Альбом Joan Osborne

Words and Music by Joan Osborne, Rick Chertoff, Eric Bazilian, and Rob Hyman

She down on the corner, just a little crime.
When I make my money, got to get my dime.
She down with her baby, wind is full of trash.
She bold as a streetlight, dark and sweet as hash.

Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon.
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon.

Reach down for the sweet stuff, way she looks at me.
I know any man sees you like I see.
Follow down the side street, move in single file.
She said, "That's where I'll hold you, sleepin' like a child."

Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon.
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon.

Just what I been needin', feel it rise in me.
She said, "Every stone a story, like a rosary."
Corner St. Teresa, just a little crime.
When I make my money, got to get my dime.

Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon.
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon.

You crawled up in the sky.
You crawled up in the clouds.
Is there something you forgot to tell me,
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me?

Show me, my Teresa, feel it rise in me.
Every stone a story, like a rosary.

Words and Music by Bob Dylan

Crickets are chirpin' the water is high.
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry.
The window's wide open, African trees
bent over backwards in a hurricane breeze.
Not a word of good-bye, not even a note.
She's gone with the man in the long black coat.

Somebody's seen him hangin' around at the old
dance hall on the outskirts of town.
He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask
if he wanted to dance.
He had a face like a mask.
Somebody said from the Bible he'd quote.
There was dust on the man in the long black coat.

Preacher was talkin', there's a sermon he gave.
He said, "Ev'ry man's conscience is vile and depraved.
You cannot depend on it to be your guide, when
it's you who must keep it satisfied."
It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat.
She gave her heart to the man in the long black coat.

One, two, there are no mistakes in life.
Some people say it's true sometimes you can see it that way.
The people don't live or die.
People just float.
She gave her heart to the man in the long black coat.

There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June.
Tree trunks uprooted in the high crescent moon.
Hear the pulse and vibration and rumbling force.
Somebody's out there beating on a dead horse.
She never said nothing, there was nothing she wrote.
She's gone with the man in the long black coat.
She's gone with the man in the long black coat.
She's gone, she's gone, gone with the man in the long black coat.

Words and Music by Joan Osborne,Rick Chertoff, Eric Bazilian, Rob
Hyman, and Don Van Vliet

Lemme use your toothbrush. Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad at the bottom of my purse.
I walk into the street, the air's so cool.
I'm wired and I'm tired and I'm grinnin' like a fool.

I've been on a floor lookin' for a chair.
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch.
I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed, lookin' for a bed,
lookin' for my, my, my right hand, my right hand man.
My right hand, my right hand man;
my right hand, my right hand man;
my right hand, my right hand man;
Said my right hand, my right hand man.
My right hand, my right hand man;
my right hand, my right hand man;
If he can't fix it, I don't know who can.

The sensamilla salesman, the cops on the block,
they know what I been doin'. They see the way I walk.
I wonder what they'd say now. I wonder what they'd do.
To feel somebody want them the way I'm wantin' you.

I've been on a floor lookin' for a chair.
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch.
I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed, lookin' for a bed,
could you really be, my right hand, my right hand man.
My right hand, my right hand man;
my right hand, my right hand man;
my right hand, my right hand man;
Said my right hand, my right hand man.
My right hand, my right hand man;
my right hand, my right hand man;
Use me up if you think you can.

Oh, I've been on a floor lookin' for a chair.
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch.
I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed, lookin' for a bed,
lookin' for my, my, my right hand, my right hand man.
My right hand, my right hand man;
my right hand, my right hand man;
my right hand, my right hand man;
Said my right hand, my right hand man.
My right hand, my right hand man;
my right hand, my right hand man;
If he can't fix it, I don't know who can.

Oh, said, my right hand, my right hand man;
my right hand, my right hand man.
Said, my right hand, my right hand man;
my right hand, my right hand man.
My right hand, my right hand man;
my right hand, my right hand man.
Said, my right hand, my right hand man;
my right hand, my right hand man.

If he can't fix it, gonna find a boy who can.

Words and Music by Joan Osborne, Rick Chertoff, Eric Bazilian, and Rob Hyman

Hey, hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey.
Hey, hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey.

Well, I found him in Pensacola in a trailer in the sand,
the man from the picture, creased and yellow in my hand,
creased and yellow in my hand.
He was squinting and stubbled and standing in the door.
He said, "If you've come to take the car away,
I don't have it anymore, I don't have it anymore."

Hey, hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey.
Hey, hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey.

