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Open All Night...The sign in the window says baby won’Äôt you come inside. You won’Äôt need any money, honey, all you gotta do is smile. The band in the corner is thumping funk and rhythm and blues. Before the night is over we’Äôll all be kicking off our shoes. There’Äôs confession in the back room not a priest in sight. It’Äôs a little bit of heaven and it’Äôs open all night. On a Friday after midnight you can get your ticket punched for free. Get your name on the list, you can be whoever you want to be. It’Äôs first names only, baby, you can really disappear for a while. Just slip into the music and vanish into the crowd. You can have your little fantasy it feels so right. It’Äôs everything you hoped for and it’Äôs open all night. Open all night’ÄîCome over here, baby; come over here. Open all night’ÄîStep over here, baby; right over here. Open all night’ÄîBuy you a drink, baby; get you a drink. Gonna drive it all night’ÄîGet you some ink, honey; you’Äôre on the brink.| Wanna get tight’ÄîIt’Äôs who you know, baby; it’Äôs all who you know. We’Äôre open all night’ÄîNowhere to run, you got nowhere to go. Got your table waiting, stay as long as you like. Always glad to see you and we’Äôre open all night. Well, this city’Äôs full of stories, baby, most of which you’Äôve already heard. It’Äôs like Raymond Chandler fiction, just pick the passion you might prefer.| At La Cienega and Sunset, it’Äôs just down the steps to the right.| It’Äôs LA Confidential and it’Äôs the story tonight. You’Äôve got Johnny on the left side and Charlie to the right. Nothing lasts forever, but we’Äôre open all night

 

Crimes of Passion...Hey little girl, tell me, what was your name. I could make you a star. You know you drive me insane. The way that you move and the light on your skin. You could be like Madonna. Come on, baby, get in. I got lots of connections. Could make lots of scores. Maybe call in some favors, baby, open some doors. Sound good to you honey?. Let me fix you a drink. But before you say "yes,’Äù there's just one little thing. Crimes of passion’ÄîIn the heat of the night. Crimes of passion’ÄîBurning inside. Crimes of passion’ÄîIt’Äôs just a moment in time, and it's gone. Once you’Äôve tasted the top, you won’Äôt settle for less. You’Äôve got beautiful eyes, and that’Äôs a very nice dress. Seen you hanging around. Bet you’Äôre heaven to hold. This can be our special thing, but you can’Äôt tell a soul. Hey little girl, tell me where have you been. I’Äôve been thinking about you, let’Äôs do this again. I know what it's like; how it's tough to get by. I see you're new in town, baby. Let's go for a ride. Crimes of passion’ÄîIn the heat of the night. Crimes of passion’ÄîBurning inside. Crimes of passion’ÄîIt’Äôs just a moment in time, and it's gone.

 

Forbidden Love...Pull me closer. Hold me now. Say you'd leave him, but you don't know how. It doesn't matter wrong or right. Don't want to know, girl. Just hold me, hold me tight. Don’Äôt waste your wishes on the stars above. All we'll ever have is forbidden love. It breaks my heart to do this again. To leave your arms and go back again. So for the moment, can't we forget. This is as close as we're gonna get. Don’Äôt waste your wishes on the stars above. All we'll ever have is forbidden love. Another place, girl, another time. Things could be different. You could be mine. Don’Äôt waste your wishes on the stars above. All we'll ever have is forbidden love.

 

That’Äôs the Way It’Äôs Supposed to Be...The sky is raining bullets on the windshield of my car. Still I drive on through the darkness and push it to the floor. I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to walk. And I keep thinking I could make it right, baby if we could only talk. I know I never said "I love you". Can't change that, what's done is done. Thought I didn't have to tell you, thought you'd always be the one. Don't you ever miss me, aren't you lonely too?. Tell me you never woke up at night. And cried ’Äôcause it's only you. Baby, I’Äôd drive all night. If I just thought that you’Äôd be waiting there for me. I’Äôd drive all night. ’ÄôCause you and me together, that’Äôs the way it’Äôs supposed to be. Yea, that’Äôs the way it’Äôs supposed to be. Maybe time builds a bridge, maybe time builds a wall. Maybe love is a candle in an empty dark hall. Maybe true love can save all that time steals. Maybe love gets so hurt that time can’Äôt heal. You know, I dreamed we were together again. Baby, you and me. Together and forever the way lovers are supposed to be. Baby, I’Äôd drive all night. If I just thought that you’Äôd be waiting there for me. I’Äôd drive all night. ’ÄôCause you and me together, that’Äôs the way it’Äôs supposed to be. Yea, that’Äôs the way it’Äôs supposed to be.

