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 there’s reason to believe Maybe this year will be better than the last I can’t remember the last thing you said as you were leavin’ Now the days go by so fast And it’s one more day up in the canyons And it’s 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 it’s 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 it’s one more day up in the canyons And it’s 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 it’s been a long December and there’s no reason to believe Maybe this year will be better that the last I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell myself To hold on to these moments as they pass And it’s one more day up in the canyon And it’s one more night in Hollywood It’s been so long since I’ve seen the ocean... I guess I should

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