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| Topic: Woke up, walked in my kitchen... | |
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcgQ7T9DvVU
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin our best to deny it And Louise holds a handfull of rain, tempting you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover SO entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind. 
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train We can hear the night watcman click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane Louise she's all right she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna's not here
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall Oh, how can I explain ? It's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze I can't find my knees" Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him" But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much, can ya man " As she, herself prepares for him And Madonna, she still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps to the road He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
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 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QmFn36pRVHo
Our conversation was short and sweet It nearly swept me off-a my feet And I'm back in the rain oh oh And you're on dry land You made it there somehow You're a big girl now. Bird on the horizon sitting on the fence He's singing his song for me at his own expense And I'm just like that bird oh oh Singing just for you I hope that you can hear Hear me singing through these tears. Time is a jet plane it moves so fast Oh but what a shame if all we've shared can't last I can change I swear oh oh See what you can do I can make it through You can make it too. Love is so simple to quote a phrase You've known it all the time I'm learning it these days Oh I know where I can find you oh oh In somebody's room It's a price I had to pay You're a big girl all the way. A change in the weather is known to be extreme But what's the sense of changing horses in midstream ? I'm going out of my mind oh oh With a pain that stops and starts Like a corkscrew to my heart Ever since we've been apart. |
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0cRGSlwBBk&feature=related
Buckets of rain Buckets of tears Got all them buckets coming out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand You got all the love honey baby I can stand. I been meek And hard like and oak I seen pretty people disappear like smoke Friends will arrive friends will disappear If you want me honey baby I'll be here. I like your smile And your fingertips I like the way that you move your lips I like the cool way you look at me Everything about you is bringing me Misery. Little red wagon Little red bike I ain't no monkey but I know what I like I like the way you love me strong and slow I'm taking you with me honey baby When I go. Life is sad Life is a bust All ya can do is do what you must You do what you must do and ya do it well I'll do it for you honey baby can't you tell? |
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If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnDcTy7iF2s&feature=related Early one morning the sun was shining I was laying in bed Wondering if she'd changed it all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough And I was standing on the side of the road Rain falling on my shoes Heading out for the East Coast Lord knows I've paid some dues getting through Tangled up in blue. She was married when we first meet Soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam I guess But I used a little too much force We drove that car as far as we could Abandoned it out West Split it up on a dark sad night Both agreeing it was best She turned around to look at me As I was walking away I heard her say over my shoulder "We'll meet again someday on the avenue" Tangled up in blue. I had a job in the great north woods Working as a cook for a spell But I never did like it all that much And one day the ax just fell So I drifted down to New Orleans Where I happened to be employed Working for a while on a fishing boat Right outside of Delacroix But all the while I was alone The past was close behind I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind and I just grew Tangled up in blue. She was working in a topless place And I stopped in for a beer I just kept looking at her side of her face In the spotlight so clear And later on as the crowd thinned out I's just about to do the same She was standing there in back of my chair Said to me "Don't I know your name ?" I muttered something underneath my breath She studied the lines on my face I must admit I felt a little uneasy When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe Tangled up in blue. She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe "I thought you'd never say hello" she said "You look like the silent type" Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burning coal Pouring off of every page Like it was written in my soul from me to you Tangled up in blue I lived with them on Montague Street In a basement down the stairs There was music in the cafes at night And revolution in the air Then he started into dealing with slaves And something inside of him died She had to sell everything she owned And froze up inside And when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn The only thing I knew how to do Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew Tangled up in blue. So now I'm going back again I got to get her somehow All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians Some are carpenter's wives Don't know how it all got started I don't what they're doing with their lives But me I'm still on the road Heading for another joint We always did feel the same We just saw it from a different point of view Tangled up in Blue. |
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Edited by
MahanMahan
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Sun 02/08/09 02:13 AM
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kae_sWid5M8&feature=related
If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you Oh honey you turn me on I'm a radio I'm a country station I'm a little bit corny I'm a wildwood flower Waving for you Broadcasting tower Waving for you And I'm sending you out This signal here I hope you can pick it up Loud and clear I know you don't like weak women You get bored so quick And you don't like strong women 'Cause they're hip to your tricks It's been dirty for dirty Down the line But you know I come when you whistle When you're loving and kind But if you've got too many doubts If there's no good reception for me Then tune me out, 'cause honey Who needs the static It hurts the head And you wind up cracking And the day goes dismal From "Breakfast Barney" To the sign-off prayer What a sorry face you get to wear I'm going to tell you again now If you're still listening there If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you If you're lying on the beach With the transistor going Kick off the sand cause honey The love's still flowing If your head says forget it But your heart's still smoking Call me at the station The lines are open |
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...and the beat goes on, the beat goes on
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Boogie Woogie...
 
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Edited by
meanmarthajean
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Mon 02/09/09 09:04 PM
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... Well, when I get up in the morning...and come down stairs...I begin to 'look' around the house...usually on the floor, (2 cats and 2 dogs) so now you understand. I am prepared for either a dog that dropped 'the kids' off at the pool(do-do) or a whole roll of paper towels or T.Paper shredded throughout the house...its so much fun here in the mornings.................
 
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tHqaRMLXMwU&feature=related
Oh the heads that turn Oh, the heads that turn Make my back burn Make my back burn Oh the heads that turn And those heads that turn Make my back burn Make my back, make my back burn The sparkle in your eyes Keeps me alive The sparkle in your eyes The sparkle in your eyes Keeps me alive Keeps me alive And the sparkle in your eyes And the world and the world Keeps me alive, keeps me alive The world turns around And the world and the world The world The world drags me down And the world turns around Oh the heads that turn The world and the world, yeah Make my back burn The world drags me down The fire in your eyes keeps me alive The fire in your eyes keeps me alive Oh, the heads that turn Im sure in her youll find Make my back burn The sanctuary And those heads that turn Im sure in her youll find Make my back, make my back burn, yeah The sanctuary And the world and the world Yeah-hey... The world turns around And the world and the world The fire in your eyes The world drags me down Keeps me alive And the fire in your eyes Keeps me alive Im sure in her youll find 
The sanctuary
Im sure in her youll find
The sanctuary
And the world The world turns around And the world and the world The world drags me down And the world and the world and the world The world turns around And the world and the world and the world and the world The world drags me down Ah... Hey-yeah... And the world And the world turns around And the world and the world Yeah, the world drags me down And the world Yeah, the world turns around And the world and the world The world drags me down Sanctuary Sanctuary Sanctuary Sanctuary |
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