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Rose Tattoo

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Bluebird Lyrics OVER AND AGAIN Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP} She had a black rose tattoo On her right hand wrist She had the Golden Rule Down low on her hip And I never loved her But, I told her I did Over and over again… I was dreaming of you, she said In your sharp black suit, she said With your ten dollar words And your five dollar shoes I bet you still got that cigarette smile And your country boy blues And you sing it over and over again She said you sing it like you mean it But, it’s just some stupid song But little ballerina it’s my favorite when you dance along Nothing ever sounded better than this scratchy old record I’m so happy that you threw it on And you just let it spin Over and over again She pulls the needle off the record, throws her favorite old record on Now it’s worn out and cracklin’ She’s happy it’s her favorite song She twirls around and around and around Until it’s over and gone Just to start all over again She plays it over and over, over and over again She said you sing it like you mean it, but… The sunlight creeps in And shines on the mirror The night’s passed us by And morning is here But if you gotta go Go safely my dear And the record just skips at the end Over and over, over and over again Just skips… MORNING CIGARETTES Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP} It’s a long way to the top with your pockets full of sand I saw the Devil on the tele I was playing in the band Your father’s eyes were vacant when they came to take the land Baby, what’s it gonna take for you to go? On a string around his neck A leper carries both his hands And out over the ocean pilots wonder where to land You know we’d probably live forever If we just follow the plan But, baby what’s it gonna take to let it go Well, if you find out honey won’t you let me know Another morning cigarette We were born with neither memories nor regret And if I called your name You’d come from miles away I bet You’re on your way But you’re not here just yet Now the seven saddest soldiers that had ever lost a war You know they shot the sky with rifles in dress blue uniforms Singing Lord if you can’t keep him Send him someplace warm Where he doesn’t hear the voices anymore They got the different colored pills for different times throughout the day They got the long term side effects, the world has turned to gray The lady at the door just told me God was on his way I told her tell Him to stop by and say “hello” Cause if he’s in town there’s some folks that would like to know Another morning cigarette… FORMER QUEEN OF SPAIN Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP} Now the rich man and the poor man and the former queen of Spain Have all had someone like you, they all have gone away And the fact that time will crawl or fly depending on the day Makes every kiss a gift and everyone of us a saint If that ain’t love It’s close enough I heard my angel crying out she’d fallen from God’s grace She’d had enough, she drank the blood, she couldn’t stand the taste From there to here’s a long way down but baby I can wait I might be a fool to catch ya, let ya fall’d just be a waste If that ain’t love It’s close enough I should have took a breath instead I wired my jaw shut I breathed deep through my nose and prayed my clothes’d turned to dust Stand naked as a babe the day I finally gave up When all I’d say became profane I would not give a f. If that ain’t love, It’s close enough My eyes wandered round the crash site for to find your missing parts I found your head, your perfect legs and your million dollar heart To my surprise I caught a cop he was climbing in the car I was flashlight blind, jaws of life could not pry us apart If that ain’t love It’s a lot of blood I woke up from my dream to someone screaming in the road He’d carved your name into his chest saying “baby please don’t go” When I woke you up you whispered wearily and cold You said “baby shut the shades it’s just someone I used to know, It wasn’t love. No, not like us.” But it’s close The day I lost my sight, I learned to fly, and I flew away I’d check on you from time to time just to make sure you’re OK And all at once you shot me down with a simple turn of phrase You said “If you got a secret, you should learn to keep it safe” Cause, that ain’t love But it’s close enough Now the rich man and the poor man and the former Queen of Spain… MRS. ROSENTHAL Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP}, Joe Firstman {Wives Tales Publishing BMI} Me and Mrs. Rosenthal We rarely wear no clothes Well, she calls me up, but not to talk I think I’ll go and see her tomorrow When’s she’s drinking in the afternoon Like she ain’t got a thing to do Well she told me she’s from Baton Rouge She singing like the Queen of Virginia She good for me like medicine She say her momma’s Mexican Well, I hope she wear that dress again I swear at times I can see right through it She say she like the way I talk She crazy ‘bout my lazy drawl She say it mixes well with alcohol Baby can I get ya, Honey let me get ya Darlin’ let me fix ya up good That’s why I’m singing to ya Me and Mrs. Rosenthal… She wears me out In the finest way She making sure my spine is straight I’m singing pardon me you highness Little darling how’d you get so good, so good, so good That’s why I’m singing to ya Me and Mrs. Rosenthal… HIGH SCHOOL