm down Calm down |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you By now you should've somehow Realized what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now Backbeat the word was on the street That the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before But you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody feels The way I do about you now And all the roads we have to walk along are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I would Like to say to you I don't know how Because maybe You're gonna be the one who saves me? And after all You're my wonderwall Today was gonna be the day But they'll never throw it back to you By now you should've somehow Realized what you're not to do I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do About you now And all the roads that lead to you were winding And all the lights that light the way are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you I don't know how I said maybe You're gonna be the one who saves me? And after all You're my wonderwall I said maybe You're gonna be the one who saves me? And after all You're my wonderwall Said maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me You're gonna be the one that saves me You're gonna be the one that saves me |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell (1991)
Porcelain doll
Your mother runs an antique shop She takes some stuff, I take a lot We sleep all day Slow response I'm feelin' like an afterthought I guess I'm kinda lost in space And London's okay She don't even ask what time it is anymore Dressed up like its World War 24 Sugar sweet She loves it when it hits her teeth The river hides the carousel In London, oh well Coma comes Like bullets from a candy gun Delivers us into the sun Of London, my love She don't even ask what time it is anymore Dressed up like its World War 24 And if we get too high We'll burn this town We'll burn this town We'll burn this town Oh, baby, bring me down Oh, baby, bring me down Oh, baby, bring me down Oh, baby, bring me down I'm all yours I'm all yours I'm all yours |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
Did I slip? I know I stumbled
Did I trip? 'cause I know I fell All's I know is I'll wake up here in my clothes tomorrow But oh, girl I wish I knew you well But oh, girl I wish I knew you well But I'm just sayin' hi, To your answering bell Did I run? I thought I was walkin' Through your inexhaustible gale The names are changed but the constellations Are still fallin' Oh girl, if you could only tell Oh girl, if you could only tell But I'm just sayin' hi Let your tears fall and touch my skin Then your thunderclouds could rage and wail Will collect them all for you in butterfly jars And oh girl, I'll build your wishing well But I'm just sayin' hi To your answering bell Did I sleep? 'cause I musta been dreamin' Did I weep, 'cause I cried like hell All's I want is your fortress of tears to crumble And oh girl, I'd tear 'em down myself And oh girl, the stories they could tell But I'm just saying hi |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
What's come to stay from the Cannonball days
but a house and some clothes on the line. Fired away your drunken brigade In the streets of New York as a child. Woman so fine, fine as a girl Slow like an Italian wine. Her hair all a mess and a dress off the shelf But all of your roses have died. Better luck in the next life Cuz you're gonna need it dear. Loved you back then, but i couldn't say when Cuz all of your roses have died All of your roses have died. I tasted your lips with my hands on your hips Danced in apartment named Nine. Cats on the sill and my head to your breast Beating your rhythms divine. West Jersey Queen with a rattled machine Tasted the salt through your skin. Loved you back then, but I couldn't say when Cuz all of your roses have died. Better luck in the next life Go give em some hell and goodbye Loved you back then, but i couldn't say when Cuz all of your roses have died All of your roses have died. Basked in the heat down on Christopher street, Bought you a rose from a bum Left you a note, had it stuffed in your coat You laughed and said it was dumb. Broke like a stem, and I guess you're with him I'm sure that he treats you just fine. So bottoms up, cheers, baby here's to your tears all of your roses have died. Better luck in the next life I'll miss you, but go on, goodbye. I feel like a stray from these cannonball days when all of your roses were mine. all of your roses were mine all of your roses........were mine |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
Enemy fire
Enemy blanks Enemy roses Red coloured tanks It's too late baby Baby, it's too late Learn how to change and maybe I could stay Enemy fire Enemy planes Enemy roses And red coloured chains It's too late baby Baby, it's too late Learn how to change and maybe I could stay |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
Black birds slow
and softly breaks a glass of wine Broken bluesy whisper sing to me tonight Well, everybody wants to go forever I just wanna burn up hard and bright I just wanna be your firecracker And maybe be your baby tonight Maybe be your baby tonight Lady, your kicks of silence cough into your room Kiss me slow and softly make me dream of you Well, everybody wants to forever I just wanna burn up hard and bright I just wanna be your firecracker And maybe be your baby tonight Maybe be your baby tonight So when does the plane go down 'Cause I'm ride it till it hits the ground Then go out with a fight 'Cause I just wanna be your baby tonight |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
Riot on the streets, the touch beneath the sheets
It's only gonna make me love you more The cops they got the guns, the night destroys the sun It's only gonna make me love you more This old world, well, it was mine to take Faith can keep you warm, but I'll teach you how to shake And I'll come to you like a little girl It's only gonna make me love you more Moonlight on the beach, sweet amphetamines It's only gonna make you love me more Bottles and the cans, the idiots go dance It's only gonna make me love you more This old world, well, it was mine to take Faith can keep you warm, but I'll teach you how to shake And I'll come to you like a little girl It's only gonna make me love you more They say love is hell, But I've only been laughin' ever since I fell It's only gonna make me love you more The lord will have his way but I'm just a call away It's only gonna make you love me more This old world, well, it was mine to take Faith can keep you warm, but I'll teach you how to shake And I'll come to you like a little girl It's only gonna make me love you more |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
It's happening baby
They're putting up the chairs Zaking the money And all we can do is pray Pray for tomorrow So close your eyes So close your mouth And do this all in time to the music That screams like a child in the back of your mind In a clown's saloon So goodnight Hollywood Blvd, goodnight, See ya soon Goodnight Hollywood Blvd, goodnight, see you sometime Yeah, right Run away baby Back to your lonely house You wanted the honey But you were only just stinging yourself It's hard to watch So close your eyes And I close your mouth And I do this all in time to the music That dance like fools set on fire Flailing their arms in a room full of whores So goodnight Hollywood Blvd, goodnight, See ya soon Goodnight Hollywood Blvd, goodnight, see you sometime Yeah, right |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
They slapped them on you
Where that bracelet used to be You know the one I bought you in phoenix Where they sell old jewellery I was trying to make you angry But I didn't feed you to the cops When I threw that drink in that guy's face It was just to piss you off 'Cause, honey, it's over It's harder now that it's over It's harder now that it's over Now that the cuffs are off And you're free You're free with a history I heard your wrists got bruised Must've felt just like old times I wish you would've grabbed the gun And shot me 'cause I died And I'm nothing now without you yeah, I'm less than nothing now I'm the one between the bars And lost forever now 'Cause it's over now It's harder now that it's over It's harder now that it's over Now that the cuffs are off And you're free You're free with a history Free with a history You're free Free with a history I'm sorry |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
Ah the night...here it comes again
It's on with the jeans, the jacket and the shirt How'd I end up feeling so bad For such a little girl And I hold you close in the back of my mind Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt And I'm too scared to know to how I feel about you now La Cienega just smiles..."see ya around" And I hold you close in the back of my mind And raise my glass cause either way I'm dead Neither of you really help me to sleep anymore One breaks my body and the other breaks my soul La Cienega just smiles as it waves goodbye Ah the night...here it comes again It's off with the jeans, the jacket and the shirt How'd I end up feeling so bad For such a little girl And I hold you close in the back of my mind Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt And I'm too scared to know how I feel about you now How I feel about you now La Cienega just smiles and says, I'll see you around |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
