One Red Wine Glass CD 1 : Lyrics

I've got a little piece of paper with your name written on it
I've got a head full of attitude and nowhere to put it
Tell me, why don't you come down to Ruemorgue Avenue
Why don't you come down
Soil your pretty feet on the dirty ground of Ruemorgue Avenue

Well there's a chapel on the corner where I'm doing my crying
There's a limit to my patience, what do you say, Fay, let's get married
down on Ruemorgue Avenue

They say the world keeps on turning, and everything remains the same
Well my heart's burning and I say everything must change
Why don't you come down to Ruemorgue Avenue
Why don't you come down
Soil your pretty feet on the dirty ground of Ruemorgue Avenue

Rita Mae, tell your sister she's unkind
Tell your sister, well, I don't mind
Tell your sister, she's got mine

I got a four letter word, starts with the letter L
Can't bring myself to say it because it's making my life hell
Why don't you come down to rue morgue avenue
Because I've been drinking all night and all day
Just trying to picture your sweet face
Down on Ruemorgue Avenue

Rita Mae, tell your sister she's unkind
Tell your sister, well, I don't mind
Tell your sister, she knows where, where I lie
Down on Ruemorgue Avenue

I used to be content to frown
I'm anything for money now
I'd rather be a mannish kind of girl

I used to get drunk on Spanish wine
Well, now I'm drunk most all the time
I guess I've been too grateful for too long

So I sit around and wait
And watch the grass grow green
And count the cost
Of being lost, alone, misunderstood
So I'll wait
Hey, hey

I had a girl on London town
She picked me up and she spun me round
I guess she was a mannish kind of girl

I went away and I still don't know why
Six feet under is where my bloody heart lies
I'm just afraid I cant forget her, now

So I sit around and wait
And watch the grass grow green
And count the cost
Of being lost, alone, misunderstood
So I'll wait
Hey, hey

I used to be too big to crawl
Now I don't give a damn at all
I'd rather be a mannish kind of girl

I used to get drunk on Spanish wine
Well, now I'm drunk most all the time
I'm just afraid I cant forget her, now

So I sit around and wait
And watch the grass grow green
And count the cost
Of being lost, alone, misunderstood
So I'll wait
Hey, hey

I was cleaning out the ashtrays
I was easily impressed
Undrestanding Matthew's cigarettes
I was eating all his glamour
His pills and his garbage
You might say that I swallowed it all

Matt's out in the garden
Sowing seeds of discontent
And he's working for that magazine again
Me, I'm out in the world
Tring to meet my payments girl
He's back in the closet where it's '57

When you call my name
It's the witching hour, I know

Now I'm walking down 4th street
You pass me by, you don't even speak
And your look’s just like a spit in the eye
Well sister, I'm out in the world
Yes, I meet my payments girl
You're back in the closet where it's '57

When you call my name
It's the witching hour, I know

You're standing out in the corridor
Of the worst hotel that you've ever dreamed
A frayed linoleum paradise
Where you walk on cash and you calloused heels and

Oh, to count the cost of no returning
No, when innocence is lost
You just keep turning wild
My wild orphan child
My orphan child
My orphan wild in the wilderness

And you look a little like Jodie Foster
12 years old but your eyes are 35
And that's no joking matter
You've got no body hair and nobody cares

But no, you know it all
I can't deny it
Cute, with razor blade in pocket
Well, I don't buy it
And so when I see you smile
It only makes me want to cry

My wild orphan child
My orphan wild in the world

I saw you, babe, at the Mirabelle
Feeding oysters from the half shell
Oh, but you're such a busy girl
You say
I know where the real money is found
Inside of a hopelesness and yearning
Yes, and cold is what to be
To touch the burning flame I see

When you're nothing to no one
And you're less to your kin
And you're looking for someone
Who won't cling to anything

So you're stuck in some motel
With the sound of her sleeping
Don't you feel kind of old now
Well, ain't that a funny thing

I used to wake up early
I used to try to believe
But life seems neverending
When you're young

So you're back on the highway
And there's wind in her hair
And you know that it's no time for thinking
About somebody up there

Beause you'll turn her to drinking
And you'll lead her to hell
With her bible beside her
She surely looks like an angel

I used to wake up early
I used to try to believe
But faith is never easy
When you're young

I used to wake up early
Now it's hard, hard enough to sleep
But life seems neverending
When you're young

You want to leave me, baby, be my guest
All I'm going to do is cry
And then I'm gonna find me someone else
And tear the stars out of the sky

Looking for something when there's nothing there to be found
Make it easy on yourself
Go out and find your body someone else
Or tear the stars out of the sky

Baby you're too well read
Baby you're too well spoken
Baby you're too pristine
When I cry, do you feel anything?
Baby you're too well read

You want to leave me, baby, be my guest
All I'm going to do is cry
And then I'm gonna find me someone else
And tear the stars out of the sky

Baby you're too well read
Baby you're too well spoken
Baby you're far too clean
When I cry, do you feel anything?
Baby you're too well read

You don't need me anymore
You don't need me anymore
They say storms are rife for summertime
Well baby, I'm long gone
What are you going toa do when you open your eyes
It's a brand new day and baby
No blue skies ?

