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from Don Henley - Inside Job (2000)
You live in a house of mirrors
Reflecting your splendid isolation You have so much of everything Except for true consideration The way you dance The way you walk The way you drive The way you talk The way you eat The way you drink The way you act The way that you don't think It's like there's Nobody else in the world but you Nobody else in the world Nobody else in the world but you In case you haven't noticed There's lots of other people here, too Hey now, did your momma teach you anything? Some things still got to be respected Is it a sign of the times, or is it just your callous heart? How did you get so disconnected? The way you push The way you shove The way you hate The way you love The lies you spin The scenes you make The grief you give The space you take It's like there's Nobody else in the world but you Nobody else in the world Nobody else in the world but you In case you haven't noticed There's lots of other people here, too And now it's time you did a little giving, baby The world is not your plaything, no, no, no (solo) Nobody else in the world but you Nobody else in the world Nobody else in the world but you In case you haven't noticed There's lots of other people here Nobody else in the world but you Nobody else in the world It's like there'snobody else in the world but you In case you haven't noticed there are lots of other people here, too |
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from Don Henley - Inside Job (2000)
I had a good life
Before you came I had my friends and my freedom I had my name Still there was sorrow and emptiness 'Til you made me blessed Oh and this love I've found strength I never knew I had Chorus: And this love Is like nothing I have ever known Take my hand, love I'm taking you home Taking you home There were days, lonely days When the world wouldn't throw me a crumb But I kept on believin' That this day would come Chorus I'm taking you home Where we can be with the ones who really care Home, where we can grow together Keep you in my heart forever Chorus Yes I am Taking you home, baby I'm taking you home |
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from Don Henley - Inside Job (2000)
For my wedding, i will dress in black
And never again will i look back Ah, my dark angels we must part For i've made a sanctuary of my heart To want what i have To take what i'm given with grace For this i pray On my wedding day For my wedding, i don't want violins Or sentimental songs about thick and thin I want a moment of silence and a moment of prayer For the love we'll need to make it in the world out there To want what i have To take what i'm given with grace For this i pray On my wedding day On my wedding day I dream, and my dreams are all glory and light That's what i've wanted for my life And if it hasn't always been that way Well, i can dream and i can pray On my wedding day So what makes us any different from all the others Who have tried and failed before us Maybe nothing, maybe nothing at all But i pray we're the lucky ones; i pray we never fall To want what we have To take what we're given with grace For these things i pray On my wedding day On my wedding day |
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from Don Henley - Inside Job (2000)
I hate to tell you this, but i'm very, very happy
And i know that's not what you'd expect from me at all I'm not the kind to smile and bow out gracefully I always wanted to take it to the wall But i found somebody with a heart as big as texas I found an angel with the golden wings She saw me down here in the dark somehow And everything is different now Yeah, i miss the old crowd sometimes And the wild, wild nights of running You know, a starving soul can't live like that for long You go around in circles that just keep getting smaller You wake up one morning and half your life is gone I got so tired of that; i got so lonely I dropped down and i called out to heaven send me someone to love. And heaven shot back, you get the love that you allow. And everything is different now Oh, and it's sweet to know The wisdom that living brings Since i got a telegram from the god of simple things She said, i don't care what you do for a living. She said, i don't care what kind of car you drive. all i want to know right now is what do you believe in And what it means to you to be alive Will you stand here in this fire with me? Are you ready for another life? So i bit that bullet and i took that vow And everything is different now Everything is different now |
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from Don Henley - Inside Job (2000)
Ah, it's open season here my friend