 

In the Sandbox...Spike leans back, puts her feet on a chair. Everyone knows she's the angel of death. Pulls another stick from a fresh pack of Kools. Someone matches her cigarette. It's money for arms and arms for the cause. It’Äôs the deal in the back of a car. It’Äôs a dead letter drop in the heat of the night. It’Äôs the news in the blink of a star. There's a blood red moon over Jerusalem. Cafe music blaring down the block. It’Äôs showtime for Spike, a Jihad in the night. Gonna get ’Äôem all off down in the Sandbox. A load of boot C-4 and a Swiss bank account through a company somewhere in France. Crates full of guns and a couple million rounds make those camel jockeys wanna dance. You can call it economic development. You can call it anything you want. It’Äôs not about the balance of power. It’Äôs just the way that it’Äôs done. There's a blood red moon over Jerusalem. Cafe music blaring down the block. It’Äôs showtime for Spike, a Jihad in the night. Gonna get ’Äôem all off down in the Sandbox. Those bastards keep building their settlements here. They’Äôve taken all the good land. Driving us out of our homes and our lives. Leaving us nothing but sand. You’Äôll never see the truth on your American news. They don’Äôt tell you on your NBC. ’ÄôCause it’Äôs not about the glory of Allah, it’Äôs just the terror of big currency. There's a blood red moon over Jerusalem. Cafe music blaring down the block. It’Äôs showtime for Spike, a Jihad in the night. Gonna get ’Äôem all off down in the Sandbox. It's simply a matter of commerce. It's simply a matter of greed. We don’Äôt care about your freedom. It’Äôs just you’Äôve got what we need. Down in the Sandbox.

 

Just the Way It Is...Everybody knows her name; paparazzi follow her. She's an expert at the game; boys would die to be with her. Tell me darling what you know? Would you say that you're a star?. All your fans they love you so; did you think you'd get this far?. You're the one they want, you're the one they're looking for. So you're gonna have some fun and leave 'em begging you for more. And that’Äôs just the way it is. That’Äôs just the way it is. The music swells; the band begins to play. The lights go up; the crowd begins to sway. You've rehearsed your lines; you're just looking for your cue. You know it happens all the time; everybody's watching you. Eyes follow you as you walk by. Hushed conversations and you hear your name. You never even wonder why. You just assume that it's all the same, don’Äôt you. And that’Äôs just the way it is. That’Äôs just the way it is. No one wants to take a fall; so no one dares to get too close. They're all sure you've had it all; what you can't have you want the most. There's no one there to take you home; 'cause you're afraid to play for keeps. So you do your pax de deux alone, and then you cry yourself to sleep. It's another lonely night, just another masquerade. So you try with all your might not to let down your charade, baby. And that’Äôs just the way it is. That’Äôs just the way it is.

 

Dixie Chicken...I’Äôve seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel. And underneath a streetlamp, I met a Southern Belle. Well, she took me to the river where she cast on me a spell. And in that Southern moonlight, she sang this song so well. If you’Äôll be my Dixie Chicken, I’Äôll be your Tennessee Lamb. And we can walk together down in Dixieland. Down in Dixieland. We made all the hot spots and the money flowed like wine. Then that Southern whiskey began to fog my mind. Well I don’Äôt remember church bells or the money I put down. On that white picket fence and those golden walls on the house at the edge of town. Oh, but boy, do I remember the sweetness of her refrain. And all the nights we spent together. And the way she said my name. If you’Äôll be my Dixie Chicken, I’Äôll be your Tennessee Lamb. And we can walk together down in Dixieland. Down in Dixieland. It’Äôs been a year since she ran away. Guess that guitar player sure could play. She always liked to sing along. And he was just so handy with a song. Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel. I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well. And as he handed me a drink, son, he began to hum a song. And all the boys around the bar that night began to sing along. If you’Äôll be my Dixie Chicken, I’Äôll be your Tennessee Lamb. And we can walk together down in Dixieland. Down in Dixieland. Words & Music by Lowell George and Martin Kibbee. ¬© Naked Snake Music. ASCAP. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

 

Come to Papa...It's cold outside. The sun don't shine. Make you want to hide. Come to papa. All night long. Forbidden song. And you're not that strong. Come to papa. It's gonna rain. Pouring rain. Let it rain. Wash away the pain. Ooh, come to papa. Every day. There's hell to pay. And it won't go away. Come to papa. All them broken vows. Don't matter now. 'Cause you'll get through somehow. Come to papa. It's gonna rain. Pouring rain. Let it rain. Wash away the pain. Ooh, come to papa. Gonna walk away. Got no cause to stay. But you'll be back someday. Come to papa. It's gonna rain. Pouring rain. Let it rain. Wash away the pain. Ooh, come to papa.