Baby you're too well read
Baby you're too well spoken
Baby you're far too clean
When I cry, do you feel anything?
Baby you're too well read

Blame Mary Jane
I'm drinking cheap bar rain
She's getting prettier by the shot
She says I should care more
For the rich and the poor
But I can't find the energy
Blame Mary Jane

I'm going to close my eyes to the morning papers
Shut my ears to the news
I'm going to lose my soul in the lonesome afternoons

Speak plain, Mary Jane
Could you give your hand
To a man who never gave a damn?
I swear I'd rather sleep than think
And nothing more than drink
And all I want is to blame Mary Jane

I'm going to close my eyes to the morning papers
Shut my ears to the news
I'm going to lose my soul in the long lonesome afternoons

And maybe I won't be your whipping boy
I won't be your whipping boy

Shame, baby shame
Oh shame, sweet Mary Jane
I truly do love you
She said
I should care more for that body of yours
If you carry the weight of the world

I'm going to close my eyes to the morning papers
Shut my ears to the news
I'm going to lose my soul in the long lonesome afternoons

And maybe I will be your whipping boy
Maybe I will

It’s always raining in St Petersburg
This damp will be the death of me
I left my raincoat with my Romany
Gypsy cards say that

There isn’t any justice in this world
As far as I have seen
No more or less than we deserve
Hell, I’ve no desire to be free

We’re always steaming in the singles bars
Bells are ringing ain’t it great to be alive?
And watch me turning prematurely grey
Oh, the money’s killing me

But there’s a reason for this drinking
You see the poison tastes so sweet
And it beats the hell out of thinking
All good christians agree

I’ve been walking circles
Foot nailed to the floor
Everyone’s complaining
I just lock my doors
I do believe I’ve seen it all

It’s always raining when you’re drying out
This damp will be the death of me
And everybody loves you when you’re down and out
Oh, the money’s killing me

There isn’t any justice in this world
That’s more or less than we deserve
I’ve no desire to be free

I’ll be whistling Dixie
Rocks tied to my feet
Everyone’s compaining
Noone’s losing sleep
This town will be the death of me

Pretty boys and pretty girls
Everyone a saint
Everyone’s complaining
Noone’s losing sleep
This town will be the death of me

When I first saw Shelly
I swear I almost cried
I felt as though we'd been together
For all of our lives

Shouldering my worst afflictions
And reminiscing times we never had

She said that she remembered me
From some strange dream she'd had
She cut me to the quick
And I just fell about and laughed

I said
When I hold you, Shelly
I just pray that you and me
Will never end

And I do, you know
l love you, you know
Shelly, I do

When I first saw you, Shelly
I swear I almost cried
I felt as though we'd been together
For all of our lives

And I do, you know
l love you, you know
Shelly, I do

When I hold you, Shelly
I just pray that you and me
Will never end

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Strange to see you babe, ain't nothing down here free
Did you lose your ticket? hope you weren't looking for me
I'm still wearing the scars I got from being your fool
You messed me up pretty good babe I didn't mean to ruin you

I remember when I first saw you babe you were looking pretty good
You said you were looking for love, well then why didn't you?
You just sat there taking everything you could get
Never thought one day you might have to pay for it

Did you ever dream baby one day you might fall
And feel your back against the wall?
Did you ever dream baby one day you might crawl
did you ever dream?

Now when you're putting on your face I guess that you feel kind of low
Knowing that you past your best and you've got nothing to show
Well, baby, you know just as well as I some fool is going to fall your way
Only this time around you might have to pay for it

Did you ever dream baby one day you might fall
And feel your back against the wall?
Did you ever dream baby one day you might crawl?

Did you ever dream, baby?
When you had no need, baby
Did you ever dream
That you might have to
Pay for it?

If every lover that you'd ever known
Could turn around would you take one?
Or would you really rather be alone
And fool around if and when you might please

Well, I don't know babe if you ever have been told
But you're a tough one to play for
I tried to be what you were looking for
Now I'm not sure if you ever really knew

You know the world won't wait, babe, you're crying too late
And you're drinking on borrowed time
And the last thing you need is me and my weeping wine

You sit around sticking pins in dolls
What's there to fall down and die for?
You're looking fine baby it's well known
Why does your story have to be so short?

Well, pretty soon babe you're gonna show your age
Because you're drinking on borrowed time
And then the last thing you need is me and my weeping wine

You know the world won't wait, babe you're crying too late
You're drinking on borrowed time
And the last thing you need is me and my weeping wine

I didn't mean to get you mad at me, Misty
Swear I'd never try and turn your brown eyes blue
It's just that having got a taste for this whiskey
Maybe I've been missing someone like you

Maybe I've been tired
Maybe I've been lonely
I've been lonely and blue
Maybe I've been missing someone like you

But I was only trying to be your friend
Don't get weird on me, babe
Swear I'd never try to mix things up again
Don't get weird on me, babe

Billy says that you're wearing his ring, now
He says he took away the sadness from your smile
Guess I tried, hell, if I'd only known how
I guess I'll learn when you're walking down that aisle

Yes, and I'll be sad and I'll be lonely
I'll be lonely and blue
Yes and I'll be missing someone like you

But I was only trying to be your friend
Don't get weird on me, babe
Swear I'd never try to mix things up again
Don't get weird on me, babe

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She said she didn't understand him so she guessed he was deep
He swore he'd never been to college and was too tall to be
So as she led him to the slaughter thinking she'd be laughing last
Now the lady in the question is his better half

She's got to be the stupidest girl I've ever seen
She don't care who, why, or where I've been
She's got a right to be, with all that's wrong with me
But she doesn't want to understand
That she's a girl and I'm a man

He thought that women and drink would make a man out of him
But the extent of his studies left a jaded man
So as she led him to the altar he was easily led
And when they asked him if he did, well then, this is what he said

She's got to be the stupidest girl I've ever seen
She don't care who, why, or where I've been
She's got a right to be, with all that's wrong with me
But she doesn't want to understand
That she's a girl and I'm a man

Every time she's near me
She gives me a new reason to be alive
To try to get right
She looks right through me
She says you're not cool, you're just like me
You're a stupid man
Get over here, hold my stupid hand
She's all right...