Well, I shuffled through the city on the 4th of July
I had a firecracker waiting to blow Breakin' like a rocket who was makin' its way To the cities of Mexico Lived in an apartment out on Avenue A I had a tar-hut on the corner of 10th Had myself a lover who was finer than gold But I've broken up and busted up since And love don't play any games with me Anymore like she did before The world won't wait, so I better shake That thing right out there through the door Hell, I still love you, New York Found myself a picture that would fit in the folds Of my wallet and it stayed pretty good Still amazed I didn't lose it on the roof of the place When I was drunk and I was thinking of you Every day the children they were singing their tunes Out on the streets and you could hear from inside Used to take the subway up to Houston and 3rd I would wait for you and I'd try to hide And love won't play any games with me Anymore if you don't want it to The world won't wait and I watched you shake But honey, I don't blame you Hell, I still love you, New York Hell, I still love you, New York New York I remember Christmas in the blistering cold In a church on the upper west side Babe, I stood their singing, I was holding your arm You were holding my trust like a child Found a lot of trouble out on Avenue B But I tried to keep the overhead low Farewell to the city and the love of my life At least we left before we had to go And love won't play any games with you Anymore if you want 'em to So we better shake this old thing out the door I'll always be thinkin' of you I'll always love you though New York I'll always love you though New York, New York, New York |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
Well, the night makes moves
And it shatters like broken glass Better play it cool... better let it pass Have you been screening your smokes? And whispers in an all night bar Better off as the fool Than the owner of that kind of heart They don't know you anyway They don't know you and they don't watch you walk away Just a nobody girl With a radar to the scene When the emptiness finds you You find all the numbers you need Say you follow your heart Well, honey you're just being lost Say you follow your gut Well, how much would it cost? They don't know you anyway They don't know you And they don't watch you walk away You're nobody, girl You're nobody, girl You're a nobody, girl The night plays games And the people they come and go Well, they trade in their pieces For a late-night ride on your rodeo If your horses could talk, I wonder if they would complain I know you're rested and ready They've been going nowhere for days They don't know you anyway They don't know you, They don't even mind the weight Nobody, girl You're nobody, girl Nobody, girl |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
I knew a girl named Rosalie,
We used to hang out in the park, We used to score the system grease, From the fellas after dark. We used to sail the streets at night, Used to hang out late, She had a bad time in the barrack, Caught a bullet in the teeth. Rosalie come go, Rosalie come stay, Rosalie come go, I never liked you anyway. I knew a girl named Mary Ann, She had a camera and a cane, She used to walk me to the station, When I was dying in the rain. She was a friend of Rosalie's, They had a nurse they liked to share, Well Mary Ann was doing the doctor, You know his covers went bare. Rosalie come go, Rosalie come stay, Rosalie come go, I never liked you anyway. Rosalie come go, Rosalie come stay, Rosalie come go, I never liked you anyway. I knew a boy named Billy Haynes, He had it all figured out, He had a trail of dust and branches marked, To get him back down south. But the blue lights had his number, And he was sweating hard from the heat, He's got a pack of bullets in his satchel Down on forty second street |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
I want to tell you something
That I should've, long ago I wish that you and I had those kids Maybe bought us that home I wish that we were still in your room In your bed and you were holding me 'Cause there ain't no way I'll ever stop from lovin' you now There ain't no way I'll ever stop from lovin' you now No, there ain't no way and I'm gonna try and show you somehow Somehow, someday I dreamt that you and I were still young Laughing like little kids I'll never know just how bad it hurt Or what I did I wish that we were stumbling fast Down on Irving and 6th I wish we were still making plans But now, there's nothing to fix But there ain't no way I'll ever stop from lovin' you now There ain't no way I'll ever stop from lovin' you now No, there ain't no way and I'm gonna try and show you somehow Somehow and oh, someday Someday...someday Ah honey, someday |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
Sweet black magic coming down the line.
Sweet black magic coming down the line. Don't worry little honey, 'Bout the money you'll be feelin' fine. Cause I'm gonna see the doctor, Got some money, gonna get us high. Sweet Los Angeles in the fall, Sweet Los Angeles in the fall, As pretty as a picture, Ain't nobody out shakin at all. Don't worry little honey, Got some money, gonna get us off. Sweet black magic, Sweet black magic, Sweet black magic coming down the line Sweet black magic coming down the line. Sweet black magic coming down the line. Well I'm gonna see the doctor, Gonna get us what our money can buy. Don't worry little honey, Got some money, gonna get us high. Sweet black magic, Sweet black magic, |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
Busted tooth and a smile And cigarette ashes in her drink The kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week The kind that goes out on her To give me a reason, for well, I dunno And maybe she'd take me to France Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance In a mansion on the top of a hill She'd ash on the carpets And slip me a pill Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin And maybe she'd give me a bath How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath And she and I would sleep on a boat And swim in the sea without clothes With rain falling fast on the sea While she was swimming away, she'd be winking at me Telling me it would all be okay Out on the horizon and fading away And I'd swim to the boat and I'd laugh I gotta get me a Sylvia Plath And maybe she'd take me to France Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance In a mansion on the top of a hill She'd ash on the carpets And slip me a pill Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin And maybe she'd give me a bath How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath I wish I had a Sylvia Plath |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
I hang my head down on Hollywood
'Cause either way you look down it's just stars And I'm making my way down the Cherokee To get drunk in a bar And I know my friends, they worry about me I can see it written on their face Despite anything that I said before The bar is a beautiful place. . . . sha na na na, sha la la la la. I got a cold in my heart that the doctor can't feel He said "go get you a beer" But they don't let the sunshine come in here. Sha la. Sha la la la Where the hookers and thieves and the junkies play It's a circus round here for sure And I worry about how I'm fitting in If I only had her And I know my friends they worry about me I can see it written on their face But despite anything I might have said before, The bar is a beautiful place. . . . sha na na na, sha la la la la. Ain't it strange, I see your face in the window of a store Holding me back from throwing my bottles out at the cars Sha la. Sha la la la So hey there, Mrs. Samuels Hey Laura, I'm thinking of you Would you take an old drunk as-is If he was sweet to you And tomorrow, you'll probably give up on me I won't blame you, hell I'll celebrate 'Cause despite anything you may have said to me |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
Lord, Lord
Can you heal me, oh I am in pain And I don't have a woman left to blame, anymore She left me this morning So why does the wind go howling her name? Are your angels just children laughing insane At the fools we are as men Go count me in Lord, Lord Can you hear me, oh I am not well And I've spent all my time here in this cell Of my heart An actor not given a part So why does the wind go howlin' her name? Are your angels just children, laughing insane At the fools we are as men Go count me in Lord, Lord Take my hand and please, please lead me through I have no one and I am counting on you Now that I'm old And I'm so scared of dying alone. And how does the wind go howlin her name Are your angels just children laughing, insane at the fools we are as men go count me in |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
