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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Song Lyric Wednesday

as always, the first one to get the song and artist can pick a blog topic of their choice, whenever, if they choose to!

The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays.
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside, darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me
You can hide `neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a saviour to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, Heaven's waiting on down the tracks

Oh-oh come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road,
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold, Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely and there's words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free, all the promises will be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
you hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers and I'm pulling out of here to win.

4 comments:

sybil law said...

I refuse to play because it feels like I am always first! But I know!!! :)

mielikki said...

Syb you always know. I think your in for like, 2 blog topics, now. One of these days, I am going to find some obscure song to see what you DO know.

David in DC said...

Bruce Springsteen. Thunder Road. First cut, Born to Run

Blog post choice: You're a sentient, self-aware, IPOD shuffle. What are the first 20 songs you spit out. Give song and artist, so we know whose version you're playing?

Bubblewench said...

Thank you David in DC! I was so thinking: If I open these comments and no one knows, I'm gonna have to slap some bloggers!