Альбом Indigo Girls

Words and Music: Amy Ray, Chris McGuire, Cooper Seay, Brian Lilje, and Scott
Bland

From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart
The drugs of initiation, the bottom of a barrel that drops
I understand your causes sympathize with motivation
All the details of this war are just self-infatuation

1 2 3
Nothing's for free
4 5 6 
Pick up the sticks
And go home

Your manic blood runs thick my friend are you looking for a clean escape
What's left when the locks have all been broken young children of authority
Tell me how long can you be agile dancing between the alter and the merci seat
Now here's a chance to make a choice are you aware of the fire beneath your feet

1 2 3
Nothing's for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks
And go home
You better own up to me
Yeah Yeah
Go home

The basement lies within us
Our fear comes through the door
Now there's nothing left between us
As the fear becomes a roar

Once that wheel is in motion don't lose what you have found
We're talking bout the burning wheel of tongues everything that makes it go
round and round
We're all born in the devil's scorn he wants to see you die
I'm asking you, "are you true", and everything they say is a lie is a lie now

1 2 3
Nothing's for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks
And go 1 2 3
Nothing's for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks
And go 1 2 3 (we're all born)
Nothing's for free (in the devil's scorn)
1 2 3 (we're all born)
Nothing's for free (in the devil's scorn)
And everything they say is a lie it's a lie now
Everything they say is a lie it's a lie
Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
And go home

Words and Music: Amy Ray

From baby to best, there's no second test
Little storms destroy you
Here is the fame they promised to give you
Taking the place of my hand now

Did you try to be true?
What separates me from you now?
What separates me from you?

Did you borrow the soul, the soul that you sell now
What does your conscience tell you?
Where are the demons of your desire
Why does my love destroy you?

I said I tried to be true
What separates me from you now?
I said I tried, I tried to be true
What separates me from you now?
What separates me from you?

Tell me
Where is the fame, where is the fortune
Where is the world that denies you?
Who is to blame when my heart finally forfeits
To a world that could only misguide you

Did we try to be true?
What separates me from you now?
Did we try, try to be true
What separates me from you now
What separates me from you?

I bought my love a hunger, more precious than a stone
All the fame and flowers, did I misguide you?

Words and Music: Emily Saliers

You and me of the 10,000 wars
Dividing life into factions of pleasures and chores
A bed to be made and a bed to lie in
A hand in the darker side
And our sights set on Zion
The heart of a skeptic and the mind of a child
Put my life in a box
And let my imagination run wild
Pour the cement from my feet
The heart and the mind on a parallel course
Never the two shall meet

And all the dissatisfied with the satisfied
Everybody loves a melodrama and a scandal of lies
But still you held your arms open for the prodigal daughter
I see my eyes in your eyes through my eyes
Still water

Try making one and one make one
Twist the shapes until everything comes undone
Watch the wizard behind the curtain
The larger than life and the power of seeming certain
The evil ego and the vice of pride
Is there ever anything else that can make us take our different sides
I wanted everything to feed me
Bout as full as I got of myself and the 
Upper echelons of mediocrity

And all the dissatisfied with the satisfied
Everybody loves a melodrama and a scandal of lies
But still you held your arms open for the prodigal daughter
I see my eyes in your eyes through my eyes
Still water (still water)
Still water (still water)

After the battle and we're still around
Everything once up in the air has settled down
Sweep the ashes, let the silence find us
The moment of peace is worth every war behind us
You and me of the 10,000 wars

Words and Music: Emily Saliers

My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark

I don't know when I noticed life was life at my expense
The words of my heart lined up like prisoners on a fence
The dreams came in like needy children, tugging at my sleeve
I said I have no way of feeding you, so leave
There was a time I asked my father for a dollar
And he gave me a ten dollar raise
I needed my mother and I called her
And she stayed with me for days

Now someone's on the telephone, desperate in his pain
Someone's on the bathroom floor, doing her cocaine
Someone's got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me we aren't gluttons for our doom
But I tried to make this place my place 
I asked for Providence to smile upon me, with his sweet face
But I'll tell you

My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark (By grace my sight grows
stronger)
And I will not be a pawn (I will not be) for the prince of darkness any longer

Maybe there's no haven in this world for tender age
My heart beat like the wings of wild birds in a cage
My greatest hope my greatest cause to grieve
And my heart flew from it's cage, and it bled upon my sleeve
The cries of passion were like wounds that needed heeling
I couldn't hear them for the thunder
I was half the naked distance between hell and heaven's ceiling
And it almost pulled me under

Now someone's on the telephone, desperate in his pain
Someone's on the bathroom floor, doing her cocaine
Someone's got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me, we aren't gluttons for our doom
But I tried to make this place my place
I ask for Providence to smile upon me, with his sweet face
But I tell you

My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark (By grace my sight grows
stronger)
I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark (I can feel it growing
stronger)
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark (By grace my sight grows
stronger)
And I will not be a pawn (I will not be) for the prince of darkness any longer

Words and Music: Amy Ray

Pain from pearls, hey little girl
How much have you grown?
Pain from pearls, hey little girl
Flowers for the ones you've known

Are you on fire from the years
What would you give for your kid fears?

