Central Park
Brian Wright

nBluebird LyricsnnOVER AND AGAINnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}nnShe had a black rose tattoonOn her right hand wristnShe had the Golden RulenDown low on her hipnAnd I never loved hernBut, I told her I didnOver and over again…nnI was dreaming of you, she saidnIn your sharp black suit, she saidnWith your ten dollar wordsnAnd your five dollar shoesnI bet you still got that cigarette smilenAnd your country boy bluesnAnd you sing it over and over againnnShe said you sing it like you mean itnBut, it’s just some stupid songnBut little ballerina it’s my favorite when you dance alongnNothing ever sounded better than this scratchy old recordnI’m so happy that you threw it onnAnd you just let it spinnOver and over againnnShe pulls the needle off the record, throws her favorite old record onnNow it’s worn out and cracklin’nShe’s happy it’s her favorite songnShe twirls around and around and aroundnUntil it’s over and gonenJust to start all over againnShe plays it over and over, over and over againnnShe said you sing it like you mean it, but…nnThe sunlight creeps innAnd shines on the mirrornThe night’s passed us bynAnd morning is herenBut if you gotta gonGo safely my dearnAnd the record just skips at the endnOver and over, over and over againnJust skips…nnnnMORNING CIGARETTESnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}nnIt’s a long way to the top with your pockets full of sandnI saw the Devil on the telenI was playing in the bandnYour father’s eyes were vacant when they came to take the landnBaby, what’s it gonna take for you to go?nnOn a string around his necknA leper carries both his handsnAnd out over the ocean pilots wonder where to landnYou know we’d probably live forevernIf we just follow the plannBut, baby what’s it gonna take to let it gonWell, if you find out honey won’t you let me knownnAnother morning cigarettenWe were born with neither memories nor regretnAnd if I called your namenYou’d come from miles away I betnYou’re on your waynBut you’re not here just yetnnNow the seven saddest soldiers that had ever lost a warnYou know they shot the sky with rifles in dress blue uniformsnSinging Lord if you can’t keep himnSend him someplace warmnWhere he doesn’t hear the voices anymorennThey got the different colored pills for different times throughout the daynThey got the long term side effects, the world has turned to graynThe lady at the door just told me God was on his waynI told her tell Him to stop by and say “hello”nCause if he’s in town there’s some folks that would like to knownnAnother morning cigarette…nnnnnFORMER QUEEN OF SPAINnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}nnNow the rich man and the poor man and the former queen of SpainnHave all had someone like you, they all have gone awaynAnd the fact that time will crawl or fly depending on the daynMakes every kiss a gift and everyone of us a saintnIf that ain’t lovenIt’s close enoughnnI heard my angel crying out she’d fallen from God’s gracenShe’d had enough, she drank the blood, she couldn’t stand the tastenFrom there to here’s a long way down but baby I can waitnI might be a fool to catch ya, let ya fall’d just be a wastenIf that ain’t lovenIt’s close enoughnnI should have took a breath instead I wired my jaw shutnI breathed deep through my nose and prayed my clothes’d turned to dustnStand naked as a babe the day I finally gave upnWhen all I’d say became profane I would not give a f..nIf that ain’t love,nIt’s close enoughnnMy eyes wandered round the crash site for to find your missing partsnI found your head, your perfect legs and your million dollar heartnTo my surprise I caught a cop he was climbing in the carnI was flashlight blind, jaws of life could not pry us apartnIf that ain’t lovenIt’s a lot of bloodnnI woke up from my dream to someone screaming in the roadnHe’d carved your name into his chest saying “baby please don’t go”nWhen I woke you up you whispered wearily and coldnYou said “baby shut the shades it’s just someone I used to know,nIt wasn’t love. No, not like us.”nBut it’s closennThe day I lost my sight , I learned to fly, and