Bluebird Lyrics      OVER AND AGAIN      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}      She had a black rose tattoo   On her right hand wrist   She had the Golden Rule   Down low on her hip   And I never loved her   But, I told her I did   Over and over again…      I was dreaming of you, she said   In your sharp black suit, she said   With your ten dollar words   And your five dollar shoes   I bet you still got that cigarette smile   And your country boy blues   And you sing it over and over again      She said you sing it like you mean it   But, it’s just some stupid song   But little ballerina it’s my favorite when you dance along   Nothing ever sounded better than this scratchy old record   I’m so happy that you threw it on   And you just let it spin   Over and over again      She pulls the needle off the record, throws her favorite old record on   Now it’s worn out and cracklin’   She’s happy it’s her favorite song   She twirls around and around and around   Until it’s over and gone   Just to start all over again   She plays it over and over, over and over again      She said you sing it like you mean it, but…      The sunlight creeps in   And shines on the mirror   The night’s passed us by   And morning is here   But if you gotta go   Go safely my dear   And the record just skips at the end   Over and over, over and over again   Just skips…            MORNING CIGARETTES      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}      It’s a long way to the top with your pockets full of sand   I saw the Devil on the tele   I was playing in the band   Your father’s eyes were vacant when they came to take the land   Baby, what’s it gonna take for you to go?      On a string around his neck   A leper carries both his hands   And out over the ocean pilots wonder where to land   You know we’d probably live forever   If we just follow the plan   But, baby what’s it gonna take to let it go   Well, if you find out honey won’t you let me know      Another morning cigarette   We were born with neither memories nor regret   And if I called your name   You’d come from miles away I bet   You’re on your way   But you’re not here just yet      Now the seven saddest soldiers that had ever lost a war   You know they shot the sky with rifles in dress blue uniforms   Singing Lord if you can’t keep him   Send him someplace warm   Where he doesn’t hear the voices anymore      They got the different colored pills for different times throughout the day   They got the long term side effects, the world has turned to gray   The lady at the door just told me God was on his way   I told her tell Him to stop by and say “hello”   Cause if he’s in town there’s some folks that would like to know      Another morning cigarette…               FORMER QUEEN OF SPAIN      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}      Now the rich man and the poor man and the former queen of Spain   Have all had someone like you, they all have gone away   And the fact that time will crawl or fly depending on the day   Makes every kiss a gift and everyone of us a saint   If that ain’t love   It’s close enough      I heard my angel crying out she’d fallen from God’s grace   She’d had enough, she drank the blood, she couldn’t stand the taste   From there to here’s a long way down but baby I can wait   I might be a fool to catch ya, let ya fall’d just be a waste   If that ain’t love   It’s close enough      I should have took a breath instead I wired my jaw shut   I breathed deep through my nose and prayed my clothes’d turned to dust   Stand naked as a babe the day I finally gave up   When all I’d say became profane I would not give a f..   If that ain’t love,   It’s close enough      My eyes wandered round the crash site for to find your missing parts   I found your head, your perfect legs and your million dollar heart   To my surprise I caught a cop he was climbing in the car   I was flashlight blind, jaws of life could not pry us apart   If that ain’t love   It’s a lot of blood      I woke up from my dream to someone screaming in the road   He’d carved your name into his chest saying “baby please don’t go”   When I woke you up you whispered wearily and cold   You said “baby shut the shades it’s just someone I used to know,   It wasn’t love. No, not like us.”   But it’s close      The day I lost my sight , I learned to fly, and I flew away   I’d check on you from time to time just to make sure you’re OK   And all at once you shot me down with a simple turn of phrase   You said “If you got a secret, you should learn to keep it safe”   Cause, that ain’t love   But it’s close enough      Now the rich man and the poor man and the former Queen of Spain…               MRS. ROSENTHAL      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}, Joe Firstman   {Wives Tales Publishing BMI}      Me and Mrs. Rosenthal   We rarely wear no clothes   Well, she calls me up, but not to talk   I think I’ll go and see her tomorrow      When’s she’s drinking in the afternoon   Like she ain’t got a thing to do   Well she told me she’s from Baton Rouge   She singing like the Queen of Virginia      She good for me like medicine   She say her momma’s Mexican   Well, I hope she wear that dress again   I swear at times I can see right through it      She say she like the way I talk   She crazy ‘bout my lazy drawl   She say it mixes well with alcohol   Baby can I get ya,   Honey let me get ya   Darlin’ let me fix ya up good      That’s why I’m singing to ya      Me and Mrs. Rosenthal…      She wears me out   In the finest way   She making sure my spine is straight   I’m singing pardon me you highness   Little darling how’d you get so good, so good, so good   That’s why I’m singing to ya      Me and Mrs. Rosenthal…                     HIGH SCHOOL DRUGS      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}      Hey Julianna you must be tired   You’ve been running all day and running