In every woman and man lies the seed of the fear. Of just how alone are all who live here. Denying the fear is the name of the game. To stare at the fear is going insane.
(Rodney Crowell). In this modern world we're livin' in. The rules ain't like they've ever been. Speakin' of spreading it thin. That's what you do, flashing your soul.
(Rosanne Cash). . Sometimes it's hard to find words. And sometimes the words seem too hard. Maybe we're feeling insecure. Vecause we're still not used to our parts.
Do you wanna be honest. Or do you wanna win?. You could have it all. If you could gracefully give in. . Like when a martyr go sees a martyr. Lookin' in the mirror makes you cry harder.
Down around Biloxi. Pretty girls are swimming in the sea. Holy looks like sisters in the ocean. The boy will fill his pale salty water. And the storms will blow from afterwards new long ways.
Rosanne, baby come on. . It was a black Cadillac drove you away. Everybody's talkin'. But they don't have much to say. There was a black sky of rain. None of it fell.
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father, John R. "Johnny" Cash, lived. Has no one else figured this out yet?.
Baptize her with bitter tears till she knows your pain is real.. Next time you see her on her knees, don't try to make a deal.. Don't stare her into silence, with frozen point of view..
It's a hard road but it fits your shoes. Son of rhythm, brother of the blues. The sound of darkness, the pull of the oak. Everything is broken and painted in smoke.
If you miss the train I'm on. Then you'll know that I have gone. You can hear the whistle blow a 100 miles. . A 100 miles, a 100 miles. A 100 miles, one hundred miles.
Last night awaken from a dream with the. headlights blazing from a train and the old man. leaning on the throttle and the brakeman. passing round the bottle, that full moon dancing.
I'm going down to Florence, gonna wear a pretty dress. I'll sit on top the magic wall with the voices in my head. Then we'll drive on through to Memphis, past the strongest shores.
AIN'T NO MONEY. . (Rodney Crowell). . Everyday now I hear people say. My ship is sailin' could be any day. Any day now it might not feel so blue. My baby tells me stop and look around.
I treat him like a stallion. I treat him like a lamb. I treat him like a pot of gold. He treats me like a clown. It's daggers when he looks at me. Bullets when he speaks.
Someone was round here asking questions. about someone who looks like you.. I said I don't know where you are.. Sounded like he was going to be back someday..
I knew no vices and I knew no sins. I knew the words but they didn't sink in. Stayed out those tunnels that pull people down. There's more of those tunnels in your home town.
You're one of those elephant hunters from Ebbsfleet. Primordial superman. I know the trouble you've gotten in. Leave this trouble half cottoned down. .
Tickle me pink, I'm rosy as a flushed red apple skin. Except I've never been as sweet. I've rolled around the orchard and found myself too awkward. And tickle me green, I'm too naive.
They're taking pictures of the man from God. I hope his cassock's clean. The burden of being our holy fellas. Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam. .
Rob lived in a box by the rails. Only thing he knew, you don't fail. When you live in a box by the rails. Don't comb your hair, don't comb your tail. .