It always is; it always has been Welcome, welcome to the u.s.a. We're partying fools in the autumn of our heyday And though we're running out of everything We can't afford to quit Before this binge is over We've got to squeeze off one more hit We're workin' it Workin' it Soon you will be dancing face-to-face With the limits of ambition and the scars of the marketplace Welcome to the land of flame and fizz Where you will learn that packaging is all that heaven is We got the little black car, the little black dress Got the guru, the trainer, the full court press We got the software, hard drive, cd-rom We got the exploitation.com We got the pager, cell phone, bootleg methaqualone The media, the message: you are what you own We got the agent, lawyer, lapdog, voyeur Talk show, book deal, round mouth, square meal We're so busy covering our asses, we just can't commit oh, back off, don't bother me, baby Can't you see i'm workin' it Workin' it It's plain to see miss liberty has not yet come of age But, she loves to feed the animals as long as they're locked up in the cage And everybody knows the girl's got balls of brass Aw, kiss my ass (solo) We've got a whole new class of opiates To blunt the stench of discontent In these corporation nation-states Where the loudest live to trample on the least They say it's just the predatory nature of the beast But, the barons in the balcony are laughing And pointing to the pit They say, aw look, they've grown accustomed to the smell Now, people love that shit And we're workin' it. Workin' it We got the short-term gain, the long-term mess We got the suffocating, quarterly consciousness Yes man, run like a thief New york to hollywood, hype and glory Special effects, no story Yes man, run like a thief Workin' it Workin' it Well, you don't know who the enemy is You don't know You don't know who the enemy is Company man eight for me, one for you (workin' it) very fair Business as usual, business as usual |
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from Don Henley - Inside Job (2000)
The rains have come early, they say
We're all gonna wash away Well, that's all right with me If heaven's torrent can wash clean The arrogance that lies unseen In the damage done since we have gone Where we ought not to be Goodbye to a river Goodbye to a river So long Lakes and levees, dams and locks They put that river in a box It was running wild And men must have control We live our lives in starts and fits We lose our wonder bit by bit We condescend and in the end We lose our very souls Goodbye to a river Goodbye to a river So long The dirty water washes down Poisoning the common ground Taking sins of farm and town And bearing them away The captains of industry And their tools on the hill They're killing everything divine What will i tell this child of mine (solo) I make a church out of words As the years dull my senses And i try to hold on to the world that i knew I struggle to cross generational fences And the beauty that still remains I can touch it through you Goodbye to a river Goodbye to a river So long Goodbye to a river Goodbye to a river So long Goodbye to a river Goodbye to a river So long Goodbye to a river Goodbye to a river Roll on |
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from Don Henley - Inside Job (2000)
While you were sleeping
They came and took it all away The lanes and the meadows The places where you used to play It was an inside job By the well-connected Your little protest Summarily rejected It was an inside job Like it always is Chalk it up to business as usual While we are dreaming This little island disappears While you are looking the other way They'll take your right to own your own ideas And it's an inside job Favors collected Your trusted servants Have left you unprotected It was an inside job Like it always is Just chalk it up To business as usual You think that you're so smart But you don't have a fucking clue What those men up in the towers Are doing to me and you And they'll keep doin' it and doin' it And doin' it and doin' it And doin' it and doin' it And doin' it and doin' it Until we all wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up I know what i've done wrong I am acquainted with the night I know how hard it is To always walk out in the light And it's an inside job To learn about forgiving It's an inside job To hang on to the joy of living They know the road by which you came They know your mother's maiden name And what you had for breakfast And what you've hidden in the mattress Insect politics Indifferent universe Bang your head against the wall But apathy is worse It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job Yeh, yeah It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job |
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from Don Henley - Inside Job (2000)
From the arizona desert