I flew awaynI’d check on you from time to time just to make sure you’re OKnAnd all at once you shot me down with a simple turn of phrasenYou said “If you got a secret, you should learn to keep it safe”nCause, that ain’t lovenBut it’s close enoughnnNow the rich man and the poor man and the former Queen of Spain…nnnnnMRS. ROSENTHALnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}, Joe Firstmann{Wives Tales Publishing BMI}nnMe and Mrs. RosenthalnWe rarely wear no clothesnWell, she calls me up, but not to talknI think I’ll go and see her tomorrownnWhen’s she’s drinking in the afternoonnLike she ain’t got a thing to donWell she told me she’s from Baton RougenShe singing like the Queen of VirginiannShe good for me like medicinenShe say her momma’s MexicannWell, I hope she wear that dress againnI swear at times I can see right through itnnShe say she like the way I talknShe crazy ‘bout my lazy drawlnShe say it mixes well with alcoholnBaby can I get ya,nHoney let me get yanDarlin’ let me fix ya up goodnnThat’s why I’m singing to yannMe and Mrs. Rosenthal…nnShe wears me outnIn the finest waynShe making sure my spine is straightnI’m singing pardon me you highnessnLittle darling how’d you get so good, so good, so goodnThat’s why I’m singing to yannMe and Mrs. Rosenthal…nnnnnnnHIGH SCHOOL DRUGSnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}nnHey Julianna you must be tirednYou’ve been running all day and running all nightnNow the sun’s coming up in a big pink skynYou got the radio on you look just finenNow with the radio on, you look just finennHey Julianna I won’t leave townnJust lie right here and I won’t make a soundnWhen you wake up you can talk me downnWhen I’m walking around with my head in the cloudsnJust a walking around with my head in the cloudsnnAnd I’d watch them all float awaynBefore I’d leave youn(Repeat)nnFind myself hummin’ the songs you’d sungnI remember you singing when we were youngnJust driving around on high school drugsnWe had that sunrise kind of lovenJust driving around on high school drugsnnAnd I’d watch them all float awaynBefore I’d leave you…nnnnnBOY WITH NO NAMEnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}nnSaw her just sitting there, sunk in her shouldersnAnd this kind of thing, will usually blow over’nBut, it ain’t blowin’ overnIt’s a new kind of painnShe cries for the boy with no namennWe must have missed the last chance oasisnFree drinks all aroundnSun on our facesnAt just the right time, in just the right placesnShe cries for the boy with no namennShe says “Waltz with me Darlin,nWatch the stars fallin, and know that I camenWhen I heard you callin’nThis heartache’s a game that nobody wins right away”nAnd it’s always the same,nWhen she cries for the boy with no name.nnCreased in the corner, cards on the tablenBetween secrets and dreams, who’s got the anglenAnd time is a spy that grows blinder each daynWhen she cries for the boy with no namennWe must have missed the last chance oasis…nnShe says “Waltz with me Darlin…”nnShe cries and she cries and she criesnShe cries all nightn(Repeat)nnnnnSOPHIAnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}nnSenora, Sophia, circa 1975nWell, she joined ‘emnCan’t beat ‘emnEverybody saw how she triednnThey just broke her downnAs we all know they’ll donAnd she can joke about it nownYou know she still looks good,nnLenora, oil painternShe gave me one to hang on the wallnWell, she burned outnCan’t blame hernBut, now she never bothers to draw at all, at all, at allnnAnd, they just broke her downnBut, she was younger thennAnd man I hope she works it outnShe’s a real good kidnNever meant to do what she didnShe a real good kidnnSenora, Sophia, circa 1975n(Repeat)nnnnnYOUR BROTHER, THE POETnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}nnSo, you scratched at the doornLike a cat in the rainnAnd at that I had younDead to rightsnSo I looked to be surenThat your hair was the samenBut something had scared younGhostly whitennSo, I lent you a coatnAnd it fell off your shouldersnI laughed at the waynIt swallowed you wholenGirl, it’s so nice to see yanHow long has it beennSince Los Angeles has seen