Lyrics:
was the place where things might work out right
Couldn't have found a worse place for holding women tight
By now it comes to me I'm just trying to hang
The auras of the world
Are always suffusing our heads
Faces passing by
Some to notice and some to forget
Our shadows stay behind
Where once we were condemned
is there
and Sylvia combs her hair
just like nothing really happened
they'll carry on as before...
but this thing won't work, will it, any more.
You take off from work a bit early
The boss doesn't care if you stay
The guard with the key has to check your ID
But he'd just as soon blow you away
Passing by the metho's gate she dropped something
'Cos our town doesn't stand there anymore
And my town, it is a teacher
All trucks and beers and memories
Standing on the corner
I didn't mean no harm
When a big policeman
Grabbed me by the arm
Now, it was down in Memphis
On the corner of Beale and Main
madness, with each setting sun
I put my hair down, and I dreamt you were here
With me by the old tree, where no one could care
Far away boys, far away
And what's your game?
Arm in arm by the garage wall
Oh, so that's his name?
Oh yes, I knew I'd seen his face before
You know I haven't worn
I used to do my utmost to suspend belief
Until the day it hit me like a kick in the teeth
In the sensitivity stakes you're less than a non-starter
I used to do my utmost to suspend belief
Until the day it hit me like a kick in the teeth
In the sensitivity stakes you're less than a non-starter
madness, with each setting sun
I put my hair down, and I dreamt you were here
With me by the old tree, where no one could care
Far away boys, far away
Well, what's this new feeling coming out of the streets
Everybody's talking â??bout it wherever they meet
Down by the corner, I keep getting
Hit the perfect level in the blood.
Sweet black syrup go-go jet stream
Hardline the blood brain barrier.
Gotta get the head up in the red.
Work
Won't work this morning
I can't punch in
There's too many questions
Under my skin
My back is achin'
I'm so confused
I can't help feeling like
and drugs and gold
it didn't work, I couldn't fill the hole
I'd walk a hundred miles
a thousand miles, a million miles
two steps step out
towards your
Used to do my chores, now you're acting like a whore
Phones at my crib with you off to the store
For now, you don't love me no more?
Hey, by the way
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
angel landing in my arms
i can't take it anymore
i'm trying to sweep up the yard
i'm trying to get out the door
they want me to reject the veils
must agree
I can make this work a whole lot better
And I think I know you very well
I don't know 'til I try
I won't let you pass me by
Baby I wanna get
Something about a hard day's work sure makes a beer taste better Something about these dirty old boots and their warn in leather Something about
It was Tuesday afternoon
I got home from work right soon
I turned on the TV and what did I see?
I saw World War III staring back at me
I thought I
There's a fire
on Junk Island where
they send their garbage
is anybody listening?
After work we'll watch
the seagulls diving in
and out
remember when you said you cared
And that you would never be ensnared
By the lure of the music biz
'Cos you were doing it all "for the kids"
Now that
our refusal to look left,
when it felt so right. Come hither!
That scent says more in memory,
that scent works to disguise the stench of a crash
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