To the salisbury plain Lights on the horizon Patterns on the grain Anxious eyes turned upward Clutching souvenirs Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears They swear there was an accident back in '47 Little man with a great big head Splattered down from heaven Government conspiracy; cover-ups and lies Hidden in the desert under endless skies Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold Post, postmodern world No time for heroes, no place for good guys No room for rocky the flying squirrel They're not here, they're not coming Not in a million years Turn your weary eyes back homeward Stop your trembling, dry your tears You may see the heavens flashing You may hear the cosmos humming But i promise you, my brother They're not here, they're not coming Would they pile into the saucer Find orlando's rat and hug it? Go screaming through the universe Just to get mcnuggets? Well, i don't think so, i don't think so It's much too dangerous, it's much too strange Here in a world that won't give oprah no home on the range Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold Post, postmodern world No authenticity, no sign of soul The radio won't play george and merle They're not here, they're not coming Not in a million years 'til we put away our hatred 'til we lay aside our fears You may see the heavens flashing You may hear the cosmos humming But i promise you, my sister They're not here, they're not coming To this garden we were given And always took for granted It's like my daddy told me, you just bloom where you're planted. Now you long to be delivered From this world of pain and strife That's a sorry substitution for a spiritual life (solo) Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold Post, postmodern world No place for sentiment, no room for romance Bring back the duke of earl They're not here, they're not coming Not in a million years Turn your hopes back homeward Hold your children, dry their tears You may see the heavens flashing You may hear the cosmos humming But i promise you, my brother They're not here, they're not coming They're not here, they're not coming Not in a million years 'til we put away our hatred And lay aside our fears You may see the heavens flashing You may hear the cosmos humming But i promise you, my brother They're not here, they're not coming |
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from Don Henley - Inside Job (2000)
Maybe just a good night's sleep Would have changed your troubled mind From that rather permanent decision So tragic, so unkind Now, pain is what you've given And sleep is what you'll get So far away from that sweet baby child Who hardly knew you yet Now he'll grow up to be a fighter Full of anger, full of shame Like all the other haunted children Who wonder why they came And he'll be in and out of trouble Until he stands up or he falls But there will always be a shadow there No matter how it goes Damn it, rose Is this another cryptic message Or some kind of cosmic quiz If there's a lesson to be learned from this Well, i don't know what it is You could have given us the finger Much more constructively than that Now i sit here with the mtv And your bloated, burmese cat We're being treated to the wisdom Of some puffed up little fart Doing exactly what i used to do Pretentions to anarchy and art He speaks the language of a warrior He mounts his misinformed attack He wears the clothes of a dissenter But there's a logo on his back And it's a hollow rebellion As rebellions mostly are It's just another raging tempest in a jar And the seasons keep on changing And the wind blows hot and cold Wish that you were here with us to watch this tide As it ebbs and flows Damn it, rose |
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from Don Henley - Inside Job (2000)
On a misbegotten, moonless night
I stumbled in my door Disgusted with my circumstance Soaked to every pore When floating from my bedroom Came a moaning and a sigh oh, i've had one too many It's just the wind, says i I lit up a cigarette And i poured a good, stiff drink You see, i needed to compose myself I needed time to think No sooner had i settled down The moaning came again Drifting through the silence Like some otherworldly violin I bounded up the staircase I went slippin' and slidin' down the hall You know, i've been around the whole, wide world But i was not prepared at all Uninvited visitor, unsuspecting host well, i see you've made yourself at home. Good evening, miss ghost. You're more beautiful than ever I feel just like a kid And i commence to trembling When i think of all the things we did Skin as pale as marble; lips as red as blood Imagine my surprise, my dear I thought that you were gone for good You look so lovely lying there All stretched out on your back But i'm the one who's strung up here On old temptation's rusty rack And in the wee small hours Is when i miss you the most And i confess it, i have missed you Miss ghost I threw open the window And i howled at the rain And i cursed the weakness of the flesh This breath and boneand this brute, reptilian brain What dirty tricks the mind can play In the lonely dead of night When you bump into the shadow Of a faded love that wasn't right Way down beneath the surface Far beyond the light of day So many things lie buried deep And baby, they should stay that way Oh, my wicked, little habit We've really made a mess Everything's been trivialized In our vain pursuit of happiness And even though you've come for me I won't go back with you To some temporary heaven Down some empty, dead-end avenue But it's been so good to have you here And i propose a toast here's to seeing through you Miss ghost. |
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from Don Henley - Inside Job (2000)
Is this what you wanted?
