Альбом Old 97's

This is the story of Victoria Lee,
She started off on Percodan and ended up with me.
She lived in Berkeley 'til the earthquake shook her loose.
She lives in Texas now where nothin' ever moves.

Victoria you talk so low that no one else can hear,
Unless you point your megaphone directly at their ear.
This is the story of Victoria Lee,
She started on Rohypinol and ended up with me.

You'd like to think they're your friends, but they're not your friends,
And in the end a friend's the one you'll never know, oh don't you know?
You'd like to think you're groovy, it's your movie, you see through me, but it's true,
And in the end you'll know, Victoria don't go. Victoria, Victoria don't go.

This is the story of Victoria's heart,
You might think it's stupid, but I still think it's art.
She lost her lover to an accident at sea.
She pushed him overboard and ended up with me.

Victoria, you dance so fast that no one else can see.
Victoria I hope you use just one more dance for me.
This is the story of Victoria's heart.
It's a really big one, and I don't know where to start.
(Occasionally used on early versions of "Victoria Lee")

You'd like to think they're your friends, but they're not your friends,
And in the end a friend's the one you'll never know, oh don't you know?
You'd like to think you're groovy, it's your movie, you see through me, but it's true,
And in the end you'll know, Victoria don't go. Victoria, Victoria don't go.

One old brown shoe falls in slow motion
And the bedsprings hover right above your head
As bedsprings do when you're beneath them
Someone else just climbed into your bed

By the time she thought you'd probably got to Phoenix
She'd arranged for your shoes to be filled
Well, you've got your pride and a blue-steel .45
And you're waiting for the other shoe to fall

Dig a double grave out in the meadow
And you'll curse the rain that turns the dirt to mud
You'll take 35 south towards Laredo
Then you'll try to find a doctor who can prescribe an elixir that'll make everything better
'Cept your late wife and her lover

When i first met doreen
She was barely seventeen.
She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar.

The way she tossed 'em back
I would've had a heart attack.
But as it is i let her drive my car.

We galloped through the boroughs
Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds,
Until i said, "stop the car, doreen."

Well you can roll your eyes and nod
But i swear that i saw god,
In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call queens.

Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.
Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.

Well i'm pulling into cleveland
LyricsIn a seven-seater tour van.
There's eight of us, so i'm sleeping on the floor.

The guy that plays the banjo
Keeps on handing me the old crow,
Which multiplies my sorrow, i can't take it anymore.

Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.
Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.

Now i'm begging and i'm pleading,
"well pull over guys, i'm bleeding.
There's a fina off the highway with a phone."

I'm calling you doreen,
But it rings and rings and rings.
Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home.

Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.
Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.

Augustin Lara, english lyrics by Ray Gilbert (APRS, BMI)
You belong to my heart
Now and forever
Though our love had it's start
Not long ago

Well we were gathering stars
And a million guitars
Played our love song

When I said I love you
Every beat of my heart
Said it too

Was a moment like this
When I first found you
And your eyes threw a kiss
When they met mine

Now we own all the stars
And a million guitars
Are still playing

Now you are a song
And you'll always belong
To my heart

Now you are a song
And you'll always belong
To my heart

Big brown eyes, and a gust of wind,
And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says "The end
Is coming soon," but not soon enough.
Restring all your guitars. Pack up all your stuff.

'Cause if Robert's dad is right,
We might not make it through the night,
And I'd hate to go alone.
Please pick up the phone.

Well a box of red, and a pill or three,
And I'm calling time and temperature just for some company.
I wish you were here. I wish I was too.
I'll drink myself to sleeplessness, I always do.

You don't want me anymore,
Since fame and fortune broke down our door.
You don't give me no respect.
What did I expect?

If that phone don't ring one more time,
LyricsI'm gonna lose what's left of my mind.
You made a big impression for a girl of your size,
Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.

Her hands are cold, her breath is warm,
She's a port in a storm.
I'm worried now, but it won't be long.
It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song.

I've got issues, yeah.
Like I miss you, yeah.
And I wish I weren't so thick.
I'm making myself sick.

If that phone don't ring one more time,
I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind.
You made a big impression for a girl of your size,
Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.

I might have wound up in L.A. panning for gold
Found me a woman to warm up with when the water got cold
But I heard that there ain't no gold there
There's just line upon line of cocaine
I've been there once and I ain't gonna go there again

I stopped believing in true love when Reagan was king
The years have gone by now and the years haven't changed anything
Trying like hell to get better
But I'm gearing myself for the worst
The punk rock will get you if the government don't get you first

I'm gonna write down my name in the lady's room stall
Find me a pay phone and place a few calls
I'm gonna try not to fall down when I'm singing for y'all
I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls
I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls

My advice is to not let us boys in
For we chose misery as our rock
Misery must love all the new friends that she's got

I'm gonna write down my name in the lady's room stall
Find me a pay phone and pay for it all
I'm gonna try not to fall down when I'm singing for y'all
I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls
I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls

I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls
I'm gonna die someday staring at the dressing room walls

I've got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me.
The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can't see.
If I had half a brain left after my debauchery,
I'd give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.

Wedding vows weren't made to be broken.
These here lips weren't made to tell no lies.
Somewhere along the way, I guess I must have gone astray,
'Cause I'm drinking here, and wishing for to die.

I've got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me.
The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can't see.
If I had half a brain left after my debauchery,
I'd give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.

