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   THE DESERT LIFE
      Hangin Around
   AUGUST AND EVERTHING AFTER
      Mr. Jones
   
      A Long December

 THE DESERT LIFE 
 
Hangin Around
 
She sat right down on the sofa
I said, "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you.
Cause last night I had something so good
These days get so long and I got nothing to do"

I been hanginaround this town on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town so long
I been hanginaround this town on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town for way too long

We spend all day getting sober
Just hiding from daylight
Watching TV
We just look a lot better in the blue light
Well, you know I gotta get out
But I'm stuck so tight
Weighed by the chains that keep me...

hanginaround this town on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town too long
I been hanginaround this town on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town for way too long

And this girl listens to the band play
She says "where have you been?
I've been lyin right here on the floor"

Well, I got all this time
To be waiting for what is mine
To be hating what I am
After the light has faded

hanginaround this town on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town so long
I been hanginaround this town on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town for way, way,
way, way, way too long
 
 
 
 AUGUST AND EVERTHING AFTER 
 
Mr. Jones
 
I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Greg is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely

I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that Believe in me because I don't believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we star at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars..
 
 
 
  
 
A Long December
 
A long December and thereís reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I canít remember the last thing you said as you were leaviní
Now the days go by so fast

And itís one more day up in the canyons
And itís one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven... I wish you would

The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that itís all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl

And itís one more day up in the canyons
And itís one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California... I think you should

Drove up to the Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her

And itís been a long December and thereís no reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better that the last
I canít remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass

And itís one more day up in the canyon
And itís one more night in Hollywood
Itís been so long since Iíve seen the ocean... I guess I should
 
 
 
 
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