Альбом Jenny Lewis

I feel in love with a beautiful boy on the black sand
He took me away, I was never the same on the black sand
He said, "Who’s going to love you buried underground?"
Oh, on the black sand
A mother unwed with a scar down her chest on the black sand
She met her mate on the old army base back in Thailand
Who’s going to love him, when all that’s lost is found?
Oh, on the black sand

On the black sand

I have this dream where I’m down on my knees on the black sand
I’m facing the sea as the wind pushes me down to my hands
Who’s going to mind, when the end is nigh?
Oh, on the black sand

On the black sand

On the black sand

Pretty bird, pretty bird
Why you so still?
Pbird, pretty bird
We've been waiting on you

You go west for the black setting sun
You go south to the white spirit world
You go east for those real green eyes
You go north, walk the good red road
Pretty bird

There's a mirror in heaven
Pretty bird, pretty bird
There's a window on earth

You go west for the black setting sun
You go south to the white spirit world
You go east for those real green eyes
You go north, walk the good red road
Pretty bird

Some pity me, yeah
Oh, pity me, yeah
Stars pity me
For the blood of the pretty
The blood of the pretty
The blood of the pretty bird

Pretty bird, pretty bird
Who's starving you still?

You go west for the black setting sun
You go south to the white spirit world
You go east for those real green eyes
You go north, walk the good red road

Pretty bird

It’s a bad man's world

Was I born as a promise to keep the peace
Or meet the shame
Before you split, one thing left
To give me ordinary name
Give me my ordinary name
Now that I’m still standing,
I’ve got something left to prove
Got a bullet left, but I can’t decide
Which scorpion I’m going to shoot
Will it be me, will it be you?
It’s a bad man's world
It’s a bad man's world
I’m a bad, bad girl
It’s a bad man's world

I will never forgive you
For what you put us kids through
Remember that night
You tried to take your own life?
When I found you
You were a shade of blue
Success is a state of mind
With a little bit of follow through
And then you failed at that, too
It’s a bad man’s world
It’s a bad man’s world
I’m a bad, bad girl
It’s a bad man’s world

Will it be me, will it be you?
It’s a bad man's world
It’s a bad man's world
I’m a bad, bad girl
It’s a bad man’s world

I went to a cobbler
To fix a hole in my shoe
He took one look at my face
And said, "I can fix that hole in you"

I beg your pardon
I'm not looking for a cure
Seen enough of my friends
In the depths of the godsick blues

You know I am a liar
You know I am a liar
Nobody helps a liar

Because I've been down to Dixie
And dropped acid on my tongue
Tripped upon the land
Until enough was enough

I was a little bit lighter
And adventure on my sleeve
I was a little drunk
And looking for company

So I found myself a sweetheart
With the softest of hands
We were unlucky in love
But I'd do it all again

We build ourselves a fire
We build ourselves a fire
But you know I am a liar
You know I am a liar

And you don't know what I've done

By the rolling river is
Exactly where I was
There was no simple cure
For unlucky in love

To be lonely is a habit
Like smoking or taking drugs
And I've quit them both
But man, was it rough

Now I am tired
It just made me tired
Let's build ourselves a fire
Let's build ourselves a fire

I wear a ponytail like a waterfall
Loudspeaker or land slide
I have a room key and a Johnny
A good buzz, feeling all right
Pitch a tent, pop a top
Forget about what you ain't got
See the sites, sleep until night
Stamp your feet, turn out the lights

If you want to go where they chain up the sun
See Fernando, see Fernando
He'll buy a bottle of suds for you and everyone
See Fernando, see Fernando

If you're high strung or stressed out
Down in the dumps, been turned out
Stabilized, motorized, insecure or fableized
Curious or furious, picked apart like Prometheus
Legalized, penalized, simplify, dry out your eyes

If you want to go where they chain up the sun
See Fernando, see Fernando
He'll buy a bottle of suds for you and everyone
See Fernando, see Fernando

You've been Jezebeled, back from hell
Cooling off, feeling well
Tired of talking, talked out
Ticked off or toughed up
Too talled or backed up
Haven't made your mind up
tbd'd or tb'd
Tired of falling to your knees

If you want to go where they chain up the sun
See Fernando, see Fernando
He'll buy a bottle of suds for you and everyone
See Fernando, see Fernando

And if you want to go where they chain up the sun
See Fernando, see Fernando
He'll buy a bottle of suds for you and everyone
See Fernando, see Fernando

No good, no how, no man should treat you like he do
So come on right now, it's time for you to get up and out of his house
I've known you too long to let you carry on this way
When I was in bad shape I'll never forget what you always used to say

What are we going to do with you?
You don't make it easy on me
What am I supposed to do with you
If you won't let me help you, won't you?

Godspeed
Keep the lighthouse in sight
Godspeed to you
Keep the lighthouse in sight
Godspeed to you
Put out the light
And hope that I make it alive

There's no telling what he'll do
I wouldn't want him to hurt you in that way
Things you don't say reach me somehow anyway

What are we going to do with you?
You don't make it easy on me
What am I supposed to do
If you won't let me help you, why won't you?