all night   Now the sun’s coming up in a big pink sky   You got the radio on you look just fine   Now with the radio on, you look just fine      Hey Julianna I won’t leave town   Just lie right here and I won’t make a sound   When you wake up you can talk me down   When I’m walking around with my head in the clouds   Just a walking around with my head in the clouds      And I’d watch them all float away   Before I’d leave you   (Repeat)      Find myself hummin’ the songs you’d sung   I remember you singing when we were young   Just driving around on high school drugs   We had that sunrise kind of love   Just driving around on high school drugs      And I’d watch them all float away   Before I’d leave you…               BOY WITH NO NAME      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}      Saw her just sitting there, sunk in her shoulders   And this kind of thing, will usually blow over’   But, it ain’t blowin’ over   It’s a new kind of pain   She cries for the boy with no name      We must have missed the last chance oasis   Free drinks all around   Sun on our faces   At just the right time, in just the right places   She cries for the boy with no name      She says “Waltz with me Darlin,   Watch the stars fallin, and know that I came   When I heard you callin’   This heartache’s a game that nobody wins right away”   And it’s always the same,   When she cries for the boy with no name.      Creased in the corner, cards on the table   Between secrets and dreams, who’s got the angle   And time is a spy that grows blinder each day   When she cries for the boy with no name      We must have missed the last chance oasis…      She says “Waltz with me Darlin…”      She cries and she cries and she cries   She cries all night   (Repeat)               SOPHIA      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}      Senora, Sophia, circa 1975   Well, she joined ‘em   Can’t beat ‘em   Everybody saw how she tried      They just broke her down   As we all know they’ll do   And she can joke about it now   You know she still looks good,      Lenora, oil painter   She gave me one to hang on the wall   Well, she burned out   Can’t blame her   But, now she never bothers to draw at all, at all, at all      And, they just broke her down   But, she was younger then   And man I hope she works it out   She’s a real good kid   Never meant to do what she did   She a real good kid      Senora, Sophia, circa 1975   (Repeat)               YOUR BROTHER, THE POET      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}      So, you scratched at the door   Like a cat in the rain   And at that I had you   Dead to rights   So I looked to be sure   That your hair was the same   But something had scared you   Ghostly white      So, I lent you a coat   And it fell off your shoulders   I laughed at the way   It swallowed you whole   Girl, it’s so nice to see ya   How long has it been   Since Los Angeles has seen any snow      And your brother’s up in New York City   The city that he loved so well   And he’s plagiarizing promises   With the ghost of Dylan Thomas   On the ninth floor of the Chelsea Hotel      So a penny a thought   And a nickel a prayer   If we just save a little   It’ll just get us there   So give back the nickels   That I’ve tossed in the well   Cause summer in San Francisco   Is colder than hell      So I dressed up the truth,   In a big blue hat,   And I walked the old girl right down to the service,   And they all asked about you,   And the troubles you’ve had   And everyone seemed to believe   You deserved it      And your brother’s up in New York City….      I looked all around   And no one could find you   Just had to remind you   Of the girl on a train   She was waving and scared   She was tangled and fair   Hair danced in the window   As the train pulled away            GLORY HALLELUJAH      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}      I ‘m trapped here by the sound   Of the sleeping soldiers now   And the cars out on the street   Well they never screamed so loud   And the voices in my head   They whisper true and proud   And something that they’ve said has got a whole new meaning now      Singing glory hallelujah   How that pain it’ll shoot right through ya   And it sure was fine to knew ya   But, I’m gone, gone, gone      Lord I’m feelin’ fine   Drinkin’ sacramental wine   Got me swimming toward the sky   Til I get caught up in a bind   Lucky, I built the kids a shrine,   That we worship all the time   We just roll the dice and pine   All the loss of love and crime      Singing “Glory Hallelujah…      Until we’re left with only hollow thoughts   And memories we’ve won and lost   Tied our hands with golden knots   And went to tell the others… and I told em      I got a girl at home   Man, I left her all alone   She was crying on the phone   Man, I couldn’t bear to listen   So I screamed ‘til I was tired   I was full of kerosene and lies   I told her, I forgot her eyes   And couldn’t give a damn to kiss her      Singing, glory hallelujah…   (Repeat)      And we were left with only broken glass,   And memories of good things past   Convinced myself that nothing lasts   And went to tell the others… And I told em               ADELINE      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}      You grabbed my hand   And held on tight   We floated down   Past prying eyes   And I’d never jumped dear   From such great heights   Were you not there, dear Adeline      You got a voice dear   That’s hard to find   I hear it call me   Each time I die   It brings me back love,   And you’re wearing white   It’s all the time now, dear Adeline      And we’ll wave goodbye to the punch drunk world   Sugarcoat so sweet, little gum drop girl   And I’m hopeless to believe in   But, if you’ll just stay a while   I’ll do anything you say   Dear Adeline      I caught you smiling   I asked you why   You said no reason   I said baby