DISKOGRAFI & TEXTER

Tuesday Night Music Club


Sheryl Crow


Run Baby Run

She was born in November 1963
The day that Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
That every man could be free
So her mama got high, high, high
And her daddy marched on Birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs
And he pictured all the places
Where he knew that she'd belong
But he failed and taught her young
The only thing she'd need to carry on
He taught her how to
Run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run
Past the arms of the familiar
And their talk of better days
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
so long
Baby loves to run
She counts out all her money
In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
Stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fighting
Through the pouring rain
She's searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And she's pictures all the places
Where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile
Because she knows exactly how
To carry on
So run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run
From the old familiar faces and
Their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
So long
Baby loves to run


Leaving Las Vegas

Life springs eternal
On a gaudy neon street
Not that I care at all
I spent the best part of my losing streak
In an Army Jeep
For what I can't recall
Oh I'm banging on my TV set
And I check the odds
And I place my bet
I pour a drink
And I pull the blind
And I wonder what I'll find
[Chorus]
I'm Leaving Las Vegas
Lights so bright
Palm sweat, blackjack
On a Saturday night
Leaving Las Vegas
Leaving for good, for good
I'm leaving for good
I'm leaving for good
Used to be I could drive up to
Barstow for the night
Find some crossroad trucker
To demonstrate his might
But these days it seems
Nowhere is far enough away
So I'm leaving Las Vegas today
Chorus
I'm standing in the middle of the desert
Waiting for my ship to come in
But now no joker, no jack, no king
Can take this loser hand
And make it win
Chorus
I quit my job as a dancer
At the Lido des Girls
Dealing blackjack until one or two
Such a muddly line between
The things you want
And the things you have to do
Chorus
I'm leaving Las Vegas
And I won't be back
No I won't be back
Not this time


Strong Enough

God, I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot fight
I'd be the last to help you understand
Are you strong enough to be my man?

Nothing's true and nothing's right
So let me be alone tonight
Cause you can't change the way I am
Are you strong enough to be my man?

Lie to me
I promise I'll believe
Lie to me
But please don't leave

I have a face I cannot show
I make the rules up as I go
It's try and love me if you can
Are you strong enough to be my man?

When I've shown you that I just don't care
When I'm throwing punches in the air
When I'm broken down and I can't stand
Will you be strong enough to be my man?

Lie to me
I promise I'll believe
Lie to me
But please don't leave


Can't Cry Anymore

Took your car
Drove to Texas
Sorry, honey
But I suspected we were through
And I can't cry anymore
Since I left
Been feelin' better, cause that's
What you get when you
Stay together too long
And I can't cry anymore

[Chorus]
Wouldn't it be good if we could hop a flight to anywhere
So long to this life
So much for pretending
Bad luck's never-ending
And now I know that

Money comes is
But the fact is
There's not enough to
Pay my taxes
And I can't cry anymore
Well, got a brother
He's got real problems
Heroin - no
There's just no stopping him tonight
And I won't cry anymore

Chorus
It's never ending

It could be worse
I could've missed my calling
Sometimes it hurts
But when you read the writing on the wall
Can't cry anymore

Chorus

And too much time I've been spending
With my heart in my hands
waiting for time to come and mend it

I can't cry anymore


Solidify

Pouring in and around the great wellspring
Of simple feeling
And I need bearings in the face of your
Cool cool fire
Walking backwards with the pounding of your voice
Makes my soul tired
And concrete is
As concrete doesn't
And voices can drown

Why should I
Why should I
Why should I
Why should I
Solidify
Make me real
So you can see me

I guess you thought
I'd hide the sun from my liquid thoughts and
Make ice for you
You thought I'd seed my clouds
With the rain of your personal dreams
I guess you thought I'd throw confetti
At your parade of lofty thoughts
I guess you thought I'd shine good morning
In some good morning Jack
Surprise

Why should I
Why should I
Why should I
Why should I?
Solidify
Make me real
So you can see me


