Farsighted – Lyrics

Clean My Room

First you take the sheets off
Put them in the corner by the door
Then you turn the mattress (don’t hurt your back)
Open all the windows
Let the curtains tumble in the air
Look inside the closet
See if he has left something there.
And I will clean my room.
Underneath the dresser
You will find a t-shirt
A picture of a rock band is on the back
Press it to your forehead
See if there’s a scent that lingers there
Put it in the closet
So that he has left something there.
And I will clean my room.
Shake out all the blankets
Put away the books and magazines
Throw out that old postcard (don’t read the back)
Rearrange the pictures
Brush away the cobwebs on the wall
Do a little dusting
This really isn’t very hard at all.
And I will clean my room.

Lotta Yer Love

Don’t gimme lots of money (2x)
I don’t want none of your money
Don’t gimme lots of money
I don’t need your money
Just need a lotta your love
Don’t gimme no excuses
I got no use for excuses
Don’t gimme no excuses
I don’t need no excuses
I just need a lotta your love
Don’t gimme no fancy dress
I don’t wanna mess with no dress
Don’t gimme no fancy dress
I don’t need no fashion
I just need a lotta your love
Don’t gimme no airplane ride
I don’t wanna fly that high
Don’t gimme no airplane ride
I don’t need no travel
I just need a lotta your love
Don’t give me no Jaguar
‘cause I just wanna be right where you are
Don’t gimme no Jaguar
I don’t need no sportscar
I just need a lotta your love…
Don’t gimme lots of money.

Picture of a Girl

I had my babies too young
I never knew what hit me
I raised them up by myself
Now they don’t want to talk to me
I fell in love too easy
I picked the ones that looked good
They broke me all to pieces
Now I don’t work like I should
I am a picture of a girl,
a charcoal figure of a girl
Hang me up on your kitchen wall
I don’t take any space to speak of
Crumpled up note where my soul should go
Open it up to see this picture of a girl
I used to like to draw things
They said I might be gifted
But one thing and another…
That burden has been lifted.
I go to see my worker
I answer all her questions
I tell her I can’t make it
Til Friday when my check comes
I am a picture of a girl
a charcoal figure of a girl
Sticks and angles, circles and lines
Talk to me, I won’t say anything
Fold me up in an envelope
In your pocket you can keep
This picture of a girl
I never had much money
My landlord makes me offers
I used to have some good dreams
But they just messed my covers
But don’t feel sorry for me
I might just take a lover
When girls are made of paper
One spark and it’s all over.

Sweetie Momma

She sits outside, in her chair
Watching them hurry from here to there
They stop to talk and stay all day
She always got some truth to say
Mississippi, where she was born
‘bout a hundred thousand years ago
A bad man shot her mama cold
When she was only nine days old
Sweetie Momma, Sweetie Momma
Raised her babies, dried their tears
Sweetie Momma, Sweetie Momma
Cleaned for white folks 40 years.
The first time I walked through her door
She took me on the two-minute tour
Plastic red geraniums, shiny green linoleum
Boombox playing only blues
TV blaring soaps and news
Motorized reclining chair
Some kind of special peace in there
Sweetie Momma, Sweetie Momma
Tough as nails, and feisty too
Sweetie Momma, Sweetie Momma,
You don’t want her mad at you.
I recall one afternoon, sitting in her living room
Together we scanned the screen,
Hoping, praying that we’d see
John-John rescued from the waves
(Praise the Lord, yeah, Jesus saves…)
But it turned out as we feared
And her clouded eyes, they filled with tears.
Sweetie Momma, Sweetie Momma
Maggie, Maggie: that was her name
Sweetie Momma, Sweetie Momma
She’s Sweetie Momma, just the same.
Through my window, over there,
Some old man sits in her chair
She moved away, then died so light
Like a dancer, on a late, spring night.
The dead, they sometimes stick around
But I don’t think she will be found
Except near clouds and Kennedys
And wild geraniums, and memories.Sweetie Momma, Sweetie Momma
Glint of gold, when she smiled
Sweetie Momma, Sweetie Momma,
Graced my life, a little while.

Hideaway

Hide, hide, hide away
I’ll find you in the light of day
Wait, wait, wait til then
Just keep counting 8, 9, 10
In the playground after dark
The moon shines bright on the jungle gym
Running races in this park
Don’t you be the last one in
Hide away…
Tag, you’re it, that’s the rule
You keep running, I will follow
Tomorrow we won’t go to school
Tell the teacher, won’t she holler
Hide away…
I love you, you love me
Red light, green light, giant steps
Kiss me underneath the tree
Aren’t you glad we ain’t grown up yet…
Hide away…

Five Lanes of Traffic

I really shouldn’t be standing here,
by a blown out tire in the dirty grass
You might say that this is dangerous,
with the cars and trucks all whizzing past
I really shouldn’t be chancing this.
I could run back home like a good girl would.
You might say that this is reckless.
A little bit of wreck might do me good.
Only one thing for me to do.
I’m going walking on Highway 2
Crossing five lanes of traffic…
OK I made it through the slow lane.
Wasn’t hard at all, just a stroll in the park.
This yellow line is like a tight rope.
I could stay right here til it gets dark
And everybody’s swerving and cussing mad
There’s a chorus of horns like an angel band
Crossing five lanes of traffic to get to you…
Right after this school bus
and before that Ford I could make it through
I could see you on the other side
if this damned RV would quit blocking my view
Now I’m standing in the center lane
and my heart like a piston pumping hard
Semi, semi, car, car, car, motorcycle, car, dump truck, car
If I’m gonna do it gotta do it now
Ain’t turning back anyhow, crossing…
And there you are by the billboard, smiling at me
Just about to open out your arms
And I don’t know if it’s a dream, or just some fantasy
Doesn’t matter anyway I’m gonna get there someday…
I’m crossing…

