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Rodney Crowell
Rodney Crowell


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Дата рождения 7 августа 1950 г.
Место рождения Houston, Texas, USA
Жанры Country
Годы 1978—н.в.
Лейблы Epic Records
Columbia Records
MCA Records
Sugar Hill Records
См. также Emmylou Harris
Rosanne Cash
The Notorious Cherry Bombs
Los Super Seven
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Альбом Rodney Crowell


The Outsider (2005)
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I've been up all night and the night before
My teeth are dirty my eyes are sore
There was a good time had by all accounts
And we were drinking to you in tall amounts
I guess we had a little trouble in the hotel bar
Some hometown bubba went a little too far
He said he don't like Catholics he don't like Jews
He don't like me and he don't like you

Say you love me
Say you need me
Say you want me - don't disappoint me
Say it
Say it
Say it
Say it

I've got ten good years left in my legs
Someday baby I won't have to beg
The first thing to go is not your mind
You have known that for a long long time
You've got the Irish eyes and the raven hair
From your head down to your underwear
Poetry is the language of choice
Whenever I'm within the sound of your voice

Say you love me
Say you need me
Say you want me - don't disappoint me
Say it
Say it
Say it
Say it

Speak your mind darlin' state your case baby
Lay it on the line sugar cut to the chase maybe
Say it in your own words and don't be proud
If it's something that you wanna get heard
You've got to say it to me right out loud

Say it
Say it
Say it
Say it
Say it
Say it
Say it
Say it

. . .


Give to me my time and money, give to me my milk and honey
Give to me my self respect, golden chains around my neck
Give to me my super model, corporate jet and champagne bottle
Get me out there on the town, let me spread my wealth around

I could learn to love this life I lead
Just don't take away the things I need
I feel rosey, in the pink, so please don't make me stop and think
All those dark thoughts in my head seem better left unsaid

Give it to me
Give it to me. Give it to me

Give to me my latest fashion, make my lover burn with passion
Give to me my charm and wit, keep my body young and fit
Give to me my haute couture, give the world a cancer cure
Serve my breakfast al fresco, let the wine and liquor flow

I can search for truth some other time
But right now I just want to get what's mine
Let the gangsters rule the street while
Teachers try to make ends meet
I despise all bleeding hearts, I don't patronize the arts

Give it to me. Give it to me
Give it to me. Right now

I don't understand what it is they're trying to say
Or what it is they're trying to tell me
They're trying to get me to show some compassion
Man that is so out of fashion

Give to me my Aspen winter, sorry about the World Trade Center
I can't help the ones in need, I have my own mouth to feed
Give to me my playboy channels, killer weed and sheets of flannel
Lay me down upon my bed with pleasant dreams to fill my head

Just look at what this world is coming to
And there ain't one damn thing that I can do
I don't have a leg to stand on, I don't have a net to land on
I don't have a base of power, I don't have the extra hour

Give it to me. Give it to me
Give it to me. Right now

Give to me my tax cut outsource
Build me my own private golf course
The Dixie Chicks can kiss my ass
But I still need that backstage pass
Give to me my NASDAQ numbers
Intel shares and E-trade blunders
Soldiers to defend my freedom
And a script for valium if I need 'em

Give it to me. Give it me
Give it to me. Right now

. . .


You don't have to be rich, I don't have to be drunk in a ditch
You don't have to be the top of your class, I don't have to have huevos of brass
You don't have to be cute, I don't have to look good in a suit
You don't have to have a dog in this race
I don't have to have an egg on my face

The outsider is watching your back
The outsider cut me some slack
The outsider just a little off keel
The outsider is something you feel

I don't have to be straight, you don't have to be something I hate
I don't have to be white as a ghost, you don't have to be dumb as a post
I don't have to be hip, you don't have to start losing your grip
I don't have to be right if you're wrong
You don't have to be weak if I'm strong

The outsider like a coat when you're cold
The outsider like a friend when you're old
The outsider a little devil may care
The outsider is just something that's there

You don't wanna be a saint, I don't wanna be something I ain't
First you get a little long in the tooth, next you try to find a fountain of youth
It's a pain in the butt, that's the trouble when you're stuck in a rut
We don't have to find a permanent bliss, but we've gotta do better than this

The outsider like a stone you don't throw
The outsider like a bomb you don't blow
The outsider like a mountain don't move
The outsider's got nothing to prove

. . .


