Concrete Blonde Jenny I Read

Jenny I read something you said about

Rock and roll and life and death

Ah, Jenny I read they carried you home

Broken, beaten all alone

Oh, Jenny you said

Jenny you thought

Give them all that they want

Everything that you got

Oh, Jenny my dear

It’s a wicked city

Once you’re young, stupid and pretty

And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)

They’re making angry loud noises (kicking back at the world)

And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)

Jenny they cried

Jenny they screamed

Your picture in every magazine

Yeah, ya wanted it all

But the American dream was nothing to write home about

She was the next big thing

And the telephone was ringing all of the time

You were wined and dined every night

Then one day it was over

And where are you now they wonder

And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)

They’re making angry loud noises (kicking back at the the world)

And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)

Superstar, that’s what you are

And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)

They’re making angry loud noises (kicking back at the the world)

And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)

Behind their, their fingers

Eyes aside

In sharp little whispers

They say it’s her

It is her

What happened to her

She knows this

And she smiles

She doesn’t look anything

Anything like her pictures

She used to be

She used to be

She used to be

But she knows this and she smiles

For she has miles and miles of memories all to herself

Everything in between then and now

And all her images of everything in between now and then

And all they have are pictures

Pictures

Concrete Blonde Tomorrow, Wendy

It is complete, now

Two ends of time are neatly tied

A one-way street

She’s walking to end of the line

And there she meets

The faces she keeps in her heart and mind

They say, “Goodbye”

Tomorrow, Wendy you’re going to die

Tomorrow, Wendy you’re going to die

Underneath the chilly gray November sky

We can make believe that Kennedy is still alive

And we’re shooting for the moon

And smiling Jack is driving by

And they say, “Good try”

Tomorrow, Wendy you’re going to die

Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die

I told the priest

Don’t count on any second coming

God got his ass kicked

The first time he came down here slumming

He had the balls to come

The gall to die and then forgive us

No, I don’t wonder why

I wonder what he thought it would get us

Hey, hey, goodbye

Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die

Hey, hey, good bye

Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die

Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die

Only God says, “Jump”

So I set the time

‘Cause if he ever saw her

It was through these eyes of mine

And if he ever suffered

It was me who did his crying

Hey, hey, goodbye

Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die

(Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die)

Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die

(Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die)

Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die

Hey, hey, goodbye

Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die

Hey, hey, goodbye

Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die

Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die

Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die

Concrete Blonde Because I Can

Here I am

In a strange new world

Someplace

somewhere in time

I found my place

Where the high turns blue

And I walked

right out of my mind

Because I wanna

Because I can

Because I wanna

Because I can

Here I am

And I think I’ll stay

Until I

Fly out over the wire

Clean and clear

I think I

Like it here

I delight in the light of my fire

Because I wanna

Because I can

Because I wanna

Because I can

Life is a lonely lesson

Life is a lonely lesson

Life is a lonely lesson

Life is a lonely lesson

Life is a lonely lesson

Life is a lonely lesson

Life is a lonely lesson

Life

Because I wanna

Because I can

Because I wanna

Because I can

Because I wanna

Because I can

Because I wanna

Because I can

Concrete Blonde Ghost Riders In The Sky

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day,

Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,

When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw,

Ploughin’ through the ranging sky

And up a cloudy draw.

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel.

Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath, they could feel,

A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky,

For he saw the riders comin’ hard

And he heard their mournful cry.

Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,

Ghost riders in the sky.

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts were soaked

With sweat.

He’s ridin’ hard to catch that herd but he ain’t caught them yet

‘Cause they’ve got to ride forever in that range up in the sky,

On horses snortin’ fire

As they ride on, hear their cry.

Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,

Ghost riders in the sky.

Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,

Ghost riders in the sky.

Te riders loped on by him and he heard one call his name.

“If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range,

Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride

Tryin’ to catch this devil’s herd

Across these endless skies.”

Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,

Ghost riders in the sky.

Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,

Ghost riders in the sky.

Concrete Blonde Debbie Don’t Do Dicks

O my heart was heavy it flops and then it flips

I’m in love with Debbie, but Debbie don’t do dicks

I guess it makes her sick to lick a pussy on a stick

Debbie Debbie Debbie don’t do dicks

My Debbie don’t do dicks

Why can’t she favor

It’s just a clit that’s bigger

Don’t get gross when it grows

Think of it as Pinocchio’s nose

I’ll pop o’er to Sweden

And change the way I’m peein’

If you wait I’ll castrate

And hide the hurt inside

Do my dick, do my dick, do my dick, do my dick, do my dick, do my dick, Debbie

My debbie don’t do dicks

Concrete Blonde Caroline

I hear you’re driving

someone else’s car now…

She said you came and

took your stuff away –

All the poetry, and the trunk

you kept your life in –

I knew that it would

come to that someday…

Like a sad hallucination,

when I opened up my eyes,

the train had passed the station,

and you were trapped inside…

Yet I never wonder where you went,

I only wonder why,

I wonder why…

Oh Caroline

Oh, whoa-oh Caroline

oh, oh Caroline

whoa whoa whoa, Caroline

Well I hear you’re using someone else’s number;

She said she saw you in the store today.