Everybody wants you to be special
And everybody wants you to be high They throw you down a rope when you're in trouble, Baby Screamin' "save me" They then charge you with the rescue blues And everybody wants to see you suffer They know that you need the pain so much They throw you up a rope when you're too high To cruise, Baby Lord, you lose Lady Then they charge you with the rescue blues And everybody wants to see you fall That's why the always love to get you high And everybody knows you need the pain so much, Lady Well, keep in touch, Baby Just don't charge me with your rescue blues |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
Sweet talkin' Johnny push a john quicker than he spit
Street walkin' tin with a crooked crown waitin' for it There she goes She born in Boston but the Amtrak took her away She lives in Brooklyn but she works outta Queens in the Black limousines, money in the bank Black limousines, money in the bank Send it home Tina Toledo got a kid that lives with her Ma She takes the subway after school, makes up her face, changes clothes There she goes She feels the rain coming down on Washington Square She gives the cops on the beat a little discount And then, then, then it's Black limousines, money in the bank Black limousines, money in the bank Wend it home Hard on the knees, money in the bag Hard on the knees, money in the bag Send it home for medical school Rock herself to sleep with the rhythm of the rain Beating like the be against the window frame Of her hotel room Rock herself to sleep with the tunes on the dash Don't take no credit cards, she takes cash Says, "money, money, money in the bank Money, money, money in the bank Money, money, money in the bank Money, money, money in the bank It ain't no easy life but it pays pretty good, Keeps her out of the cold It ain't no easy life But it's silver and gold Silver, silver, silver and gold Tina Toledo's Street Walkin' Blues Street Walkin', Wtreet Walkin' Blues |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
I knew I was never gonna
talk to you tomorrow And oh, the birds how they sing If you were a bird could you sing me a song of sorrow Cause all I know from you is grief But I never wanted to be your rolling train I never wanted to be your dancin' shoes I just wanted you to love me I just wanted you to love me Touch, feel & lose And cry, cry, cry maybe I could be some kind of shelter But oh, your storm how it raged You know your kisses, they like lightnin' and thunder And your smile is sweet and come down like rain But I never wanted to be your rolling train I never wanted to be your dancin' shoes I just wanted you to love me I just wanted you to love me Touch, feel & lose And cry, cry, cry I just wanted you to love me I just wanted you to love me Touch, feel & lose, honey Cry, cry, cry |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
Dancin' where the stars go blue
Dancin' where the evening fell Dancin' in your wooden shoes In a wedding gown Dancin' out on 7th street Dancin' through the underground Dancin' little marionette Are you happy now? Where do you go when you're lonely Where do you go when you're blue Where do you go when you're lonely I'll follow you When the stars go blue Laughing with your pretty mouth Laughing with your broken eyes Laughing with your lover's tongue In a lullaby Where do you go when you're lonely Where do you go when you're blue Where do you go when you're lonely I'll follow you When the stars go blue The stars go blue, stars go blue |
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from Ryan Adams - Gold (2001)
Poor girl, no Ma
Nothing much to speak of but a rough diamond Sleep now and your angels will come, dear Poor Matilda, Handcuffed hard to the wheel And steering wildly Through loves fields, so blindly Forever only takes its toll on some But, tonight you're sleeping alone Without him Tonight you're sleeping alone Without him And everything went up in smoke Like wildflowers Wildflowers, dear Poor girl, lonely Shuffles through the parade Of a sleepless circus promenade Hold on, dear Poor girl, no Ma Sister steals her a coat For the windless breezes Sleep now and Jesus will come, dear Forever only takes its toll on some But, tonight you're sleeping alone Without him Tonight you're sleeping alone Without him And everything went up in smoke Like wildflowers Wildflowers, dear |
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from Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (2001)
I don’t know why I let go
I want to be your friend Flowers grow through my window and I love you again Oh, I love you oh When you laid me down into your beautiful garden Flowers in the love of my arms It’s God shining through to me I guess It’s God shining through to me I guess I love you Amy Do you still love me? I go to the places where we used to I feel sad I am out here looking for you Sometimes I pretend Oh, I miss you oh When you laid me down Into your beautiful garden Flowers and the love in my arms Is God playing evil tricks on me? Is God playing evil tricks on me? Oh I love you Amy Do you still love me? |
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from Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (2001)
Hold me up, hold me down
Leave me in the withering pines Steal my love, steal my kisses Take 'em to the bartering lines Ten cents up, two bucks down Ship it out and turn it into fuel Three bucks shy Leave it on the table, to somebody else the money's got a use Spinnin so hard I can’t stand Shadow of a shadowy man Hold me up, hold my hand The treasures that she misses make the man Ten cents up, two bucks down Ship it out and turn it into fuel Three bucks shy Leave it on the table, to somebody else the money's got a use So hold me up, tie me down Leave me in the withering pines Steal my love, steal my kisses Evaluate the differences in life Ten cents up, two bucks down Ship it out and turn it into fuel Three bucks shy Leave it on the table, to somebody else the money's got a use |
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from Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (2001)
Oh baby why
Do I miss you like I do Oh miss my sweet And the birds all singing blue And why And why Call me on your way back home, dear Cause I miss you Honey, I ain't nothing new. Oh baby why Did I treat you like I did Honey, I was just a kid Bubblegum on my shoe But you loved me And I loved you Call me on your way back home, dear Cause I miss you And I just want to die without you Oh I just want to die without you Yeah I just want to die without you Without you Honey, I ain't nothing new. |
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from Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (2001)
When they call your name
Will you walk right up With a smile on your face Will you cower in fear In your favorite sweater With an old love letter I wish you would I wish you would Come pick me up Take me out Fuck me up Steal my records Screw all my friends They're all full of shit With a smile on your face And then do it again I wish you would When you're walking downtown Do you wish I was there Do you wish it was me With the windows clear And the mannequin's eyes Do they all look like mine You know you could I wish you would Come pick me up Take me out Fuck me up Steal my records Screw all my friends Behind my back With a smile on your face And then do it again I wish you would I wish you'd make up my bed So I could make up my mind Try it for sleeping instead Maybe you'll rest sometimes I wish I could I wish I could I wish I could |
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from Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (2001)
I hate this old place
And what it represents And I hate who I was And who I ended up since But if you learned how to swim Just in case you'd drown Don't ask her for the water Cause she'll swallow you down And she's ten miles of peace And the hardest of nights And her belfry's got an arch But her rooftop's all right But down here in the sewer I'm smelling a rat Don't ask her for the whiskey Cause her water's all that And what horses we rode Through what somber fields With our lovers at war And the dust on their heels And the infidels screamed It's all but a lie Don't ask her for the water Cause she'll teach you to cry Don't ask her for the water Cause she'll teach you to cry And her weapon of choice Is a red patterned dress And a sack full of stones With her hands on her chest And a book full of quotes And a tight fastened lip Don't ask her for the water Cause you'll sink like a ship Don't ask her for the water Cause you'll sink like a ship |
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from Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (2001)
Will you comfort me in my time of need?