He got the gospel on the radio and the gospel on T.V.
He got all of the transcripts back to nineteen sixty-three,
back to nineteen sixty-three.
He said, "I sold my blood for money.
There wasn't any pain.
But I just can't stand the feeling.
It's in someone else's veins.
It's in someone else's veins."

Hey, hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey.
Hey, hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey.

Momma took me aside and she tried to change my mind.
She said, "Don't waste your time in looking.
There's nothin', nothin' left to find,
nothin', nothin' left to find."
So I left him in Pensacola in a trailer in the sand,
the man from the picture,
creased and yellow in my hand, creased and yellow in my hand.

Hey, hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey.
Hey, hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey.

Words and Music by Joan Osborne, Rick Chertoff, Eric Bazilian, and Rob Hyman

Where are the bones on that one?
What if the cure is worse than the disease?
Serve me up some pretty, pretty people.
Serve me up somebody I can believe.

Don't feel sorry for me.
I hate that look on your face.
You say, "Just let go."
You say, "come back home."
I say, "I'm just fallin' from grace."

I'm naked in a hotel room.
My station coming in, coming in loud and clear.
I'm making out with my one true love.
I'm making this hotel room disappear.

Don't feel sorry for me.
I hate that look on your face.
You say, "Just let go."
You say, "come back home."
I say, "I'm just fallin' from grace."

Said that I'm like fallin' from grace.
You'd never know it to look at me.
Under the Dracula moon.
Love comes down any way it wants to.
Doesn't ask for your permission.
Open up your arms or it will break you in two.

Don't feel sorry for me.
I hate that look on your face.
You say, "Just let go."
You say, "come back home."
I say, "I'm just fallin' from grace."

"I'm just fallin' from grace."
Said that I'm just fallin' from grace.
Just fallin', oh, oh, just fallin', oh, oh.
Just fallin', oh, oh, just fallin', fallin', fallin', fallin'.

Words and Music by Eric Bazilian

If god had a name, what would it be?
And would you call it to his face
if you were faced with Him in all His glory?
What would you ask if you had just one question?

And yeah, yeah, God is great.
Yeah, yeah, God is good.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
What if god was one of us,
just a slob like one of us,
just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home?

If God had a face, what would it look like?
And would you want to see
if seeing meant that you would have to believe
in things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints
and all the prophets?

And yeah, yeah, God is great.
Yeah, yeah, God is good.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
What if god was one of us,
just a slob like one of us,
just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home?

Just trying to make his way home, back up to heaven all alone.
Nobody calling on the phone,
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome.

Yeah, yeah, God is great.
Yeah, yeah, God is good.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
What if god was one of us,
just a slob like one of us,
just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home,
just trying to make his way home, just like a holy rolling stone?
Back up to heaven all alone, just trying to make his way home.

Nobody calling on the phone,
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome.

Words and Music by Joan Osborne, Rick Chertoff, Eric Bazilian, and Rob Hyman

Today and everyday, today and everyday.
Today and everyday, today and everyday.

I'm standing here in your closet.
Unbuttoning all your clothes.
I'll sleep in your bed tonight,
but I never find you home.
You're giving me crooked answers.
I'm cracking your little code.
I'm learning another language,
so full it's about to explode.

You gave me a ladder now.
I surely believe I'll climb.
It don't even matter now.
I'm willing to take my time.
I'm gonna love you anyway,
today and everyday, today and everyday.
I'm gonna love you anyway,
today and everyday, today and everyday.

I wanted it to be easy.
I know that I make you tired.
Sometime I get slow and lazy.
Sometime I get so inspired.
You wanted a long flirtation.
Your plane doesn't ever land.
Some things I don't want to look at.
I don't want to understand.

You gave me a ladder now.
I surely believe I'll climb.
It don't even matter now.
I'm willing to take my time.
I'm gonna love you anyway,
today and everyday, today and everyday.
I'm gonna love you anyway,
today and everyday, today and everyday.

Today and everyday, today and everyday, today and everyday.
Today and everyday, today and everyday, today and everyday.

Music and Words by Joan Osborne, Rick Chertoff, Gary Lucas, Sammy Merendino, and Chris Palmaro

-I dreamed about Ray Charles last night and he could see just fine...

I dreamed about Ray Charles last night.
And he could see just fine, you know.
I asked him for a lullaby. He said,
"Honey, I don't sing no more."
No more, no more, no more, Ray don't sing no more.

