Money talks
But it can’t sing and dance
And it can’t walk
And long as I can have you
Here with me, I’d much rather be
Forever in blue jeans, babe
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of Highway 101
She drives real fast and she drives real hard,
She’s the terror of Colorado Boulevard.
It’s The Little Old Lady From Pasadena!
When I drive that slow, you know it’s hard to steer
And I can’t get get my car out of second gear
What used to take two hours now takes all day. Huh!
It took me 16 hours to get to L.A.
Gonna write me up a 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can’t drive 55!
Going down the Highway, He’s in front of you.
The speed limit is 50, He’s going 22.
He wont’ let you pass him, He won’t let you by
You curse him he can’t hear you, You wish that he would die.
He’s Snailman!! (Snailman)
Ventura Highway in the sunshine,
Where the days are longer,
The nights are stronger
Than moonshine.
You’re gonna go I know…
Highway nights, red tail lights
Lead my love light on
Highway nights, freeway sights
To this eagle I belong, it rolls me on
I was a highwayman,
Along the post roads I did ride,
A sword and pistol by my side…
The wind was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple moor
When the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door
Ride, ride my see-saw,
Take this place
On this trip
Just for me.
Ride, Captain, Ride
On your mystery ship.
Be amazed at the friends you’ve got there on your trip…
Ride, Captain, Ride…
You find what you seek
And seek what you find
Mystery plane
It’s all in your mind
You can’t do anything
Can’t trust how you feel
Mystery plane
Nothing is real
Ah! Sweet mystery of life
At last I’ve found thee
Working on a mystery, going wherever it leads
Running down a dream
You are a paradox to me, a contradiction
You’re a predicament for me, and a prediction
I’m not afraid to face the light
I’m not afraid to think that I might fall
I was going nowhere fast
I was needing something that would last
If you live on the road, well there’s a new highway code
You take the urban noise with some Durban poison
It’s gonna lessen your load
30 days in the hole
It’s a long dark road, that I call my home
It a long dark road, that I’m cursed to roam
These many nights I’ve been banished here
My companion is the stars
With a bed roll and a blanket
And just the the rocks to lay my bones
And it’s hitchhike a hundred miles,
I’m a ragamuffin child,
Pointed finger, painted smile -
I left my shadow waiting
Down the road for me awhile
She offered her chaos to me
Proffered herself languidly
The eldritch bitch must have muddled her spells
Tinges of Persia, I hope that it sells
Chemical nuptials and ringing the bells
It’s heavenly I say
Must be thirsty, drink, drink, sink, forget
Must be empty inside the shadow cabinet