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Walking in the pouring rain
Walking with Jesus and Jane
Jane was in her turtle neck
I was much happier then
If I were to ask you
what would you do with yourself?
If I were to tell you
Would you just talk to yourself?
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
I'm not asking to be understood
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
I'm just looking for a brand new friend
Walking in the pouring rain
Walking with Jesus and Jane
Jane was in her turtle neck
I was much happier then
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
You could do anything you wanted to
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
Not just something that I can hold down
Because it's all downhill, now
So, let me count the times that we swore and lied
That we'd tie ourselves to the railway line
Let me count the times when of course we lied
Well we knew no better, it was no crime
Let me count the times
I, well, I don't know when I'll be content
But I do know I need a brand new friend.
Ugly children with poor complexions and greasy hair
Receive no concessions
And it's a heartless world
And its' a thoughtless heartless world
Oh James
Oh you're a terrible child
Hide yourself away
From furnished accomodation with a view and window seat
You swear she really is the best thing that you have ever seen
But your heart is in the wrong place
Cover your face and despair yourself away
Oh you're impossible, James
Hide yourself away
And it's a sin to be a saint
And you're impossible, James
And it's impossible to accept
That she's impossible
And as a consequence you lock yourself away
And it's a crime to be alive and be alone
And be content to be
Oh James
Oh you're a terrible child
Hide yourself away
And in the morning when you wake
Nothing will have changed
Jesse honey, is it hard to take
Does it feel so bad to be 28
You were 23 and you could do anything
Now, you open your mouth
and spit the gutter out
I was walking down by the River Thames
I decided that I should throw me in
Because you broke my heart
And you made me weep
In the name of your sensitivity
Still, once you were an angel
Did nobody tell you?
Jesse honey, oh you look so pale and old
and so very ill at ease, these days
So you tell yourself that you'll never win
And you drown your sins in amphetamine
Do you weary so of that bitter taste
So you spit it in my face
Just to keep you entertained
Well, I can only love you
I have no option but to
Is it hard to take, is it?
Is it hard to swallow, is it?
Is it hard to take from Grace?
Once you were an angel
Did nobody tell you?
Jesse honey, is it hard to take
Does it feel so bad to be 28
You were 23 and you could do anything
Now, you open your mouth
and you spit the gutter out
Out in the summer rain
You will begin again
Out in the summer rain
We will begin again
Julie said we're drinking far too much coffee
wine and cigarettes and we'll never get no sleep
I first met them at a riverboat party
both of them were speeding I would say
I lived on the edge of all this indulgence
taking notes and trusting in prudence
Julie said to Jim why don't we jump in
while the water is cool and we are still friends
Some say that they o.d.'d on Leonard Cohen
Well, I can see that river whenever I think about them
The river is cruel and the water is deep and blue
I was working then on my great unfinished novel
Please let me introduce myself my name is Ronald
I was okay there until I lost my cool
Now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew
It wasn't my style to find surf in my eye
It was much more my style to find sand in my eye
Though there is absolutely no truth to be discovered
Albeit true that there is nothing to be found
We academics are not easily discouraged
Lord, you know wits they come three to the pound
Julie said to Jim look at the state we're in
It was never her intention to conclude anything
It wasn't my style to find surf in my eye
It was much more my style to find sand in my eye
It was just not my style to find surf in my eye
It was much more my style to get sand kicked in my eye
Sand in my eye...
Should you awake, dear, from your beauty sleep
To find your room swimming in blue and green
Should you awake to feel like you never slept
And feel so very old
Well, don't you feel alone
I'm kind of blue
Blue for you again
I guess I'm a fool
At least I'm not innocent
But what to do?
Whatever I touch turns blue
And should you find yourself lost
But in no need of sympathy
Calm down to the beach and watch the waves come in
I dream the ocean was in my house
I feel the surf against my skin
I just can't keep the waves from dragging me down
But when you say ooh
Baby, you're my best friend
Then I lose
I lose my common sense
I'm blue
I'm kind of blue
It's the truth
Should you awake, dear, from your beauty sleep
To find your room swimming in blue and green
Should you awake to feel like you never slept
And feel so very old
Well, don't you feel alone
I'm kind of blue
Blue for you again
I guess I'm a fool
At least I'm not innocent
I may be blue
But don't you let me make you blue too.
I was looking for a rhyme for the New York Times
when I sensed I was not alone
She said "do you know how to spell audaciously?"
I could tell I was in love
And so I forced a smile contrary to my style
and she looked into my eyes
She said "do you want to go heaven
or would you rather not be saved?"
