Greenwood Oklahoma, June of '21,
Someone set the night on fire.
Lost a lot of people as the day begun,
Who lit the funeral pyre?
On an elevator in the heart of town,
Someone make somebody scream.
Black and white, going up and down.
Who's gonna lose a dream?
Dirty Little Secret.
Headlines printed in the daily news
Awake the sleeping rage inside.
Disarm the people, keep ‘em all confused.
Kill before they turn the tide.
Dirty Little Secrets going round,
Whispering from ear to ear.
Burning down the very heart of town.
Nobody shed a tear.
Dirty Little Secret, Dirty Little Secret.
Look up to the sky, your tears fall from the clouds
But Greenwood don't you cry, just shout it right out loud.
It's such a Dirty Little Secret.
Getting so much darker every day.
It's hard to rise above it all.
"Can't we get along?" I heard somebody say.
Who's gonna make the call?
“Cause all the walking wounded pay the price
For living in the promised land.
Take care of your neighbor would be my advice,
‘cause nothing ever goes as planned.
It's such a Dirty Little Secret,
Dirty Little Secret, Dirty Little Secret
Dirty Little Secret
In the sea of sadness there's bound to be a tear or two.
And in the maze of madness someone's got a sign for you.
And though it seems so dark something clear is coming through.
Oh, you've been here before and seen your temperature rise.
You can't take anymore, so wipe the tear from your eyes.
Don't walk out of that door, back into a blizzard of lies.
And when the sky is falling and everything is on your mind.
If the child is calling, you've got to leave it all behind.
And though it seems so hard, just turn around and you will find.
Oh, you've been here before and seen your temperature rise.
You can't take anymore, so wipe the tear from your eyes.
Don't walk out of that door, back into a blizzard of lies.
And if you're always using, excuses will be your friend.
And they might never leave you, could be with you until the end.
You know just who you are, so turn around and make amends.
Oh, you've been here before and seen your temperature rise.
You can't take anymore, so wipe the tear from your eyes.
Don't walk out of that door, back into a blizzard of lies.
Back into a blizzard of lies, oh, back into a blizzard of lies.
Just another morning cup of tea
I turn my radio on
and in between the static and the headlines
I heard that you were gone
we lost another one
there was a time we thought we were invincible
that we'd go on and on and on and all along we'd thought we'd do another show
and write another song
but I guess we've lost another one
let it slip away
breaking all the silver threads that hold you to your dreams
one day they'll fall and you'll fly away
after all the trouble and heartache
we all go out alone
nobody else can live your life for you
you're in it on your own
and you just lost another one
we let it slip away (yes we did)
breaking all the silver threads that hold you to your dreams
one day they'll fall and you'll fly away
I lost a lot of friends on this highway
so long everyone
I watched them all sailing to the distance
like a setting sun
they'd only just begun
and we just lost another one
we lost another one
we lost another one
Down at the Chelsea Hotel, with poetry and paintings
The walls are still holding memories of people who fell,
Down through the years, fighting their fears.
Down at the Chelsea Hotel,
A sailor was dying to end all his feelings,
Everything had just turned to hell, his lover was gone,
But we have to carry on.
We will carry on, searching for truth with perpetual youth that will fade
And be gone in the blink of an eye
The world will be passing us by.
Down at the Chelsea Hotel,
Where Raymond is writing of poets and painters.
It's something he does very well,
A lover of his art, a lover in his heart.
At the Chelsea Hotel,
Where lovers and fighters are desperately dreaming
Of checking their hearts at the door.
Never really sure, we've all been here before.
We've all been here before, searching for truth searching for truth with perpetual youth that will fade
And what's more in the blink of an eye, the world will be passing us by
At the Chelsea Hotel, at the Chelsea Hotel, down at the Chelsea Hotel.
There's something coming through – for you.
I can feel it in my heart – the question is can you?
Leave the love light in your eyes.
You must believe – it's true.
That there's nothing in the world I won't do for you.
When you live for love and lose, and your heart is gone.
That's no time for you to choose not to carry on, no
I know your world is full of pain
And your soul is black and blue.
But there's nothing in the world I won't do for you.
Well, I believe you know desire
But right now she don't know you.
And I can see your heart's on fire.
You better burn right on through.
‘Cause in the future you could find.
That there's someone there for you, just for you
And there'll be nothing in the world,
They won't do for you.
Pavanne, cold steel woman, Pavanne.
How do you love a woman?
With eyes as cold as the barrel of her gun,
Who's never missed her mark on anyone,
Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne.
Casino doors swing open, rich men raise their eyes they say “Who is this beauty"?
As elegant as ice, and later there's an accident, another charges d'affaires
Is lying in a pool of blood no witness anywhere.
And they say she was a hundred miles away.
The hotel porter saw her climb the stairs.
And the maid with trembling hands knows what to say.
When the judge says, “Are you sure? “I'm sure? she swears.
Pavanne, cold steel woman, Pavanne.
How do you love a woman?
With eyes as cold as the barrel of her gun,
Who's never missed her mark on anyone,
Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne.
At the presidential palace a thousand people saw
His excellency leave his car and never make the door.
The blood flow through his fingers as he clutches at the stain
And staggers like a drunken man lies twisted in the rain.
And they say she grew up well provided for.
Her mother used to keep her boys for sure.
And her father's close attentions led to talk.
She learned to stab her food with a silver fork.
Pavanne, cold steel woman, Pavanne.
And they say she didn't do it for the money.
And they say she didn't do it for a man.
They say she did it for the pleasure.
The pleasure of the moment.
Pavanne, cold steel woman, Pavanne.
How do you stop this woman?
When everyone is moving through a trance.
Like prisoners of some slow courtly dance.
Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne.