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Lucinda Williams
Lucinda Williams


Информация
Дата рождения 26 января 1953 г.
Место рождения Lake Charles, Louisiana, United States
Жанры Rock
Folk
Americana
Blues
Годы 1978—н.в.
Лейблы Lost Highway Records
Rough Trade Records
См. также M. Ward
Elvis Costello
Buick 6
Сайт Website



Альбом Lucinda Williams


Sweet Old World (25.08.1992)
25.08.1992
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Something About What Happens When We Talk
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He sleeps all alone on Second Street
With a roof over his head and food to eat
But he can hardly make it day to day 'cause
Everything he wants is six blocks away, six blocks away

He's got a regular job and it pays the rent
In a donut shop on third and tenth
But he doesn't understand why she turned him away
He can hear her heart beat six blocks away, six blocks away

Six blocks away dirty old street
Six blocks away he can hear her heart beat
Six blocks away dirty old street
Six blocks away he can hear her heart beat, six blocks away

He walks real fast down the dirty street
He turns his eyes from the people he meets
It hurts so bad what can he say
He sends her a message six blocks away, six blocks away

Six blocks away dirty old street
Six blocks away he can hear her heart beat
Six blocks away dirty old street
Six blocks away he can hear her heart beat, six blocks away

Six blocks away
Six blocks away

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Something About What Happens When We Talk

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His mama ran off when he was just a kid
So he never really knew her at all
Just a picture of a girl in a sad blue dress
Hangin' beside a cross on the wall

His daddy used to drive those eighteen wheelers
Now he drives the bottle deep into the night
He was always sayin', "Son, you're just no good
You'll never do anything right"

He never got enough love in all his life
He wasn't brought up right, he never got enough love

The screams and the bruises and the broken bottles
These were things he understood
From busted chairs to a broken heart
He got away as soon as he could

When he was just eighteen he got his very own gun
He just shot a kid near a liquor store one night
He was all mixed up, he never understood why
He was only lookin' to prove his daddy right

He never got enough love in all his life
He wasn't brought up right, he never got enough love

He never got enough love in all his life
He wasn't brought up right, he never got enough love

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See what you lost when you left this world
This sweet old world
What you lost when you left this world
This sweet old world

The breath from your own lips, the touch of fingertips
A sweet and tender kiss
The sound of a midnight train, wearing someone's ring
Someone calling your name

Somebody so warm cradled in your arm
Didn't you think you were worth anything

See what you lost when you left this world
This sweet old world
What you lost when you left this world
This sweet old world

Millions of us in love, promises made good
Your own flesh and blood
Looking for some truth, dancing with no shoes
The beat, the rhythm, the blues

The pounding of your heart's drum together with another one
Didn't you think anyone loved you

See what you lost when you left this world
This sweet old world
What you lost when you left this world
This sweet old world

See what you lost when you left this world
This sweet old world
What you lost when you left this world
This sweet old world

. . .


Your R&B records your music books
Your sense of humor and your rugged good looks

I see you now at the piano
Your back a slow curve
Playing Ray Charles and Fats Domino
While I sang all the words

Little angel, little brother
Your bad habits and your attitude
Your restless ways and your solitude

I see you leaning your lanky frame
Just inside the door
A figure behind the kitchen screen
Staring down at the floor

Little angel, little brother

Little angel, little brother

Your passion for Shakespeare and your paperbacks
Your chess pieces and your wisecracks

I see you sleeping in the car
Curled up on the back seat
Parked outside of a bar
An empty bottle at your feet

Little angel, little brother

Your R&B records your music books
Your sense of humor and your rugged good looks

I see you now at the piano
Your back a slow curve
Playing Ray Charles and Fats Domino
While I sang all the words

Little angel little brother
Little angel little brother of mine

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When Daddy told me what happened
I couldn't believe what he just said
Sonny shot himself with a 44
And they found him lyin' on his bed

I could not speak a single word
No tears streamed down my face
I just sat there on the living room couch
Starin' off into space

Mama and Daddy went over to the house
To see what had to be done
They took the sheets off of the bed
And they went to call someone

Some of us gathered at a friend's house
To help each other ease the pain
I just sat alone in a corner chair
I couldn't say much of anything

We drove on out to the country
His friends all stood around
Subiaco Cemetery
Is where we lay him down

I saw his mama, she was standin' there
His sister, she was there too
I saw them look at us standin' around the grave
And not a soul they knew

Born and raised in Pineola
His mama believed in the Pentecost
She got the preacher to say some words
So his soul wouldn't be lost

Some of us, we stood in silence
Some bowed their heads and prayed
I think I must've picked up a handful of dust
And let it fall over his grave