Did you even think twice? Didn't they tell you that anything that feels this good Comes with a price It gave you such a rush Now you think you've had enough It's not that easy to walk away This is the hard stuff You can't get the genie back in the bottle You can't get the genie back in the bottle You can't get the genie back in the bottle You can't get the genie back in the bottle And everything matters, everything matters Every little thing you do That smoldering tingle under your skin That sweet, delicious, but not-so-original sin And when the world becomes too little or too much The shadow mind contrives The triumph and the tragedy that we invite into our lives And adam glanced back at the tree As he was leaving Said, baby, that's the price we pay Knowing is grieving You can't get the genie back in the bottle You can't get the genie back in the bottle You can't get the genie back in the bottle You can't get the genie back in the bottle And everything matters, everything matters Everything you say, everything you do And the past comes back to smack you around For all the things you thought you got for free For the arrogance to think that you could somehow Defy the laws of gravity These are lessons in humility Penitence for past offenses Consequences, consequences You can't get the genie back in the bottle You can't get the genie back in the bottle You can't get the genie back in the bottle You can't get the genie back in the bottle |
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from Don Henley - Inside Job (2000)
I watch you sleeping
My weary heart rises up on wings I hear your laughter Something deep down inside me sings Way down here in the land of cotton You were born on a rainy day Since then, sweet things long forgotten They just keep flooding back my way Oh child, i cannot tell you how the time just flies But i have had my days of glory under sunny skies These days, your bright dreams are all i want to see Sleep tight, annabel You can always count on me In this cold world, folks will judge you Though they don't know you at all And i may not be there to catch you Anytime that you might fall But, you got my hard head And your mother's grace All the likeness of the loved ones right there in your face And i know in the end you'll be who you will be So sleep tight, annabel You can always count on me |
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from Don Henley - Inside Job (2000)
A lot of things have happened
Since the last time we spoke Some of them are funny Some of 'em ain't no joke And i trust you will forgive me If i lay it on the line I always thought you were a friend of mine Sometimes i think about you I wonder how you're doing now And what you're going through The last time i saw you We were playing with fire We were loaded with passion And a burning desire For every breath, for every day of living And this is my thanksgiving Now the trouble with you and me, my friend Is the trouble with this nation Too many blessings, too little appreciation And i know that kind of notionwell, it just ain't cool So send me back to sunday school Because i'm tired of waiting for reason to arrive It's too long we've been living These unexamined lives I've got great expectations I've got family and friends I've got satisfying work I've got a back that bends For every breath, for every day of living This is my thanksgiving Have you noticed that an angry man Can only get so far Until he reconciles the way he thinks things ought to be With the way things are Here in this fragmented world, i still believe In learning how to give love, and how to receive it And i would not be among those who abuse this privilege Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge And i don't mind saying that i still love it all I wallowed in the springtime Now i'm welcoming the fall For every moment of joy Every hour of fear For every winding road that brought me here For every breath, for every day of living This is my thanksgiving For everyone who helped me start And for everything that broke my heart For every breath, for every day of living This is my thanksgiving |
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from Don Henley - Building The Perfect Beast (0000)
Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I'm drivin' by your house Though I know you're not at home But I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I never will forget those nights I wonder if it was a dream Remember how you made me crazy? Remember how I made you scream Now I don't understand what happened to our love But babe, I'm gonna get you back I'm gonna show you what I'm made of I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun I see you walkin' real slow and you're smilin' at everyone I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone Out on the road today, I saw a DEADHEAD sticker on a Cadillac A little voice Inside my head said, "Don't look back. You can never look back." I thought I knew what love was What did I know? Those days are gone forever I should just let them go but- I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone |
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from Don Henley - Building The Perfect Beast (0000)
You can make money, you can make good
friends You can make mistakes and you can make amends You can make it easy when push comes to shove, but- You can't make love You can make advances, you can make big plans Plant sloppy kisses all over her hands You can tell her everything you're dreamin' of, but- You can't make love Love's a little word that been kicked around Used too much, beaten down What in the world are you thinkin' of? You can't make love You can go through the motions with your magic spells Buy all the potions that Fifth Avenue sells You can try to call down all the stars above, but- You can't make love You can buy her diamonds, you can go out in style You can make a promise, you can walk down the aisle You can make a life for her that fits like a glove, but- You can' t make love Oh, it takes so long You gotta be strong Before it's gone What in the world where you thinkin' of, boy- You can't make love |
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from Don Henley - Building The Perfect Beast (0000)
I see these women at the car wash; women
