Текст песни Rickie Lee Jones - Traces of the western slopes
Rickie Lee Jones - Traces of the western slopes слова песни
We go down roundThe far side of the tracksLolitas playing dominoes and pokerBehind their daddy`s shacksVacant-eyes, glue-face boysOn a pearl splashing glassIf they give us any flackIf they come up on our assWe`ll just give `em the go-byThe Cadillac passTake me nowFrom the blue and pale room I`d followThrough the faces and the traces ofTreasure I keep hearing inside meMadmen throw their voicesFrom pretty boysAnd from the best onesYou pick up connectionsAs they hand you your directionsTo the Western SlopeI lied to my angel so I could take you downtownI`d lie to anybody there was nobody else aroundAnd I know what people say about meBut I lied to my angel and now he can`t find meI`m sorryI saw himI saw himLaughingI could hear themLaughingAliveI could hear themE. A. PoeAnd Johnny JohnsonIf you dial inThey`re calling from the Western SlopeWho`s the thin thread of lightThat keeps you strangled in the sceneryThat follows my voice --- can you se me?Then follow my voiceWho raised this banner?That no one hears --- The JackBeneath the axisDigging under the currentSomeone`s trying to get backBut who`s qualified to retrieveThe soul`s enduring song?From the grottos of her eyesAnd the clashing starsE. A. PoeAnd Johnny JohnsonIf you dial inThey`re calling from the Western SlopeWho`s the thin thread of lightThat keeps you strangled in the sceneryThat follows my voice --- can you se me?Then follow my voice --- see me?