The Na-Na Song

Video countdown cyber phallic optics
Profligate talk shows scrounging for a topic
Rock-a-buy gravy train cradle's gonna rock me
37 million's what Larry Parker got me
World War XIV, my first Sony
Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni
Billy Jean Burger King chauvinist pig pen
U.S. Army only wants a few straight men

Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na

Panaflex Soloflex Genuflect Pope
What the world needs now is babies, gun and hope
Guardian angel dust in the wind cries Mary
Wanna be Madonna but the price is too high, very
Perfect rhythm Nazis in the pagan rhythm nation
Everybody's equal in the glow of radiation
Gotta four-wheel drive and I park it in the driveway
When I get drunk I drive it on the parkway
Gotta get a TV set for my car
Tonight's the Battle of the Network Stars

Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na

Sanaflush Bud-Bowl makin' me sick
Cause anybody in a helmet looks just like a dick
Steely Dan rather be hammer than a nail
The Serbs, the Poles, and the check's in the mail
Eat sleep live die fucking record label
G Gordon Liddy under the table, table, table
Clarence Thomas organ grinder Frank Dileo's dong
Maybe if I'd him I'd have had a hit song

Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-


No One Said It Would Be Easy

It's obvious the trouble we're in
When your father pulls up in a Mercedes Benz
He says he just happened to be in the neighborhood
But before he leaves he slips the landlord the rent
You say, "It's just a question of eliminating obstacles"
As you throw your dinner out the kitchen door
You say, "I know how you try"

But honey, let's eat out tonight

[Chorus]
No one said it would be easy
But no one said it'd be this hard
No one said it would be easy
No one thought we'd come this far

You can't seem to ever fold up a shirt
I bring it up and you think I'm a jerk
But I think we're here to stay
I can't imagine it any other way

Chorus

Sometimes I wonder who he's picturing
When he looks at me and smiles

No one said it would be easy
No one said it'd be this hard
No one said it would be easy
No one thought we'd come this far
Oh, and look we've come this far


What I Can Do For You

I'm so glad you're awake
That you're not like the others
Cause they're so straight-laced
And no fun
Gosh that's nice
That lingerie
Makes me feel like
Oh, I don't know

You're a very pretty thing
you remind me of someone
You must have heard
Some awful nasty things about me, but

What I can do for you
There's no one else
On God's green earth can do
What I can do for you
There's no one else
On God's green earth can do

Just ask anybody
They'll tell you that it's true
There's no one else on earth
Can do the things that I can do for you

You're never gonna make it
All by yourself
You're gonna need a friend
You're gonna need my help
I have so much to offer
If you just be nice
If you do what I say
And don't make me say it twice

Do you mind if I just
Rub my hand up thus
Come on just my hand
Come on just my hand
You got to understand
I'm gonna be your man
I'm gonna be your man
You're gonna need me


All I Wanna Do

Hit it!
This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club either
This is LA!

"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,"
Says the man next to me out of nowhere
It's apropos of nothing
He says his name's William but I'm sure
He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
And he's plain ugly to me
And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause

[Chorus]
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard

I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud
He shreds them on the bar
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
before blowing and cursing them out
- And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor

And a happy couple enters the bar
Dangerously close to one another
The bartender looks up from his want ads

Chorus

Otherwise the bar is ours,
The day and the night and the car wash too
The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars
The sun and the moon but

Chorus


We Do What We Can

Downstairs they're playing Kenton
The house set to swing
I lay in my bed
And listen to everything
Cause Leo's in rare form tonight
His trombone sings so sweet
This is the room
Where they all come to meet

He said
I do what I can
I live for the moment
And that's who I am
Yeah that's who I am

And isn't it good
If we could freeze moments in time
We all would
But I do what I can
I do what I can

Downstairs he's playing Kenton
The Magnavox sighs
But oh how the music has changed
In all of our lives
He says "nobody listens
To modern jazz"
And I'll never have what those guys have

He says
I do what I can
I work for a living
And that's who I am
Yeah that's who I am

