Tytuł: Traces of the western slopes

• Wykonawca: Rickie Lee Jones
• Wyświetleń: 262

We go down round
   The far side of the tracks
   Lolitas playing dominoes and poker
   Behind their daddy's shacks
   Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys
   On a pearl splashing glass
   If they give us any flack
   If they come up on our ass
   We'll just give 'em the go-by
   The Cadillac pass
  
   Take me now
   From the blue and pale room I'd follow
   Through the faces and the traces of
   Treasure I keep hearing inside me
   Madmen throw their voices
   From pretty boys
   And from the best ones
   You pick up connections
   As they hand you your directions
   To the Western Slope
  
   I lied to my angel so I could take you downtown
   I'd lie to anybody there was nobody else around
   And I know what people say about me
   But I lied to my angel and now he can't find me
  
   I'm sorry
   I saw him
   I saw him
   Laughing
   I could hear them
   Laughing
   Alive
   I could hear them
  
   E. A. Poe
   And Johnny Johnson
   If you dial in
   They're calling from the Western Slope
   Who's the thin thread of light
   That keeps you strangled in the scenery
   That follows my voice --- can you se me?
   Then follow my voice
  
   Who raised this banner?
   That no one hears --- The Jack
   Beneath the axis
   Digging under the current
   Someone's trying to get back
   But who's qualified to retrieve
   The soul's enduring song?
   From the grottos of her eyes
   And the clashing stars
  
   E. A. Poe
   And Johnny Johnson
   If you dial in
   They're calling from the Western Slope
   Who's the thin thread of light
   That keeps you strangled in the scenery
   That follows my voice --- can you se me?
   Then follow my voice --- see me?