It doesn’t matter whose address

you’re listed under,

I only know they’ll never make you stay.

Like a memory in motion,

you were only passing through…

that is all you’ve ever known of life,

that’s all you’ll ever do.

There’s a dream I have where I sail away;

looking back I wave at you,

and I wave goodbye…

Oh Caroline

Oh, oh whoa oh, Caroline

Oh, oh Caroline

Oh

In another life I see you

as an angel flying high,

and the hands of time will free you –

you will cast your chains aside –

and the dawn will come and kiss away

every tear that’s ever fallen

from your eyes…

behind those eyes,

I wonder

Oh, Caroline… oh, oh, oh…

Oh, oh… Caroline…

Sometimes I wonder…

Oh… Caroline

Sometimes I,

Sometimes I wonder…

Concrete Blonde Snakes

Well now I think I make a right

If I remember yes, I think maybe tonight

I may do better when the moon is up and bright

Where I last saw you; what a sight, what a sight

(ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ah

shed your skin, I’m coming, shed your skin)

Between the canyon and the sky

where you can’t hide, you can’t hide

the desert sky has a million eyes

and the stars are on my side

(ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ah

shed your sky, I’m coming)

I think I feel you in the sand

Not far away; tiny tremor of the land

I lay and wait

I’ll see your eyes, your big white eyes

But they won’t see me

But you and I will meet tonight

Under a Joshua tree

(ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ah

shed your sky, I….. shed your skin, shed your sky, ayaya…)

Concrete Blonde Echoes

Live on

Endless running – rivers red

I see the ruins fallen in my head

No sign of liberty on any face

Lost by the tears of more than one race

More than one race

Under illusions of hostility

We sleep in doubt restlessly

Outside the walls in cinder we lay

A silent voice against the crimson sky

Crimson sky

Live on – tu y yo

God, I dream – it’s only a vision

Just ahead – miles in revision

I walk with you – but not alone

Without an answer we will sing this song

Sing the song

Live on – tu y yo

Live on – tu y yo

We will begin again

Concrete Blonde Little Conversations

The little conversation, well is over very soon

And I watch in admiration from my corner of the room

And they shine on you with starry eyes and they rain a friendly storm

They’re like kids around a Christmas tree

And then you smile all nice and warm

These little conversations if I tried my very best

You know I never could say anything in twenty words or less

Somewhere, sometime, down the line

Someday I may confess and tell you all, well that’s all

The little conversations well on me are very rough

Well they leave me all in pieces as you know there’s never time enough

It’s like a book with missing pages, a story incomplete

It’s like a painting left unfinished

It feels like not enough to eat, starvin’

You know these little conversations, well for me they’ll never do

Now what am I supposed to do with broken sentences of you?

I’ll stay in my corner ’cause that’s all that I can do

Let the others speak for me

Little conversations are we?

Are we? Are we?

Concrete Blonde Roses Grow

L.A

Who’da thought

Right smack dab in the middle of what

With the belching buses

And broken bones

DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT

Hey, hey

L.A.

Who’da thought

L.A.

After closing when it’s down to me

And the same old souls

Well Johnny’s all right if you buy him a gin

He’ll tell you his stories about Errol Flynn

He even danced with Marilyn!

No way!

Thats what they say

DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!

Hey, hey

L.A.

Who’da thought

Up through the cracks

Up through the broken glass

In the hot red light of a black and white

Roses grow

Roxy is in tonight

She’s styling around in her fishnet tights

And she’s got more life at 65

Than the teenage boys she keeps up all night

Heavy metal

Young hard cock

What, can’t you handle that kind of talk?

The strippers here they really rock

DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT

Hey, hey

L.A.

Who’da thought

Up through the cracks

Up through the broken glass

In the hot red light of a black and white

Roses grow

Up through the glass (Up through the glass)

Up through the broken glass (Up through the broken glass)

In the hot red light of a black and white (In the hot red of a black and white)

Roses grow

Roses grow

Roses grow

Roses grow….