Can you take away the pain and hurtful deeds? Because when we need it most, there's no rain at all And dust settles right there on the feed. Will you say to me a little rain's gonna come? When the sky can't offer none to me Cause I will come for you when my days are through And I'll let your smile just off and carry me. Cause when the calm comes down We'll take the truck on into town And buy whatever we can't seem to grow Work these hands 'til they bleed Cause I got mouths to feed And I got fifteen dollars hid above the stove Will you say to me a little rain's gonna come? When the sky can't offer none to me Cause I will come for you when my days are through And I'll let your smile just off and carry me. Cause it ain't like it was on back in those days When everyone would offer up their hand These old bones are worn, I've grown tiresome I know my time is surely gonna come. Will you comfort me in my time of need? Can you take away the pain and hurtful deeds? Cause I will come for you when my days are through And I'll let your smile just off and carry me. Lord we married young and stayed where we came from And gave those children everything we had Will you stay with me in my time of need? Though it seems we had such little time for us. Will you say to me a little rain's gonna come? When the sky can't offer none to me Cause I will come for you when my days are through And I'll let your smile just off and carry me. |
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from Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (2001)
Well nighttime let her through
Yeah I’m talking to you I wanna see her Precious little thing With eyes that dance around without their clothes So buy a pretty dress Wear it out tonight For anyone you think could out do me Or better still, be my winding wheel Cause I feel just like a map Without a single place to go of interest And I’m further North than South If I could shut my mouth she’d probably like this So buy a pretty dress Wear it out tonight For all the boys you think could out do me Or better still, be my winding wheel Be my winding wheel Well the children laugh and sing a song that ushers in her driving rain And I’m standing in the station like some old record waiting on a train So buy a pretty dress Wear it out tonight For anyone you think could out do me Or better still be my winding wheel Be my winding wheel |
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from Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (2001)
Well I went down to Houston and I stopped in San Antone
I passed up the station for the bus Was trying to find me something but I wasn't sure just what I ended up with pockets full of dust. So I went on to Cleveland and ended up insane Bought a borrowed suit and learned to dance I was spending money like the way it likes to rain And I ended up with pockets full of 'caine. Oh my sweet Carolina What compels me to go? Oh my sweet disposition May you one day carry me home. I ain't never been to Vegas but I gambled up my life Building news print boats I raced in sewer mains I was trying to find me something but I wasn't sure just what Funny how they say that some things never change. Oh my sweet Carolina What compels me to go? Oh my sweet disposition May you one day carry me home. Up here in the city it feels like things are closing in The sunset's just my light bulb burning out I miss Kentucky and I miss my family All the sweetest winds they blow across the south. Oh my sweet Carolina What compels me to go? Oh my sweet disposition May you one day carry me home May you one day carry me home. |
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from Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (2001)
Head on down to 9th street gal
Let's go out a kicking with the boys and the gals Wear your dress and bring my ring Someone's gonna get it, ain't gonna be me Lucy, Lucy my gal (Lucy, Lucy my gal) Lucy, Lucy my sweet (Lucy, Lucy my sweet) Lucy, Lucy my gal (Lucy, Lucy my gal) I was just gonna hit him but I'm gonna kill him now We all met about a half past three Lucy, she was rockin by my kicking machine Too many straights and not enough grease That's when Lucy got it in the chest, I think Lucy, Lucy my gal (Lucy, Lucy my gal) Lucy, Lucy my sweet (Lucy, Lucy my sweet) Lucy, Lucy my gal (Lucy, Lucy my gal) I was just gonna hit him but I'm gonna kill him now They started fighting I was screaming for him Boots all dirty and sexy and thin On come the lights from the straights in their cars I was just a laughing when I hit the floor Lucy, Lucy my gal (Lucy, Lucy my gal) Lucy, Lucy my sweet (Lucy, Lucy my sweet) Lucy, Lucy my gal (Lucy, Lucy my gal) I was just gonna hit him but I'm gonna kill him now |
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from Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (2001)
Fair haired gal
You got a sister that’s mean Hanging around the cigarette machine But when I’m lonely she makes me feel nice When I’m lonely she makes me feel nice Steals my shirt, makes me hurt In the field where my plane went down In the field where my plane went down Sweet lil' gal Sweet lil' gal Everything’s gold when she comes to me Lay there for days on the floor with my things But when you’re lonely she makes me feel nice When you’re lonely she makes me feel nice Steals my shirt 23rd and 1st In the field where my plane went down In the field where my plane went down Sweet lil' gal. Sweet lil' gal. |
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from Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (2001)
Well the pills I got, they ask me 'let's go out for awhile'
And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile And the sun, it tries to warn me 'boy those wings are made of wax' While the things I do kill me, they just tell me to relax. Oh, Cinderella, all dressed up in all your boots and all your charms I'm not the fellow, to protect you, or to keep you from all your harm. And I don't know which is worse, to wake up and see the sun Or to be the one, be the one that's gone. And the empty bottle it misses you, and I'm the one that it's talking to And with you and I just barely strangers, I'm pretty much just left a fool. Damn, don't the streets feel empty though, just wandering around here without you Oh the empty bottle that misses you, and I'm the one that it's talking to. I don't know which is worse, to wake up and see the sun Or to be the one, be the one that's gone. |
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from Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (2001)
Young boy, done me bad, went and did you wrong
Young boy, done me bad, I went and did you wrong And I got high Lord, I got high Now I got a bone to pick with you And I'm sure you know it's true Oh one day when you're looking back You were young, and man you were sad When you're young, you get sad When you're young, you get sad And you get high Young gal, done you bad and I went and did you wrong Young gal, you done me bad so I went and did you wrong And I got high Lord, I got high Now you gotta bone to pick with me But I wish you'd let me be Oh one day when you're looking back You were young, and man you were sad When you're young, you get sad When you're young, you get sad And you get high You get high Ooh the days the rain would fall your way Ooh the days the rain would fall your way And you'll be high 'Cause you got sad 'Cause you got sad Oh man Oh man Oh man Oh man |
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from Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (2001)
Oh why do they leave
Oh why do they leave On the day that you needed them the most Simple cards and things Rose colored sunsets No flowers from me Simple cards and things Rose colored sunsets No flowers from me Lover why do you leave Lover why do you leave On the day I want you for me Say, say it aint so That he will take you tomorrow And I will sit here today The worst Simple cards and things Rose colored sunsets No flowers from me Simple cards and things Rose colored sunsets Curtains for me Lover why do you leave Lover why do you leave On the day I want you to be the world. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Maryann you're better than the world
They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl I had a lot of girlfriends I should have known them Click your heels and count back from three Do you want to go back You should have known that The butterfly in reverse here is me Maryann you're better than the world They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl Where'd you want to go to with nothing beside you But webbing and curfews and rain And everything that hurts you Gets stuffed up inside you Like butterflies with wings or other perfect things We go swimming in the sunshine Dangling from clotheslines Seperate and fall into me And did you ever see me Me absolutely Me but all you but still me Maryann you're better than the world They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl did alot of things right on this [2X] did alot of things right on this girl |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Maryann you're better than the world
They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl I had a lot of girlfriends I should have known them Click your heels and count back from three Do you want to go back You should have known that The butterfly in reverse here is me Maryann you're better than the world They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl Where'd you want to go to with nothing beside you But webbing and curfews and rain And everything that hurts you Gets stuffed up inside you Like butterflies with wings or other perfect things We go swimming in the sunshine Dangling from clotheslines Seperate and fall into me And did you ever see me Me absolutely Me but all you but still me Maryann you're better than the world They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl did alot of things right on this [2X] did alot of things right on this girl |
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from The Rookie (2002)
Will you comfort me in my time of need?
