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Return of the Grievous Angel
Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor
And I'll show you how it all went down
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town
Oh, and I remember something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
`Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
Across those prairies with the waves of grain
And I saw my devil,
and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from
Cheyenne to Tennessee
We flew straight across that river bridge,
last night a half past two
The switchman wave his lantern goodbye
and so long as we went rolling through
Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel
And now I know just what I have to do
And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
He wants to take my money for something
that I've never been shown
How Much I've Lied
Darling, there is something I must tell you, you must know.
But it's so hard to say the words I feel.
This fancy that I'm on has been going on too long.
It's time we stopped pretending things are real.
'Cause I've been living deep in sin. I've been living blind.
And I don't know just what's right or wrong.
To take a chance on losing you was such a silly thing to do.
The chance I might wake up and find you gone.
Blue, so blue, my love is burning blue.
Any brighter flame would be a lie.
Blue, so blue, my love still burns for you,
But I know that I'll only make you cry.
A thief can only steal from you. He cannot break your heart.
He'll never touch the precious things inside.
So one like you should surely be miles and miles away from me,
Then you'd never care how much I've lied.
So try to understand the pain. It takes so long when I explain.
Please, don't you forget how much I've lied.
In My Hour Of Darkness
In my hour of darkness
In my time of need
Oh, Lord grant me vision
Oh, Lord grant me speed
Once I knew a young man
Went driving through the night
Miles and miles without a word
With just his high-beam lights
Who'd have ever though they'd build such
a deadly Denver bend
To be so strong, to take as long as
it would till the end
In my hour of darkness
In my time of need
Oh, Lord grant me vision
Oh, Lord grant me speed
Another young man safely strummed his
silver string guitar
And he played to people everywhere
Some say he was a star
But he was just a country boy,
his simple songs confess
And the music he had in him,
so very few possess
In my hour of darkness
In my time of need
Oh, Lord grant me vision
Oh, Lord grant me speed
Then there was an old man
Kind and wise with age
And he read me just like a book and he
never missed a page
And I loved him like my father
And I loved him like my friend
And I knew his time would shortly come
but I did not know just when
In my hour of darkness
In my time of need
Oh, Lord grant me vision
Oh, Lord grant me speed
Oh, Lord grant me vision
Oh, Lord grant me speed
Sin City
This old town is filled with sin,
It'll swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn.
Take it home right away,
You've got three years to pay
But Satan is waiting his turn
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
The scientists say
It'll all wash away
But we don't believe any more
Cause we've got our recruits
And our green mohair suits
So please show you ID At the door.
A friend came around.
Tried to clean up this town,
His ideas made some people mad.
But he trusted his crowd,
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
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petak, 21.10.2005.
Going ,Going ,Gone
Jedan od najvećih novosadskih multimedijalnih umetnika Branko Andrić – Andrla, poginuo je u petak 21. oktobra, u saobraćajnoj nesreći u Mađarskoj, na putu ka Beču gde je živeo od 70-ih godina. |
