Betty Lonely lives in a duplex of Stucco
On the north bank of a brackish river
Her ears omit noise from a nearby airstrip
Her mind floats beyond the snapper boats
Betty Lonely, her green eyes are roughly staring
At a point through a sliding glass door
Her heart lives over the drawbridge
Her brain is wet like a throw net
Betty Lonely, she will always think in Spanish
Though I know her Spanish black hair, it will start to fade
She sunk her past out in the surrounding salt flats
Her maidenhood was lost beneath the Spanish moss
Betty Lonely just talks to her grandbaby
Everybody else, she blots them out
But her words stick like a flounder gig
Her dry laugh is like a gaff
Betty Lonely lives in a duplex of Stucco
On the north bank of a brackish river
Her ears omit noise from a nearby airstrip
Square Room lyrics - Cowboy Junkies
Sitting in a square room
My voice is freezing
And the beams that are bouncing off the moon
Are hanging from my window like icicles
Just a tired old alcoholic, waxing bucolic
Shivering and homesick
Staring at a wooden floor
Staring at a wooden floor
Last night I nearly killed myself
Chasing rum with rum
There were crows flying all around my head
And I sure caught and ate me some
Funny how I alienated
Those who I was trying just so, so hard to impress
Now half those fuckers hate me
And I'm just a fool to all the rest
Why do I insist on drinking myself to the grave?
Why do I dream about cozy coffin?
I had all these plans of great things to accomplish
But I end up purely pathetic more than often
Sitting in a square room
My voice is freezing
My voice is freezing
And the beams that are bouncing off the moon
Are hanging from my window like icicles
Just a tired old alcoholic, waxing bucolic
Shivering and homesick
Staring at a wooden floor
Staring at a wooden floor
Last night I nearly killed myself
Chasing rum with rum
There were crows flying all around my head
And I sure caught and ate me some
Funny how I alienated
Those who I was trying just so, so hard to impress
Now half those fuckers hate me
And I'm just a fool to all the rest
Why do I insist on drinking myself to the grave?
Why do I dream about cozy coffin?
I had all these plans of great things to accomplish
But I end up purely pathetic more than often
Sitting in a square room
My voice is freezing
Ladle lyrics - Cowboy Junkies
You file me with the libertines
I fold in line
My monthly dole of magazines
Beaming bistro shines
In my ladle is your plum
And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
Of your cutesy falling crumbs
I saw you at the snazzy din, din
You made me sad that I watched
I must say you truly packed 'em in
Nearly dearly debauched
In my ladle is your plum
And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
Of your cutesy falling crumbs
In my ladle is your plum
And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
Of your cutesy falling crumbs
I fold in line
My monthly dole of magazines
Beaming bistro shines
In my ladle is your plum
And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
Of your cutesy falling crumbs
I saw you at the snazzy din, din
You made me sad that I watched
I must say you truly packed 'em in
Nearly dearly debauched
In my ladle is your plum
And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
Of your cutesy falling crumbs
In my ladle is your plum
And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
Of your cutesy falling crumbs
Supernatural lyrics - Cowboy Junkies
Built a king on compliments
Charisma and advertisements
Still they see him shimmer ephemeral
It ain't supernatural, no
It ain't supernatural
Supernatural, baby
An out of body experience
I flew around the hospital room once
On intravenous Demerol
It was supernatural, no
It was supernatural
Supernatural maybe
Sudden smell, a certain view
Sparks a whoppin' case of the deja vu
Is it inexplicable? It ain't supernatural, no, no
It ain't
Supernatural
Supernatural, baby
Charisma and advertisements
Still they see him shimmer ephemeral
It ain't supernatural, no
It ain't supernatural
Supernatural, baby
An out of body experience
I flew around the hospital room once
On intravenous Demerol
It was supernatural, no
It was supernatural
Supernatural maybe
Sudden smell, a certain view
Sparks a whoppin' case of the deja vu
Is it inexplicable? It ain't supernatural, no, no
It ain't
Supernatural
Supernatural, baby
West Of Rome lyrics - Cowboy Junkies
West of Rome
Just east of the border in a staticy Ramada Inn
Polishing his boots and pummelin' his liver
Steeped in his dark isolation
Just what business does, he have around here
Credentials are wearing out with each little bit of cheer
