John Hiatt - Cherry Red (2008)

From the album Same Old Man in 2008



I was thinking back
To the first time we met
Over plangent chords
In a sad vignette
You were waving goodbye
In a cherry red corvette
And your lips were too
Cherry red that is, with the sky so blue
It was almost mean and your eyes were too
So blue that is, now I am too
And my heart burns cherry red for you

Now my heart burns cherry red for you
Like a fire of beech wood, the saw don't like it
But you get some cut, one match will strike it
And the embers glow till the wee small hours
When the old seems almost new
That's when my heart burns cherry red for you

It was cherry red with custom flames
At the hot rod show when the Kingsmen came
And that bass guitar, it rattled my frame
And it shook you too
The corvette was Big Daddy Roth's design
Get your picture for a dollar
And have it signed
First you got yours then I got mine
And my heart burned cherry red for you

Now my heart burns cherry red for you
Like a fire of beech wood, the saw don't like it
But you get some cut, one match will strike it
And the embers glow till the wee small hours
When the old seems almost new
That's when my heart burns cherry red for you

That's when my heart
Burns cherry red
My heart burns cherry red
That's when my heart burns
Cherry red for you

Now that fake blue sky,
It sure looks real
Like you were goin'
To California to make a deal
With the God of youth,
With the man of steel
Waving toodle-oo

Now if I was young,
I might track you down
But this old picture is all I found
Now my bones are shakin',
My teeth are ground down
And my heart burns cherry red for you

Now my heart burns cherry red for you
Like a fire of beech wood, the sun don't like it
But you get some cut, one match will strike it
And the embers glow till the wee small hours
When the old seems almost new
That's when my heart burns cherry red
That's when my heart burns cherry red
That's when my heart burns cherry red for you

Roxy Music - Virginia Plain (1972)

From the album Roxy Music in 1972



Make me a deal and make it straight
All signed and sealed, i´ll take it
To robert e. lee i´ll show it
I hope and pray he don´t blow it ´cause
We´ve been around a long time just try try try tryin´ to
Make the big time...
Take me on a roller coaster
Take me for an airplane ride
Take me for a six days wonder but don´t you
Don´t you throw my pride aside besides
What´s real and make believe
Baby jane´s in acapulco we are flyin´ down to rio

Throw me a line i´m sinking fast
Clutching at straws can´t make it
Havana sound we´re trying hard edge the hipster jiving
Last picture shows down the drive-in
You´re so sheer you´re so chic
Teenage rebel of the week
Flavours of the mountain steamline
Midnight blue casino floors
Dance the cha-cha through till sunrise
Open up exclusive doors oh wow!
Just like flamingos look the same
So me and you, just we two got to search for something new
Far beyond the pale horizon
Some place near the desert strand
Where my studebaker takes me
That´s where i´ll make my stand but wait
Can´t you see that holzer mane?
What´s her name virginia plain

Elvis Presley - That's All Right Mama (1954)

From a single of 1954



Well, that's all right, mama
That's all right for you
That's all right mama, just anyway you do
Well, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do

Mama she done told me,
Papa done told me too
'Son, that gal your foolin' with,
She ain't no good for you'
But, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do

I'm leaving town, baby
I'm leaving town for sure
Well, then you won't be bothered with
Me hanging 'round your door
Well, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do.

The Clash - Lost in the supermarket (1979)

From the album London Calling in 1979



Im all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality

I wasnt born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see

I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
Thats how its been all around me

Chorus

Im all tuned in, I see all the programmes
I save coupons from packets of tea
Ive got my giant hit discoteque album
I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free

The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls
Make me noises for company
Long distance callers make long distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely

Chorus

And its not hear
It disappear
Im all lost

Cream - White Room (1968)

From the album Wheels of Fire in 1968



In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.

Ill wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.

