Jackson Browne Downtown

Downtown people gotta work a little harder working downtown

Downtown they got to think a little quicker ’cause they’re downtown

Downtown the breaks are harder

Downtown the thieves are smarter

I’ve got this place I’m renting

It cost me next to nothing downtown

Nobody comes around telling me I gotta turn the sound down

Broadway – down on the corner

The bible screamer, the plasma donor

Buses, carhorns, ghetto blasters

The shouts and cries of the human disasters

It’s all music

It’s all music

Downtown

It’s all music

It’s all music

I feel alright when I’m downtown

My feet are light when I’m downtown

I cast my hopes on the human tide

I place my bet and let it ride

I’m open wide when I’m downtown

Downtown there’s every kind of people walkin’ round downtown

Downtown there’s every language, every human sound downtown

Downtown the nights are longer

Downtown the sights are stronger

Downtown wandering all around downtown

It’s all music

Eight blocks south of city hall

The rats run free and the winos crawl

Darkness falls on the vast machine

Where the future stalks the American dream

I feel alright when I’m downtown

My head feels light when I’m downtown

It’s all in sight when I’m downtown

I feel alright when I’m downtown

Jackson Browne The Naked Ride Home

Just take off your clothes and I’ll drive you home I said

Knowing she never could pass on a dare

And knowing it sounded more desperate than reckless or bold

I just put it out there cold, too far gone to care

My eyes on the road, she slid herself down in the seat

And a vision of paradise swung into view

Across those five lanes not one driver glanced over to see

The beauty known only to me, and a big rig or two

On that freeway the light was receding

Her beauty, a sight so misleading

I failed to hear the heart that was beating alone

On the naked ride home

With the trace of a smile and that defiant look in her eye

She hurtled through space in a world of her own

And turning aside my caress spoke of all that she’d not yet done

As if I was the doubting one who would have to be shown

On that freeway the light was receding

Her beauty, a sight so misleading

I failed to hear the heart that was beating alone

On the naked ride home

She gathered her clothes

And ran through the yard in the dark

Up onto the porch like a flash, and inside

Then one room at a time

I watched every light in our house come on

Like the truth that would eventually dawn,

Forcing me to decide

But on that freeway the light was receding

Her beauty, a sight so misleading

I failed to hear the heart that was beating alone

On the naked ride home

Jackson Browne Rock Me On The Water

Oh people, look around you

The signs are everywhere

You’ve left it for somebody other than you

To be the one to care

You’re lost inside your houses

There’s no time to find you now

Your walls are burning and your towers are turning

I’m going to leave you here and try to get down to the sea somehow

The road is filled with homeless souls

Every woman, child and man

Who have no idea where they will go

But they’ll help you if they can

Now everyone must have some thought

That’s going to pull them through somehow

Well the fires are raging hotter and hotter

But the sisters of the sun are going to rock me on the water now

Rock me on the water

Sister will you soothe my fevered brow

Rock me on the water

I’ll get down to the sea somehow

Oh people, look among you

It’s there your hope must lie

There’s a sea bird above you

Gliding in one place like Jesus in the sky

We all must do the best we can

And then hang on to that Gospel plow

When my life is over, I’m going to stand before the Father

But the sisters of the sun are going to rock me on the water now

Rock me on the water

Sister will you soothe my fevered brow

Rock me on the water, maybe I’ll remember

Maybe I’ll remember how

Rock me on the water

The wind is with me now

So rock me on the water

I’ll get down to the sea somehow

Jackson Browne Lavender Windows

Lavender windows and burgundy doors

Olive green pillows on ebony floors

The lightest of wine

Could have been mine

It should have been mine

Promises kept and promises broken

They’re all the same whether silent or spoken

They’re not worth a penny

I didn’t make many

I didn’t break any

Roads that are leaving and roads that have gone

Oh every road moves but the one that I’m on

The score is now even

And I should be leaving

Why am I not leaving

Jackson Browne Gotta See A Man About A Daydream

I could write for you

A song about the warming of September

But I couldn’t really give to you

That month in the spring

And I could write for you

Melodies dedicated to the seasons

But I’d be caught behind

Remembering a reason not to sing

And the music would accompany

The words it brings along

Why should I try

How can I try

I can’t give you the seasons in a song

I could paint for you

A picture with a swirling world of color

But I couldn’t really give to you

The brush strokes of my mind

And in my ticker-tape parade

All the memories of all my failures

Would be summoned in

And made to walk a step or two behind

And models seldom find themselves

In portraits that I’ve drawn

But I have cried

And not denied

That my colors aren’t clear enough in song

You ask of me

What’s a word that rhymes with all your confusion

Don’t you think that’s just a little bit

Unusual to ask

Once you asked of me

Once before what is a word for all your crying

But you were laughing at me all the time