Yes, it's a bad scene we're convening
Brushin' his teeth and milkin' his ulcer
Preparing to waste another wily mornin'
Strokin' himself and phoning up his sister
He tells her their life would make one whale of a movie
Yes, a childhood full of dry goods and wet neglect
The father they now sponge off of
They have no absorbin' respect
Yes, he's a glad boy to have such a void
Yes, he's a martyr crawling across cobble stones
From his cozy cottages, just west of Rome
Yes, it's a sad state for great sufferin'
Just east of the border in a staticy Ramada Inn
Polishing his boots and pummelin' his liver
Steeped in his dark isolation
Just what business does, he have around here
Credentials are wearing out with each little bit of cheer
Yes, it's a bad scene we're convening
Brushin' his teeth and milkin' his ulcer
Preparing to waste another wily mornin'
Strokin' himself and phoning up his sister
He tells her their life would make one whale of a movie
Yes, a childhood full of dry goods and wet neglect
The father they now sponge off of
They have no absorbin' respect
Yes, he's a glad boy to have such a void
Yes, he's a martyr crawling across cobble stones
From his cozy cottages, just west of Rome
Yes, it's a sad state for great sufferin'
Strange Language lyrics - Cowboy Junkies
Up on the bluff, where I wish I was
Twistin' up the pages of history
My cold feet danglin', my bony arms gesturin'
To summon up little chunk of that history
In the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language
Up on the bluff, where the hardwood's jut
Out toward the gusts of history
My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks
The fractal lines of history
In the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language
In the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language
Up on the bluff, where I wish I was
Twistin' up the pages of history
My cold feet danglin', my bony arms gesturin'
Twistin' up the pages of history
My cold feet danglin', my bony arms gesturin'
To summon up little chunk of that history
In the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language
Up on the bluff, where the hardwood's jut
Out toward the gusts of history
My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks
The fractal lines of history
In the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language
In the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language
Up on the bluff, where I wish I was
Twistin' up the pages of history
My cold feet danglin', my bony arms gesturin'
We Hovered With Short Wings lyrics - Cowboy Junkies
We hovered with short wings
Over the hillock crest
A breath-like ??
Glowing, showing bones
Glowing, showing bones
With much bellowing and rowing
A change of directioning let you out
Deaf and loud
Let you out
A hungry, hungry awful hunter
A breath, his came asunder
(The old dog makes padded cake)
As the aged come for me
As the aged come for me
Over the hillock crest
A breath-like ??
Glowing, showing bones
Glowing, showing bones
With much bellowing and rowing
A change of directioning let you out
Deaf and loud
Let you out
A hungry, hungry awful hunter
A breath, his came asunder
(The old dog makes padded cake)
As the aged come for me
As the aged come for me
When The Bottom Fell Out lyrics - Cowboy Junkies
When the bottom fell out
There wasn't any doubt
I just suddenly found myself free falling
And from such a height
The wind it had a might
And it took all my might to fight the fright
And falling spread eagle
Must of formed an airfoil or some kind of wing
And I gained some equilibrium
And caught myself gliding
And the bottom fell out
I'm sure it's heard and shout
So long it's been good to know ya
And when I finally smashed
Into that burning grass
I will say it's been pretty great going
There wasn't any doubt
I just suddenly found myself free falling
And from such a height
The wind it had a might
And it took all my might to fight the fright
And falling spread eagle
Must of formed an airfoil or some kind of wing
And I gained some equilibrium
And caught myself gliding
And the bottom fell out
I'm sure it's heard and shout
So long it's been good to know ya
And when I finally smashed
Into that burning grass
I will say it's been pretty great going
Renmin Park lyrics - Cowboy Junkies
Meet me on the banks of the Yangtze, Suzie
Beneath the glare of the New-West Yard
We’ll watch the barges cart away the waste of another day
We’ll watch the barges cart away the waste of another day
Meet me in the middle of Renmin Park
Where the stone bridge meets the pond
We’ll watch the ducklings gobbling bread
