Jerry Jeff Walker - Some phone numbers
Tekst :
For some kicks I went drinking, with some old hounds I ran with
While you were away for the day
Now the guys hadn t changed much, the scene seemed the same
In the way that the night games are played
Chorus:
Without you I d be one of the ones who just stumble
And grab any soft place to fall
Where each day begins with a walk out some doorway
With some phone numbers you ll never call
As the evening drank on, we got more into basics
About loves lost and friends we have known
Well, Big John, he s bankrupt, and Old Lucky s in jail
And Fast Eddie s still living alone
Chorus
Bridge:
Starting all over would be more than I could handle
I don t think my lines would ring true
Looking for love in the arms of a stranger
Is more than I m willing to do
Chorus
That night I drove home, past the houses for sale
Their plans had all come to an end
There s no blueprint for livin , no one has your answers
But we re given some clues now and then
Chorus
Inne utwory
Viva Luckenbach The man with the big hat The first showboat The artist Hands on the wheel Lovin of the game Detour Time to stay home Old beat up guitar Just to celebrate Those were the days Green back dollar Down that road Wind Dang me Quiet faith of man Then came the children Little man Long afternoon Losowe utwory
15 anni fa più o meno
stavo già sognando il mio primo demo
oggi chi dovrebbe uscire con un demo
fa subito un disco e ci va a sanremo
in casa ho una famiglia che mi crede scemo
visto che a 11 anni ho battuto il cranio
e per 11...
Welcome to my breakfast table this is what you ll find
A different kind of breakfast food that leaves the real ones far
behind
What s the fucking deal, all these brand names all around
They raise the prices, raise my rent, but do not make a sound
Now I m getting older these changes...
(feat. Prophet)
[Prophet:]
Yeah
Now, gotta shut the lights off...just lay back
Really gotta get in the zone for this one
Feel every word...just lay back
[Prophet:]
Lay back and let me riddle my flows
I mean it, lay back dawg wiggle ya toes
Well listen up, this is wacha itchin...
A new level reached, where the absence of air lets me breathe
I m inverted electrical impulses. A malfunctioning death-code incomplete
All things before me, at first unliving glimpse undeciphered
Its semantics rid of logic. Nothing is all. All is contradiction
Grinding, churning - the sweetest ever noises
Decode me into their non-communication
A soundtrack to...
All of a sudden it s gone
Too late to wish a friend farewell
Heard the sea in a shell
Said we would meet in other worlds
See how the moon, she cries
Cool how the tears fill up the sky as snow
Gotta touch the sky
Hold you head...