Lavender windows and burgundy doors. Olive green pillows on ebony floors. The lightest of wine could have been mine. It should have been mine. . Promises kept and promises broken.
Listen to my bassman, he is lavender. His woman is his bass and he is loving her, loving her. Listen to the sounds he's giving. As he is living, true to lavender.
It's been raining here in Long Beach. The dampness in the air. Tends to straighten out my hair. Against my wishes. . But the traces of a song reach. My tattered ear once more.
In my mind. The golden silver statues turn to tin. And I find. Confidence is just a place I've been. In my mind. . I was kind. When poppa's begging friendship came to me.
If I Could Be Anywhere-Jackson Browne. Sliding on the shimmering surface between two worlds. Standing at the center of time as it uncurls. Cutting through the veil of illusion.
I've been out walking. I don't do too much talking these days, these days. These days I seem to think a lot. About the things that I forgot to do. And all the times I had the chance to.
I'm standing here and hoping for you. Holding my door open for you now. Ask just what you will of me. I'll bend just like a willow tree. . And now I'm holdin'.
Well, it's funny you should ask me how I feel. As the scenes before my eyes begin to reel. I can't remember how long I cried. I can't remember how hard I tried.
Did you see our brother. he was here the other day. but he only came to say that he was leaving. did you see his lady. she was looking where he'd gone.
I'm here at Fourth and Main. Been standing in the rain. I feel no joy, I feel no pain. I got nothing to lose, nothing to gain. I'm at Fourth and Main.
Everybody I talk to is ready to leave. With the light of the morning. They've seen the end coming down long enough to believe. That they've heard their last warning.
Doctor, my eyes have seen the years. And the slow parade of fears without crying. Now I want to understand. I have done all that I could. To see the evil and the good without hiding.
Once I was on my own and falling. Once I was all alone and calling. For someone, anyone today. To help me just a little on my way. . And then I took a look around.
Some of them were dreamers. And some of them were fools. Who were making plans and thinking of the future. With the energy of the innocent. They were gathering the tools.
I'm a moody and swirling pool, lost in some dark wood. Angry at a million things and more. I can do no good. Ah, but sometimes. . Sometimes, I'm a growing blade of grass.
I am a child in these hills. I am away. I am alone. I am a child in these hills. And looking for water. And looking for life. . Who will show me the river and ask my name?.
I've been waiting for something to happen. For a week or a month or a year. With the blood in the ink of the headlines. And the sound of the crowd in my ear.
© Swallow Turn Music (ASCAP). . Keep the fire burning in your eyes. Pay attention to the open sky. You never know what will be coming down. . I don't remember losing track of you.
Jamaica was the lovely one, I played her well. As we lay in the tall grass where the shadows fell. Hiding from the children so they would not tell. We would stay there 'til her sister rang the evening bell.
Oh people, look around you. The signs are everywhere. You've left it for somebody other than you. To be the one to care. You're lost inside your houses.