Disregard what don't concern you, don't let disappointment turn you
Avoid adopting other people's views
Know what you can and can't control, don't let envy take a toll
It's nothing more than weather passing through
When your back's against the wall, when you're headed for a fall
The tables set to make a run Dancin' Circles Round The Sun

Through action wisdom is revealed and too much talk is like a shield
In silence lies the keys to how we grow
When focused on the truth at hand, the critics try to make you bland
But they don't understand what they don't know
Make your own cracks in the sky, grit your teeth and learn to fly
And when the right thing has been done, you'll be Dancin' Circles Round The Sun

Forgive the ones who meant to harm you, don't let superstition charm you
Conform your wishes only to what's real
Your reputation doesn't matter, let idle gossip chirp and chatter
No one else can tell you how you feel
In between the masks you wear, wash your face and comb your hair
You're not hurting anyone Dancin' Circles Round the Sun

Your mind cries out to God alone, please send me someone I can own
Your soul says son you're walking on thin ice
Possession in the broadest sense, compounded by coincidence
When all it takes is one roll of the dice
In between the good and bad, think of all the fun you had
It's the same for everyone Dancin' Circles Round The Sun

Evolution comes in fits, it stops and starts, it coughs and spits
Picasso and Mile Davis come to mind
True artists, bold unbridled passion, no concern for fad or fashion
Sexy beasts in love with woman kind
Bend the rules until it breaks, stand your ground until it shakes
That's the way to get things done Dancin' Circles Round The Sun

Hey, sod convention let's have fun Dancin' Circles Round the Sun

. . .


Beautiful despair is hearing Dylan when you're drunk at 3 a.m.
Knowing that the chances are no matter what you'll never write like him
Oh Brother

Beautiful despair is why you lean into this world without restraint
Cause somewhere out before you lies the masterpiece you'd sell your soul to paint
Oh Brother
What do we laugh or cry

Beautiful despair
Beautiful despair

Beautiful despair is slouching forward toward a past you might regret
All to suck the marrow out of every magic moment that you get
Beautiful despair is playing safe when you once were a rebel child
Knowing that tomorrow comes and all you've done is last another mile
Oh Brother, oh dear Brother, Oh My Brother
What shall we drink or dry

. . .


We ran into trouble scamming for oil
The whole Middle East is coming to a boil
It's the Muslims and Kurds, Bedouin herds
Palestinians and Arabs and Jews in the news
There's to much to keep up with, it will jangle your head
And the whole situation's running way in the red

I said don't get me started, I'll like as not bend your ear
Don't get me started, I just want to make one thing clear

I was born in America and I'm proud of that fact
I wish the rest of the world would get off our back
But these slick politicians, Man you've got to admit
Seem as crazy as bedbugs and they don't give one whit
About a man on the street with his back to the wall
Who can't find a quarter for to make a phone call
Meanwhile back in Washington champagne will flow
Tell that to the homeless man with nowhere to go

I said, don't get me started, I came into this bar to unwind
Don't get me started, I'll like as not speak my mind

The rich corporations have turned a deaf ear
The don't care who goes hungry, they've made that much clear
You see the trouble with people is we want to believe
But they can't turn a profit without tricks up their sleeve
It's the roofers and truckers, the working class suckers
The fireman and nurses, soldiers and preachers
Who shoulder the blows, it comes and it goes
A six trillion dollar debt that you pay through the nose

I said don't get me started, I'm a drag when I've had a few drinks
And don't get me started, I don't care what anyone thinks
Cause it makes me angry

East Timor's genocide to the core
The Indonesian legions come and give 'em what for
When the coalition army doesn't come to your aid
You might as well face it, there's no made to be made
I had a dream last night I was Secretary of Defense
And I came to the conclusion war doesn't make any sense
Yeah, but nobody heard me when I tried to rescind it
There were too many people that just didn't want to end it

I said, don't get me started, you never know when I might stop
Don't get me started, we both need to just let this thing drop
Don't get me started, don't get me started, not now
Don't get me started because it makes me angry

. . .