Here comes my train
I'm on my way
Will you not see
I don't need your sympathy
I won't read your poetry
Oh, Sweetness please
So she took me back to her basement flat
which was down on Charlotte Street
Though it was never my intention
No, we were not intense not least because
"Well, if you must just take then I'm a piece of cake"
That is what she said to me
And so I gave myself to her charity
Well, at least that's how it seemed
Here comes my train
I'm on my way
Will you not see
I don't need your sympathy
I won't read your poetry
Oh, bittersweets
I was looking for a rhyme for the New York Times when I was distracted
Yes, those were precious times together that we wasted
Now I'm working hard for my union card
I must be leaving Charlotte Street
Though it was never my intention to stay so long
So long
Ugly children with poor complexions and greasy hair
Receive no concessions
And it's a heartless world
And its' a thoughtless heartless world
Oh James
Oh you're a terrible child
Hide yourself away
From furnished accomodation with a view and window seat
You swear she really is the best thing that you have ever seen
But your heart is in the wrong place
Cover your face and despair yourself away
Oh you're impossible, James
Hide yourself away
And it's a sin to be a saint
And you're impossible, James
And it's impossible to accept
That she's impossible
And as a consequence you lock yourself away
And it's a crime to be alive and be alone
And be content to be
Oh James
Oh you're a terrible child
Hide yourself away
And in the morning when you wake
Nothing will have changed
Walking in the pouring rain
Walking with Jesus and Jane
Jane was in her turtle neck
I was much happier then
If I were to ask you
what would you do with yourself?
If I were to tell you
Would you just talk to yourself?
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
I'm not asking to be understood
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
I'm just looking for a brand new friend
Walking in the pouring rain
Walking with Jesus and Jane
Jane was in her turtle neck
I was much happier then
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
You could do anything you wanted to
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
Not just something that I can hold down
Because it's all downhill, now
So, let me count the times that we swore and lied
That we'd tie ourselves to the railway line
Let me count the times when of course we lied
Well we knew no better, it was no crime
Let me count the times
I, well, I don't know when I'll be content
But I do know I need a brand new friend.
She left you 1958
when the thought of another fifteen years
was more than she could face
But did you miss her much well hey
you never gave her too much thought
in your newspaper grey
So waste away to Morro Bay
You never got around to yesterday
But money is for taking yes and
Rich is what to be forsaken grey
And giving it away
And even jesus has a price
You're making credit card donations
to television faith healers
Born again missionaries come to Morro Bay
They saved your body but your mind hey
And everything you earned you're going to throw it all away
And waste away tomorrow
C.A. is where everybody falls
Down off the wagon under the wheels
Remember 1970?
when the thought of a day without a drink
was more than you could face
But did you miss her much well hey
you never gave her too much thought
in your newspaper grey
So waste away to Morro Bay
You never got around to yesterday
But money is for taking yes and
Rich is what to be forsaken grey
And giving it away
You're going to hurt somebody it you can
You're going to make somebody understand
Baby you're a rich man
It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
and double pneumonia in a single room
and the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
are you laughing at me now may I please laugh along with you?
This morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep
with ashtray clothes and miss lonleyhearts' pen
with which I wrote for you a love song in tatoo upon my palm
'twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand
You see I, I wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it
Drop me and I'll fall to pieces
Too easily
I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain
and my aim was taboo, you
could we meet in the market place
did I ever hey please, did you wound my knees?
You see I, I wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it
Drop me and I'll fall to pieces
Yes it's too easy
There's nobody else to blame
Will I hang my head in a crying shame
There's nobody else to blame
Nobody else except my sweet self again
It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
twenty four gone years to conclude in tears
that the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
are you laughing at me now may I please laugh along with you?
I was cleaning out the ashtrays
I was easily impressed
Understanding Matthew’s cigarettes
Eating all the garbage, all the pills
And all the glamour of it all
Swallowed it all
Matthew’s in the garden
Sowing seeds of discontent
And he’s working for that magazine again
I’m out in the world
Just trying to meet my payments girl
And this is not 1957
So why do you want to walk like that?
You keep your hands out of my pockets
And keep your head out of my hat
Out of my hat
So you’re pissed again on mystique
I suppose you’ll never learn
You’re looking old
My little angry young man
Do you see that I’m not selling anything
What you need, least of all
What you’re looking for
I believe in Joycey
You’re still trying to dig up Jack
You with your razor in your pocket
Well, what do you plan to do with that
You with your morbid fascinations
Get your head out of my hat
Out of my hat
I believe in Joycey, Borsalino, baby
You’re still trying to dig up Jack
You with your razor in your pocket
Well, what do you plan to do with that
You with your morbid fascinations
Get your head out of my hat
No this is not 1957
So why do you want to walk like that?