 

Party Girl...Close your eyes. I'll take you on a pleasure cruise. It's all right. I can be who you want me to. Bet you got a wife. You gotta be from out of town. Just in overnight?. I don't remember seeing you around. I'll be your party girl. I'll be your party girl. Make all your fantasies come true. What you like?. You look like you’Äôre the kind that wants to lead. I'm yours tonight. And I can satisfy your every need. I'll be your party girl. I'll be your party girl. Make all your fantasies come true. Don't you want me?. Don't you need me?. You can have me. Won't you hold me?. Come with me. I'll take you higher than you've ever been. Just wait and see. You'll never ever want a woman again. I'll be your party girl. I'll be your party girl. Make all your fantasies come true.

 

That’Äôs Why I’Äôm Here...Saw your new boyfriend at the laundromatdown on Pico just the other day. Asked him how he got his shirts so white. You know, he didn’Äôt have too much to say. Now I’Äôm not saying he’Äôs no good for you, but I’Äôve got to wonder about a man like that. Maybe it’Äôs just the way he combs his hair. Maybe it’Äôs just the way he wears his hat. Sure he can take you to the Polo Lounge and he can tell you things you want to hear. But he won’Äôt love you, girl, the way I would. And that’Äôs why I’Äôm here. I watched him slink into his foreign car with satellite this and satellite that. And I was thinking as he drove away. You know, he kinda looks like Yassar Arafat. Sure he can take you to those Hollywood parties and wine and dine you every night of the year. But he won’Äôt love you, girl, the way I would. And that’Äôs why I’Äôm here. That’Äôs why I’Äôm here’Äîto save you from a heart ache. That’Äôs why I’Äôm here’Äîyou know, I’Äôm only looking out for you. That’Äôs why I’Äôm here’Äîto save you from a mistake. That’Äôs why I’Äôm here’Äîseems like the very least that I can do. Check out that Rolex hanging on his arm. You know it’Äôs fake because it doesn’Äôt sweep. Why don’Äôt you meet me at Chateau Marmont. I’Äôve got some photos you just have to see. Sure he can take you out to Malibu and he can buy you things that you hold dear. But he won’Äôt love you, girl, the way I would. And that’Äôs why I’Äôm here. No, he won’Äôt love you, girl, the way I would. And that’Äôs why I’Äôm here.

 

Under Fire...What did I do to deserve you tonight. Are you all alone with your self-pity tonight. Don't come to me. I'm sick and tired of bailing you out. You're on your own, girl, it's time you found out. Don't come to me. See I don't care if you live or die. But with you around, I got nowhere to hide. Baby what we had has long been gone. I don't understand why you keep hanging on. Don't come to me. I've thrown away your pictures and the letters you sent. I don't want to see you, I just want to forget. Don't come to me. Don't call me up on the telephone. If I hear your voice, "sorry, no one home". I'm under fire. I'm under cover of the night. There's no mistaking your desire. You've passed the point of wrong or right. And I hear you're looking for me. I'm not gonna be the one for you tonight. Just let it go. Let it go baby. Let it go. Get those wild ideas right out of your head. I’Äôve got no intention girl of coming back to your bed. Don't come to me. You can take a long walk on a very short pier. Save your excuses, I don't want to hear. Don't come to me. Don't tell me now you've got it under control. Get out of my life, you're dead to me girl. I'm under cover of the night. There's no mistaking your desire. You've passed the point of wrong or right. And I hear you're looking for me. I'm not gonna be the one for you tonight. Just let it go. Let it go baby. Let it go

 

Watsonville (Crossing Over)...We’Äôre queuing up in Cheran canyon with our fortunes and our luck. We’Äôll wait here for the moon to fade. Then, we climb in coyote’Äôs truck. River bound we’Äôll be by morning. Norteˆ±ˆ±os nuevos are we all. California in the Springtime. We hold our breath until the Fall. We’Äôre crossing over, crossing over. And the desert seems so still. Crossing over, crossing over to the central valley, to Watsonville. I’Äôve got a photo of my sweet one. I keep it safe here in my shirt. She understands why I have to leave her. To chop the plants and work the dirt. We’Äôre crossing over, crossing over. And the midnight seems so still. Crossing over, crossing over to the central valley, to Watsonville. My brother Chaco sits beside me. I can taste his sweat in the fetid air. He keeps saying not to worry. No la migra, we’Äôll soon be there. Screaming voices in the darkness. And the sound of crushing steel. Then just silence on the highway. And the smell of diesel fuel. We’Äôre crossing over, crossing over. And Chaquito seems so still. Crossing over, crossing over to the central valley, to Watsonville

 

 

All songs words and music by Tom Sheehan. ©2006 ASCAP, except Dixie Chicken (words & music by Lowell George and Martin Kibbee. © Naked Snake Music. ASCAP) and Willin' (words & music by Lowell George. © Angel Music, Inc. OBO Abraham Music). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

 

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