And the stealth of the approaching swan
We’ll watch the ducklings gobbling bread
And the stealth of the approaching swan
Listen for the song of the propane seller
Bouncing off the walls
His morning cry a promise to you from me
His morning song a blessing on you and me
Meet me on the banks of the Yangtze, Suzie
Beside the gate of the New-West Yard
We’ll watch the darkness leach away into the haze of another day
We’ll watch the darkness leach away into the haze of another day
Beneath the glare of the New-West Yard
We’ll watch the barges cart away the waste of another day
We’ll watch the barges cart away the waste of another day
Meet me in the middle of Renmin Park
Where the stone bridge meets the pond
We’ll watch the ducklings gobbling bread
And the stealth of the approaching swan
We’ll watch the ducklings gobbling bread
And the stealth of the approaching swan
Listen for the song of the propane seller
Bouncing off the walls
His morning cry a promise to you from me
His morning song a blessing on you and me
Meet me on the banks of the Yangtze, Suzie
Beside the gate of the New-West Yard
We’ll watch the darkness leach away into the haze of another day
We’ll watch the darkness leach away into the haze of another day
Sir Francis Bacon At The Net lyrics - Cowboy Junkies
Merciless nature, human and mother walk this land
Each through the arm of the other
Their tithe they count in millions
In a Land that loves its villains
So calculating it parses a man
Between the hand that held the dream
And the sword being held by the hand
Their golden frames hang gleaming
Tangled bones of their crimes bleaching
Their golden frames hang gleaming
Bleaching bones of their crimes tangling
There he stands a mere mist of a thing
Waiting his turn to challenge the King
He counts his time in centuries
He lives on the smallest of mercies
He counts his time in centuries
As the map is unrolled the dagger comes out
And that which was certain will now end in doubt
Thank you Sir Francis Bacon
Another piece of advice not taken
Thank you Sir Francis Bacon
Another piece of advice not taken
Each through the arm of the other
Their tithe they count in millions
In a Land that loves its villains
So calculating it parses a man
Between the hand that held the dream
And the sword being held by the hand
Their golden frames hang gleaming
Tangled bones of their crimes bleaching
Their golden frames hang gleaming
Bleaching bones of their crimes tangling
There he stands a mere mist of a thing
Waiting his turn to challenge the King
He counts his time in centuries
He lives on the smallest of mercies
He counts his time in centuries
As the map is unrolled the dagger comes out
And that which was certain will now end in doubt
Thank you Sir Francis Bacon
Another piece of advice not taken
Thank you Sir Francis Bacon
Another piece of advice not taken
Stranger Here lyrics - Cowboy Junkies
Stranger here
Face down in the river floating by
A backwards sky
Stranger here
Hung by the neck
Jeered by the crowd
Stranger here
Stranger here
And I could tell you about the time
I was looking for a rhyme
communing with the planets above
I am the righteous man
The one you’re looking for
I am a stranger here. I am a stranger here
Stranger here
The legend will be told about the boy
Never hungry, never cold
Stranger here
Smoke in my eyes
Strange taste on my tongue
I am a stranger here
I am a stranger here
And I could tell you about the evening
That I was out drinking
And fell asleep by the side of the well
I am the righteous man
The one you’re looking for
I am a stranger here
I am a stranger here
And I could tell you about the time
I was swinging from the twine
And saw you flirting with that Jack-in-the-crowd
I am the righteous man
The one you’re looking for
I am a stranger here
I am a stranger here
Stranger here
Head on the pillow floating by
Willows sigh
Face down in the river floating by
A backwards sky
Stranger here
Hung by the neck
Jeered by the crowd
Stranger here
Stranger here
And I could tell you about the time
I was looking for a rhyme
communing with the planets above
I am the righteous man
The one you’re looking for
I am a stranger here. I am a stranger here
Stranger here
The legend will be told about the boy
Never hungry, never cold
Stranger here
Smoke in my eyes
Strange taste on my tongue
I am a stranger here
I am a stranger here
And I could tell you about the evening
That I was out drinking
And fell asleep by the side of the well
I am the righteous man
The one you’re looking for
I am a stranger here
I am a stranger here
And I could tell you about the time
I was swinging from the twine