And it's good to be alive
But everything's different since Leo died
I do what I can

Is this the end of the modern world
What could it mean for a young girl
Who sees the pain on his face
He does what he can

The procession on the TV screen
What could it possibly mean for a man
who's come this far just to turn around
Could there still be life in Kenton's swing
With the Kennedys gone and everything
Those sad rows of houses with their optimistic colors
Democrat grandparents and draft-dodging brothers
Riots down the street and discontented mothers
We do what we can

Downstairs it's quiet
Less alive somehow
Somehow he was everything that I am now

And he says
I do what I can
I work for a living
And that's who I am
And that's who I am

But it's good to be alive
And these are the choices
We make to survive
You do what you can


I Shall Believe

Come to me now
And lay your hands over me
Even if it's a lie
Say it will be alright
And I shall believe

I'm broken in two
And I know you're on to me
That I only come home
When I'm so all alone
But I do believe

That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won't give up on me
And I shall believe
And I shall believe

Open the door
And show me your face tonight
I know it's true
No one heals me like you
And you hold the key

Never again
would I turn away from you
I'm so heavy tonight
But your love is alright
And I do believe

That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly
You won't give up on me
And I shall believe
I shall believe
And I shall believe


Maybe Angels

Six-lane highway running up to my back door
But it won't take me where I want to be
I took the I-95 down to Pensacola
All I found was a bunch of holyrollers
They don't know nothing 'bout saving me

[Chorus]
I swear they're out there,
I swear I swear they're out there,
I swear I swear they're out there,
I swear Maybe Angels Maybe Angels

Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere
My bag's all packed in case they ever come for me
Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies
Got witnesses to what the government denies
So I'm headed down to Roswell to wait and see

Chorus
Oh what a mystery
Oh I believe, I believe, I could leave

My sister, she says she knows Elvis She know Jesus, John Lennon and Cobain personally
Well, I'm too wise to believe my eyes
Cause all I've seen just terrifies me
But I believe they're coming back for me

Chorus


A Change

Ten years living in a paperbag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat
He's a platinum canary, drinkin' falstaff beer
Mercedes rule, and a rented lear
Bottom feeder insincere
Prophet lo-fi pioneer
Sell the house and go to school
Get a young girlfriend, daddy's jewel

A change would do you good
A change would do you good

God's little gift is on the rag
Poster girl posing in a fashion mag
Canine, feline, Jekyll and Hyde?
Wear your fake fur on the inside
Queen of south beach, aging blues
Dinners at six, wear your cement shoes
I thought you were syncing your heart out to me
Your lips were sincing and now I see

A change would do you good
A change would do you good

Chasing dragons with plastic swords
Jack off Jimmy everybody wants more
Scully and angel on the kitchen floor
And I'm calling Buddy on the ouija board
I've been thinking 'bout catching a train
Leave my phone machine by the radar range
Hello it's me, I'm not at home
If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone

A change would do you good
A change would do you good


Home

I woke up this morning
Now I understand
What it means to give your live
To just one man
Afraid of feeling nothing
No bees or butterflies
My head is full of voices
And my house is full of lies

[Chorus]
This is home, home
And this is home, home
This is home

I found you standing there
When I was seventeen
Now I'm thirty-two
And I can't remember what I'd seen in you
I made a promise
Said it everyday
Now I'm reading romance novels
And dreaming of yesterday

Chorus

I'd like to see the Riviera
And slowdance underneath the stars
I'd like to watch the sun come up
In a stranger arms

Chorus

I'm going crazy
A little everyday
And everything I wanted
Is now driving me away
I woke this morning
To the sound of breaking hearts
Mine is full of questions
And it's tearing yours apart...