Can you take away the pain and hurtful deeds? Because when we need it most, there's no rain at all And dust settles right there on the feed. Will you say to me a little rain's gonna come? When the sky can't offer none to me Cause I will come for you when my days are through And I'll let your smile just off and carry me. Cause when the calm comes down We'll take the truck on into town And buy whatever we can't seem to grow Work these hands 'til they bleed Cause I got mouths to feed And I got fifteen dollars hid above the stove Will you say to me a little rain's gonna come? When the sky can't offer none to me Cause I will come for you when my days are through And I'll let your smile just off and carry me. Cause it ain't like it was on back in those days When everyone would offer up their hand These old bones are worn, I've grown tiresome I know my time is surely gonna come. Will you comfort me in my time of need? Can you take away the pain and hurtful deeds? Cause I will come for you when my days are through And I'll let your smile just off and carry me. Lord we married young and stayed where we came from And gave those children everything we had Will you stay with me in my time of need? Though it seems we had such little time for us. Will you say to me a little rain's gonna come? When the sky can't offer none to me Cause I will come for you when my days are through And I'll let your smile just off and carry me. |
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from Ryan Adams - Demolition (2002)
Took a walk with you
In the shadow of my shoes Danced around the broken blues In the dirty summer rain Moonlight on the cars Parked in single file at the bars With a thick and rosy smoke Waving its busted hand Bringing you down, can't bring you down Bring you down, can't bring you down Bring you down, can't hear the sound Run through the river and head to town Pretty little moon with it's head hung down Chin up. Cheer up. Chin up. Cheer up. "Alright, that's you" I took a walk with you And I busted up my shoe In an old yellow canoe Out in Hollywood You called the police But they didn't care the lease On your place had run out Your landlord straightened his hat Bringing you down, can't bring you down Bringing you down, can't bring you down Bringing you down, can't hear the sound Run through the river and head to town Pretty little moon with it's head hung down Chin up. Cheer up. Chin up. Cheer up. |
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from Ryan Adams - Demolition (2002)
So, it's how the story goes.
Can we cut to the scene where I'm holding you close. She moves, moves like a pendulum blade Cut, all the words that I said. The only difference is . . . The only difference is . . . The truth The truth is I miss you. Cry on demand. How'd you learn to? Cry on demand. Teach me if you want to. Though you don't have to. I just close my eyes and think of you. Real. Real like a plastic bouquet. That thrives on the smoke from an old fireplace. And dies every night with her face on the news. Nobody cries, they just smoke and stare and their shoes The only difference is . . . The only difference is . . . Nobody can cry It's hard to do For most folks, without a reason why Cry on demand. How'd you learn to? Cry on demand. Why would you want to? Just close your eyes and think of me I take back everything I said. She can't hurt me, and I can't hurt you It's like were already dead Cry on demand. Cry on demand. Cry on demand. Why would you want to? Cry on demand. Teach me if you want to. Though you don't have to. I just close my eyes and think of you. |
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from Ryan Adams - Demolition (2002)
Dear Chicago,
You'll never guess. You know the girl you said I'd meet some day? Well, I've got something to confess. She picked me up on Friday. Asked me if she reminded me of you. I just laughed and lit a cigarette, Said "that's impossible to do." My life's gotten simple since. But it fluctuates so much. Happy and sad and back again. I'm not crying out to much. Think about you all the time. It's strange and hard to deal. Think about you lying there. Those blankets lie so still. Nothing moves out here in the cold. Nothing breathes or even smiles. I've been thinking some of suicide. But there's bars out here for miles. Sorry about the every kiss. Every kiss you wasted bad. I think the thing you said was true, I'm going to die alone and sad. The wind's feeling real these days. Baby, it hurt's me some. Never thought I'd feel so blue. New York City, you're almost gone. I think that I've fallen out of love, I think that I've fallen out of love, I think that I've fallen out of love . . . with you. |
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from Ryan Adams - Demolition (2002)
Two hearts fading, like a flower.
And all this waiting, for the power. For some answer, to this fire. Sinking slowly. The water’s higher. Desire Desire With no secrets. No obsession. This time I'm speeding with no direction. Without a reason. What is this fire? Burning slowly. My one and only. Desire Desire Desire Desire You know me. You don't mind waiting. You just can't show me, but God I'm praying, That you'll find me, and that you'll see me, That you run and never tire. Desire Desire Desire Desire |
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from Ryan Adams - Demolition (2002)
Here's a picture of your lonely Fridays
Turned to nothing on a Friday night Firecracker with a pile of empties Detonated with a lonely fire I see your face, I hear your voice I touch the phone and wonder Is this explosion gonna set me reeling? Or just another thing to pull me under? If you could give me anything tonight Just a wink, or even just a sigh I'll be okay, because I've been waiting for a sign I've been waiting for a sign, to come Are you the one? And I was breathless on a Sunday morning And I was speechless on a Sunday night For a lack of better understanding Felt like an engine that just didn't need a tire I see your face, I hear your voice I touch the screen and wonder And I been waiting for the sun to tell me It's just been sitting here, I don't know why If you could give me anything tonight Just a wink, or even just a sigh I'll be okay, because I've been waiting for a sign I've been waiting for a sign I've been waiting for a sign, to come To come I've been waiting for a sign I've been waiting for a sign To come I've been waiting for a sign |
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from Ryan Adams - Demolition (2002)
I've been a desperate man
I've been sheltered by a lonely dream There's a stranger here Looking back above the bathroom sink Every night I throw you out Leave you stranded on the boulevard You now that I use you up I used you like I used 'em all Well the band's singing hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah You're all gone. Yeah, you're all gone If I could have a simple love How would it feel and what would it mean? I'd only trade you away For Mary Magdalene Oh, it wouldn't make me a saint And it wouldn't make me the king And I wouldn't have to wait Wait around for the real thing Well the band's singing hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah You're all gone. Yeah, you're all gone Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah You're all gone. Yeah, you're all gone Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah |
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from Ryan Adams - Demolition (2002)
In California
Forever summer and hot Into the ocean You're smiling a lot On sandy beaches And the blankets are hot You're in my arms And I kiss your heart Jesus, don't touch my baby Jesus, don't touch my baby Jesus, don't touch my baby She's all that I got Reflections coming In through the sheets You love your baby are sweet Out on the highway We ride tonight Jesus don't know you He was just saying "Hi" Don't touch my baby Jesus, don't touch my baby |
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from Ryan Adams - Demolition (2002)
This is where the summer ends
In a flash of pure destruction, no one wins Goin' nuclear. Nuclear. The violets in my eyelids goin' red Sentimental geek Shut up and go to sleep They combed the beach and the remains Of the bathing suits and Porsches all in flames Goin' nuclear. Nuclear. When I saw her, the Yankees lost to the Braves Sentimental geek Sentimental geek Sentimental geek Shut up and go to sleep Give me an answer Give me an answer Give me an answer Give me an answer Give me an . . . Give me an . . . |
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from Ryan Adams - Demolition (2002)
I am a broken toy
For a lonely girl Use once and destroy And go find some more Back home, kids play in the leaves in the park She wants to play a game of hearts I'm the rag doll boy With broken eyes She only comes to me When it's raining outside Back home, kids play in the leaves in the park She wants to play a game of hearts I fell for you I fell for you Why? I guess I wanted to play too. And here's the lonely string Playing along in my head For only just my arms Are dancing marionettes Back home, kids play in the leaves in the park And she wants to play a game of hearts She wants to play a game of hearts |
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from Ryan Adams - Demolition (2002)
It's a long way down, but I feel alright
