Lyrics from SHERYL CROW, 1996
Maybe Angels
Six-lane highway running up to my back door
But it won't take me where I want to be
I took the I-95 down to Pensacola
All I found was a bunch of holyrollers
The don't know nothing 'bout saving me
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I swear they're out there,
I swear, I swear they're out there,
I swear, I swear they're out there,
I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels.
Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere.
My bag's all packed in case they ever come for me.
Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies.
Got witnesses to what the goverment denies.
So I'm headed down to Roswell to wait and see.
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Oh what a mystery
Oh, I believe, I believe, I could leave.
My sister, she says she knows Elvis.
She knows Jesus, John Lennon, and Cobain
personally.
Well, but I'm too wise to believe my eyes,
cause all I've seen just terrifies me.
But I believe they're coming back for me.
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A Change
Ten years living in a paperbag.
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat.
He's a platinum canary, drinkin' falstaff beer.
Mercedes rule, and a rented lear.
Bottom feeder, insincere,
prophet lo-fi pioneer.
Sell the house and go to school,
get a young girlfriend, daddy's jewel.
A change would do you good
A change would do you good
God's little gift is on the rag.
Poster girl posing in a fashion mag.
Canine, feline, Jekyll and Hyde.
Wear your fake fur on the inside.
Queen of south beach, aging blues.
Dinner's at six, wear your cement shoes.
I thought you were singing your heart out to me,
your lips were syncing and now I see.
A change would do you good
A change would do you good
Chasing dragons with plastic swords.
Jack off Jimmy, everybody wants more.
Scully and angel on the kitchen floor.
And I'm calling Buddy on the ouija board.
I've been thinking 'bout catching a train,
leave my phone machine by the radar range.
Hello it's me, I'm not at home,
if you'd like to reach me, leave me alone.
A change would do you good
A change would do you good
Hello, it's me, I'm not at home,
if you'd like to reach me, leave me alone.
A change would do you good
A change would do you good
Home
I woke up this morning,
now I understand,
what it means to give your life,
to just one man.
Afraid of feeling nothing.
No bees or butterflies.
My head is full of voices,
and my house is full of lies.
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This is home, home
And this is home, home
This is home
I found your standing there,
when I was seventeen.
Now I'm thrity-two,
and I can't remember what I'd seen in you.
I made a promise.
Said it everyday.
Now I'm reading romance novels,
and I'm dreaming of yesterday.
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I'd like to see the Riviera.
And slowdance underneath the stars.
I'd like to watch the sun come up,
in a stranger's arms.
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I'm going crazy,
a little everyday.
And everything I wanted,
is now driving me away.
I woke this morning,
to the sound of breaking hearts.
Mine is full of questions,
and it's tearing yours apart,
tearing yours apart.
And it's tearing yours apart,
tearing yours apart.
And it's tearing us apart.
Sweet Rosalyn
Slappin' leather was devised,
during a wild streak in her life.
She has a cheap apartment,
up on Royal Street.
She brought home just enough,
to keep her on her feet.
She don't believe in anything.
But it you ask her, she'll say,
there's plenty of things to believe in.
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Sweet Rosalyn
Sometimes you gotta give in
Sweet Rosalyn
Sometimes you gotta give in
Sometimes you gotta be loved
She got a number off the bathroom wall.
She was looking for a good time,
so she made the call.
Got a strangely calm voice on the other line.
Sneaky little priest trying to reach out to the swine.
He said, "Hello my name is Father Tim.
Seems to me your zeal for this life,
has been wearing a little thin".
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Well, maybe we all could use a little grace.
To know when to run and when to,
stay in one place
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If It Makes You Happy
I've been long, a long way from here.
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
and drank til I was thirsty again.
We went searching, through thrift store jungles.
Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo,
and Benny Goodman's corset and pen.
Well, o.k. I made this up.
I promised you I'd never give up.
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If it makes you happy,
it can't be that bad.
If it makes you happy,
then why the hell are you so sad?
You get down, real low down.
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train.
