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Red-Headed Woman

Nothin’ quite like
a red-headed woman
you can light up the night
with a red-headed woman
with a tongue of flames
and a secret name
her sin is pure delight
that red-headed woman

the night falls down
’round a red-headed woman
they hear you all over town
with that red-headed woman
and the fingers quick
and a lightning lick
nothin’ like it around
that red-headed woman

and she’s something you need
that red-headed woman
you’ll die for her, you’ll bleed
for that red-headed woman
she’s all you want and more
you’ll rain for her, you’ll pour
you’ll follow and she’ll lead
that red-headed woman

you haven’t got a prayer
‘gainst that red-headed woman
there’s something in the hair
on that red-headed woman
slipp’ry like a snake
way more than you can take
a sap and you don’t care
she’s a red-headed woman

(from “Part Five: An Album Full”)

The title totally stolen from Springsteen. Nice wordplay, though – all mine. It’s sharp and quick.

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The Dawn’s Last Chance (Diana)

What does she feel in the morning
when she gets up before the sun
what does she see in the mirror
is it someone that used to be young

and I sometimes wonder what she’s doin’ here
and why her everyday is the same
and I’m sitting here in a cloud of smoke
not even knowing her name

and when the noontime sun rides through the sky
she will leave this place for awhile
and she will try to have something for herself
that will give her a reason to smile

and I know
that there’s nothing I can do
when I don’t even know her name

when it’s not busy she sits at the counter
and feels her strength fade away
and she hopes for a change of this sorry scene
but God, it’s just another day

and her auburn hair does not belong here
and those eyes deserve a better place
somewhere where there’s peace for her soul
somewhere where there is hope for her face

the morning’s a prison, these tables are cells
and her life is just a sentence served
her days are short and her nights are long
it’s a fate that is not deserved

and I know
that there’s nothing I can do
when I don’t even know her name

but maybe she’s the light in the morning’s dark
maybe she’s the dawn’s last chance
maybe she doesn’t even need these words
for she doesn’t even give me a second glance

and I know
there’s nothing she wants from me
and I don’t even know her name

(from “Part Five: An Album Full”)

I used to work in a department store – selling lamps and rugs – and once, early in the morning before work, I met a couple of the older salesmen for breakfast. There was a waitress at the little restaurant who was pretty but looked sad and burnt out. This got my imagination going. I got to thinking about how I could ‘save’ her. But then my ego gave way to the thoughts expressed in the last few lines. I also notice that I gave her a name in the title despite repeatedly saying I didn’t know it.

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If You Want It

Busy doin’ nuthin’
watchin’ the people go by
ever’body browsin’
ain’t nobody gonna buy

ain’t that the way it is, babe
when you’re livin’ on the street
freezin’ from the winter
burnin’ from the heat

I’m tellin’ you, baby
if you want it
reach out and grab it

ladies play with fire
meltin’ up the ice
playin’ all the numbers
rollin’ all the dice

ain’t that the way it is, babe
when your heart’s a-gonna break
are you gonna lose it
is it more than you can take

I’m tellin’ you, baby
if you want it
reach out and grab it

baby, you’re runnin’
but my time is gonna come
sweetly from the heavens
my cryin’ days are done

you will come and save me
we’ll be together again
cuz you know I’ll never share you
share you with another man

ain’t that the way it is, babe
and my heart’s open wide
and you’ll come back, baby
you’re gonna step back inside

cuz I know, baby, you want it
and you’ll reach out
and grab it

(from “Part Five: An Album Full”)

Another lightweight little old school ditty. The tune better be catchy ’cause I ain’t sayin’ much here. I notice I reference the Beach Boys in the first line. Also, there’s a reminder that I must’ve written this while I was working at a department store selling lamps and rugs: “ain’t nobody gonna buy”.

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Everyone But Me

Everybody’s got someone
it ain’t too hard to see
that everybody’s got someone
everyone but me

she was just sixteen
but I took my chance
I asked her I said
‘baby, would you like to dance?’

she said ‘OK’
but I could see it in her eye
and I knew that she had herself
some other guy
and ain’t it true that

Everybody’s got someone
it ain’t too hard to see
that everybody’s got someone
everyone but me

I went for a walk the other day
and saw all the couples in the park
and I thought it’d be nice to stay
with someone ’til way after dark

but they all went passing by
and me all left alone
so I stood up and blew a sigh
and went on walking home
because

Everybody’s got someone
it ain’t too hard to see
that everybody’s got someone
everyone but me

(from “Part Five: An Album Full”)

My ‘oldie’. A nice, little bouncy song – the type you would’ve heard on AM radio in 1961.

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Find the Tide

I unleash my Buick on the unsuspecting night
and a cigarette burns up against the moonlight
with the smell of the ocean and the gleaming of the hood
I’m looking like a dream but the night it knew I would

and there’s a fierceness deep inside, the kind that never runs dry
and a lust for the feeling somewhere between the earth and the sky
and a longing to succeed at the things that make sense to me
’cause I’m the only one who will decide the way I’m gonna be

there’s nothing you can say
to make me turn around
the road’s the only place
my answers will be found
’cause my soul longs to be fed
with the wine and heavy bread
that will open the world wide
and I’ll run to find the tide

and you know if it’s just a dream then I’ll never wake
’cause you only got one life and you get what you can take
and the time will come with my life inside my hand
that I’ll feed my hungry soul with the fruit of the land

I search through the dusty corners of a ragged and ready mind
and I know that desire is all I’m gonna find
and I’ll step outside my cell and push the Buick to hell
insane or just hungry? y’know, y’never can tell

there’s nothing you can do
to keep me in this place
it’ll be hard to leave you
but there’ll be a smile on my face
’cause my soul longs to be fed
with the wine and heavy bread
that will open the world wide
and I’ll run to find the tide

my soul longs to be fed
with the wine and with the bread
that will set the world on fire
and fan the flames of my desire

so open the world up wide
and I’ll run to find the tide

(from “Part Five: An Album Full”)

Freedom, the ocean and the road. Recurring themes.

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