Ill wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
Shes just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

Ill sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

Jane's Addiction - Jane Says (1988)

From the album Nothing's Shocking in



Jane says
I'm done with Sergio
He treats me like a ragdoll
She hides
The television
Says I don't owe him nothing,
But if he comes back again
Tell him to wait right here for me
Or just
Try again tomorrow
I'm gonna kick tomorrow
Gonna kick tomorrow

Jane says
Have you seen my wig around?
I feel naked without it
She knows
They all want her to go
But that's O.K. man
She dont like them anyway
Jane says
She's goin away to spain
When she gets my money saved
I'm gonna start tomorrow
I'm gonna kick tomorrow
Gonna kick tomorrow

She gets mad
Starts to cry
She takes a swing but
She cant hit
She don't mean no harm
She just don't know
What else to do about it

Jane goes
To the store at 8:00
She walk up on St. Andrews
She waits
And gets her dinner there
She pulls her dinner
From her pocket
Jane says
I've never been in love
I don't know what it is
Only knows if someone wants her
I want them if they want me
I only know they want me

She gets mad
And she starts to cry
She takes a swing man
She cant hit!
She don't mean no harm
She just dont know
What else to do about it

Jane says
Jane says

The Byrds - Eight Miles High (1966)

From the album Fifth Dimension in 1966



Eight miles high and when you touch down
You’ll find that it’s stranger than known
Signs in the street that say where you’re going
Are somewhere just being their own

Nowhere is there warmth to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town known for it’s sound
In places small faces unbound

Round the squares huddled in storms
Some laughing some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines
Some living some standing alone

Big Star - Feel (1972)

From the album #1 Record in 1972



Girlfriend, what what are you doing?
You're driving me to ruin
The love that you've been stealing
Has given me the feeling
I feel like I'm dying
I'm never gonna live again
You just ain't been trying
It's getting very near the end
I feel like I'm dying
I'm never gonna live again
You just ain't been trying
It's getting very near the end
Wondering what are you doing
You're driving me to ruin
The love that you've been stealing
Has given me the feeling
I feel like I'm dying
I'm never gonna live again
You just ain't been trying
It's getting very near the end
I feel like I'm dying
I feel like I'm dying

Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - Dig Lazarus Dig!!! (2008)

From the album Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! in 2008



[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Back in that hole.]

Larry made his nest up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air
He collected up some baby-blasted mothers, they took their chances
And for a while they lived quite happily up there

He came from New York City, man, but he couldn’t take the pace
He thought it was like doggy dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Fransiscan girl

I can hear my mother wailing and a whole lot of scraping of chairs
I don’t know what it is, but there’s definitely something going on upstairs

[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)

[Back in that hole]

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig)

Yeah, New York City, he had to get out there
And San Fransisco, well, I don't know
And then to L.A., where he spent about a day
He thought even the pale sky-stars were smart enough to keep well away from L.A.

Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies
Like miss Boo and miss Quick
He stockpiled weapons and took potshots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair

I can hear chants and incantations and some guy is mentioning me in his prayers
Well, I don’t know what it is, but there’s definitely something going on upstairs

[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)
[Back in that hole]

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig)

Well, New York City, man, San Francisco, LA, I don’t know
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised up from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams

Anyway, to cut a long story short
Fame finally found him, mirrors became his torturers
Cameras snapped him at every chance
The women all went back to their homes and their husbands
With secret smiles in the corners of their mouths

He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a dopefiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave
Ah, poor Larry

But what do we really know of the dead
And who actually cares?

Well, I don’t know what it is, but there’s definitely something going on upstairs

[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)
[Back in that hole]

[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)
[Back in that hole]

The who - The seeker (1970)

From the album Meaty, Beaty, Big and Bouncy in 1971



I've looked under chairs
I've looked under tables
I've tried to find the key
To fifty million fables

chorus:
They call me The Seeker
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked The Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he couldn't help me either

chorus

People tend to hate me
'Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes
They want to shake my hand

Focusing on nowhere
Investigating miles
I'm a seeker
I'm a really desperate man

I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I learned how to raise my voice in anger
Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile?
I'm happy when life's good
And when it's bad I cry
I've got values but I don't know how or why

I'm looking for me
You're looking for you
We're looking in at each other
And we don't know what to do

chorus