He said, "Since I got my eyesight back, my voice has just deserted me.
No 'Georgia On My Mind' no more. I stay in bed with M.T.V."
Then Ray took his glasses off and I could look inside his head.
Flashing like a thunderstorm, I saw a shining spider web.

Spider web, spider web, spider web in Ray Charles' head.

I dreamed about Ray Charles last night.
He took me flying in the air. Showed me my own spider web; Said,
"Honey, you had best take care. The world is made of spider webs.
the threads are stuck to me and you. Careful what you're wishing for,
'cause when you gain, you just might lose."

You just might lose your spider web, spider web, spider web Ray Charles said.

When you're feeling lonely, when you're hiding in your bed,
don't forget your string of pearls, don't forget your spider web.
When I go to sleep tonight, don't let me dream of brother Ray.
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he sees.
Just like him best the other way.

Spider web, spider web, spider web Ray Charles said.
Spider web, spider web, spider web Ray Charles' head.

All I got's my spider web, keepin' me alive.
All I got's my spider web, keepin' me alive.

- come on Ray...

Words and Music by Joan Osborne and Eric Bazilian

I know what you're hiding from me.
You know what I'm hiding from you.
I know that you hurt me real bad.
You know that I hurt you bad, too.

Let's just get naked, just for a laugh.
Let's just get naked.
It's a trip and a half.

Here comes that story again, all about that television show.
Here comes my typical response.
Won't you tell me something I don't know?
And I'm pissed off about being the cops and
you're pissed off about being the maid.
And how long 'til they shut off the phone or
'til the next time we get laid?

Let's just get naked, just for a laugh.
Let's just get naked.
It's a trip and a half, trip and a half.

We've been together so long.
I hope it wasn't just the drugs.
What happened to the energy we had,
the morning glories and the rodeo hugs.
And I know you like the back of my hand
with a stamp that says I paid to get in.
And yes I am your television show.
And you're the nicest place I've ever been.

Let's just get naked, just for a laugh.
Let's just get naked.
It wouldn't be so bad.
Let's just get naked, just for a laugh.
Let's just get naked.
It's a trip and a half, trip and a half.
Let's just get naked, just for a laugh.

Words and Music by Sonny Boy Williamson and Ralph Bass

You got to help me, baby.
I can't do it all by myself.
You got to help me, baby.
I can't do it all by myself.
If you don't help me, daddy, gotta find somebody else.

Put on your nightshirt, baby.
Yeah, I'm in my morning gown.
Put on your nightshirt, baby.
Yeah, I'm in my morning gown.
Don't feel sleepy, I just feel like lying down.

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Words and Music by Joan Osborne

And your hands are really shaking something awful
as you light your twenty-seventh cigarette.
Oh, how long have you been sitting in the darkness?
You forget.
And you know you're getting really hard to be with.
And you're crying every time you turn around.
And you wonder why you cannot pick your head up off the ground.

Oh, my crazy baby, try to hold on tight.
Oh, my crazy baby, don't put out the light,
the light, the light, the light.

And they look at you like they don't speak your language,
and you're living at the bottom of a well.
And you've swallowed all the awful bloody secrets that you can't tell.
Oh, you know you ought to get yourself together,
but you cannot bear to walk outside your door.
No, you cannot bear to look into the mirror anymore.

Oh, my crazy baby, try to hold on tight.
Oh, my crazy baby, don't put out the light,
the light, the light, the light.

And your hands are really shaking something awful
as your worries crawl around inside your clothes.
Oh, how long will you be sitting in the darkness?
Heaven knows.

Oh, my crazy baby, try to hold on tight.
Oh, my crazy baby, don't put out the light,
the light, the light, the light.
The light, the light, the light.
The light, the light, the light.
The light, the light, the light.
The light, the light, the light.
The light, the light, the light.
The light, the light, the light.

Lumina, come and wrap around me.
Lumina, take me through the snow.
Eve took a train, Eve took a train,
went to see her man.
Melting inside, melting away,
like butter in the pan.

Lumina, come and wrap around me.
Lumina, take me through the snow.
Eve took the fruit, Eve bit the fruit,
juice ran down her chin.
Babies will put things in their mouths,
she'd never heard of sin.

Lumina, open like a city.
Lumina, see me in the dark.
Eve had to ask, Eve had to ask,
"What is wrong with this?"
Here is the place, now is the time.
Let's invent the kiss.

Lumina, come and wrap around me.
Lumina, come and wrap around me.
Come and wrap around me.
Come and wrap around me.
Come and wrap around me.