You with your morbid fascinations
You keep your head out of my hat
Out of my hat
Somebody somewhere must pay
Not you, you just walk away
To the foot of her stairs
She at the top with her head in the clouds
Was she easily led?
well, can you tell me that you were not
You, unwashed and undressed
She with her head full of your cigarettes
She is oh such a pretty one
Wrapped up in needlecord and coincidence
And you don't know what to want
'Til it's gone, gone, gone
Pretty gone
Somebody somewhere must pay
Somebody else will confess all your sins
You'll be saved then you'll step on that face
She will laugh, she will kiss she and tell
She is gone, she is pretty gone
She's under your thumb
Oh you little man
And you don't know what you want
'Til she's gone, gone, gone
Pretty dress
Full of nothingness
To confess, she is nothing less
She was half way to holiness
when you said
Won't you put on your dress
and come down to Magazine Avenue
Won't you put on your dress and come down?
Johnny stumbles Johnny falls
under slogans
off the wall
he sees where's the sense
he says call me mister Malcontent
A waste of space and alcohol
drinking rain and eating soil
and slogans off the wall
cannot express himself at all
Cut off my nose despite my face
And I will not more longer wait
Or should I laugh or should I cry
Or should I part my hair behind?
Or should I laugh or should I cry
As I become all I despise?
Walking in the pouring rain
Walking with Jesus and Jane
Jane was in her turtle neck
I was much happier then
If I were to ask you
what would you do with yourself?
If I were to tell you
Would you just talk to yourself?
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
I'm not asking to be understood
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
I'm just looking for a brand new friend
Walking in the pouring rain
Walking with Jesus and Jane
Jane was in her turtle neck
I was much happier then
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
You could do anything you wanted to
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
Not just something that I can hold down
Because it's all downhill, now
So, let me count the times that we swore and lied
That we'd tie ourselves to the railway line
Let me count the times when of course we lied
Well we knew no better, it was no crime
Let me count the times
I, well, I don't know when I'll be content
But I do know I need a brand new friend.
Walking in the pouring rain
Walking with Jesus and Jane
Jane was in her turtle neck
I was much happier then
If I were to ask you
what would you do with yourself?
If I were to tell you
Would you just talk to yourself?
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
I'm not asking to be understood
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
I'm just looking for a brand new friend
Walking in the pouring rain
Walking with Jesus and Jane
Jane was in her turtle neck
I was much happier then
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
You could do anything you wanted to
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
Not just something that I can hold down
Because it's all downhill, now
So, let me count the times that we swore and lied
That we'd tie ourselves to the railway line
Let me count the times when of course we lied
Well we knew no better, it was no crime
Let me count the times
I, well, I don't know when I'll be content
But I do know I need a brand new friend.
Should you awake, dear, from your beauty sleep
To find your room swimming in blue and green
Should you awake to feel like you never slept
And feel so very old
Well, don't you feel alone
I'm kind of blue
Blue for you again
I guess I'm a fool
At least I'm not innocent
But what to do?
Whatever I touch turns blue
And should you find yourself lost
But in no need of sympathy
Calm down to the beach and watch the waves come in
I dream the ocean was in my house
I feel the surf against my skin
I just can't keep the waves from dragging me down
But when you say ooh
Baby, you're my best friend
Then I lose
I lose my common sense
I'm blue
I'm kind of blue
It's the truth
Should you awake, dear, from your beauty sleep
To find your room swimming in blue and green
Should you awake to feel like you never slept
And feel so very old
Well, don't you feel alone
I'm kind of blue
Blue for you again
I guess I'm a fool
At least I'm not innocent
I may be blue
But don't you let me make you blue too.
I've been bought and sold and
I've been hung upside down
So you can hear me breathing
Do you think it's easy?
I've been aching all through summer
I've been aching, just to fall
Cut me down
I've been Billy Name and
Filled my pockets with sand
I've seen everything
I hang upon your pretty frown
I have wasted all my summer
I've been aching, just to fall
Cut me down
All she had too much class to mention
Were the things he never knew
All the things she left unspoken
Were the things he needed so
(I'm not hurting anymore..)
I've been bought and sold and
I've been hung upside down
Can hear me breathing
Do you think it's easy?
I may find it had to follow
I've been aching, just to fall
Cut me down.
Looking like a born again
Living like a heretic
Listening to Arthur Lee records
Making all your friends feel so guilty
about their cynicism
And the rest of their generation
Not even the government are going to stop you now
But are you ready to be heartbroken?
Are you ready to be heartbroken?
Pumped up full of vitamins
On account of all the seriousness
You say you're so happy now
you can hardly stand
Lean over on the bookcase
If you really want to get straight
Read Norman Mailer
Or get a new tailor
Are you ready to be heartbroken?
