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Rickie Lee Jones lyrics - It's Like This

On The Street Where You Live

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(A.J.Lerner, F.Loewe) I have often walked Down this street before But the pavement always stayed Beneath my feet before All at once am I Several stories high Knowing I'm On the street Where you live. Are there lilac trees In the heart of town? Can you hear a lark In any other part of town? Does enchantment pour Out of every door? No, it's just On the street Where you live. And oh, the tow'ring feeling Just to know Somehow you are near The overpow'ring feeling That any second You may suddenly appear. You know, People stop and stare, They don't bother me For there's nowhere else on earth That I would rather be Let the time go by, I don't care if I Can be here On the street Where you live. And oh, the tow'ring feeling Just to know Somehow you are near The overpow'ring feeling That any second You may suddenly appear. You know, People stop and stare, They don't bother me For there's nowhere else on earth That I would rather be Let the time go by, I don't care if I Can be here On the street Where you live Can be here On the street Where you live.

Recoil

ANI DIFRANCO "Knuckledown"
Come home and my guitar Has nothin to say to me I recoil from all my friends And then I'm in misery Been so long since I've been held Really since I was his Probably just need to be held That's probably all it is Course, then I think of my dad Who time travels mostly now Back to when he was free And holding out hope somehow Who sits all day in a line Of wheelchairs against a wall Inventing ways to play out time Like us all Like us all To all the people out there tonight Who are comforting themselves If you should happen to see my light You can stop and ring my bell I'm just sittin here in this sty Strewn with half written songs Taking one breath at a time Nothin much going on Nothin much going on Little flashing zero On my answering machine Rats scratching at my brain Brain shuffling its feet Yes I have my father's heart It may or may not keep on trying Can't really tell you what it is Keeps me this side of that dark line But I'm not there to take care of him And I'm not here to take care of me I'm going outside to watch the house burn down Across the street I'm going outside to watch the house burn down Across the street To all the people out there tonight Who are comforting themselves If you should happen to see my light You can stop and ring my bell I'm just sitting here in this sty Strewn with half written songs Taking one breath at a time Nothin much going on Nothin much going on

Cactus Texas

WAYLON JENNINGS "Right For The Time"
Do you remember Cactus Texas nothing but a wide place in the road Eighteen wheelers never go there main Street's just too narrow for the load A little town of honest people some we haven't seen for quite awhile I was young and restless and we both were full of dreams and running wild We left our old hometown and family barely had a nickel to our name We were out to win the world not once looking back or losing aim We hit the big town and the big time not a lot of effort in the deal But in the bargain we lost touch with one another and old feelings that were real In a big house up on easy street where too much never seems to be enough We're not the same two people far away from all the days when the times were rough Including you and I is separated by a wall It's not something we can talk about in fact we seldom even talk at all I don't think we realize how or why we ever came this far Let's go back to Cactus Texas maybe once we're there we'll find out where we are

The Load-Out

JACKSON BROWNE "Running On Empty"
(Jackson Browne & Bryan Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working for that minimum wage They'll set it up in another town Tonight the people were so fine They waited there in line And when they got up on their feet they made the show And that was sweet... But I can hear the sound Of slamming doors and folding chairs And that's a sound they'll never know Now roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You guys are the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come for my piano But the band's on the bus And they're waiting to go We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago or Detroit, I don't know We do so many shows in a row And these towns all look the same We just pass the time in our hotel rooms And wander 'round backstage Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd And we remember why we came Now we got country and western on the bus R and B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo We've got rural scenes & magazines We've got truckers on the CB We've got Richard Pryor on the video We got time to think of the ones we love While the miles roll away But the only time that seems too short Is the time that we get to play People you've got the power over what we do You can sit there and wait Or you can pull us through Come along, sing the song You know you can't go wrong 'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down You're going to wake up in your town But we'll be scheduled to appear A thousand miles away from here

Mr. Bad Example

WARREN ZEVON "Mr. Bad Example"
(Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderon) I started as an alter boy, working at the church Learning all my holy moves, doing some research Which led me to a cash box, labeled 'Children's Fund' I'd leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score I loaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan I'm very well aquainted with the seven deadly sins I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in I'm proud to be a glutton, and I don't have time for sloth I'm greedy, and I'm angry, and I don't care who I cross I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy Of course I went to law school and took a law degree And counseled all my clients to plead insanity Then worked in hair replacement, swindling the bald Where very few are chosen, and fewer still are called Then on to Monte Carlo to play chemin de fer I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair I put my last few francs down on a prostitute Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig? And fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide Looking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade I opened up an agency somewhere down the line To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me I'll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air And landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals I'll see you in the next life, wake me up for meals

Puzzle Piece

GABRIELLE APLIN "Never Fade"
A mans to keen to sell what I don't need The rain it falls down up off the street So many people, how do they all exist? It gets me thinking, but I shouldn't think like this I'm in danger of getting so lost. But then again is that part of the plot? So many people, whose problems I can't read. It gets me thinking, do they question the same thing? 'cause I can't take it all in all at the same time, time, time It comes like a flood that swallows you alive, live, live But suddenly it'll cut you free and point you to an empty space 'cause my everythings just a puzzle piece of what is actually happening, actually happening here This woman she has sadness in her eyes They pull me in but I can't see inside She has a life she leads, but it's nothing to do with me So how can I understand what I can't even see? 'cause I can't take it all in all at the same time, time, time It comes like a flood that swallows you alive, live, live But suddenly it'll cut you free and point you to an empty space 'cause my everythings just a puzzle piece of what is actually happening, actually happening here These thoughts will weigh me down 'til I can't breathe I'll slot myself back in the puzzle, where I should be where I should be

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