It's just like my lttle sister (dear old momma) told me,
In the end, you reap what you sow.
I've been sowing seeds from Mexico to Tennessee,
And I'm reaping now an awful lot of woe.

I've got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me.
The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can't see.
If I had half a brain left after my debauchery,
I'd give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.

I'd give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.

I've been lightin' matches in the boiler room,
Wearing sulphur perfume.
(Don't I smell nice?)

You come sniffin' around just like you own the joint,
You know it's rude to point.
(Don't make me tell you twice.)

Well I like the way you walk,
That's why I left my door unlocked.
I must be going off half-cocked. (I sometimes do.)

You think it's funny, but I know it ain't no joke.
There's nothing left to read in here, there's nothing left to smoke.
Before the band the band kicks in, I guess I'd better start.
(I'll stomp a mud hole in your heart.)

You poured whiskey in my Slurpee, swear to God you got me drunk,
Now I'm thinking that I'm sunk.
(And I can't swim.)

LyricsI'm drowning in the back seat of a '61 Bel Air,
I got a mouthful of your hair.
(A handful of skin.)

I ain't suffocating,
I'm just sick and tired of waiting.
Stop this pointless hesitating. (Pull me in.)

There's an awful lot of stars out here, an awful lot of sky.
I'm turning on the radio, they're playing

This time is special for you
I don't think you ever fell for someone like i do
Every now and then I think of you
But this time is time for rock on

Hey do you remeber the time I took you after class
I think you were going to find something special of me
But then when you turned around you broke my heart like a glass
I think you should never be like that to someone like me

This time i will let you down
This time i will never give you to
This time I will set you free
And only tonight you will be mine

Every now and then I think about you
and this pain is making me feel so
alive is the word but I think better off
wothout you i would be

I damn you my sweet blue eye darlin'
i couldn't stop siking for you
even if you never let me be
the man you wanted to see

my sweet blue eye darlin'
my sweet blue eye darlin'
my sweet blue eye darlin'
my sweet blue eye darlin'
my sweet blue eye darlin'

By the time you leave
I'll be saving all my green
For a homebound train to carry me
On old familiar steam.

I wish you'd hurry up,
And leave or come around.
Well the moon is waning hard tonight.
I 'm leaving my home town.

And the train rolls on with no pilot.
And the station's left me I know.
But if you should happen to find it,
Please bring it home, bring it home.

I traded all my stops
For a pillow made of rails.
In an empty room I listen to
The lonely whistle wails.

I woke up to feet,
LyricsThat I took to be your shoes,
And the train lay tracks that deafened me,
Shook my insides loose.

And the train rolls on with no pilot,
And the station's left me I know.
But if you should happen to find it,
Please bring it home, bring it home.

And the point of all this living,
Is the dying still to come.
And I could be forgiven,
But I just won't, I just won't.

Words and Music by Jon Langford
Well I worked hard and I got lots of money
Well I tried hard but I don't wanna stay
Yeah I've seen too much trouble, I felt too much pressure bubble
I knew there had to be a better way

I wouldn't hide if you thought I was worth it
You'd smack me down when I misbehave
But everybody knows that I've got flunkies here in tow
To clean up all the messes that I've made

CHORUS:
I'm going over the cliff
I'm going over the cliff
And it's hard to tell if life is a burden or a gift
Yeah I'm going over the cliff

Forgive me or forget me everybody
Well I guess I always had this honest streak
Yeah I'm sick of all the yawning, the bitching, and the bawling
I'm sick of feeling powerless and weak

Please don't call me cool just call me "asshole"
'Cause I will be a beggar not a king
And the devil don't care if you're a fish or your're a stick (chip)
Yeah I'm going over the cliff

CHORUS

Well in New York and L.A. they're sending faxes
So the company can wash its hands of this
Yeah there was no one there to look after me or care
Well I'm going over the cliff

I'm going over the cliff
I'm going over the cliff
Yeah success on someone else's terms don't mean a fucking thing
I'm going over the cliff

That's right, success on someone else's terms don't mean a fucking thing
I'm going over the cliff
I'm going over the cliff
I'm going over the cliff

Gettinout of the house.
I'm gonna go for a ride,
'cause I got me a five-o Ford
and the good Lord knows I tried
to make friends with you
and ev'rything went wrong.
Yeah, I'm goin' goin' goin' goin' gone.

Goindown to the tracks.
I'm gonna hide out for a while.
Gonna have me some ranch-style beans
From a tin can hobo-style,
Forget your face,
If that can be done.
Yeah, I'm goin' goin' goin' goin' gone.

And you'll find you a boyfriend
And he won't like my cat.
And you'll try to
Pretend that you don't want me back.
Right now I'm leavin
So you're better say, so long.Yeah, I'm goin' goin' goin
I'm goin' gone.

Gonna find me a boat
And a brand new name.
I'm gonna find some wall-eyed,
Weak-kneed European dame.
She'll be my wife
And you'll only be a song.
Yeah, I'm goin' goin' goin' goin' gone.

And you'll find you a boyfriend
And he won't like my cat.
And you'll try to
Pretend that you don't want me back.
Right now I'm leavin
So you're better say, so long.Yeah, I'm goin' goin' goin
I'm goin' gone.

Yeah, I'm goin' goin' goin' goin' gone.

Yeah, I'm goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' goin
I'm goin' goin' goin' gone.

Jesus.
Well, what do ya do about a string breakin
Oh, nothin