Godspeed
Keep the lighthouse in sight
Godspeed to you
Keep the lighthouse in sight
Godspeed to you
Keep the lighthouse in sight
Godspeed to you
Put out the light
And hope you make it alive

Godspeed
Keep the lighthouse in sight
Godspeed to you
Keep the lighthouse in sight
Godspeed to you
Keep the lighthouse in sight
Godspeed to you
Keep the lighthouse in sight
Godspeed to you

They come to town when the war is over
Dirty boots in the middle of the night
Trolling the bars, hitting on the soldiers
Boys give it up without a fight
They say, “Hey, boy, how about your place?
I know you really want to take me home”
Drop the bags off on the bedroom floor
They make love with the lights on, saying

“I’m a carpetbagger, baby
I’m coming to your town
I’m going to treat you kind (woo-hoo)
I’m going to rob you blind (woo-hoo)
I’ll smile all the time
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah

Sally could have had any one of the boys
But she couldn’t love no one she could not control
Friend of mine and her got married
I don’t hear too much from them anymore
Last I heard, he had a rope around his neck
Dragging around the grocery store
Carrying her bags and pushing down the aisles
Saying, “I ain’t got no home in this world anymore”

“I’m a carpetbagger, baby
I’m coming to your town
I’m going to treat you kind (woo-hoo)
I’m going to rob you blind (woo-hoo)
I’ll smile all the time
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah

They come to town when the party’s over
Books been written and truths been tried
They’ll take it all if the door’s left open
Steal the nose right from under your eyes

Singing, “I’m a carpetbagger, baby
I’m coming to your town
I’m going to treat you kind (woo-hoo)
I’m going to rob you blind (woo-hoo)
I’ll smile all the time
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah

Our love is sweeter than strings
Our love is thicker than angel wings

But still sometimes I can't believe you're real
It's just that I've got diamonds in my eyes for you

Our love is simple
Our love is crystal

But still sometimes you cannot help yourself
You step outside and hear bells ringing
For you, for you

Trying my best to love you
Trying my best to love you
Trying my best to love you
They make it so hard on us baby
It's so hard on us baby

I want you back my baby
I want you back in my arms
I want you back right now
They make it so hard on us baby
It's so hard on us baby

Trying my best to love you
Trying my best to love you
Trying my best to love you
They make it so hard on us baby
It's so hard on us baby
It's so hard on us baby
It's so hard on us baby

Jenny Lewis:
When Jack was born he winked at Mom
Her pretty face was the first he saw
Was Jack wrong because he loved Mom?

Things were bad, before they got worse
Mom would pinch Jack until it hurt
Mama thought her boy was cursed

You leave (leave!)
You leave (leave!)
You leave that boy to me
Oh, Jack, I love him
But you leave that boy to me
You leave (leave!)
Leave (leave!)
I know his condition and soon he will be free

Off at school Jack was cruel
He'd become the bully's bull
Was Jack wrong to mimic Mom?

And after school on the corner stool
Mom was kissing on the Golden Rule
Jack had become the teacher's fool

You leave (leave!)
You leave (leave!)
You leave that man to me
Oh, Mom, I love you, and soon you will be free
With my will (will!) and my hands (hands!) like old Solomon
And in your honor I'm going to cut that man in half

Johnathan Rice:
All the lessons Mama would teach
Books from Rome and ancient Greece
Men push rocks up stony mountains
Turning one fish into five thousand
And a king went blind from his mother's love
A terrible rage came over Jack
His Mama lying on her back
The one who taught him right from wrong
But knew no better all along
She got ran through when Jack killed his Mom
(Bang bang!)

Don't leave (leave!)
Don't leave (leave!)
Don't leave this world to me
Oh, Mom I love, I didn't mean to set you free
With my will (will!) and my hands (hands!) like old Solomon
Oh Mom, I love you, I didn't mean to set you free

Was Jack wrong? (Jack killed Mom!)
Was Jack wrong? (Jack killed Mom!)
Was Jack wrong? (Jack killed Mom!)
Jack killed Mom!
Jack killed Mom!
Was Jack wrong? Jack killed Mom!
Jack killed Mom!

Oh
When Jack killed his Mom!

If you sing a song, sing a song for them
If you sing a song, sing the song for them
For the bats and belfry and the fairies on Main Street
For the deadbeat daddies and the Boulevard freaks
For the little girls with the carousel eyes
And the brick-a-brak finding housewives, losing their minds

Sing the song for them, if you sing a song
Sing the song for them
If you sing a song, sing the song for them

To the never-made-its, and the unrecognized
To the alley rats and the tenement flies
To the weekend tweakers, the blond and the blind
To the ex-thrill seekers in the methadone lines

Sing the song for them
If you sing a song, sing the song for them

To who you are, and will never be
To the shaking hand of the maker we’re all going to meet
Sing the song for them
If you sing a song, sing the song for them

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