that’s just fine   Long as you’re happy   Right by my side   Your little gun shy grin, Adeline      You’ll take no husband   You’ll have no kids   But you love your whiskey   And all your friends   They’ll break your back love   But you’ll never cry   Cause you never was like them   Dear Adeline      And we’ll waive goodbye to the punch drunk world            CENTRAL PARK      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}      I met the last of the great painters   Selling grass in Central Park   He painted all he was afraid of   ‘Til all the world was art   And he’s a brilliant conversationalist   His topics ranging near and far   From the price of tea in China   To the fastest foreign cars   He knows a lot about the cars      But he doesn’t have a license   Doesn’t leave the neighborhood   He doesn’t quite know where his wife is   But he hopes she’s doing good   She ran off to south of Sante Fe   With some hippie throwing copper   That was seven years ago today   Well, he heard she had a daughter   Well, he heard she had a daughter      Oughta send her something nice he thought   A book, a piece of jewelry   But he don’t know what she likes   And he thinks her name is Julie   Partially and mostly right   For her name is Julianna   Probably pretty, probably shy   Probably gets it from her momma   She had a real good looking momma      Not a single day goes by,   He doesn’t think of her and wonder,   Why she up and left him for some turquoise wearing sculptor   But she always liked a dry heat   She was raised in Arizona   It’s a hundred ninety-five degrees   At seven in the morning      Doo do doo, do doo doo, doo do do, doo doo do   I was walking through the park   Trying to score a joint or two      I was probably lying when I said I was a singer,   Said he saw it in my eyes I was just an in-betweener   Never stood up to a giant   Never seen the Mona Lisa   Never said nothing so defiant, so that anyone’d believe it   No one’s gonna believe it      Well he hasn’t touched a brush   In long enough he could still wield it      Saw a lot of things he’d like to paint   But, he never could quite feel it   And I’ve felt the same of song   When there was no one there to listen   But, it never was for them   No, it never was for them   No, it never was for anyone but me      He said, I am not a wise man   But I know you are mistaken   Cause art is only yours   Until the second you create it   And I may have had a wife once   And I may have been a painter   But, right now I got these bags man   And they’re fifty bucks an eighth   That’s the going rate   So, I thought I’d pick one up for ya      Doo do doo, do do doo, do do doo, do do doo   I was walking throught the park   And I was on my way to see ya               WAR ON WILCOX      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}      Where in the world do you come from?   Where in the world do you go?   Who dropped the dime on good reverend Jerome?   He just took what he felt he was owed      You rolled dice last night with Coretta   Rolled twice and won me the world   But you’d give it away if I let ya   Crazy I tell ya, make me laugh out loud      Like that time that I caught you in Austin,   And you were carrying ten times your weight,   I loved you as quick as I lost you   But cost ain’t nothing to a rich man like me,   It don’t mean a thing      I found heaven in a three sided story,   Heard my story in clear blue sky   I got this brand new tattoo just this morning   Covered your name up      I melted my thumb like a candle,   Sealed a letter that I’ll never send   I wondered who taught you, the art of a scandal   Is 99 5/16 what you put in, and we both put in.      You lived through the war out on Wilcox   Got bored with the billionaire’s tie   You carried your teeth in a pillbox,   Those nice pearly whites,   Let me see you smile like one more time.      Where in world…               BLUEBIRD      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}      I was a bluebird   Lost and alone   Searching for shelter   Far from my home   Struggling to fly   But you mended my wing   And you’re sweeter than springtime   I love how you’d sing      You know the song   To play when I’m gone   No longer weary,   Finally Home   Watching from heaven   With fond recollection   My sisters and brethren   Have all gathered round   To help me to lay   My burden down      I was a preacher   Robbed of my faith   Surrounded by devils   Suspicious of saints   Drawn to temptation   Drowning in sin   But I found my salvation   When you sang again      You know the song…      Bluebird flying home   (Repeat)                     NEIGHBORHOOD      Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}      Where I live now   Is a little red house   Down on Wilcox and Fountain   Los Angeles   I sleep through the sirens   Police lullabies   And I ride   My little black bicycle   Down to Bogie’s      And drag queen Cecilia   She’s the last true believer   She’s walking the Boulevard   She’s handing out leaflets   That nobody reads   Cause they know all the secrets   And the don’t need a reason   To be, so scared      And this ain’t no kind of scene, babe   Why in the world would you follow me here   And this ain’t no kind of scene   Why in the world would you follow me here   You followed me here      My friends and my worries   They got old in a hurry   But no less deserving   A fond farewell   And bellbottomed cheapskates   They’re all asleep in the heat wave   And they wake up   From their dreams   Of the sixties   Find that nothing has changed   Baby nothing has changed      And this ain’t no kind of scene   Why in the world would you follow me here   And you believe what you wanna believe   And this ain’t no kind of scene      And I hang out with singers   Bunch of glass jawed bleeders   Whose skin   Is as thin   As a leaf   And there’s actors   And dancers   And more second chancers   Than lights