DRUGS Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP} Hey Julianna you must be tired You’ve been running all day and running all night Now the sun’s coming up in a big pink sky You got the radio on you look just fine Now with the radio on, you look just fine Hey Julianna I won’t leave town Just lie right here and I won’t make a sound When you wake up you can talk me down When I’m walking around with my head in the clouds Just a walking around with my head in the clouds And I’d watch them all float away Before I’d leave you (Repeat) Find myself hummin’ the songs you’d sung I remember you singing when we were young Just driving around on high school drugs We had that sunrise kind of love Just driving around on high school drugs And I’d watch them all float away Before I’d leave you… BOY WITH NO NAME Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP} Saw her just sitting there, sunk in her shoulders And this kind of thing, will usually blow over’ But, it ain’t blowin’ over It’s a new kind of pain She cries for the boy with no name We must have missed the last chance oasis Free drinks all around Sun on our faces At just the right time, in just the right places She cries for the boy with no name She says “Waltz with me Darlin, Watch the stars fallin, and know that I came When I heard you callin’ This heartache’s a game that nobody wins right away” And it’s always the same, When she cries for the boy with no name. Creased in the corner, cards on the table Between secrets and dreams, who’s got the angle And time is a spy that grows blinder each day When she cries for the boy with no name We must have missed the last chance oasis… She says “Waltz with me Darlin…” She cries and she cries and she cries She cries all night (Repeat) SOPHIA Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP} Senora, Sophia, circa 1975 Well, she joined ‘em Can’t beat ‘em Everybody saw how she tried They just broke her down As we all know they’ll do And she can joke about it now You know she still looks good, Lenora, oil painter She gave me one to hang on the wall Well, she burned out Can’t blame her But, now she never bothers to draw at all, at all, at all And, they just broke her down But, she was younger then And man I hope she works it out She’s a real good kid Never meant to do what she did She a real good kid Senora, Sophia, circa 1975 (Repeat) YOUR BROTHER, THE POET Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP} So, you scratched at the door Like a cat in the rain And at that I had you Dead to rights So I looked to be sure That your hair was the same But something had scared you Ghostly white So, I lent you a coat And it fell off your shoulders I laughed at the way It swallowed you whole Girl, it’s so nice to see ya How long has it been Since Los Angeles has seen any snow And your brother’s up in New York City The city that he loved so well And he’s plagiarizing promises With the ghost of Dylan Thomas On the ninth floor of the Chelsea Hotel So a penny a thought And a nickel a prayer If we just save a little It’ll just get us there So give back the nickels That I’ve tossed in the well Cause summer in San Francisco Is colder than hell So I dressed up the truth, In a big blue hat, And I walked the old girl right down to the service, And they all asked about you, And the troubles you’ve had And everyone seemed to believe You deserved it And your brother’s up in New York City…. I looked all around And no one could find you Just had to remind you Of the girl on a train She was waving and scared She was tangled and fair Hair danced in the window As the train pulled away GLORY HALLELUJAH Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP} I ‘m trapped here by the sound Of the sleeping soldiers now And the cars out on the street Well they never screamed so loud And the voices in my head They whisper true and proud And something that they’ve said has got a whole new meaning now Singing glory hallelujah How that pain it’ll shoot right through ya And it sure was fine to knew ya But, I’m gone, gone, gone Lord I’m feelin’ fine Drinkin’ sacramental wine Got me swimming toward the sky Til I get caught up in a bind Lucky, I built the kids a shrine, That we worship all the time We just roll the dice and pine All the loss of love and crime Singing “Glory Hallelujah… Until we’re left with only hollow thoughts And memories we’ve won and lost Tied our hands with golden knots And went to tell the others… and I told em I got a girl at home Man, I left her all alone She was crying on the phone Man, I couldn’t bear to listen So I screamed ‘til I was tired I was full of kerosene and lies I told her, I forgot her eyes And couldn’t give a damn to kiss her Singing, glory hallelujah… (Repeat) And we were left with only broken glass, And memories of good things past Convinced myself that nothing lasts And went to tell the others… And I told em ADELINE Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP} You grabbed my hand And held on tight We floated down Past prying eyes And I’d never jumped dear From such great heights Were you not there, dear Adeline You got a voice dear That’s hard to find I hear it call me Each time I die It brings me back love, And you’re wearing white It’s all the time now, dear Adeline And we’ll wave goodbye to the punch drunk world Sugarcoat so sweet, little gum drop girl And I’m hopeless to believe in But, if you’ll just stay a while I’ll do anything you say Dear Adeline I caught you smiling I asked you why