SUSAN ACROSS THE OCEAN LET'S TAKE SOME DRUGS AND DRIVE AROUND And everything I know, I knew yesterday Until something new comes around Let's go take some drugs and drive around Let's do something dumb, let's get in a fight I'd rather get beat up than sit around all night Let's go get some lights, let's go get some sound Let's go take some drugs and drive around Drive around Gas up the car, get some beer too How about a sixpack for me and a twelvepack for you Turn off your TV When you were a kid you didn't want to grow up and be a bum Be treated like the morons we've become I turn on my radio, all I hear is metal and motown Let's go take some drugs and drive around Drive around Turn out the headlights, let's go get lost And every blind lane we must cross Every poor boy who fears for his life Get out of our way or get in and ride As we drive and drive Just saying no to drugs is easy if you got The kind of life that I have not But honey if I did, I'd lay that money down Buy some more drugs and drive around Drive around © 1991 Michael Hall 1991 Aznut Music, BMI All rights reserved UPSIDE DOWN INSTEAD The door to her room and the night beyond They shook it to the left and they raised their voices They shook it to the right and they forgot about their losses Why do we lie? Why do we try so hard? Why do we fight inside our heads? Honey, upside down instead Drowning in an ocean of indecision Round and around the world on a whim Losing all sense of intuition Holding to an image of you You can fight yourself but it takes too long Life's too short to drag yourself down Let's mix it up, open our minds Shake our heads and leave our worries behind © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI All rights reserved SHAKING ALL OVER THE PLACE We might walk there someday We can talk it out on the phone I can hear you on the phone This time I hear your voice Shaking all over the place We laughed at his performance You offered him a job He said he was impossible to work with And he danced right out of the room Shaking all over the place Into the middle of the road Shaking all over the place Throw it all away Words never came together I could see them but I could not make them speak How we get on with one another The one, the two, the three Shaking all over the place The sixes, the sevens all got away Shaking all over the place © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara and Manuel Verzosa 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI All rights reserved ALL SHE WROTE We stayed all night We stayed all summer We were looking for the light That would last all winter The size of the evening Cast a shadow over the girl at the look-out post That's all she wrote You're the one who broke it Now you're gonna have to teach it to move High water is coming to Arizona I down my drinks Just as soon as they come to me That's all she wrote You play your cards You still have to pay the rent We thought we knew just how The rules would bend © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI All rights reserved WANNA RIDE Kiss me when we hit the city limits Don't tell me we won't get very far When we're breaking up the speed limit And chasing away all the cars It's an afternoon of high speed racing Forget the pavement even there Feels so good I think I might strat screaming When the wind whips through your hair Take me out on your bike Take me out on your bike, bike Take me out on your bike I wanna ride, ride, ride Wanna ride, ride, ride It's a perfect way to spend the day Leave the city far behind Throttle open wide on a mountainside It blows away my fucking mind © 1993 Pork 1993 1117 Music, BMI All rights reserved SUSAN ACROSS THE OCEAN I still think about Susan, and all our ups and downs Never met a woman so resolute, she speaks her mind, stands her ground Thought we'd go on forever, and I must still be surprised 'Cause I can't forget that sweet look in her eyes Susan across the ocean Chose to go so far away Susan, what does your spirit hide? That makes me question my life this way Susan across the ocean I ain't a slave to nobody Susan, you don't mean anything Susan, you're everything to me I had plans to raise a family; she had plans of her own Children are so demanding, and she had so much to prove, and places to go I'm not angry anymore, but it hurts me so bad When I think of all the sweet times we could have had Just when you think you know somebody well When you're completely in love, you can never tell When it's over Is it over? I'm sixty years tomorrow, but I still hold my own I married a woman whose love I hold, and we had three kids, watched them grow But when I wake up in the morning, it still hurts me so bad Because I love this woman beside me, But I can't help to think about the life I could have had © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI All rights reserved CHANGE THE LOCKS I changed the locks on my front door So you won't see me anymore And you won't come inside my house And you won't lie down on my couch I changed the locks on my front door I changed the number on my phone So you won't call me up at home And you won't say those things to me That always keep me on my knees I changed the number on my phone I changed the kind of clothes I wear So you won't find me anywhere And you won't spot me in a crowd And you won't call my name out loud I changed the kind of clothes I wear I changed the kind of car I drive So you won't follow me when I go by And you won't chase me up the street And you won't knock me off of my feet I changed the kind of car I drive I changed the tracks underneath the train So you won't find me again And you won't trace my path And you won't hear my laugh I changed the tracks underneath the train I changed the name of this town So you won't follow me down And you won't touch me like before And you won't make me want you more I changed the name of this town I changed the name of this town I changed the name of this town © 1988 Lucinda Williams 1988 Lucy Jones Music, BMI All rights reserved THE SOUNDS NEXT DOOR There are sounds coming through the walls from next door Sitting here waiting to turn the recorder on Got a mic in the baseboard, touched up the paint the week before There are sounds coming through the walls from next door It's something important, but I can't place everything Send my wife to the market, send the tape to Washington There are sounds coming through the walls from next door A woman cleans every Thursday; it's not clear how much she knows She never touches the kitchen and when she leaves, she wears different clothes There are sounds coming through the walls from next door It came without any warning; they went down like dominoes All my theories have vanished and my partner's in Ontario There are sounds coming through the walls from next door It's been going on for weeks now, what to bring, what not to leave There's a charge in the air here and my partner's in Los Angeles There are sounds coming through the walls from next door Got a message from Virginia via pouch through Key Biscayne It's just a big pile of numbers looking for a man to blame There are sounds coming through the walls from next door The music is over; the sky's blacked out with rain Going down to the airstrip, fire u the midnight plane There are sounds coming through the walls from next door © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI All rights reserved START TO BURN A thousand fires in the night We look at the pictures, but we won't believe our eyes We are pure and far above We've forgotten the ones we've spurned We've been diverted from the lessons to be learned We're as sure we need to be Get the car Let's go out and see We've forgotten the ones we've spurned We've been diverted from the lessons to be learned Patience bid the answer come Tolerance is the key Hold it steady in your heart Don't forget the ones we've spurned Don't get diverted from the lessons to be learned Start to burn © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara, Mary Rowell and Manuel Verzosa 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI All rights reserved NOTHING'S GONNA LAST All around the world There's something bad All around the world Can't find a thing Not fast enough Can't find a thing Sing about the future Sing about the past Sing about nothing Cause nothing's gonna last Prince of a man Generous beyond words Prince of a man © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI All rights reserved I'M STRAIGHT © 1972 Jonathan Richman 1972 Rockin' Leprechaun, BMI All rights reserved FALLEN ANGEL Out on the roadside I met a fortune for this world A fallen angel came to me without a word With a decision like that Something had to give It was just a small day for the U. S. A. But one I'd never want to relive I saw the bright lights exploding But it wasn't the Fourth of July Yet it was the closest I've come to an Independence Day Out on the ice and the snow in the night When you hear the sirens exploding You figure help is on the way Sometimes it is and sometimes it's not But not that night near Rock Springs Manny I feel you soaring Far from the road where you lay down You are the stars and the sky tonight In the dark I called your name And you are everywhere 1993 Tom Freund, ASCAP All rights reserved