And saw you flirting with that Jack-in-the-crowd
I am the righteous man
The one you’re looking for
I am a stranger here
I am a stranger here
Stranger here
Head on the pillow floating by
Willows sigh
A Few Bags Of Grain lyrics - Cowboy Junkies
After twelve years of feeding
Days spent barely breathing
I’m worth only a few bags of grain
Oh the shame, the shame, the shame
So I’ll take me beating
Never once complaining
Oh the shame, oh the shame, the shame
After sixteen years hard labour
He bumped into a neighbour
Who told him about a world gone insane
He said, “I cannot stress any stronger
But you cannot rest on your honour”
The shame, the shame, the shame
She leaves her there sleeping
Hoping that she’s dreaming
About a life worth more than a few bags of grain
Oh the shame, oh the shame, the shame
But my spirit will live on
My daughter you will not claim
My spirit will live on
My spirit you can not claim
My daughter you will not claim
Can not claim
You can not claim
Days spent barely breathing
I’m worth only a few bags of grain
Oh the shame, the shame, the shame
So I’ll take me beating
Never once complaining
Oh the shame, oh the shame, the shame
After sixteen years hard labour
He bumped into a neighbour
Who told him about a world gone insane
He said, “I cannot stress any stronger
But you cannot rest on your honour”
The shame, the shame, the shame
She leaves her there sleeping
Hoping that she’s dreaming
About a life worth more than a few bags of grain
Oh the shame, oh the shame, the shame
But my spirit will live on
My daughter you will not claim
My spirit will live on
My spirit you can not claim
My daughter you will not claim
Can not claim
You can not claim
I Cannot Sit Sadly By Your Side lyrics - Cowboy Junkies
You throw away the gun
Did I tell you what’s to be done
I need it to kill just one
And you said, “I cannot sit sadly by your side”
And you said, “I cannot sit sadly by your side”
I try to push open the door
just to see what came before
but there is a body on the floor
And you said, “I cannot sit sadly by your side”
And you said, “I cannot sit sadly by your side”
You brought back that guitar
I told you I wanted it no more
it only plays the songs that no one is asking for
I cannot sit sadly by your side
I cannot sit sadly by your side
I bust in to the room not knowing really what to do
So I reach down and tear out page two hundred and fifty two
It reads, “ I can not sit sadly by your side”
It reads. “I can not sit sadly by your side”
Did I tell you what’s to be done
I need it to kill just one
And you said, “I cannot sit sadly by your side”
And you said, “I cannot sit sadly by your side”
I try to push open the door
just to see what came before
but there is a body on the floor
And you said, “I cannot sit sadly by your side”
And you said, “I cannot sit sadly by your side”
You brought back that guitar
I told you I wanted it no more
it only plays the songs that no one is asking for
I cannot sit sadly by your side
I cannot sit sadly by your side
I bust in to the room not knowing really what to do
So I reach down and tear out page two hundred and fifty two
It reads, “ I can not sit sadly by your side”
It reads. “I can not sit sadly by your side”
(You've Got To Get) A Good Heart lyrics - Cowboy Junkies
Tell me what brings you closer my dear
is it the beauty or the fear
Tell me what keeps your interest here
is it the chill or is it the fever
Is it the terror or the grief
Is it the trigger or the breach
You’ve got to get a good heart
You need a good heart
Take me back to another time
When the birds brought forth the sun
Take me back to that golden year
When the pain brought forth the gun
You’ve got to get a good heart
You’ve got to get a good heart
Is it the beauty or the fear
Is it the chill or is it the fever
Take me back to another time
When the birds brought forth the sun
Leave it there it’s sad and tired
It’s time that we moved on
You need a good heart
is it the beauty or the fear
Tell me what keeps your interest here
is it the chill or is it the fever
Is it the terror or the grief
Is it the trigger or the breach
You’ve got to get a good heart
You need a good heart
Take me back to another time
When the birds brought forth the sun
Take me back to that golden year
When the pain brought forth the gun
You’ve got to get a good heart
You’ve got to get a good heart
Is it the beauty or the fear
Is it the chill or is it the fever
Take me back to another time
When the birds brought forth the sun
Leave it there it’s sad and tired
It’s time that we moved on
You need a good heart
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