It's a long way down, but I feel alright And the cops get in, and the crowd gets tight Take your tomorrow, pain and your sorrow and teach it how to fly It's starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt It's a long way down, but I feel alright It's a long way down, but I feel alright And I hope you're here, when I hit the ground 'Cause I'm high on forever, always together, and I'm coming down It's starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt |
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from Ryan Adams - Demolition (2002)
There you go
Waving your arms like a girl Secondary clothes Don't worry, nobody knows Somebody order my round 'Cause I'm getting high Steal a twelve pack from 12th & Porter with Billy 4:30 a.m. at night 'Cause Tennessee sucks, in the summer What do you got that can put us under? There goes Johnny B. Weird and tall He says "The band, man they've got good songs, they just don't draw" Somebody order my round Chances are I won't pay Hey Brad, let's go down to the Bound'ry Get something blue to put us out of our way 'Cause Tennessee sucks, in the summer What do you got that can put us under? |
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from Ryan Adams - Demolition (2002)
Pulled into the station
And they're playing Waylon Jennings When you're driving through Selena You'll see the lights are blinding Yeah, and I'll be thinking of you Ohhh, my baby's going home My baby's going home Tomorrow A million miles of nothing Yeah, you're driving on the moon I can smell you on the pillow Of the hotel room Baby, make it and call me soon Ohhh, my baby's going home My baby's going home Tomorrow Ohhh, my baby's going home My baby's going home Tomorrow |
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from Ryan Adams - Demolition (2002)
Go on to the street to the cars in the pouring rain
Go on to the bus that left us in the dust and the flames And when the son meets the father It'll be something smarter for the pain But you will always be the same You will always be the same Go on little girl, feet twirl, go and make him smile Go on like the rumbling drums of the march of time And when the son meets the dad It'll be pretty bad for the pain But you'll always be the same You will always be the same You will always be the same Go on to the ones with the smoking guns in the heat Go on to the wars we won, they came home, they made us And when the father meets the son, And the blood makes us better than the gain You will always be the same You will always be the same You will always be the same |
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from Sweet Home Alabama (스위트 알라바마) by George Fenton [ost] (2002)
Riot on the streets, the touch beneath the sheets It's only gonna make me love you more The cops they got the guns, the night destroys the sun It's only gonna make me love you more This old world, well, it was mine to take Faith can keep you warm, but I'll teach you how to shake And I'll come to you like a little girl It's only gonna make me love you more Moonlight on the beach, sweet amphetamines It's only gonna make you love me more Bottles and the cans, the idiots go dance It's only gonna make me love you more This old world, well, it was mine to take Faith can keep you warm, but I'll teach you how to shake And I'll come to you like a little girl It's only gonna make me love you more They say love is hell, But I've only been laughin' ever since I fell It's only gonna make me love you more The lord will have his way but I'm just a call away It's only gonna make you love me more This old world, well, it was mine to take Faith can keep you warm, but I'll teach you how to shake And I'll come to you like a little girl It's only gonna make me love you more |
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from Lost And Found (2003)
안녕하세요? 멜론 입니다. 멜론에서는 회원 여러분들의 가사등록 참여를 기다리고 있습니다. 참여방법은 우측 상단의 가사입력 버튼을 누르신 뒤 입력해 주시면 됩니다. 입력해 주신 가사는 멜론 서비스 관리자의 확인을 통해 멜론 서비스에 제공되며, 입력하신 분의 아이디도 함께 등록됩니다. 감사합니다. - 허위 가사나 광고성 게시물을 등록하였을 경우, 멜론서비스에 적용되지 않으며, 게시자에게 사전 또는 사후 통보 없이 삭제할 수 있습니다. |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell, Part 1 (2003)
Look at this ocean with everyone drowning Idiots screaming and everyone sinking in slowly We're surrounded In the yellow lights of the city wasted as bodies In bed with somebody a touch away with nothing to do We're surrounded I'm really dying here I'm really dying here And I'm afraid, no I'm scared She started freezing, lungs all collapsing The momentum is passing, but the moment is eating us whole We're surrounded Put the guns in the water, they're turning to vodka Triggering nothing we're sinking the sea takes the ship And I'm really dying in here I'm really dying in here I'm afraid. I'm afraid. No, I'm scared. No I'm scared. I'm just scared. Just let me down. I'm getting really cold and I'm cold and I'm looking at you You're not moving I'm getting really cold and I'm cold and I'm looking at you You're not moving I'm getting really cold and I'm cold and I'm looking at you And you're not moving |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell, Part 1 (2003)
I found your photograph in a cardboard box in a magazine
I can't remember you, remember us or anything I taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb They taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb She comes apart in the avalanche Fades out like a dance Crawls back into bed When it's over When it's over When it's over And it's over I watch the window and listen for the sound of cars I can't remember the last time that it was yours I taught you how to feel, why do you feel numb They taught us how to feel, but we just feel numb She falls apart in the avalanche Fades out like a dance Crawls back into bed When it's over When it's over When it's over When it's over She falls apart in the avalanche Fades out like a dance Crawls back into bed When it's over And it's over When it's over |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell, Part 1 (2003)
How can I explain to you
What you did to me with words Words just like the ones you used They mean nothing at all Buy they caterwaul, caterwaul, caterwaul Through my lonely hall Selfish and so conceited By the way you destroy me Words just like ones you used They mean nothing at all to you But they caterwaul, caterwaul, caterwaul Through my lonely hall Caterwaul Caterwaul Caterwaul |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell, Part 1 (2003)
Heart stops beating, all the words worth repeating
She is dancing but not singing, is it maybe that she doesn't know the words? She's dressed up, but don't worry, she's got friends Snowflake eating, she is mildly self-defeating And the secrets that she's keeping they are really only dangerous to her Ships ain't sinking We are here to help you sing your songs We are here to help you sing your songs Because tomorrow comes and no one calls She stops grinning when the room it starts spinning She is losing all her winnings, she's angry but it's just the alcohol She's all fucked right up, it's okay, man, she's got friends 'Cause we are here to help her sing her songs We are here to help her sing her songs Because tomorrow's gonna come Tomorrow's gonna come, and no one's gonna call This isn't Christmas, this is Chinatown and those are pretty lights Just use some more and put 'em on your make-up dolls A painting on the underneath that never smiles on the scene Is just like Christmas if it was Halloween Someone taught her it's okay to be a martyr Like an educated angel, be a rat, you know in all the things you love, Well okay Priceless pictures, she's collected iceless fixtures that is freezing from the people She's chosen out to help her through it all Whatever We are here to help you sing your songs We are here to help you sing your songs We are here to help you sing your songs Because tomorrow's gonna come Tomorrow's gonna come, and no one's gonna call |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell, Part 1 (2003)
There's strange weather in the back of the room
And she's pretty just a-spinning the tunes Eye lashes, and some white leather boots God, what have I been drinking? I could be serious but I'm just kiddin' around I could be anything, anything but stick around Love is hell Love is hell Love is . . . hell Is . . .hell It's raining, I can see it outside Funny I'm still [???] Just sitting here with Johnny and [???] Oh, till the room stops spinning I could be serious but I'm just kiddin' around I could be anything, nothing, whatever, oh well Love is hell Love is hell Love is . . . hell Love is . . . hell Love is . . . hell Love is . . . hell Love is . . . hell Love is . . . hell Love is . . . hell Is . . . hell |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell, Part 1 (2003)
He is drinking water from the faucet from the river
From the tributary it comes through rusted pipes Outside his window he sees the water that's supposed to be clean By the chemicals polluted by the candy factory lines Someplace on the edge of town Someplace on the edge of town Is where they live -- Political scientists So now she is crawling on her hands and her knees She is dirtying her jeans choking on her own perfume With a pen she writes below the sink in someone's restaurant This place is inconvenient for my name She forgets to write it anyway She forgets to write it anyway The government supplies the cocaine Political scientists There's no guarantees There's no guarantees There's no guarantees Banging hard upon a crooked drum She feels them tearing down Salvation Army houses back in Michigan Her husband's divorced but he treats her that way of course Because he needs her just like he needs medicine She forgets to write him anyway She forgets to write him anyway What's red and white and nearly over Political scientist Political scientist Political scientist There's no guarantees There's no guarantees There's no guarantees |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell, Part 1 (2003)