Behind your tragic mask

Now you ask me and my friends

If you can pack and come along

Why should I try

How can I try

If you can follow the honesty in song

So I’ll go skipping through

All my daydreams at a thousand miles an hour

And I’ll try to sort things out

Into an order if I can

I’ve got a couple things to do

Before I come and talk to you again

Well I’ll meet you in a dream or two

Down by the borderland

I’ve got a necessary game to play

And changes to go through

It’s time to go, time to go

So it’s so long, farewell

And I’ll be seeing you

Jackson Browne The Painter

We see him dancing in the morning

Stars depart the yawning sky

He’ll take the hour that is passing

And leave it in his lover’s eye

And if you want he’ll make it seem

As though you’re walking in his dream

A mystic sea

We hear him laughing in the shadows

As he smuggles in the sand

He’s found another kind of color

In the magic he has donned

And if you want he’ll take the time

To ask the sun and moon to rhyme

And then combine

He draws no lines between what he’s imagining

Jackson Browne Off Of Wonderland

It was easy for me

Up so high in my tree

Living off of Wonderland

Living with an unknown band

Waiting there for Everyman

There was change in the air

It was love everywhere

Living off of Wonderland

Ankle deep in contraband

Working on a life unplanned

Didn’t we believe in love?

Didn’t we believe in giving it away?

That didn’t really leave us with the love

To find our way

After RFK and Martin Luther King

Do you feel it today?

Love is still on the way

Coming over Wonderland

The world is in your open hand

Once again it’s at your command

Didn’t we believe in love?

Didn’t we believe that love would carry on?

Wouldn’t we receive enough

If we could just believe in one another

As much as we believed in John

Jackson Browne Bound For Colorado

The days of spring have just begun

And melted snow begins to run

Aspen is a fine place where many people go

And so you’re bound for Colorado

Don’t send me cards from where you’ve been

Or tell me ’bout the friends you win

But send to me a new leaf just begun to grow

And hurry home from Colorado

You told me once that you would like to run away

From all the fears and all the tears you felt that day

You should know no matter where you go

You have your friends to lean upon

When you’re not sure what’s goin’ on

And if you don’t return by the summer I will know

You’ve found a home in Colorado

And you’re doing fine in Colorado

Jackson Browne Culver Moon

I live in a small town . . . deep in LA

About five miles north of where the Lakers play

Everybody here’s from someplace else

Working all together just like Santa’s elves

Baby, Culver me

And I’ll Culver you

When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew

When the lights are glowing with the mists of June

And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon

Baby don’t worry ’bout Angelyne

She ain’t the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen

Nothing she wears ever fits her right

And her complexion is just a little too tight

And the way she looks down from so high above

Makes me think the poor child’s never been in love

Baby, Culver me

And I’ll Culver you

When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew

When the lights are glowing with the mists of June

And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon

Baby I’m going to love you ’til the stars come down

‘Til they park their limos and they walk to town

‘Til the L.A. river overflows its banks

‘Til the whole alternative nation bows its knobby head in thanks

‘Til the fish are jumping in Ballona Creek

‘Til the earth is inherited by the meek

Baby, Culver me

And I’ll Culver you

When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew

When the lights are glowing with the mists of June

And the whole world is illuminated by the Culver Moon

Under the rainbow and behind Versailles

From the aisles of Fedco to the 405

From MGM to Veteran’s Park

Way down at Chippendale’s fumblin’ in the dark

Where the ghostly specter of Howard Hughes

Hovers in the smoke of a thousand bar-b-ques

Baby, Culver me

And I’ll Culver you

When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew

When the lights are glowing with the mists of June

And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon

Jackson Browne My Opening Farewell

A lady stands before an open window

Staring so far away

She can almost feel the southern wind blow

Almost touching her restless day

She turns from her window to me

Sad smile her apology

Sad eyes reaching to the door

Daylight loses to another evening

And still she spares me the word goodbye

And sits alone beside me fighting her feelings

Struggles to speak but in the end can only cry

Suddenly its so hard to find

The sound of the words to speak her troubled mind

So I’m offering these to her as if to be kind:

There’s a train everyday leaving either way

There’s a world, you know

There’s a way to go

And you’ll soon be gone – that’s just as well

This is my opening farewell

A child’s drawings left there on the table

And a woman’s silk lying on the floor

And I would keep them here if I were able

Lock her safe behind this open door

But suddenly it’s so clear to me

That I’d asked her to see what she may never see

And now my kind words find their way back to me

There’s a train everyday leaving either way

There’s a world, you know

You got a way’s to go

And I’ll soon believe – it’s just as well

This is my opening farewell