Well who hasn't been there before?
I come round, around the hard way.
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the
bread.
And serve you french toast again.
Well, o.k. I still get stoned.
I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home.
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We've been far, far away from here.
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
and everywhere in between.
Well, o.k., we get along.
So what if right now everything's wrong?
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Redemption Day
I've wept for those who suffer long.
But how I weep for those who've gone.
Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong.
But keep on killing.
It's in the soul to feel such things.
But weak to watch without speaking.
Oh what mercy sadness brings.
If God be willing.
There is a train that's heading straight,
to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate.
And on the way, child and man,
and woman wait, watch and wait.
For redemption day.
Fire rages in the streets,
and swallows everything it meets.
It's just an image often seen,
on television.
Come leaders, come you men of great.
Let us hear you pontificate.
Your many virtues laid to waste.
And we aren't listening.
What do you have for us today?
Throw us a bone but save the plate.
On why we waited til so late.
Was there no oil to excavate?
No riches in trade for the fate,
of every person who died in hate.
Throw us a bone, you men of great.
There is a train that's heading straight,
to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate.
And on the way, child and man,
and woman wait, watch and wait.
For redemption day.
It's buried in the countryside.
It's exploding in the shells at night.
It's everywhere a baby cries.
Freedom...Freedom...Freedom,
Freedom...Freedom.
Hard To Make A Stand
Old James Dean Monroe,
hands out flowers at the Shop-N-Go.
Hopes for money but all he gets is fear.
And the wind blows up his coat.
And this he scribbles on a perfume note,
"If I'm not here, then you're not here".
And he says, "Call me Miscreation,
I'm a walking celebration".
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And it's hard to make a stand.
Hard to make a stand.
Hard to make a stand.
Hard to make a stand.
My friend, o lawdy,
went to take care of her own body,
and she got shot down in the road.
She looked up before she went,
said, "This isn't really what I meant".
And the daily news said, "Two with one stone".
And I say, "Hey there, Miscreation,
bring a flower, time is wasting".
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We got loud guitars and big suspicions,
great big guns and small ambitions,
and we still argue over who is God.
And I say, "Hey there Miscreation,
we all need a revelation".
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Everyday Is A Winding Road
I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man.
He says he's been down this road more than twice.
He was high on intellectualism.
I've never been there but the brochure looks nice.
Jump in, let's go.
Lay back, enjoy the show.
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low,
these are the days when anything goes.
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Everyday is a winding road,
I get a little bit closer.
Everyday is a faded sign,
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine.
He's got a daughter he calls Easter.
She was born on a Tuesday night.
I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone,
why I'm a stranger in my own life.
Jump in, let's go.
Lay back, enjoy the show.
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low,
these are the days when anything goes.
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I've been living in a sea of anarchy.
I've been living on coffee and nicotine.
I've been wondering if all the things I've seen,
were ever real, were ever really happening.
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Love Is A Good Thing
Watch out sister, watch out brother,
watch our children while they kill each other,
with a gun they bought at Walmart discount stores.
Welcome to the hallway, metal detectors just been
installed.
Hey isn't cops and robbers gettin' to be a big bore.
Mary, Mary quite contrary, close the door now,
It's much too scary.
And your might see something you wish you hadn't
seen.
Out of sight, out of time, out of patience,
And I'm out of my mind.
Governor, tell me what does it mean.
Dance children, dance to the beat.
Wanna be a hippy cause life is so sweet.
Good morning hate.
Dance children, dance to the beat.
Wanna rock and roll up and down the street.
I've got a message.
Love is a good thing.
Love is a good, love is a good,
Love is a good thing.
Politicians on a mission.
Build them up, bring them down,
for the good of the system.
Well we don't like the way you live your life.
I got one thing I must express,
we try our criminals in the press.
Justice is a fading light.
Mary, Mary quite contrary, close the door now
It's much too scary,
and you might see something you wish you hadn't
seen.
Out of sight, out of time, out of patience,
And I'm out of my mind.