Are you ready to be heartbroken?
Are you ready to bleed?
What would it take
What would it take to wipe that smile off of your face?
Are you ready to be..
Are you ready to bleed?
Julie said we're drinking far too much coffee
wine and cigarettes and we'll never get no sleep
I first met them at a riverboat party
both of them were speeding I would say
I lived on the edge of all this indulgence
taking notes and trusting in prudence
Julie said to Jim why don't we jump in
while the water is cool and we are still friends
Some say that they o.d.'d on Leonard Cohen
Well, I can see that river whenever I think about them
The river is cruel and the water is deep and blue
I was working then on my great unfinished novel
Please let me introduce myself my name is Ronald
I was okay there until I lost my cool
Now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew
It wasn't my style to find surf in my eye
It was much more my style to find sand in my eye
Though there is absolutely no truth to be discovered
Albeit true that there is nothing to be found
We academics are not easily discouraged
Lord, you know wits they come three to the pound
Julie said to Jim look at the state we're in
It was never her intention to conclude anything
It wasn't my style to find surf in my eye
It was much more my style to find sand in my eye
It was just not my style to find surf in my eye
It was much more my style to get sand kicked in my eye
Sand in my eye...
She crossed herself as she put on her things
She has promised once before not to live this way
If she don't calm down she will burn herself out
Like a forest fire well doesn't that make you smile
If you don't slow down I swear that I'll come round
and mess up your place let's go for a spin
They say we shouldn't even know each other
and that we'll be undone
Don't it make you smile like a forest fire
I believe in love.. I'll believe in anything
That's going to get me what I want and get me off my knees
And then we'll burn your house down
Don't it feel so good?
There's a forest fire every time we get together
We're going to pick you up - put you down
rip you up and spin you round
Just like we said we would
Because we're a forest fire
Believe we be - We'll tear this place down
If we get caught in this wind then we could burn the ocean
If we get caught in this scene we're going to be undone
It's just a simple metaphor it's for a burning love
Don't it make you smile like a forest fire?
Jesse honey, is it hard to take
Does it feel so bad to be 28
You were 23 and you could do anything
Now, you open your mouth
and spit the gutter out
I was walking down by the River Thames
I decided that I should throw me in
Because you broke my heart
And you made me weep
In the name of your sensitivity
Still, once you were an angel
Did nobody tell you?
Jesse honey, oh you look so pale and old
and so very ill at ease, these days
So you tell yourself that you'll never win
And you drown your sins in amphetamine
Do you weary so of that bitter taste
So you spit it in my face
Just to keep you entertained
Well, I can only love you
I have no option but to
Is it hard to take, is it?
Is it hard to swallow, is it?
Is it hard to take from Grace?
Once you were an angel
Did nobody tell you?
Jesse honey, is it hard to take
Does it feel so bad to be 28
You were 23 and you could do anything
Now, you open your mouth
and you spit the gutter out
Out in the summer rain
You will begin again
Out in the summer rain
We will begin again
Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days
She says a girl needs a gun these days
Hey, on account of all the rattlesnakes
She looks like Eva Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
She reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstance
She is less than sure if her heart has come to stay in San Jose
And her neverborn child still haunts her
As she speeds down the freeway
As she tries her luck with the traffic police
out of boredom more than spite
She never finds no trouble she tries too hard
She's obvious despite herself
She looks like Eva Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
She says all she needs is therapy yeh all you need is love is all you need
Jodie never sleeps because there are always needles in the hay
She says that a girl needs a gun these days
Hey, on account of all the rattlesnakes
She looks like Eva Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
As she reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstance
Her heart.. her heart is like crazy paving
Upside down and back to front
She says ”Ooh it's so hard to love
when love was your great disappointment.”
I choose my friends only far too well
I'm up on the pavement they're all down in the cellar
with their government grants and my IQ
They brought me down to size academia blues
Louise is a girl I know her well
She's up on the pavement yes she's a weather girl
And I'm staying up here so I may be undone
She's inappropriate but then she's much more fun and
When she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
She's got perfect skin
Shame on you you've got no sense of grace Shame on me just in case I might
Come to a conclusion other than that which is absolutely necessary
and that's perfect skin
Louise is the girl with the perfect skin
She says turn on the light otherwise it can't be seen
She's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin
And she's sexually enlightened by Cosmopolitan and
When she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
for her perfect skin
Yeah that's perfect skin
She takes me down to the basement to look at her slides
of her family life pretty weird at times
At the age of ten she looked like Greta Garbo and I loved her then
But how was she to know that
When she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
She's got perfect skin
Up eight flights of stairs to a basement flat
Pretty confused huh being shipped around like that?
Seems we climbed so high now we're down so low
Strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one.
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