JACK'S MANNEQUIN lyrics - The Glass Passenger

Miss California

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I called Jesus but he didn't check his phone today, Oh oh, there's my summer girl I've been wanting her I hear she's got a boyfriend Thought I could leave her for a season but it just got cold Yeah, it's a lonely hour in my cellphone tower, Broken down transmission. But I'm gonna take you to my boxcar on the beach And I'm gonna hang the sun above your bed And soak your hair in bleach You'll be missed Miss California You'll be kissed by only me When they can't find you you'll turn into a mystery but you're no mystery to me, Miss California I called Jesus but he heard I hurt his little girl, yeah, with my reckless stare, I've been so unfair Misplacing my affections She had a reason not to take me back into her care Oh, I'm just a stray dog now, I can't beg or bow Just give me some direction. And I'm gonna take you to the mansion where I hide and I'm gonna paint a diamond on your hand And you will be my bride You'll be missed Miss California You'll be kissed by only me When they can't find you you'll turn into a mystery But you're no mystery to me, Miss California Miss California I'll be around, I'll be around. You'll be missed Miss California. You'll be kissed by only me. When they can't find you you'll turn into a mystery But not to me. You'll be missed Miss California We'll be married in the rain When they can't find you I'm sure I'll be the one they blame But they can't prove anything Miss California Miss California I'll be around

Ready or Not

FUGEES "The Score"
[CHORUS:] Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide Gonna Find You and Make you want me. [CLEF:] Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake Those who could relate know the world ain't cake Jail bars ain't golden gates Those who fake, they break, When they meet their 400 pound mate If I could rule the world Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course When giddyupin' on their horse I Kick a rhyme drinkin' moonshine I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased But no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep Thinkin' 'bout the robbery that I did last week. Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist. I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends, A born again hooligan only to be king again. [LAURYN:] I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest, No stress If you don't smoke sess, lest. I must confess, my destiny's manifest In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess, Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, YES Bless you if you represent the Fu But I'll hex you with some witch's brew if you're Doo Doo Voo Doo, I can do what you do, easy, BELIEVE ME Frontin' niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees So while you're imitating Al Capone I'll be Nina Simone And defacating on your microphone. [Chorus:] Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly [LAURYN'S INTERLUDE] You can't run away From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby Cause I got a lot, oh yeah And anywhere you go My whole crew's gonna know You can't hide from the block, oh no. [PRAZ:] Ready or not, refugees takin' over The Buffalo soldier, dread-lock rhasta On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber Crews run for cover, now they're under pushin' up flowers Superfly true lies, do or die, Toss me high - only puff la, With my crew from lock high I refugee from Guantanamo Bay Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay [Chorus (Lauryn) REPEAT 3X:] Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide Gonna Find You and Make You Want Me

How'm I Gonna Find You Now

JAMES MCMURTRY "Complicated Game"
I've got a cup of black coffee so I don't get lazy I've got a rattle in the dashboard driving me crazy And if I hit it with my fist it'll quit for a little while Gonna have to stop and take a piss in another mile Headed into town gonna meet you at the mercantile Take it to the Sonic get you grinning like a crocodile I got a hole in the floorboard sucking in fumes I'll leave the hitchhiker standing 'cause I haven't got room Well he looked kinda scary so I didn't like him anyway Could've been a con from the state prison runaway Anyway he probably hadn't showered in a couple days No one but a fool would've given him the time of day,yeah Just listen close I'll tell you how I feel You need to know so I'll talk slow I always keep it real I see the red light blinking in the middle of town But I don't see your car parked anywhere around And I'm smoking into town like a molotov cocktail Rag in the gas cap flapping loose never fails Cell phone's down 'cause they didn't get the check I mailed How'm I gonna find you now How'm I gonna find you now I remember when I met you I's in love in one fell swoop You had a blade in your pocket and a rag in your belt loop Guys hovering 'round the bar like gulls on the ocean At the end of your shift just in case you got the notion Watch you washin' all the glassware, poetry in motion I'd a'roped the moon for you How'm I gonna find you now How'm I gonna find you now Just listen close I'll tell you how I feel You need to know so I'll talk slow I won't let go of this obsessive zeal I've got a mad coming on and it's gonna be dreadful Now I'm washing down my blood pressure pill with a Red Bull I hit the city limit sign and I'm blind and I'm seeing red Uniroyal tire on the right rear throwing tread You oughta see the x-rated scene running in my head Big as a baby's arm how'm I gonna find you now How'm I gonna find you now

California Blues (Blue Yodel #4)

JOHN FOGERTY "The Blue Ridge Rangers"
I'm goin' to California, where they sleep out every night, yeah. I'm goin' to California, where they sleep out every night, yeah. I'm leavin' you, Mama, 'cause you know you don't treat me right. Let me tell you somethin', Mama that you don't know, Let me tell you somethin', good gal that you don't know, Yeah, I'm a do-right Papa, and got a home everywhere I go. I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave here, Lord, Lord. I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave you here, I may rob you blind, I ain't got not railroad fare. Come on in here. Listen to me, Mama, while I sing this song, Lord. Listen to your Daddy sing you this lonesome song. You got me worried now, but I won't be worried long. I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave here, hey, hey, hey. I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave you here, I may rob you blind, I ain't got not railroad fare. Honey, get over here.

California Riots

JAMEY JOHNSON "The Guitar Song"
Well I pulled off the Gravel, with my California dreams Leaving everything I ever loved behind. Well I left Alabama, but it never once left me. And it's still the only refuge in my mind. Where you gonna be when half of California riots, Where you gonna run to when the lights go out. Well I won't be hangin' out in California, I won't try it. Buddy I'll be up and headed south. All the women here look perfect, and it hardly ever rains, And for some folks here I'm sure it's paradise. Well I'll dabble With the fortune, rub elbows with the fame. But I'll be damned if this is where I'm gonna die. Hey where you gonna be when half of California riots, where you gonna run to when the lights go out. Well I won't be hangin' out in California, I won't try it. Buddy I'll be up and headed south. I never thought I'd get to see the inside of a limousine or a beauty shop on south Rodeo Drive. Or being sucked into a world where things are seldom what they seem, makes you wonder how you'll make it out alive. Yeah where you gonna be when half of California riots, where you gonna run to when the lights go out. Well I won't be hangin' out in California, I won't try it. Buddy I'll be up and headed south. Oh buddy I'll be up and headed south.

Bakersfield

JERROD NIEMANN "Judge Jerrod & The Hung Jury"
She was born in Central California just as sweet as the fruit on her daddys farm. And my best friend said man I gotta warn ya she's a city girl with a little country charm. We all met up out in San Jose with the top down we headed for the bay. And with her hair blowing in the breeze she leaned and whispered my name is Tiffany. But I called her Bakersfeild and it would always make her smile. Don't know where she is today but she was mine for awhile. Every time I drive through the California hills I find my mind is on Bakersfeild. A couple sunsets and mimosa mornings I got more than my share of kisses on the beach. Till Sunday found us too early with out warning. And she was once in my arms and now she's outta reach. Oh I called her Bakersfeild and it would always make her smile. Don't know where she is today but she was mine for awhile. Every time I drive through the California hills I find my mind is on Bakersfeild. Yeah every time I drive through the California hills I find my mind is on Bakersfeild. Mmm Bakersfeild

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