Tuesday Night Music Club
1. RUN, BABY, RUN
Bill Bottrell, David Baerwald, Sheryl Crow
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She was born in November 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
That everyone could be free
So her mama got high high high
And her daddy marched in Birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs
And he pictured all the places
Where he knew that she'd belong
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 all her money
In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
Stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fighthing
Through the pouring rain
She's searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And she 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
Their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
So long
Baby loves to run
Sheryl Crow, Bill Bottrell,
David Baerwald, Kevin Gilbert, David RickettsLife 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
Pour a drink
And pull the blind
And I wonder what I'll find
Leaving Las Vegas
Lights so bright
Palm sweet, blackjack
On a Saturday night
Leaving Las Vegas
Leaving for good
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
I'm standing in the middle of the desert
Waiting for my ship to come in
But no jocker, no jack, no king
Can take this losing hand
And make it win
Quit my job as a dancer
At the Lido des Girls
Dealing blackjack until one or two
Such a muddy line between
The things you want
And the things you have to do
Sheryl Crow, Bill Bottrell, David Baerwald,
Kevin Gilbert, David Ricketts, Brian MacleodGod, 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
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 man enough to be me 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 cannot 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
Sheryl Crow, Bill BottrellTook 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
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
(Now I know that)
Money comes in
But the fact is
No enough no
Pay my taxes
And I can't cry anymore
Gotta brother
He's got real brother
Heroin
There's just no stopping him tonight
And I can't cry anymore
Could be worse
Could've missed my calling
Sometimes it hurts
But when you read the writings on the wall
Can't cry anymore
So much for pretending
But luck's never-ending
Too much time I been spending
With my heart in my hands
Waiting for time to come and mend it
I can't cry anymore
Sheryl Crow, Bill Bottrell, David Baerwald,
Kevin Gilbert, David Ricketts, Brian MacleodPouring in and around the great wellspring
Of simple feeling
I need bearings in the face of your
Cool cool fire
Walking backwards with the pounding of your voice
Makes my - soul - tired
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
Solidify
Make me real
So - you - can - see - me
Sheryl Crow, Bill Bottrell, David Baerwald,
Kevin Gilbert, David Ricketts, Brian MacleodVideo countdown cyber phallic optics
Profligate talk shows scrounging for a topic
Rock-a-buy Gravy Train cradle's gonna rock me
37 millions what Larry Parker got me
World War XIV my first Sony
Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni
Billie Jean Burger King chauvinist pig pen
U.S. Army only wants a few straight men
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 Battle of the Network Stars
Saniflush Bud-Bowl makin' me sick
Cause anybody in a helmet looks just like a dick
Steely Dan Rather be a hammer than a nail
The Serbs, the Poles, and the check's in the mail
Eat sleep lie die record label
G Gordon Liddy under the table, table, table
Clarence Thomas organ grinder Frank Dileo's dong
Maybe if I'd let him, I'd've had a hit song
Sheryl Crow, Bill Bottrell, Kevin Gilbert, Dan SchwartzIt'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
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
Bur I think we're here to stay
I can't imagine it any other way
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
David Baerwald, Sheryl CrowI'm so glad you're awake
That you're not like others
They're so straightlaced
No fun
Gosh that's nice
That lingerie
Makes me feel
Oh, I don't know
You're a very pretty thing
You remind me of someone
You've probably heard
Some awful nasty things about me
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 I can 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
Don't make me say it twice
Do you mind if I just
Run 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
I'm gonna be your man
I'm gonna be your man
Sheryl Crow, Bill Bottrell, David Baerwald,
Kevin Gilbert, David Ricketts, Brian Macleod"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,"
Says the man next to me out of nowhere, apropos
Of nothing. He says his name's William but I'm sure
He's Bill or Billy, Mac or Buddy, he's plain ugly to me,
And I wonder if he's ever had fun in his 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 lucnh break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts and suits
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store,
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna di is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
Until the sun comes up ovewr Santa Monica Boulevard
I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the lables
From his bottles of Bud and shred 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 Buds as they spin on the floor
A happy couple enters the bar dangerously close
The bartender looks up from his want ads
Otherwise the bar is ours, and the day and night
And the car wash too, the matches and the Buds
And the clean and dirty cars, the sun and the moon
Sheryl Crow, Bill Bottrell, David Baerwald,
Kevin Gilbert, David Ricketts, Brian MacleodDownstairs 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
And isn't it good
If we could freeze moments in time
We all would
But 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 these guys have
He says
I do what I can
I work for a living
That's who I am
Yeah that's who I am
It's good to be alive
But everything's different since Leo died
Since Leo died
Is this the end of the modern world
What could it mean for a young girl
Who sees the pain in 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
He does what he can
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 disconnected mothers
We do what we can
Downstairs it's quiet
Less alive somehow
Somehow he was everything I am now
He says
I do what I can
I work for a living
That's who I am
Yeah that's who I am
It's good to be alive
These are the choices
We make to survive
We do what we can
Sheryl Crow, Bill Bottrell, David Baerwald,
Kevin Gilbert, David Ricketts, Brian MacleodCome to me now
Lay your hands over me
Even if it's a lie
Say it will be alright
And I will believe
Broken in two
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
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
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
I shall believe
I shall believe
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