I think I must've picked up a handful of dust
And let it fall over his grave

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There are things about you that make me wanna scream and shout
There are things about you that make me wanna lock you out
But there's a little thing that drives me wild
Something that happens every time you smile
I can't get over the lines around your eyes

Lines around your eyes every time you smile
And the way you touch me darlin' just drives me wild
Sometimes I don't know what we're fightin' about
But that don't mean we can't work things out
'Cause I love you darlin' and the lines around your eyes

I put my car in gear, and I headed down Highway 10
I was leavin' here, I was never comin' back again
I got about as far as the Texas line
I still couldn't get you off of my mind
'Cause I can't get over the lines around your eyes

Lines around your eyes every time you smile
And the way you touch me darlin' just drives me wild
Sometimes I don't know what we're fightin' about
But that don't mean we can't work things out
'Cause I love you darlin' and the lines around your eyes
'Cause I love you darlin' and the lines around your eyes

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We all make mistakes sometimes
And I have made my share of mine
But if I have to I'll walk the line
Just to prove my love

You know I'd give everything I've got
And I what I'd give would be a lot
I would smooth out all the rough spots
Just to prove my love

Let me prove my love for you
Let me do whatever I can do
Let me show my heart is true
Let me prove my love for you

There was a time way back when
The words we spoke were sweeter then
We can have those times again
Let me prove my love

Let me prove my love for you
Let me do whatever I can do
Let me show my heart is true
Let me prove my love for you
Let me prove my love for you

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As you walk along the sidewalks of the city
You see a man with hunger in his face
And all around you crumbling buildings and graffiti
As you bend down to tie your shoelace

Sirens scream but you don't listen
You have to reach home before night
But now the sun beats down
It makes the sidewalks glisten
And somehow you just don't feel right

Hold me baby, give me some faith
Let me know you're there
Let me touch your face
Give me love give me grace
Tell me good things
Tell me that my world is safe

You pass by bars with empty stages
Three o'clock drinkers fall by
Chairs are placed on top of tables
As you brush the hair out of your eyes

A woman stops you with a question
So you drop some money in her hand
She sleeps in doorways and bus stations
And you'll never understand

Hold me baby, give me some faith
Let me know you're there
Let me touch your face
Give me love give me grace
Tell me good things
Tell me that my world is safe

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Back in Memphis she was a pearl
She was everyone's favorite girl
Now her eyes have a vacant stare
What she wouldn't give to be livin' back there

She married a man when she left home
She wanted someone she could call her own
He was good to her when he wasn't drunk
He'd hold her and tell her how pretty she looked

Back in Memphis where she grew up
The life she knew was just not enough
Back in Memphis when she was a girl
She thought one day she'd own the world

She'd look at the TV and magazines
And she'd believe all the pictures she'd seen
She'd be wearin' silk and perfume so sweet
But those things don't mean much out here on the street

Back in Memphis she had fun
Goin' around, tellin' everyone
She was gonna buy dresses that zip up the side
And wear red lipstick, have a nice car to drive

She bounces her baby on her knee
Sayin' maybe today we'll get lucky, you'll see
I promise it won't always be like this
Come here, sugar, give mamma a kiss

Back in Memphis another time
Didn't look like things would turn out fine
Back in Memphis when she was a girl
She thought one day she'd own the world
Back in Memphis she was a pearl

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Just a shakin' in my knees, just a cold chill
Don't know what it is, some call it a thrill
Just a lump in my throat, just hot blood
Don't know what it is, some call it love

Well I saw you out in your car
You had the top down, you were drivin' real slow

Just a shakin' in my knees, just a cold chill
Don't know what it is, some call it a thrill
Just a lump in my throat, just hot blood
Don't know what it is, some call it love

Well I saw you in the grocery store
Buyin' tomatoes for a casserole

Just a shakin' in my knees, just a cold chill
Don't know what it is, some call it a thrill
Just a lump in my throat, just hot blood
Don't know what it is, some call it love

Well I saw you in the laundry mat
Washin' your clothes, gettin' all the dirt out

Just a shakin' in my knees, just a cold chill
Don't know what it is, some call it a thrill
Just a lump in my throat, just hot blood
Don't know what it is, some call it love

Well I saw you with your car broke down
Fixin' your flat with a tire iron

Just a shakin' in my knees, just a cold chill
Don't know what it is, some call it a thrill
Just a lump in my throat, just hot blood
Don't know what it is, some call it love

Just a shakin' in my knees, just a cold chill
Just a lump in my throat, just hot blood

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Which will you go for?
Which will you love?
Which will you choose from
From the stars above?

Which will you answer?
Which will you call?
Which will you take for
For your one and all?
Tell me now which will you love the best?

Which do you dance for?
Which makes you shine?
Which will you choose now
If you won't choose mine?

Which will you hope for?
Which can it be?
Which will you take now
If you won't take me?
Tell me now which will you love the best?

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