Sweet Rosalyn

Slappin' leather was devised
During a wild streak in her life
She had a cheap apartment up on Royal Street, she brought home
Just enough to keep her on her feet
She don't believe in anything
But if you ask her, she'll say there's a plenty of things to believe in

Sweet Rosalyn
Sometimes you gotta give in
Sweet Rosalyn
Sometimes you gotta give in
Sometimes you gotta be loved

She got a number off the bathroom wall
She was looking for a good time so she made the call
Got a strangly calm voice on the other line
Sneaky little priest tryin' to reach out to the swine
He said, "Hello my name is Father Tim
Seems to me your zeal for this life has been wearing a little thin"

Sweet Rosalyn
Sometimes you gotta give in
Sweet Rosalyn
Sometimes you gotta give in
Sometimes you gotta be loved

Maybe we all could use a little grace
To know when to run or when to stay in one place

Sweet Rosalyn
Sometimes you gotta give in
Sweet Rosalyn
Sometimes you gotta give in
Sometimes you gotta be loved


If It Makes You Happy

I've been long, along way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
And drank 'til I was thirsty again

We went searching through thrift store jungles

Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo
And Benny Goodman's corset and pen

Well, o.k. I made this up
I promised you I'd never give up

[Chorus]
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

You get down, real low down
You listen to coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn't been there before?

I come round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed,
Scrape the mold off the bread,
And serve you french toast again

Well, o.k. I still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home

Chorus

We've been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
And everywhere in between

Well, o.k. we get along
So what if right now everything's wrong?

Chorus


Redemption Day

I've wept for those who suffer long
But how I weep for those who've gone
Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong
But keep on killing
It's in the soul to feel such things
But weak to watch without speaking
Oh what mercy sadness brings
If God be willing

There is a train that's heading straight
To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man
And woman wait, watch and wait
For redemption day

Fire rages in the streets
And swallow everything it meets
It's just an image often seen
On television
Come leaders, come you men of great
Let us hear you pontificate
Your many virtues laid to waste
And we aren't listening
What do you have for us today
Throw us a bone but save the plate
Oh why we waited til so late
Was there no oil to excavate
No riches in trade for the fate
Of every person who died in hate
Throw us a bone, you men of great

There is a train that's heading straight
To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man
And woman wait, watch and wait
For redemption day

It's buried in the countryside
It's exploding in the shells of night
It's everywhere a baby cries
Freedom


Hard To Make A Stand

Old James Dean Monroe
Hands out flowers at the Shop-N-Go
Hopes for money but all he gets is fear
And the wind blows up his coat
And this he scribbles on a perfume note
"If I'm not here, then you're not here"
And he says,
"Call me Miscreation,
I'm a walking celebration"

[Chorus]
And it's hard to make a stand
And it's hard to make a stand
It's hard to make a stand
It's hard to make s stand

My friend, o lawdy,
Went to take care of her body,
And she got shot down in the road
She looked up before she went,
Said, "This isn't really what I meant"
And the Daily News said, "Two with one stone"
And I say,
"Hey there, Miscreation,
Bring a flower, time is wasting"

Chorus

Yes it is

We got loud guitars and big suspicions,
Great big guns and small ambitions,
And we still argue over who is God
And I say,
"Hey there, Miscreation,
Bring a flower, time is wasting"
I say,
"Hey there, Miscreation,
We all need a revelation"

Chorus


Everyday Is A Winding Road

I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man
He says he's been down this road more than twice
He was high on intellectualism
I've never been there but the brochure looks nice

Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine

He's got a daughter he calls Easter
She was born on a Tuesday night
I'm just wondering why I feel so alone
Why I'm a stranger in my own life

Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine

I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wondering if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening

Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine


Love Is A Good Thing

Watch out sister, watch out brother,
Watch our children while they kill each other
With a gun they bought at Walmart discount stores
Welcome to the hallway, metal-detector just been installed...hey
Isn't cops and robbers gettin' to be a big bore
Mary, Mary quite contrary, close the door now, it's much too scary
And you might see something you wish you hadn't seen
Out of sight, out of time, out of patience, and I'm out of my mind
Governor, tell me what does it mean
Dance children, dance to the beat,
Wanna be a hippy cause life was so sweet
Good-morning hate
Dance children, dance to the beat,
Wanna rock and roll up and down the street,
I've got a message
Love is a good thing
Love is a good thing
Love is a good thing