any snownnAnd your brother’s up in New York CitynThe city that he loved so wellnAnd he’s plagiarizing promisesnWith the ghost of Dylan ThomasnOn the ninth floor of the Chelsea HotelnnSo a penny a thoughtnAnd a nickel a prayernIf we just save a littlenIt’ll just get us therenSo give back the nickelsnThat I’ve tossed in the wellnCause summer in San FrancisconIs colder than hellnnSo I dressed up the truth,nIn a big blue hat,nAnd I walked the old girl right down to the service,nAnd they all asked about you,nAnd the troubles you’ve hadnAnd everyone seemed to believenYou deserved itnnAnd your brother’s up in New York City….nnI looked all aroundnAnd no one could find younJust had to remind younOf the girl on a trainnShe was waving and scarednShe was tangled and fairnHair danced in the windownAs the train pulled awaynnnnGLORY HALLELUJAHnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}nnI ‘m trapped here by the soundnOf the sleeping soldiers nownAnd the cars out on the streetnWell they never screamed so loudnAnd the voices in my headnThey whisper true and proudnAnd something that they’ve said has got a whole new meaning nownnSinging glory hallelujahnHow that pain it’ll shoot right through yanAnd it sure was fine to knew yanBut, I’m gone, gone, gonennLord I’m feelin’ finenDrinkin’ sacramental winenGot me swimming toward the skynTil I get caught up in a bindnLucky, I built the kids a shrine,nThat we worship all the timenWe just roll the dice and pinenAll the loss of love and crimennSinging “Glory Hallelujah…nnUntil we’re left with only hollow thoughtsnAnd memories we’ve won and lostnTied our hands with golden knotsnAnd went to tell the others… and I told emnnI got a girl at homenMan, I left her all alonenShe was crying on the phonenMan, I couldn’t bear to listennSo I screamed ‘til I was tirednI was full of kerosene and liesnI told her, I forgot her eyesnAnd couldn’t give a damn to kiss hernnSinging, glory hallelujah…n(Repeat)nnAnd we were left with only broken glass,nAnd memories of good things pastnConvinced myself that nothing lastsnAnd went to tell the others… And I told emnnnnnADELINEnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}nnYou grabbed my handnAnd held on tightnWe floated downnPast prying eyesnAnd I’d never jumped dearnFrom such great heightsnWere you not there, dear AdelinennYou got a voice dearnThat’s hard to findnI hear it call menEach time I dienIt brings me back love,nAnd you’re wearing whitenIt’s all the time now, dear AdelinennAnd we’ll wave goodbye to the punch drunk worldnSugarcoat so sweet, little gum drop girlnAnd I’m hopeless to believe innBut, if you’ll just stay a whilenI’ll do anything you saynDear AdelinennI caught you smilingnI asked you whynYou said no reasonnI said baby that’s just finenLong as you’re happynRight by my sidenYour little gun shy grin, AdelinennYou’ll take no husbandnYou’ll have no kidsnBut you love your whiskeynAnd all your friendsnThey’ll break your back lovenBut you’ll never crynCause you never was like themnDear AdelinennAnd we’ll waive goodbye to the punch drunk worldnnnnCENTRAL PARKnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}nnI met the last of the great paintersnSelling grass in Central ParknHe painted all he was afraid ofn‘Til all the world was artnAnd he’s a brilliant conversationalistnHis topics ranging near and farnFrom the price of tea in ChinanTo the fastest foreign carsnHe knows a lot about the carsnnBut he doesn’t have a licensenDoesn’t leave the neighborhoodnHe doesn’t quite know where his wife isnBut he hopes she’s doing goodnShe ran off to south of Sante FenWith some hippie throwing coppernThat was seven years ago todaynWell, he heard she had a daughternWell, he heard she had a daughternnOughta send her something nice he thoughtnA book, a piece of jewelrynBut he don’t know what she likesnAnd he thinks her name is JulienPartially and mostly rightnFor her name is JuliannanProbably pretty, probably shynProbably gets it from her mommanShe had a real good looking mommannNot a single day goes by,nHe doesn’t think of her and wonder,nWhy she up and left him for some turquoise wearing sculptornBut