Every which way but loose
You turn me
Every which way but loose
Inside the fire’s burnin me
In my mind you just keep turnin me
Every which way but loose
Baby, there’s no excuse
To turn me every which way but loose
Just hold on loosely
But don’t let go
If you cling too tightly
You’re gonna lose control
You take my self, you take my self control
You got me livin’ only for the night
Before the morning comes, the story’s told
You take my self, you take my self control
Maybe the sun’s light will be dim,
And it won’t matter anyhow.
If morning’s echo says we’ve sinned,
Well, it was what I wanted now.
Angel of the Morning – Juice Newton
-“BB”-
People think they’re at the top of their form after staying up half of the night
But I know after a good night’s sleep, well I can get it on alright
I ain’t never resisted, lord, when you have insisted, no
But I usually like it in the morning much better, yeah.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Somewhere far away there’s another day
And someone’s getting out of bed
She put on her face in the morning space
She doesn’t know she’s dead
Her ruby lips can’t excite me anymore
And pain sprawls on the chair, it’s always there
“I am”… I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
I’m looking through you
And you’re nowhere
The men who love you, you hate the most
They pass right through you like a ghost
They look for you, but your spirit’s in the air
Baby you’re nowhere
He’s a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Doesn’t have a point of view
Knows not where he’s going to
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?
Sittin’ in a restaurant
She walked by
I seemed to recall
That certain look in your eye
I said, who was that
You said, with a smile
Aah, it’s nobody
Aah, nobody
I am sitting in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee
You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
When you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were
Clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and…
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all
Cloudy, the sky is great and white and
Cloudy
Flying
And you know I’m not coming down
You’re trying
But you know you must soon go down
All my colours
Turn to cloud
My father didn’t know the meaning of work
He disrespected mama and treated us like dirt
I left home seeking a job that I never did find
Depressed and down-hearted, I took to cloud nine
I’m doing fine up here, on cloud nine
Listen, one more time
I’m doing fine up here, on cloud nine
Mama was a looker, Lord, how she shined
Papa was a good 'ne, but the jealous kind
Papa loved Mama, Mama loved men
Mama’s in the graveyard, Papa’s in the pen
“Son,” she said, “have I got a little story for you
What you thought was your daddy was nothing but a
While you were sitting home alone at age thirteen
Your real daddy was dying
Sorry you didn’t see him, but I’m glad we talked”
Oh, I, oh I’m still alive
Hey, I, oh I’m still alive
Hey, I, oh I’m still alive