A Tribute Or How to Write A Song
Friday, April 25th, 2008Below is probably one of the best written songs of all-time. No doubt, I don’t think it matters what your taste in music is…now here’s the tricky part, can you name the song and the artist? I’m going to leave out a chorus that would give the song away.
The screen door slams Mary’s dress waves 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 you 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 Well show a little faith, there’s magic in the night You ain’t a beauty but hey you’re all right Oh and that’s all right with me You can hide ‘neath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summers praying in vain For a savior 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 down on the tracks Oh come take my hand We’re riding out tonight to case the promise land (Chorus) *********************** ************* *********************** ************* *********************** ************* 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 ain’t free And I know you’re lonely For words that I ain’t spoken But tonight we’ll be free When 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 From your room you hear their engines roar 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