Oh mother, oh father in our time of fear
Grant us the wisdom your message for to hear
Send down your angel band to fill our hearts with power
Oh mother, oh father in our darkest hour

Ignorance is the enemy and it fills your head with lies
It's the kind of bliss that can make you miss the very truth before your eyes
It's not who's right or wrong, weak or strong, black or white you see
Ignorance is the enemy and it's keeping you from me

Forgive me all my pettiness, forgive me all my greed
Forgive me for I know not how to live this life I lead

Ignorance is the enemy, let's set the record straight
If history must repeat itself, why worry why you wait
It's a perfect blue and beautiful world you treat with such disdain
Ignorance is the enemy and it can only bring you pain

Forgive me all my vanity, forgive me my conceit
Forgive me when I'm crawling like a beggar at your feet

Ignorance is the enemy and it wields a mighty sword
It can cut you down in a blaze of glory, it can nail you to a board
If mercy and compassion only had a chance
It could fill these holes we've dug
But ignorance is the enemy and it's working like a drug

Oh mother, oh father in our time of fear
Grant us the wisdom your message for to hear
Send down your angel band to fill our hearts with power
Oh mother, oh father in our darkest hour

. . .


I'm stuck out on the Ring Road, tonight the stars are crossed
If I don't find my way around soon, I'm sure to end up lost
Sheffield has that certain mix of danger and despair
I need to roll these windows down and breathe the cold night air

I said goodbye to Camden Town as night was falling fast
In a borrowed, beat up step van and a tank of petrol gas
And I'm riding on the wrong side like some blue Yank flyboy clown
I'm trying to read these road signs while I'm staring headlights down

Glasgow Girl, skin like milk, hair black silk
And eye's like cobalt pearl

The Glasgow Girl assured me she liked my Texas drawl
And if I ever passed that way again I should be sure to call
I tracked her down to Aberdeen, and I'm trying to get up north
Across the Scottish lowlands far beyond the Firth of Forth

Glasgow Girl, skin like milk, hair black silk
And eye's like cobalt pearl

The Roman's built these roads to last another thousand years
And I'm riding around in circles like it starts and ends right here
The raindrops on my windshield now have turned to ice and snow
I'm stuck out on the Ring Road with a million miles to go

Glasgow Girl, skin like milk, hair black silk
And eye's like cobalt pearl
Skin like milk, hair black silk
And eye's like cobalt pearl

. . .


She was a prom queen taking the world by storm
I felt like James Dean with her on my arm
The night was a free ride lit by the moon
I prayed from the inside don't let it end soon
It's funny how the things we want become the things we don't
In the long run
The one that we let slip through becomes the one love true
When she's the gone one

Oh, we're never gonna get away
Yeah, yeah from the things that go bump in the day
The things that go bump in the day

I've got a good friend in love with the blues
He lives down the dark end with nothing to lose
Believing in sorrow he's making the most
Maybe tomorrow he can give up the ghost

It's funny how the things we need only make you bleed
When the chips fall
The one that made the world go round gets up and knocks you down
With a phone call
It's funny how the things we fear become the things we hear
When we're all alone
The things that we don't understand get up and bite your hand
Like a dog bone

Oh, oh we're never gonna get away
Yeah, yeah from the things that go bump in the day
Oh, oh we're never gonna get away
Yeah, yeah from the things that go bump in the day
The things that go bump in the day
The things that go bump in the day

. . .


'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to stay warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in, I will give you shelter from the storm."

You were burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes, blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in I will give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a noneventful morn.
"Come in," I said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails, the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
The one-eyed undertaker, he blows his futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with their broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village, they gamble for my clothes
You'll bargain for salvation and they give you a lethal dose.
You'll offer up your innocence and get repaid with scorn.
"Come in, I will give you shelter from the storm."

Now I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the hands of time to when you and God were born.
I know that I could give you,
Shelter from the storm
Come in and i will give you shelter from the storm.

. . .


It's in the water, it's in the wind
It's where you're going, it's where you've been
It's what you're doing, it's what you don't
It's what you're willing and what you won't
A snowcapped mountain, a moonlit path
An ice cold shower, a long hot bath
It's something waiting for you just a little farther down the line

You can't turn back now, you can't turn back now
It's too late to turn back now

It's young and reckless, it's old and grey
It's here tomorrow and gone today
It's rich and famous, dark and dull
It's Nostradamus meets Jethro Tull
It knows your weakness, it feels your strength
It jangle jingles, clacks and clinks
It's ever present, but it's also like there's nothing there at all

You can't turn back now, you can't turn back now
It's too late to turn back now

Democracy won't work if we're asleep
That kind of freedom is a vigil you must keep, you've gotta dig deep
It's a wicked world, and we're all in it
But that could change in a New York minute
Holy terror and toxic gas ain't got nothing on leaves of grass
So pray for peace until you're hoarse
And maybe fear will run its course
May God forgive us our insanity, and we'll keep pressing on

You can't turn back now, you can't turn back now
It's too late to turn back now
It's too late to turn back now

. . .


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