Farsighted

I know I am plain, my dresses are simple
My hair it is straight, not a wave nor a curl
And my eyes are not strong, but I can see clearly
That love ain’t a train that is bound for this girl
At ten I got glasses, the lenses were thick
My friends fell away I walked home all alone
The doctor he told me he never had seen
A girl as farsighted as my mama’s own.
When you’re nearsighted, you see things up close
The details, the fine points the sweet day-to-day
When you’re farsighted, you see what’s coming
From far, far away, far, far away.
You said I was pretty, you danced me around
You said you would drive me to town for the show
Please don’t be sorry for promises broken
I never expected to go.
When you’re nearsighted, you see things up close
A lover, a flower, a filigreed ring
When you’re farsighted, you see what’s coming
A far better thing, a far better thing.
I pick up my basket, I walk to the market
I get what I need I go home to my chair
Please do not warn me of dangers ahead
My eyes don’t deceive me, no they wouldn’t dare…

Regimen

I am on a regimen
Of loving you
In the day and the night time
It’s all that I wanna do
It’s kinda like a diet
But I don’t gotta give anything up
I’m on a regimen, a regimen…
I called up the doctor
Said is this OK?
It’s some kind of addiction
Never gonna walk away
The doctor he told me
You know you’re just a lucky, lucky girl
Stay on the regimen, regimen…
Get a treatment in the morning
Get a treatment at high noon
Cocktail hour, dinnertime
Doncha dare stop til you both feel fine.
I am on a regimen
I’m getting strong
We’re building something baby
You know I want to help it along
I’m bound and determined
I don’t want to mess anything up.
I’m on a regimen…

California Maybe

Have you decided where you’re headed?
No I have not. I dunno yet.
California, maybe…
Have you told him? I don’t dare.
I just dream ‘bout going somewhere.
California, maybe.
And I will leave my coat on the back of the bus
And the kindness of strangers, it will shelter me
And I will leave my shoes and go running through the sand
and my first ocean, it will welcome me to
California, maybe…
You best think careful. What will you do?
You gotta work there when you get to…
Maybe movies. I ain’t sure yet
Must be something I’d be good at…
And I will place my palms in the hands of the stars
And those beautiful boys with their shaded eyes…
And I will eat that fruit outta my own backyard
And the summer sun and the mountains in
California, maybe…
When you get settled, I’ll come see you
Yeah, you better. And I’ll show you….
Gotta save my money. Sell my car
Before I get to where the lights are…
And I will leave my coat…

Fall

Coming around the corner, I stumbled into you
I wasn’t being careful, my eyes were closed
You grabbed me by the shoulder, held me steady too
Pressed me to the wall, you said
I won’t let you fall.
Running toward the canyon, I heard you say my name
I wasn’t being careful, my eyes were closed
You pointed right at me. You froze me in your frame.
With not sound at all you said
I won’t let you fall…
Flying up to heaven I felt you everywhere
I wasn’t being careful, my eyes were closed
At the threshold of the kingdom, behind me open air
I heard you call, you said
I won’t let you fall.

All These Things

Be my first, Be my first
Hold me close baby, won’t you take my thirst away
be my first.
Be my best, Be my best
Hold me close baby, won’t you ace my test?
be my best.
Baby, won’t you be… all these things.
Be my only, Be my own
Hold me close baby, won’t you take me home
Won’t you be my only one.
Be my truth, Be my truth
Hold me close baby, I don’t need no other proof
Won’t you be my truth.
Baby won’t you be… all these things
Be my heart, Be my heart
Hold me close baby, that’s a fine way to start
Won’t you be my heart.

Be my last, be my last
Hold me close baby, as the years fly past
Won’t you be my last one.

Little Bitty Boy

Nobody home, they left him all alone
Opening the window, throwing out stones
He ain’t a bad boy
He just don’t know
Mama done gone, daddy gone too
Nobody telling him what to do
He ain’t a bad boy
He just don’t know
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Ain’t nobody looking after you?
Muddy muddy feet on the antique couch
You’re a little bitty boy in the big white house
Neighbors to the left neighbors to the right
Little bitty boy just looking for a fight
He ain’t a bad boy
He just don’t know
Neighbors to the right neighbors to the left
But he just keep on making a mess
He ain’t a bad boy
He just don’t know
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Ain’t nobody looking after you
Everybody curtsy, everybody bow
To the little bitty boy in the big white house
Little bitty boy, goes downtown
Kicking dogs, running around
He ain’t a bad boy
He just don’t know
Run back home. Lock the door
Sez I ain’t playing with you no more
He ain’t a bad boy…
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Ain’t nobody looking after you.
Shooting off guns, going pow pow pow
Little bitty boy in the big white house.

Better

I gotta house downtown
Rundown shack baby, best be torn down
I gotta house downtown
Two-tone, double wide a dirty shade of brown
I got a house, but can’t you see
Any house with you is like a paradise for me
I gotta car in my drive
Broke down Ford baby, barely alive
I gotta car in my drive
My grandma she left me it back in ‘75
I gotta car but can’t you see
Any ride with you is like a Cadillac for me
Better, baby makes everything better
Change the snow to tropical weather
Can’t you see – everything you do makes it better for me.
I gotta dress I like to wear
Long outta style, baby, real threadbare
I gotta dress I like to wear
Got the hem hanging down, yeah, but I don’t care
Gotta dress but doncha see
Standing next to you I’m like the Sheik of Arabee
Better….
I gotta heart in my chest,
It’s a silly little thing but it tries its best
I gotta heart in my chest
And it’s nicked and bruised on its lover’s quest
But this heart it beats strong
Lying next to you, baby, all night long.
Better…

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