Politicians on a mission, build them up, bring them down
For the good of the "system",
Well we don't like the way you live your life
I got one thing I must express, we try our criminals in the press
Justice is a fading light

Mary, Mary quite contrary, close the door now, it's much too scary
And you might see something you wish you hadn't seen
Out of sight, out of time, out of patience, and I'm out of my mind
Governor, tell me what does it mean
Dance children, dance to the beat,
Wanna be a hippy cause life was so sweet
Good-morning hate
Dance children, dance to the beat,
Wanna rock and roll up and down the street,
I've got a message
Love is a good thing
Love is a good thing
Love is a good thing


Oh Marie

Here she comes, she's all dressed up in daisies
Half the time, you'd swear that she is crazy
Flowered drinks and a low-cut dress
That's the way I know her best
She says she's lonely, how could she be?
Every night she's got company

Oh Marie,
I sure hope you're happy
Oh Marie,
What about me, Marie

She likes the way she looks in her Camaro
She likes lingerie but he prefers the sombrero
She's so famous on the block
She stumbles home around four o'clock
She claims the guys are hard to please
She wears teen perfume behind her knees

Oh Marie,
I sure hope you're happy
Oh Marie,
What about me, Marie

All day long she fills me up with dogma
She's all magazines and benzedrine and vodka
There was one man she truly loved
He took everything but her bear-skin rug
And now and then it's clear to me
That need is love and love is need

Oh Marie,
I sure hope you're happy
Oh Marie,
What about me, Marie
Oh Marie,
What are you looking for
Oh Marie,
Always an open door
What are you looking for


Superstar

Let's go all downtown
I got friends doing nothing but hanging around...well
I feel like there's something I could be missing
you know you look alright
You got cheap shoes, a Malibu, and a big public fights
Well, there's no one else I would rather be kissing
Baby when you start to bleed, you look so sweet
Everybody's watching you cause everybody wants to be

Little superstar, well baby that's what you are
Little superstar, oh honey that's what you are

I got a backstage line
I call you up been watching you for quite some time
I beat around the streets like Bandini looking for Camilla
I'll be satin and speed
If you and I are still alive we'll get off these streets
Well, there was a time I would've hung around just to be seen
Hey man, it's a shame when you start to fade
Diamond rings and sparkily things won't make your shine stay

My little superstar, oh baby that's what you are
My little superstar, oh honey you break my heart
My little superstar, oh honey you know you are
My little superstar, oh honey you break my heart


The Book

I read your book
And I find it strange
That I know that girl and I know her world
A little too well
And I didn't know
By giving my hand
That I would be written down, sliced around, passed down
Among stranger's hands

Three days in Rome
Where do we go
I'll always remember
Three days in Rome

Never again
Would I see your face
You carry a pen and a paper and no time and no words you waste
Oh you're a voyeur
The worst kind of thief
To take what happened to us
To write down everthing that went on between you and me

Three days in Rome
And I stand alone
I'll always remember
Three days in Rome

And what do I get
Do I get revenge
While you lay it all out
Without any doubt
Of how this would end
Sometimes it goes
Sometimes we come
To learn by mistake that the love you once made
Can't be undone

Three days in Rome
I laid my heart out
I laid my soul down
I'll always remember
Three days in rome


Ordinary Morning

I left a man
Asleep in the nude
Name in my pocket
With lipstick and rouge
Everything I ever wanted, what a lovely pie you've baked, is anybody listening?
Don't painted bird never flys away

It's just an ordinary morning
It's just an ordinary day
And I'm just an ordinary woman
Slipping away

The walls have been talking
About me again
I'm good for a joke but when I awoke
The dream didn't end
Now everytime I turn around I'm only sleeping, John is anybody out there?
Don't the wounded birds still sing

It's just an ordinary morning
It's just an ordinary day
And I'm just an ordinary woman
Slipping away