Jackson Browne The Rebel Jesus

The streets are filled with laughter and light

And the music of the season

And the merchants’ windows are all bright

With the faces of the children

And the families hurrying to their homes

As the sky darkens and freezes

Will be gathering around the hearths and tables

Giving thanks for all God’s graces

And the birth of the rebel Jesus

They call him by the “Prince of Peace”

And they call him by “The Saviour”

And they pray to him upon the sea

And in every bold endeavor

As they fill his churches with their pride and gold

And their faith in him increases

But they’ve turned the nature that I worshipped in

From a temple to a robber’s den

In the words of the rebel Jesus

We guard our world with locks and guns

And we guard our fine possessions

And once a year when Christmas comes

We give to our relations

And perhaps we give a little to the poor

If the generosity should seize us

But if any one of us should interfere

In the business of why there are poor

They get the same as the rebel Jesus

But pardon me if I have seemed

To take the tone of judgement

For I’ve no wish to come between

This day and your enjoyment

In this life of hardship and of earthly toil

We have need for anything that frees us

So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer

From a heathen and a pagan

On the side of the rebel Jesus.

Jackson Browne Far From The Arms Of Hunger

Far from the arms of hunger

Far from the world disorder

Beyond the reach of warfare

Blinded by faith no longer

No longer free to plunder

No longer safe to rule

A world no longer ours alone

Where people walk in wonder

And speak to one another

And recognize as brother

The face across the border

Across a sea of differences

Across the drifting sands

The joining of our hands in time

When will we find

We can no longer look away

When will we mind

The killing in our name each day

When we decide

That all our might just weighs us down

Then will we find

The means to turn our world around

When will we find

When will we mind

When we decide

The means to turn our world around

Far from the arms of hunger

Far from the world disorder

Beyond the reach of war

There is a world where we belong

Jackson Browne If I Only Had A Brain

See, I can’t scare anybody.

They come from miles around

To laugh in my face and eat in my field.

Said a scarecrow swinging on a pole,

To some blackbirds sittin’ on a fence,

“Oh, the Lord gave me a soul,

But, forgot to give me common sense.”

Said the blackbirds, “Well, well, well.

What the thunder would you do with common sense?”

Said the scarecrow,”Would be pleasin’

just to reason out the reason

of the wishes and the whyness and the whence”

If I had an once of common sense…

(If he had an ounce of common sense)

(Well, what would you do Scarecrow?”)

I would while away the hours

Conferin’ with the flowers

Consultin’ with the rain

And my head I’d be scratchin’

While my thoughts were busy hatchin’

If I only had a brain.

I’d unravel every riddle,

For every individle,

In trouble or in pain.

With the thoughts I’d be thinkin’,

I could be another Lincoln,

If I only had a brain.

Oh I- could tell you why,

The ocean’s near the shore.

I could think of things I never thought before,

Then I’d sit- and think some more.

I would not be just a nothin’,

my head all full of stuffin’,

My heart all full of pain.

I would dance and by merry,

Life would be a dingle derry,

If I only had a brain.

If I only had a brain-

(If he only had a brain.)

I could tell you why

The ocean’s near the shore.

I could think of things I never thought before

And then I’d sit- and think some more.

Ya, it would be kind of pleasin’

To reason out the reason,

for the things I can’t explain.

Then perhaps I’d deserve you,

and be even worthy of you,

If I only had a brain.

I could dance and by merry,

Life would be a dingle derry,

If I only had a brain.

If I only had a brain.

(If he only had a brain.)

Jackson Browne Lawless Avenues

Papa hit him, Mama kissed him

Made him go to Catechism

With the sisters in their black and white

And all the time those city streets

Were teaching him another kind of wisdom

When to run and when to fight

Up at the playground after school

Listening to tales of the prison system

And those lawless avenues

Dawn on a half darkened street

A child’s footsteps repeat

And something there turns them

Down those lawless avenues

Silent Joe went down so bad

He was the strongest fighter the avenues had

Stabbed in the chest he went down swinging

Someone from some other part of town

No one even seen it coming down

And you don’t hear no church bells ringing

And in the violent night the police light

Sweeps across the lots and the yards

Following those lawless avenues

Down on a half darkened street

Armies advance and retreat

And struggle to take control

From those lawless avenues

Manuelito’s sister Rosa

Ran away with a surfer from Hermosa

Manuelito, cuida a Rosa,

Hay mira como estan las cosas!

(Manuelito take care of Rosa

…Look at how things are)

But who could blame her after she saw

Every boy die who could have gotten close to her

Rosa es joven u solo quiere

ver la belleza del mundo

(Rosa is young and only wants

To see the beauty of the world)

Manuel said:

“You gotta fight for what you want in this life”

Just before they shipped him overseas to ‘Nam

Otra guerra sin razon

Otra guerra sin fin, sin honor

(Another war without reason,

Another war without end, without honor)

And she was fighting to understand

When they shipped Manuelito’s body home

All she heard was one more shot

Echoing down lawless avenues

Hoy amigo, tal igual como ayer,

La lucha en el barrio no cambia

Nuestros hijos son los que han de crecer

Por ley de la calle, viviendo entre abrazos

Y chingazos

(Today my friend, just like yesterday,

The struggle in the barrio doesn’t change.