Secret staircase, running high
You had a hiding place
Secret staircase, running low
They all know now you're inside

Are you on fire from the years
What would you give for your kid fears?

Skipping stones, we know the price now
And any sin will do
How much further if you can spin
How much further if you are smooth?

Are you on fire (Are you on fire)
From the years (From the years)
What would you give for your kid fears

What would replace the rent with the stars above
Replace the need with the love
Replace the anger with the tide
Replace the ones the ones the ones that you love

Are you on fire from the years
What would you give for your kid fears
Hey kids
Hold on

Words and Music: Emily Saliers

Everybody loves you and they want to know your story
You go riding out a mystery concealed in all your glory
But when it comes to flesh and bones you remind me of Shalot
Only made of shadows even though you're not

I remember how I spent all my energy and time
With affected conversation trying to pry inside your mind
You are as brilliant as truth and empty as a shell
And I came to you one night and it made me feel like hell

Oh, to reach through all your surface
Just to find an empty pool
And to suffer all your pride as I lay down by your side
And you swallowed up my heart and left me a fool
Left me a fool

Everybody loves a hero an image to create
Antithesis of everything inside themselves they hate
But you'd better close your eyes when it's time for them to die
Cause you'd hate to think the life we built upon them was a lie

Oh, to reach through all your surface
Just to find an empty pool
And to suffer all your pride as I lay down by your side
And you swallowed up my heart and left me a fool
Left me a fool

I resign myself to silence I will never blow your cover
No one ever has to know who the hero took for lover
But it comes to mind as you blaze on as brilliant as a star
How many you've left behind, how many casualties there are

To reach through all your surface
Just to find an empty pool
And to suffer all your pride as I lay down by your side
And you swallowed up my heart and left me a fool
Left me a fool

Words and Music: Bob Dylan

There must be some kinda way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
I want to tell you now
You know there's just too much confusion
And I can't no I can't get no relief
All these businessmen they all drink our wine
And the plowman well he dig my earth
And you know that none fo them along the line
Can show me what any of this is worth
You know we wanted to see it now didn't we didn't we

There ain't no reason to get excited
The thief you know he kindly spoke
Well now there are those among us right here right now 
Who still see life as some kind of a joke
But you and I we have been through that
I tel yu that this this is not our fate no no no
Now let us all not talk falsely now
You know the hour it's getting late

I said all along the watchtower
The princes they kept the view
While the women the women 
They came and then they went
And barefoot servants too
That's me that's you
But outside there's a cold distance
Listen for the wildcats here them growl
Two riders were approaching
As the wind began to howl
I said now shelter me

Oh there are those among us right here right now
Who still see life as some kind of a joke
All along the watchtower
I said all along this watchtower
Those of you who still have eyes to see 
Ears hear me
You will be saved by grace in the end
Saved by time if you don't understand
That your hatred is rooted in your fear
And your paranoia and insecurities
Well they don't belong here
You got to take someone's hand
You got to learn to make a stand
And it's one two three four 
Look at the sky you can open the door
And take my hand take my hand
Take my hand
Ah you don't want to touch 
Don't you want to feel
Don't you know that this is real
I said shelter me
Shelter me shelter me
Shelter me
And save yourself save yourself
Save your save your save your save your
Save your save your save your save your
Save your
Save
And you
You
And you are a part of the world
You you are a part of the world
You gotta learn to touch to feel
And know that you are real
I said learn learn
You are a part of the world

Words and Music: Amy Ray, Chris McGuire, Cooper Seay, Brian Lilje, and Scott
Bland

From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart
The drugs of initiation, the bottom of a barrel that drops
I understand your causes sympathize with motivation
All the details of this war are just self-infatuation

1 2 3
Nothing's for free
4 5 6 
Pick up the sticks
And go home

Your manic blood runs thick my friend are you looking for a clean escape
What's left when the locks have all been broken young children of authority
Tell me how long can you be agile dancing between the alter and the merci seat
Now here's a chance to make a choice are you aware of the fire beneath your feet

1 2 3
Nothing's for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks
And go home
You better own up to me
Yeah Yeah
Go home

The basement lies within us
Our fear comes through the door
Now there's nothing left between us
As the fear becomes a roar

Once that wheel is in motion don't lose what you have found
We're talking bout the burning wheel of tongues everything that makes it go
round and round
We're all born in the devil's scorn he wants to see you die
I'm asking you, "are you true", and everything they say is a lie is a lie now

1 2 3
Nothing's for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks
And go 1 2 3
Nothing's for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks
And go 1 2 3 (we're all born)
Nothing's for free (in the devil's scorn)
1 2 3 (we're all born)
Nothing's for free (in the devil's scorn)
And everything they say is a lie it's a lie now
Everything they say is a lie it's a lie
Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
And go home