You said no reason I said baby that’s just fine Long as you’re happy Right by my side Your little gun shy grin, Adeline You’ll take no husband You’ll have no kids But you love your whiskey And all your friends They’ll break your back love But you’ll never cry Cause you never was like them Dear Adeline And we’ll waive goodbye to the punch drunk world CENTRAL PARK Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP} I met the last of the great painters Selling grass in Central Park He painted all he was afraid of ‘Til all the world was art And he’s a brilliant conversationalist His topics ranging near and far From the price of tea in China To the fastest foreign cars He knows a lot about the cars But he doesn’t have a license Doesn’t leave the neighborhood He doesn’t quite know where his wife is But he hopes she’s doing good She ran off to south of Sante Fe With some hippie throwing copper That was seven years ago today Well, he heard she had a daughter Well, he heard she had a daughter Oughta send her something nice he thought A book, a piece of jewelry But he don’t know what she likes And he thinks her name is Julie Partially and mostly right For her name is Julianna Probably pretty, probably shy Probably gets it from her momma She had a real good looking momma Not a single day goes by, He doesn’t think of her and wonder, Why she up and left him for some turquoise wearing sculptor But she always liked a dry heat She was raised in Arizona It’s a hundred ninety-five degrees At seven in the morning Doo do doo, do doo doo, doo do do, doo doo do I was walking through the park Trying to score a joint or two I was probably lying when I said I was a singer, Said he saw it in my eyes I was just an in-betweener Never stood up to a giant Never seen the Mona Lisa Never said nothing so defiant, so that anyone’d believe it No one’s gonna believe it Well he hasn’t touched a brush In long enough he could still wield it Saw a lot of things he’d like to paint But, he never could quite feel it And I’ve felt the same of song When there was no one there to listen But, it never was for them No, it never was for them No, it never was for anyone but me He said, I am not a wise man But I know you are mistaken Cause art is only yours Until the second you create it And I may have had a wife once And I may have been a painter But, right now I got these bags man And they’re fifty bucks an eighth That’s the going rate So, I thought I’d pick one up for ya Doo do doo, do do doo, do do doo, do do doo I was walking throught the park And I was on my way to see ya WAR ON WILCOX Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP} Where in the world do you come from? Where in the world do you go? Who dropped the dime on good reverend Jerome? He just took what he felt he was owed You rolled dice last night with Coretta Rolled twice and won me the world But you’d give it away if I let ya Crazy I tell ya, make me laugh out loud Like that time that I caught you in Austin, And you were carrying ten times your weight, I loved you as quick as I lost you But cost ain’t nothing to a rich man like me, It don’t mean a thing I found heaven in a three sided story, Heard my story in clear blue sky I got this brand new tattoo just this morning Covered your name up I melted my thumb like a candle, Sealed a letter that I’ll never send I wondered who taught you, the art of a scandal Is 99 5/16 what you put in, and we both put in. You lived through the war out on Wilcox Got bored with the billionaire’s tie You carried your teeth in a pillbox, Those nice pearly whites, Let me see you smile like one more time. Where in world… BLUEBIRD Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP} I was a bluebird Lost and alone Searching for shelter Far from my home Struggling to fly But you mended my wing And you’re sweeter than springtime I love how you’d sing You know the song To play when I’m gone No longer weary, Finally Home Watching from heaven With fond recollection My sisters and brethren Have all gathered round To help me to lay My burden down I was a preacher Robbed of my faith Surrounded by devils Suspicious of saints Drawn to temptation Drowning in sin But I found my salvation When you sang again You know the song… Bluebird flying home (Repeat) NEIGHBORHOOD Brian Wright {Suspension Publishing ASCAP} Where I live now Is a little red house Down on Wilcox and Fountain Los Angeles I sleep through the sirens Police lullabies And I ride My little black bicycle Down to Bogie’s And drag queen Cecilia She’s the last true believer She’s walking the Boulevard She’s handing out leaflets That nobody reads Cause they know all the secrets And the don’t need a reason To be, so scared And this ain’t no kind of scene, babe Why in the world would you follow me here And this ain’t no kind of scene Why in the world would you follow me here You followed me here My friends and my worries They got old in a hurry But no less deserving A fond farewell And bellbottomed cheapskates They’re all asleep in the heat wave And they wake up From their dreams Of the sixties Find that nothing has changed Baby nothing has changed And this ain’t no kind of scene Why in the world would you follow me here And you believe what you wanna believe And this ain’t no kind of scene And I hang out with singers Bunch of glass jawed bleeders Whose skin Is as thin As a leaf And there’s actors And dancers And more second chancers Than lights

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