Governor, tell me what does it mean.
Dance children, dance to the beat.
Wanna be a hippy cause life is so sweet.
Good morning hate.
Dance children, dance to the beat.
Wanna rock and roll up and down the street.
I've got a message, oh yeah.
Love is a good thing.
Love is a good, love is a good,
Love is a good thing.
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Oh Marie
Here she comes, she's all dressed up in daises.
Half the time, you'd swear that she is crazy.
Flowered drinks and low-cut dress,
that's the way I know her best.
She says she's lonely, how could she be?
Every night she's got company.
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Oh Marie,
I sure hope you're happy.
Oh Marie,
What about me, Marie?
She likes the way she looks in her Camaro.
She likes lingerie but he prefers the sombrero.
She's so famous on the block,
she stumbles home around four o'clock.
She claims the guys are hard to please,
she wears teen perfume behind her knees.
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All day long she fills me up with dogma.
She's all magazines and benzedrine and vodka.
There was one man she truly loved,
he took everything but her bear-skin rug.
And now and then it's clear to me,
that need is love, and love is need.
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Always an open door.
What are you looking for?
Superstar
Let's all go downtown.
I got friends doing nothing but hanging around...well,
I feel like there's something I could be missing.
You know you look alright.
You got cheap shoes, a Malibu, and big public fights.
Well, there's no one else I would rather be kissing.
Baby when you start to bleed, you look so sweet.
Everybody's watching you, cause everybody wants to
be,
Little superstar, well baby that's what you are
Little superstar, oh honey that's what you are
I got a backstage line.
I call you up, been watching you for quite some time.
I beat around the streets like,
Bandini looking for Camilla.
I'll be satin and speed.
If you and I are still alive,
we'll get off these streets.
Well, there was a time I would have,
hung around just to be seen.
Hey man, it's a shame when you start to fade.
Diamond rings and sparkily things.
Won't make your shine stay.
My little superstar, oh baby that's what you are.
My little superstar, oh honey you break my heart.
My little superstar, oh honey you know you are.
My little superstar, oh honey you break my heart, yeah.
Hey man, it's a shame when you fade away.
Diamond rings and sparkily things.
Won't make your shine stay.
Oh, won't make your light blaze.
My little superstar, oh baby that's what you are.
My little superstar, oh honey you break my heart.
My little superstar, baby that's what you are.
My little superstar, oh honey you break my heart.
My little superstar, oh honey you break my heart.
My little superstar, oh honey you break my heart.
Oh...superstar.
The Book
I read your book,
and I find it strange.
That I know that girl and I know her world,
a little too well.
And I didn't know,
by giving my hand,
that I would be written down, sliced around,
passed down,
among strangers hands.
Three days in Rome.
Where do we go?
I'll always remember,
three days in Rome.
Never again,
would I see your face.
You carry a pen and a paper,
and no time and words you waste.
You're a voyeur,
the worst kind of thief.
To take what happened to us,
to write down everything that went on,
between you and me.
Three days in Rome.
And I stand alone.
I'll always remember.
Three days in Rome.
And what do I get? Do I get revenge? While you lay it all out, without any doubt, of how this would end. Sometimes it goes, sometimes we come, to learn by mistake that the love you once made, can't be undone.
Three days in Rome.
I laid my heart out,
I laid my soul down.
I'll always remember,
Three days in Rome.
Ordinary Morning
I left a man,
asleep in the nude.
Name in my pocket,
with lipstick and rouge.
Everything I ever wanted,
what a lovely pie you baked.
Is anybody listening?
Why the painted bird never flies away.
It's just an ordinary morning.
It's just an ordinary day.
And I'm just an ordinary woman,
slipping away
The walls have been talking,
about me again.
I'm good for a joke, but when I awoke,
the dream didn't end.
Now everytime I turn around,
I'm only sleeping, John, is anybody out there?
And the wounded birds still sing.
It's just an ordinary morning.
It's just an ordinary day.
And I'm just an ordinary woman,
slipping away.