God, please bring the rain
Yeah, and bring it soon Let it flood right through the houses Into Judy's room With a father on amphetamines Her mother hides the pearls Reach out into the darkness And find my little girl 'Cause she's angry like a salesman That couldn't make a sale Threw her wedding ring in the sewer And damned them all to hell Please lead her to the mountain That you fashioned out of sand While the roaches climb the walls From the hotel where he calls Most people never find a love Most people never find a love Sometimes you just can be a man Sometimes you just can be a man When your living in the darkness Of the shadowlands The shadowlands The shadowlands |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell, Part 1 (2003)
Tell 'em that the house is not for sale
We're still livin' here, how come nobody can tell They're takin' all the furniture, movin' our things Come on little honey, put your head on my knee Tell 'em that the house is not for sale And calm down, calm down, calm down Calm down, calm down, calm down Do you remember when we even bought this thing? I danced you across the wooden floor and you signed the lease What happened in the car that night? What happened in the car that night? Tell 'em that the house is not for sale And calm down, calm down, calm down Calm down, calm down, calm down Calm down Tell 'em that the house is not for sale We could grab a couple sheets, yeah, give 'em quite a scare I remember lyin' on the bedroom floor You were holding me, little honey, kissin' my soul Tell 'em that the house is not for sale And calm down, calm down, calm down Calm down, calm down, calm down Calm down Calm down |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell, Part 1 (2003)
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you By now you should've somehow Realized what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now Backbeat the word was on the street That the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before But you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody feels The way I do about you now And all the roads we have to walk along are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I would Like to say to you I don't know how Because maybe You're gonna be the one who saves me? And after all You're my wonderwall Today was gonna be the day But they'll never throw it back to you By now you should've somehow Realized what you're not to do I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do About you now And all the roads that lead to you were winding And all the lights that light the way are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you I don't know how I said maybe You're gonna be the one who saves me? And after all You're my wonderwall I said maybe You're gonna be the one who saves me? And after all You're my wonderwall Said maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me You're gonna be the one that saves me You're gonna be the one that saves me |
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from Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell, Part 1 (2003)
Porcelain doll
Your mother runs an antique shop She takes some stuff, I take a lot We sleep all day Slow response I'm feelin' like an afterthought I guess I'm kinda lost in space And London's okay She don't even ask what time it is anymore Dressed up like its World War 24 Sugar sweet She loves it when it hits her teeth The river hides the carousel In London, oh well Coma comes Like bullets from a candy gun Delivers us into the sun Of London, my love She don't even ask what time it is anymore Dressed up like its World War 24 And if we get too high We'll burn this town We'll burn this town We'll burn this town Oh, baby, bring me down Oh, baby, bring me down Oh, baby, bring me down Oh, baby, bring me down I'm all yours I'm all yours I'm all yours |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
The sun is shinin' hard at my feet
And the city is an animal ready to eat It's raining like a nosebleed Cigarettes and sweets And I Feel it coming on Bloody as the day I was born It's 1974 Just like the day I was born It's 1974 She isn't crazy, she's just not impressed She stabs me with her eyes dirty knives hidden in her dress And it's rainin like the bombs in my room when I'm alone And I swear I think I knew you before Just like the day I was born It's 1974 Just like the day I was born It's 1974 Just like the day I was born It's 1974 Just like the day I was born It's 1974 Do you want it, do you want it, do you want it, come on Do you want it, do you want it, come on just bring it on Nothing gonna stop it now, you're nothin' til you want it, come on Do you want it, do you want it, come on, just bring it on It's 1974 It's 1974 It's 1974 It's 1974 |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
So, I am in the twilight of my youth
Not that I'm going to remember Have you seen the moon tonight, is it full? Still burning it's embers The people dancing in the corner They seem happy, but I am sad I am still dancing in the coma of the drinks I just had Does anybody wanna take me home? Does anybody wanna take me home? Take me to your house and I'll leave you alone Of course I will, of course I won't It seems so tragic, but it disappears like magic Like magic Like magic Can you recommend an education or drugs Because I'm bored with you already I'm on Broadway and I think it's a parade I'm covered in pieces of confetti And I am in the twilight of my youth Not that I'm going to remember Dancing and slowly and finding the truth And it covered in coma All these people in my life, they seem so in love Well, I am not Memorizing my shoes in a cigarette shop Does anybody wanna take me home? Does anybody wanna take me home? I'm kinda lonely, will you take me home? Of course you will, of course you won't Of course I'm crass, it seems so tragic Of course you will, of course you won't But I'll disappear, I'll disappear Just like magic Just like magic Just like magic |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
I'm as lonely as boys
I'm as lonely as boys I'm as lonely as monkeys taught to destroy Anything they learn to enjoy So pardon me angel So pardon me angel Pardon me my love for you is a stranger That you met some place but ignored So break and go home Break and go home Why don't you leave me, leave me alone? I'm as lonely as boys Who are lonely for girls Who are lonely as monkeys taught to enjoy Everything they learn to destroy So pardon me angel So pardon me angel Pardon me my love for you is in danger In danger of becoming a bore So break and go home Break and go home Why don't you leave me, leave me alone? And break and go home Break and go home And break and go home Break and go home And go home I’m the loneliest boy With the loneliest plan But I’m ready and I want to understand That ain’t a woman, that’s a girl So pardon me angel So pardon my anger Pardon me my faith in girls is in danger She leaves you addicted, wantin' more So break and go home Break and go home Why don't you leave me, leave me alone? And break and go home Break and go home |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
I finally see the light
Down on the east side, wasted like a memory If I had a car I'd drive Straight off the bridge into the river, it would empty me Pretty pictures in a magazine Everybody is so make believe, it's true I used to be sad now I'm just bored with you You're doomed to repeat the past 'Cause nothing is gonna last I burned all your photographs Traffic sings the songs Inviting me in to dodge the bullets from an empty gun If I had a car I'd drive Straight into the window of a bank I owed money to Pretty pictures in a magazine Everybody is so make believe, it's true I used to be sad now I'm just bored with you You're doomed to repeat the past 'Cause nothing is gonna last I burned all your photographs You're doomed to repeat the past 'Cause nothing is gonna last I burned all your photographs And all the time you're so unhappy And everything to you's so heavy But oh my word, ain't you so pretty now There's nothing to make up now No one to wake up now She's starting to break up wow Pretty pictures in a magazine Everybody is so make believe, it's true I used to be sad now I'm just bored with you You're doomed to repeat the past 'Cause nothing is gonna last I burned all your photographs You're doomed to repeat the past 'Cause nothing is gonna last I burned all your photographs |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
So, tell me how you feel without your medicine
Hold your head feeling paranoid Sweet sixteen for a schizoid So, tell me how you feel now you're the only one Held your head in the setting sun Sweet black smoke with the poison Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America Hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical So tell me how you feel without your medicine Hold your head feeling paranoid Runnin down the street from a mergatroid So tell me how you feel Now you're the only one Held your head in the setting sun Sweet black smoke from a crooked gun Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America Hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America Hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America Hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical Do Miss America |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
