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From: shadow, [DNS_Address]
Subject: Rickie Lee Jones/Horses
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;-> "We will fly Way up high Where the cold wind blows Or in the sun Laughing having fun With the people that she knows And if the situation Should keep us separated You know the world won't fall apart And you will free the beautiful bird That's caught inside your heart Can't you hear her? Oh she cries so loud Casts her wild note Over water and cloud That's the way it's gonna be, little darlin' We'll be riding on the horses, yeah Way up in the sky, little darlin' And if you fall I'll pick you up, pick you up You will grow And until you go I'll be right there by your side And even then Whisper the wind And she will carry up your ride I hear all the people of the world In one bird's lonely cry See them trying every way they know how To make their spirit fly Can't you see him? He's down on the ground He has a broken wing Looking all around That's the way it's gonna be, little darlin' You go riding on the horses, yeah Way up in the sky, little darlin' And if you fall I'll pick you up, pick you up Can't you hear her? Oh she cries so loud Casts her wild note Over water and cloud I'll pick you up darlin' if you fall Don't worry 'bout a thing little girl Because I was young myself not so long ago And when I was young When I was young And when I was young, oh I was a wild, wild one." |
10835
From: ryan, [DNS_Address]
Subject: Re: Rickie Lee Jones/Horses
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Don't let the sun catch you crying. The night's the time for all your tears Your heart may be broken tonight but tomorrow in the morning light... Don't let the sun catch you crying. The nighttime shadows disappear and with them go all your tears. For the morning will bring joy for every girl and boy. So....... Don't let the sun catch you crying. Bridge We know that crying's not a bad thing, but stop your crying when the birds sing. It may be hard to discover that you've been left for another. But don't forget that love's a game and it can always come again. Oh.....Don't let the sun catch you crying. Don't let the sun catch you crying oh, no...................................... |
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10836
From: ryan, [DNS_Address]
Subject: Re: Rickie Lee Jones/Horses
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written by Rickie Lee Jones & Alfred Johnson Sal was working at Nyro's nook in downtown Selling articles of congress to these people downtown He was pretty sleazy when I met him A weasel in a poor boy's wool Sal lives in a black vinyl pen in New Jersey Buys his meat from a whore next door Wants it rare but he gets it well A weasel on a short order floor So, Sal, say good-bye to your mom and your dad Sal, say good-bye to the barrio Sal, say good-bye to your buddies and your pals Angela, Perry and Mario Kid Sinister with the Bus Stop Blues A quarter could take you home A dime could make a dream come true But a weasel ain't got a dime for the phone ( Does a weasel got a dime for the phone? ) So, Sal, say good-bye to your mom and your dad Sal, say good-bye to the barrio Sal, say good-bye to your buddies and your pals Angela, Perry and Mario You dancin' in the welfare lines, Sal Actin' like some jerk-off fool When we could lay out eatin' peaches on the beaches A weasel in a White Boy's cool But we're all in a white boy's school (Just like a weasel ) |
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10833
From: kay.so.or, [DNS_Address]
Subject: Re: Rickie Lee Jones/Horses
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I love Rickie Lee Jones! I have a record of hers from many years ago. I had liked the song 'chucky's in love' and a friend gave me the record...have wondered what happened to her.....cool love the words! |
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10832
From: ryan, [DNS_Address]
Subject: Re: Rickie Lee Jones/Horses
| love rickie lee... |
10837
From: shadow, [DNS_Address]
Subject: Re: Rickie Lee Jones/Horses
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No one like her! ;) Thanks to you and kay for posting these others, too... |
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10838
From: ryan, [DNS_Address]
Subject: Re: Rickie Lee Jones/Horses
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one more... Rickie Lee Jones There are wounds that stir up the force of gravity A cold that will wipe the hope from your eyes Young girl standing underneath the "El" train Standing there, watching the trains go by ... You think that nobody knows where you are, girl You think that nobody knows how this feels Alone, in a world of your own, there you are girl The small things float to the top of gravity Gravity I'm telling you where it is Gravity We walk in easy snakes Through the roulette rattling of the alley And now the arson smell of moon polishes a newsstand They empty the gas can, they watch the fire If there are three girls running - There are three girls running nowhere From remedies that you call random and we call by name And ask them to explain why I heard somebody Be quiet, Don't say nothing I thought I heard someone Well we walk where we want to there's nobody gonna be there Nobody's there ... Nobody I could not say no to the light of my desire I'm not asking so much But you roll-call the passion His lips ? -No His back ? -No His face? - No, no, no I'm not asking so much.. I try to imagine another planet, another sun Where I don't look like me And everything I do matters instead of there, where you are, girl In your green paint with a pin to pull At the fingertips of gravity Gravity I'm telling you where it is Gravity. |
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