Subject: Lucinda Williams - Essence Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 09:45:24 +0200 From: "Gunnar Hedlund" To: "Hans Settler" Thanks to Gunnar!!! @ARTIST: Lucinda Williams @ALBUM: Essence 1. Lonely Girls 2. Steal Your Love 3. I Envy The Wind 4. Blue 5. Out Of Touch 6. Are You Down 7. Essence 8. Reason To Cry 9. Get Right With God 10. Bus To Baton Rouge 11. Broken Butterflies @SONG: Lonely Girls lonely girls ... heavy blankets, heavy blankets, heavy blankets cover lonely girls sweet sad songs, sweet sad songs, sweet sad songs sung by lonely girls lonely girls ... pretty hairdos, pretty hairdos, pretty hairdos worn by lonely girls sparkly rhinestones, sparkly rhinestones, sparkly rhinestones shine on lonely girls lonely girls ... I oughta know, I oughta know, I oughta know about lonely girls @SONG: Steal Your Love did they lay down a law and lock up your heart I'm gonna have to steal your love some laws should be broken from the start I'm gonna have to steal your love you ain't about to give it up for no one I'm gonna have to steal your love I don't need a knife, I don't need a gun I know how to steal your love I don't want your drugs and I don't want your money I just wanna steal your love I want you to squeeze me and call me honey I just wanna steal your love give me your strong hand and go away with me I'm gonna have to steal your love come on, let me kiss you and set you free I'm gonna have to steal your love @SONG: I Envy The Wind I envy the wind that whispers in your ear that howls through the winter, that freezes your fingers that moves through your hair and cracks your lips that chills you to the bone, I envy the wind I envy the rain that falls on your face that wets your eyelashes and dampens your skin and touches your tounge and soaks through your shirt and drips down your back, I envy the rain I envy the sun that brightens your summer that warms your body and holds you in her heat that makes your days longer and makes you hot and makes you sweat, I envy the sun I envy the wind, I envy the rain I envy the sun, I envy the wind @SONG: Blue go find a jukebox and see what a quarter will do I don't wanna talk, I just wanna go back to blue feeds me when I'm hungry and quenches my thirst loves me when I'm lonely and thinks of me first blue is the color of the night when the red sun disappears from the sky raven feathers shiny and black a touch of blue glistening down her back we don't talk about heaven and we don't talk about hell we've come to depend on one other so damn well so go to confession, whatever gets you through you can count your blessings, I'll just count on blue blue is the color of the night when the red sun disappears from the sky raven feathers shiny and black a touch of blue glistening down her back @SONG: Out Of Touch once in awhile we might pass on the street we nod and we smile and we shuffle our feet making small talk standing face to face hands in our pockets 'cause we fell so out of place our paths may cross again in some crowded bar we feel a little lost 'cause we've drifted away so far hoping to find the right words to say we joke a little and then go on our way we are so out of touch, yeah we are so out of touch, yeah la la la la ... we speak in the past tense and talk about the weather half broken sentences we try to piece together I ask about an old friend that we both used to know you said you heard he took his life about five years ago we may pass each other on the interstate we honk and cross over to the other lane everybody's going somewhere, everybody's inside hundreds of cars, hundreds of private lives we are so out of touch, yeah we are so out of touch, yeah la la la la ... @SONG: Are You Down can't put the rain back in the sky once it falls down, please don't cry rain turns the dirt into mud warm and messy like your love can't force the river upstream when it goes South, know what I mean nothing will make me take you back are you down babe, down with that can't put the rain back in the sky once it falls down, please don't cry rain turns the dirt into mud warm and messy like your love can't force the river upstream when it goes South, know what I mean nothing will make me take you back are you down babe, down with that are you down babe, down with that are you down babe, down with that @SONG: Essence baby, sweet baby, you're my drug come on and let me taste your stuff baby, sweet baby, bring me your gift what surprise you gonna hit me with I am waiting here for more I am waiting by your door I am waiting on your back steps I am waiting in my car I am waiting at this bar I am waiting for your essence baby, sweet baby, whisper my name shoot your love into my vein baby, sweet baby, kiss me hard make me wonder who's in charge I am waiting ... baby, sweet baby, I wanna feel your breath even though you like to flirt with death baby, sweet baby, can't get enough please come find me and help me get fucked up @SONG: Reason To Cry just to sit and talk the way we used to do it just breaks my heart, that I can't get close to you if our eyes should meet somewhere down the road will you stop and be sweet or will you just walk on I thought things would stay the same I thought things were right on in our sunny days how could we go wrong now these days have found us right here were we stand we thought we were so tough but nothing worked out like we planned or everything in this world, I guess I'll never know why something as good as this could flower up and die when you lose your happiness when no one's standing by when nothing makes any sence you've got a reason to cry when nothing makes any sence you've got a reason to cry @SONG: Get Right With God I would risk the serpent's bite I would dance around with seven I would kiss the diamondback if I knew it would get me to heaven 'cause I want to get right with God yes, you know, you've got to get right with God I would burn soles of my feet burn the palms of both my hands if I could learn and be complete if I could walk righteously again I would sleep on a bed of nails till my back was torn and bleeding in the deep darkness of hell the Damascus of my meeting I asked God about his plan to save us all from Satan's slaughter if I give up one of my lambs will you take me as one of your daughters @SONG: Bus To Baton Rouge I had to go back to that house one more time to see if the camellias were in bloom for so many reasons, it's been on my mind the house on Belmont Avenue built up by cinderblocks off of the ground what with the rain and the soft swampy land by the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around were switches when we were bad I took a bus to Baton Rouge I took a bus to Baton Rouge all the front rooms were kept closed off I never liked to go in there much sometimes the doors they'd be locked 'cause there were precious things that I couldn't touch the company couch covered in plastic little books about being saved the dining room table, nobody ate at the piano nobody played there was this beautiful lamb I always loved a seashore was painted on the shade it would turn around when you switched on the bulb and gently rock the waves the driveway was covered with tiny white seashells a fig tree stood in the backyard there are other things I remember as well but to tell them would just be too hard ghosts in the wind that blow through my life follow me wherever I go I'll never be free from these chains inside hidden deep inside my soul @SONG: Broken Butterflies you wear your anger well and stand for all the world to see a heavy cloak and one gloved hand and no humility you stand inside the garden and feast on black cherries and swallow the manna from heaven and spit out the seeds you spread your anger on sharp-edged knives cut my skin and make it bleed like Pilate in his self righteousness you're a traitor and a thief choking on your unplanned words coughing up your lies tumbling from your mouth a flurry of broken butterflies broken butterflies at rest their wings have snapped in two on their way to certain death their colors golden blue but the blood that flows I cannot hide the blood that covers me nourishes the butterflies and they are healed and are set free I wish you had what Ruth possessed but then I don't expect that of you grace and honor and faithfulness and the love that you refuse will you ever learn to just forgive will you open your beautiful eyes and bleed the way Christ did and fix the broken butterflies