Two pictures laid on an amp
I'm broken like strings on guitars I can't sell I saw your car parked next to a bridge I think it was yours, I don't know, I can't tell I saw your picture in a magazine I decided to talk to you, what the hell? Twin pictures in a magazine There's two of you, I'm alone, sad rebel sad rebel Your eyes Your eyes Your eyes Hypnotize Don't tell me to stay again I believe in the things I can't see and I'm right Nobody's gonna shove me down You can turn me away, but I'm turned on all night I saw your picture in a magazine I decided to talk to you, what the hell? What the hell? Twin pictures in a magazine There's two of you, I'm alone, Sara Bell Sara Bell Your eyes Your eyes Your eyes Hypnotize Hypnotize Hypnotize Hypnotize |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
Nobody with no one to call
And all this time Hot metal as her clothes dissolve Emergency lights It's genocide It's suicide I'm spinning round the room in awe I'm spinning round the room I'm floating through a room of halls Party time Stops breathing like a china doll And broken eyes It's genocide Suicide I'm spinning round the room in awe All bloody in the luminol I'm spinning round the room in awe in awe in awe Save my life Say my name Name It's suicide Suicide I'm floating through a room of halls All bloody in the luminol I'm spinning round the room in awe In awe In awe In awe In awe In awe |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
I'm as blue
I'm as blue as the ocean is true, it's just refelctions of the sky I'm as cold I'm as cold as the stories you told but never sick enough to die Note to self: don't change for anyone Note to self: don't die Note to self: don't change for anyone Don't change, just lie I'm as sick I'm as crass as the things in your past, you wished that you could let them go Caged birds Caged animals starving for class In your house when you're alone Note to self: don't change for anyone Note to self: don't die Note to self: don't change for anyone Don't change, just lie Who do you call when you're alone Nobody, baby Who do you want to be, figure out and just let me know Don't change, don't change, don't change Just let me go Just let me go Just let me go |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
Everybody’s cool playing rock n' roll
Everybody’s cool playing rock n' roll I don’t feel cool, feel cool at all I don’t feel cool, feel cool at all Send all of my best out to the band Send all of my best out to the band I don’t think I’ll make it out to the show I don’t think I’ll make it out to the show There’s this girl I can’t get out of my head There’s this girl I can’t get out of my head And I don’t feel cool, feel cool at all |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
Girl, don't tell me how you want me
Tell me how to get through Girl, don't tell me how you want me Tell me how to get through 'Cause I gotta know, I gotta know, I gotta know I gotta know, I gotta know, I gotta Know you inside out Know what I'm talking about You're taking me higher than I've been before You're taking me higher than I've been before And leaving me shallow Girl, don't tell me how you need me Tell me how to get through Girl, don't tell me how you need me Tell me how to get through 'Cause I gotta know, I gotta know, I gotta know 'Cause I gotta know, I gotta know, I gotta Know you inside out Know what I'm talking about You're taking me higher than I've been before You're taking me higher than I've been before You're taking me higher You're taking me higher You gotta do what you do, gotta say what you say And lie to yourself forever You gotta do what you do, gotta say what you say You've lied to yourself forever Girl, don't tell me how you need me Tell me how to get through Girl, don't tell me how you need me Tell me how to get through 'Cause I gotta know, I gotta know, I gotta know 'Cause I gotta know, I gotta know, I gotta Know you inside out Know what I'm talking about You're taking me higher than I've been before You're taking me higher than I've been before Taking me higher Taking me higher Taking me higher Taking me higher ... |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
So much for the days of glory
It's not like your idols died and are holy now You cross the street and count to ten And everyone that mattered went to bed Or maybe they died Welcome home Miss So Unknown Bet you want it back They all want it back, but you can't have it You've lost total control The sun, it lights the blades of grass It's not like she knows the difference or cares She's stupid and cold Somewhere in the waves of doubt It's not like she swam awhile, then faded out So stupid and calm Welcome home Miss So Unknown Do you want it back? Welcome home Miss So Unknown They all want it back, when they want it all back But you can't have it You've lost control |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
Today I watched the boats
Moving through the harbor Walking on water In your arms I'd stay Forever if I could Fireer if I may Keeps me in your thoughts, don't disappear I am on your side And so alive So alive it isn't real If this is how I feel Then nothing now is true And nothing now can ever be taken away from you Sinking in the past The things that shouldn't last Just put to bed and stand beside me Stand beside me Always on your side I'm on your side And so alive it isn't real I am on your side And so alive And so alive And so alive I am on your side I am on your side I am on your side And so alive So alive |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
I was shooting in the back of the car
When the windows smashed on the police cars I was swimming through the streets of New York With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut And it was making her cry And it was making her cry And it was making her cry But it was making me high She was a hooker at the age of 16 All she wanted was the money She didn't need an I.D. She was a junkie and I know its cliché But then so was her life I mean, she lived in L.A. And it was making her cry And it was making her cry And it was making her cry But it was making her high And it was making her cry And it was making her cry And it was making her cry But it was making her high And it was making her cry And it was making her cry (Riot in my skull, demons are coming) And it was making her cry (Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working) And it was making her cry (Painted it all black, the chains are jerking) And it was making her cry (Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working) And it was making her cry (Riot in my skull, demons are coming) And it was making her cry (Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working) And it was making her cry (Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working) Riot in my skull, demons are coming L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working Painted it all black, the chains are jerking L.A. is dead, the drugs ain't working L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working The drugs ain't working The drugs ain't working |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
Let me sing a song for you
That's never been sung before All the words were meant for you And never been said before She kisses when she sleeps She kisses when she's sleeping Let me sing a song for you A song that's worth the dreaming Don't waste my time This is it This is really happening What's the use in marigolds These flowers are for you All the lights go after burn The sky it splits in two I kiss her on her teeth I kiss her on her teeth, hmm Let me sing a song for you that alters your belief don't waste my time This is it This is really happening |
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from Ryan Adams - Rock N Roll (2003)
Cotton candy and a rotten mouth
You know you're so f**ked up You know I couldn't help but have it for you And everybody knows the way I walk And knows the way I talk And knows the way I feel about you It's all a bunch of sh*t And there's nothing to do around here It's totally f**ked up I'm totally f**ked up Wish you were here And streets that only turn to boulevards And houses with back yards and it's raining like hell on the cars And everybody knows the way I walk And knows the way I talk Knows the way I feel about you It's all a bunch of shit And there's nothing to do around here It's totally f**ked I'm totally f**ked Wish you were here And if I could have my way We'd take some drugs And we'd smile We'd smile We'd smile But not tonight, my dear Wish you were here Wish you were here Wish you were here Wish you were here |
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from Smallville (스몰빌) by Mark Snow [omnibus, ost] (2004)
This is where the summer ends
In a flash of pure destruction, no one wins Goin' nuclear. Nuclear. The violets in my eyelids goin' red Sentimental geek Shut up and go to sleep They combed the beach and the remains Of the bathing suits and Porsches all in flames Goin' nuclear. Nuclear. When I saw her, the Yankees lost to the Braves Sentimental geek Sentimental geek Sentimental geek Shut up and go to sleep Give me an answer Give me an answer Give me an answer Give me an answer Give me an . . . Give me an . . . |
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