she always liked a dry heatnShe was raised in ArizonanIt’s a hundred ninety-five degreesnAt seven in the morningnnDoo do doo, do doo doo, doo do do, doo doo donI was walking through the parknTrying to score a joint or twonnI was probably lying when I said I was a singer,nSaid he saw it in my eyes I was just an in-betweenernNever stood up to a giantnNever seen the Mona LisanNever said nothing so defiant, so that anyone’d believe itnNo one’s gonna believe itnnWell he hasn’t touched a brushnIn long enough he could still wield itnnSaw a lot of things he’d like to paintnBut, he never could quite feel itnAnd I’ve felt the same of songnWhen there was no one there to listennBut, it never was for themnNo, it never was for themnNo, it never was for anyone but mennHe said, I am not a wise mannBut I know you are mistakennCause art is only yoursnUntil the second you create itnAnd I may have had a wife oncenAnd I may have been a painternBut, right now I got these bags mannAnd they’re fifty bucks an eighthnThat’s the going ratenSo, I thought I’d pick one up for yannDoo do doo, do do doo, do do doo, do do doonI was walking throught the parknAnd I was on my way to see yannnnnWAR ON WILCOXnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}nnWhere in the world do you come from?nWhere in the world do you go?nWho dropped the dime on good reverend Jerome?nHe just took what he felt he was owednnYou rolled dice last night with CorettanRolled twice and won me the worldnBut you’d give it away if I let yanCrazy I tell ya, make me laugh out loudnnLike that time that I caught you in Austin,nAnd you were carrying ten times your weight,nI loved you as quick as I lost younBut cost ain’t nothing to a rich man like me,nIt don’t mean a thingnnI found heaven in a three sided story,nHeard my story in clear blue skynI got this brand new tattoo just this morningnCovered your name upnnI melted my thumb like a candle,nSealed a letter that I’ll never sendnI wondered who taught you, the art of a scandalnIs 99 5/16 what you put in, and we both put in.nnYou lived through the war out on WilcoxnGot bored with the billionaire’s tienYou carried your teeth in a pillbox,nThose nice pearly whites,nLet me see you smile like one more time.nnWhere in world…nnnnnBLUEBIRDnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}nnI was a bluebirdnLost and alonenSearching for shelternFar from my homenStruggling to flynBut you mended my wingnAnd you’re sweeter than springtimenI love how you’d singnnYou know the songnTo play when I’m gonenNo longer weary,nFinally HomenWatching from heavennWith fond recollectionnMy sisters and brethrennHave all gathered roundnTo help me to laynMy burden downnnI was a preachernRobbed of my faithnSurrounded by devilsnSuspicious of saintsnDrawn to temptationnDrowning in sinnBut I found my salvationnWhen you sang againnnYou know the song…nnBluebird flying homen(Repeat)nnnnnnnNEIGHBORHOODnnBrian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}nnWhere I live nownIs a little red housenDown on Wilcox and FountainnLos AngelesnI sleep through the sirensnPolice lullabiesnAnd I ridenMy little black bicyclenDown to Bogie’snnAnd drag queen CecilianShe’s the last true believernShe’s walking the BoulevardnShe’s handing out leafletsnThat nobody readsnCause they know all the secretsnAnd the don’t need a reasonnTo be, so scarednnAnd this ain’t no kind of scene, babenWhy in the world would you follow me herenAnd this ain’t no kind of scenenWhy in the world would you follow me herenYou followed me herennMy friends and my worriesnThey got old in a hurrynBut no less deservingnA fond farewellnAnd bellbottomed cheapskatesnThey’re all asleep in the heat wavenAnd they wake upnFrom their dreamsnOf the sixtiesnFind that nothing has changednBaby nothing has changednnAnd this ain’t no kind of scenenWhy in the world would you follow me herenAnd you believe what you wanna believenAnd this ain’t no kind of scenennAnd I hang out with singersnBunch of glass jawed bleedersnWhose skinnIs as thinnAs a leafnAnd there’s actorsnAnd dancersnAnd more second chancersnThan lights

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