Тексты песен «John Wesley Harding»

Maybe you're insecure Neck deep in life's manure Maybe your heart's impure Inured to all small compensations Maybe you're born to lose Could be caught out or confused Wearing the condemned man's shoes Worn out, beyond a...

I'm here in Philadelphia She got caught down in DC It's a wretched night, it's raining But she's coming up to meet me There's nothing I can do By the time she gets halfway She'll be tired of 95 The spray off those...

Everything's changed and it's all for the best And it's all gone according to plan It's out in the open and now it's all over Three cheers for every woman and man Terry and julie still stand on the bridge But only in...

Yesterday he was walking through the park On the way back from work it was getting dark He saw autumn trees with their peeling bark She was sitting on a bench He didn't think she'd look twice you see But she looked...

People love to watch you die And wonderful to tell People you have never met Claim to know you well People love to watch you die Dig your dignity One guy said 'he's better dead Than how he used to be' They'll sell the...

At night, he sits alone and he's looking at the stars He listens to them playing guitars Him and Phil go back a long long way They talked about marching and dying all in one day They played songs together, they sit up...

At night, he sits alone and he's looking at the stars He listens to them playing guitars Him and Phil go back a long long way They talked about marching and dying all in one day They played songs together, they sit up...

Poor heart What to do? Dim the light There's no respite For you Poor heart Can you see? Or will you beat A sad retreat for me Poor heart? Poor mouth Poor eyes Poor soul Poor mind Poor...

I was standing on a corner kicking my heels Had my coat buttoned up beneath my chin And I saw in some girl's eyes, she thought I was making deals There was just me and the clock struck out I was looking for something to...

Sometimes I look into your eyes I'm trying to see the light that shines back at me Sometimes there's nothing there Sometimes it's hard to care Sometimes I'm scared that I don't know What pulls you up What pulls you...

(an outtake that will surface somewhere, at some point...) The beadle says I killed them all My wife, my screaming child I'm dying in the morning And they wonder why I smile So I'll sit and write my memoirs Of a life...

Well your voice grips me tight like fingers Takes hold of whatever's inside Though we try to harmonize with different singers When we're out of tune at least we'll know we've tried Baby, it's a hopeless feeling Leaves...

Yesterday we were the best of friends Today we can't get back again Time has crept in crevices And patterns down the wall We could paint over the papered cracks Tomorrow they would all crack back Who are we to try to...

He's done it all a million times The gags, the repartee, the little crimes Every audience is special and that goes for you He looks into your eyes again He never does it but he tries again That old boy lost look could...

When it's time to pack your bags When everything appears as the drag that it is Get down that brown case that your grandma had Open it up and think of your dad When you're feeling empty And the echos round this cold...

Well, the power of the bullet is fascinating They're polishing the luga facsimiles The little kids grow up imitating Cowboys shoot indians before puberty Don't get me to the battle on time I'd be useless in the front...

Some things look hard and then they're not Like getting on a tightrope and falling off But there's never been anything harder than loving her She's so demanding, so intense Her expectation of the ordinary is so immense...

They say that the dead live forever And round here well they probably do If you stand by the gates outside graceland You can watch all the dead coming through It's necropolis and welcome to it It's an archaeological...

Rise up from your deep sleep baby Wake up from your slumber I've got your anesthetic ready And I have got your number I'll do anything to help you make a smooth transition The coffee's in the grinder and the key's in...

Well we're sluts You and me Succumb to pleasure easily Despite our last sincere intent We rise at two and go out unkempt Retire at si for alittle more Hey there's no one keeping score Except the dog who's kinda bored...