at the mall Little-bitty women, and women who are tall One of them is perfect and I want her for myself Never gonna settle for anybody else All my good buddies try to fix me up- Buddy, I've had enough I'm gonna run a few red lights; grind a few gears Start a few fist fights; drink a few beers Even though I'm tryin' every trick in the book You gimme drop dead (drop dead), drop dead looks You the finest woman that I've ever seen Why you wanna be so mean? Well everybody tries to tell me There's nothin' I can do But I'm a man with a mission Baby you know it's you Man with a mission Man with a mission Man with a mission Baby, you know it's you Well I'm a Man with a mission Man with a mission Man with a mission Baby, you know it's you-it's you Everybody runnin' round here Sayin', "Where's the party? Where's the party?" Sonny-boy, don't ask me, 'cause I don't know I got somethin' else on my mind today- somewhere else to go Well-a, well-a, well-a everybody tries to tell me There's nothin' I can do But I'm a man with a mission Baby, you know it's you It's you Man with a mission........ |
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from Don Henley - Building The Perfect Beast (0000)
And you'd sell what is left of your soul for another go-round
You keep telling yourself she means nothing and maybe you should call her bluff But you don't really believe it You must not be drinkin' enough Well, the perfume she wore you can buy down at the Five & Dime But on some other woman it don't smell the same in your mind You keep telling yourself you can take it- Telling yourself that you're tough But you still wanna hold her You must not be drinkin' enough You'r not drinkin' enough to wash away old memories And there ain't enough whiskey in Texas to keep you from beggin', Please, please, please. She passed on your passion and stepped on your pride Turns out you ain't quite so tough Cause you still wanna hold her You must not be drinkin' enough Ay-yl-yl-yl Ask yourself why You still wanna hold her You must not be drinkin' enough Ay-yl-yl-yl etc. |
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from Don Henley - Building The Perfect Beast (0000)
Sometimes I wonder where it is love goes
I don't know if even Heaven knows But I know you had some dreams that didn't quite come true And now I'm not the one, little girl, who's keeping you I was either standing in your shadow or blocking your light Though I kept on trying I could not make it right For you girl- There's just not enough love in the world I know people hurt you so bad They don't know the damage they can do, and it makes me so sad- How we knock each other down just like children on a playground Even after that ol' sun went down- I was either standing in your shadow or or blocking your light Though I kept on trying I could not make it right For you girl- There's just not enough love in the world Oh darlin', this is still a shady little town And sometimes it's so hard to smile- For the world, for the camera- And still have something left You don't have to prove nothin' to nobody Just take good care of yourself I'm not easy to live with- I know that it's true You're no picnic either, babe And that's one of the things I loved about you But a time will come around when we need to settle down Got to get of this merry-go-round I was either standing in your shadow or blocking you're light Though I kept on trying I could not make it right For you girl- There's just not enough love in the world |
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from Don Henley - Building The Perfect Beast (0000)
The power of reason, the top of the heap
We're the ones who can kill the things we don't eat Sharper than a serpent's tongue Tighter than a bongo drum Quicker than a one-night stand Slicker than a mambo band And now the day is come Soon he will be released Glory hallelujah! We're building the Perfect Beast (building, building, etc..) It's Olympus this time- Olympus or bust For we have met the enemy -and he is us And now the day is come Soon he will be released Glory hallelujah! We're building the Perfect Beast (Building, Building) Ever since we crawled out of the ocean and stood upright on the land There are some things that we just don't understand: Relieve all pain and suffering and lift us out of the dark Turn us all into Methuselah- But where are we gonna park? (Building, Building) The secrets of eternity- We've found the lock and turned the key We're shakin' up those building blocks Going deeper into that box- (Pandora wouldn't like it) And now the day is come Soon he will be released Glory hallelujah! We're building the Perfect Beast (building, building) All the way to Malibu from the Land of the Talking Drum- Just look how far-look how far we've come |
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from Don Henley - Building The Perfect Beast (0000)
They're pickin' up the prisoners and puttin' 'em in a pen
And all she wants to do is dance, dance Rebels been rebels since I don't know when And all she wants to do is dance Molotov cocktail-the local drink And all she wants to do is dance, dance They mix 'em up right in the kitchen sink And all she wants to do is dance Crazy people walkin' round with blood in their eyes And all she wants to do is dance, dance Wild-eyed pistol waver who ain't afraid to die And all she wants to do is-- All she wants to do is dance and make romance She can't feel the heat comin' off the street She wants to party She wants to get down All she wants to do is-- All she wants to do is dance Well, the government bugged the men's room in the local disco lounge And all she wants to do is dance, dance To keep the boys from sellin' all the weapons they could scrounge And all she wants to do is dance But that don't keep the boys from makin' a buck or two And all she wants to do is dance, dance They still can sell the army all the drugs that they can do And all she wants to do is-- All she wants to do is dance and make romance Well, we barely made the airport for the last plane out As we taxied down the runway I could hear the people shout They said, "Don't come back here Yankee!" But if I ever do-- I'll bring more money 'Cause all she wants to do is dance and make romance Never mind the heat comin' off the street She wants to party She wants to get down All she wants to do is-- All she wants to do is dance All she wants to do is dance and make romance All she wants to do is dance |
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