Our children are the ones to grow up

By the law of the street

Living between hugs and blows)

Down on a half darkened street

Fathers’ and sons’ lives repeat

And something there turns them

Down those lawless avenues

En el calor de la calle

(In the heat of the street)

Buscan valor en la calle

(Looking for valor in the street)

Hasta final de la calle

(Till the end of the street)

Jackson Browne Going Down To Cuba

Sometimes I get to feeling low

Wish I could just pick up and go somewhere new

Change my point of view

Maybe somewhere I don’t know

Toss the idea to and fro

Not sure what makes it come and go

There it is again: sweet music on the wind

Over the Gulf of Mexico

I’m going to down to Cuba someday soon

Following that Caribbean moon

It’s been too long since I’ve been there

I’m going down to Cuba with my friends

Down where the rhythm never ends

Where women wear gardenias in their hair

People will tell you it’s not easy

You’re not supposed to go, they say

They say that Cuba is the enemy

I’m going down there anyway

I’m going down to Cuba to see my friends

Down where the rhythm never ends

No problem is too difficult to solve

Yeah times are tough down there it’s true

But you know they’re going to make it through

They make such continuous use of the verb to resolve

They’ve got to deal with that embargo

Enough to drive any country insane

They might not know the things you and I know

They do know what to do in a hurricane

Maybe I’ll go through Mexico

Old Jesse Helms don’t have to know

Anyway all the allies of the USA

Travel to Cuba everyday

I’m going down to Cuba to see my friends

Down where the rhythm never ends

Where by comparison my trouble will just unravel

I’m North American, you know

Don’t like to hear where I can’t go

Free people will insist on the freedom to travel

I’m going to drink the rum mojito

And walk out on the Malecon

In one hand a Monte Cristo

And in the other an ice cream cone

I’m going down to Cuba with my band

We’re going to formulate a plan

Whereby we obtain that cultural permission

If I told you once I told you thrice

It’ll put a smile on your face to see a Chevrolet with a Soviet transmission

I bet the country cast a spell

And there are things I think of still

Like the beauty of that woman that spoke to me

In the Hotel Nacional

I’m gonna book my flight today

I’m definitely on my way

Just hold my place and I’ll get back in the race

And I’m back in the USA

Jackson Browne My Stunning Mystery Companion

What with all my expectations long abandoned

And a future I no longer saw my hand in

How I found you is beyond my understanding

My stunning mystery companion

I know that you don’t want to be

Out here forever on this road

Or live among the boxes

Where all my past lives have been stowed

Maybe you’re thinking of someplace

With a garden by the sea

Where we could slow down

And you could put a little more work in on me

What with all my expectations long abandoned

My solitary nature notwithstanding

You’re the one who pulled me

Out of that crash landing

My stunning mystery companion

Right now I can’t quite remember

The cause of all my tears

I hear you laughing and somehow

The past just disappears

Maybe you were joking when you said

You’d take me for ten years and no more

Maybe you’ve had the best of me

But you could take another ten years and be sure

What with all my expectations long abandoned

And a life that just gets more and more demanding

There’s no doubt that you’re the reason I’m still standing

My stunning mystery companion

Jackson Browne Sleep’s Dark And Silent Gate

Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder

Where my life will lead me

Waiting to pass under Sleep’s dark and silent gate

I found my love too late

Running around day after day

Looking for the time to play

While my old friends slipped away

Never should have had to try so hard

To make a love work out, I guess

I don’t know what love has got to do with happiness

But the times when we were happy

Were the times we never tried

Sitting down by the highway

Looking down the road

Waiting for a ride

I don’t know where I’ve been

Wishing I could fly away

Don’t know where I’m going

Wishing I could hide

Oh God this is some shape I’m in

When the only thing that makes me cry

Is the kindness in my baby’s eye

Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder

Where the years have gone

They have all passed under

Sleep’s dark and silent gate

Jackson Browne Ah, But Sometimes

I’m a moody and swirling pool, lost in some dark wood

Angry at a million things and more

I can do no good

Ah, but sometimes –

Sometimes I’m a growing blade of grass

Washed by the rain, bent by the wind

I’m a deeply wounded lonely tree

Lost in my own way

Brooding on the saddest things and worse

I’ve seen my better day

I’m an old and broken tumbleweed

Lost on faded sands

Dreaming of my yesterdays before

I watch the heat waves dance

Jackson Browne The Crow On The Cradle

The sheep’s in the meadow

The cow’s in the corn

Now is the time for a child to be born

He’ll laugh at the moon

And cry for the sun

And if it’s a boy he’ll carry a gun

Sang the crow on the cradle

And if it should be that this baby’s a girl

Never you mind if her hair doesn’t curl

With rings on her fingers

And bells on her toes

And a bomber above her wherever she goes

Sang the crow on the cradle

The crow on the cradle

The black and the white

Somebody’s baby is born for a fight

The crow on the cradle

The white and the black

Somebody’s baby is not coming back

Sang the crow on the cradle

Your mother and father will sweat and they’ll slave

To build you a coffin and dig you a grave

Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep

For we’ve got a toy that can put you to sleep

Sang the crow on the cradle

Bring me my gun, and I’ll shoot that bird dead

That’s what your mother and father once said

The crow on the cradle, what can we do

Ah, this is a thing that I’ll leave up to you

Sang the crow on the cradle

Sang the crow on the cradle

Jackson Browne Love Needs A Heart

Maybe the hardest thing I’ve ever done

Was to walk away from you

Leaving behind the life that we’d begun

I split myself in two

Proud and alone, cold as a stone

Rolling down that hill into the night

I could see the surprise and the hurt in your eyes

From behind each flashing city light

Love needs a heart and I need to find

If loves needs a heart like mine

Love won’t come near me, she don’t even hear me

She walks past my vacancy sign

Love needs a heart, trusting and blind

I wish that heart was mine

Proud and alone, cold as a stone

I’m afraid to believe the things I feel

I can cry with the best I can laugh with the rest

But I’m never sure when it’s real

And it may be the hardest thing I’ve ever done

But apart from all that I hope to find

Where’s the heart that’s been looking for mine?

I hope it finds me in time

Love needs a heart and I need to find

If love needs a heart like mine