Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings

6 Contributors1492 LyricsI'm a Russian Jew American

Impersonating African Jamaican

What I wanna be's an Indian

I'm gonna be a cowboy in the end I guess

I bought a gun cuz it impresses

All the little girls I see

And then they all wanna sleep with me

Oh, where do we disappear?

Into the silence that surrounds us

And then drowns us in the end

Where all these people who impersonate our friends

Say, “Come again, come again, come again…”

Into the dark Italian underground of disco lights and disco sound

And skinny girls who drink champagne

And take me on their knees again

Then pull me up and out the door

Past railway cars and tranny whores

And morning spreading out across the feathered thighs of angels

Oh, where do we disappear?

Into the silence that surrounds us

And then drowns us in the end

Where they try to push you out to keep you in

And say, “Come again, come again, come again…”

In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue

In 1493, came home across the deep blue sea

In 1494, he did it with the girl next door

In 1495, he barely made it out alive

In 1964, these sailors left me at the door

In 1970, some people got their hands on me

Now I’m the king of everything

And I’m the king of nothing

Now I am the king of everything

I am the king of nothing

Oh, where do we disappear?

Into the silence that surrounds us

And then drowns us in the end

Where all these people who impersonate our friends

Say, “Come again, come again, come again…”

Oh, where do we disappear?

Into the silence that surrounds us

And then drowns us in the end

Where they try to get you out to get you in

And all these people who impersonate our friends

Say, “Come again, come again, come again, come again, come again…”

4 ContributorsLos Angeles LyricsDancing like the nighttime down in Nashville

But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run

I got a call to go to a late night picture show

So I traded in the darkness and I’m already there

I’m already there and I’m trying to make some friends

So if you see that movie star and me

If you see my picture in a magazine

Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV

Honey, I’m just trying’ to make some sense

Outta me

I left a lot of ghosts in San Francisco

And now you wanna say you see through me

Well, what you want to see ain’t your memories of me

So I could turn around tonight but I’m already there

I’m already there and I’m just trying to make some friends

So if you see that movie star and me

If you should see my picture in a magazine

Or if you fall asleep while you’re watching TV

Well honey, I’m just trying’ to make some sense

Of Los Angeles

Boston gets cold this time of year

Seems like each day just leaves me numb

I gotta get out of here and go walking in the sun

Well if you see that movie star and me

If you should see my picture in a magazine

Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV

Well honey, I’m just trying to make some sense

Honey, I’m just trying’ to make some friends

But baby, I’m not trying’ to make amends

For coming to Los Angeles

Oh, Los Angeles

No more Boston

No more Nashville

No more Oakland

Oh baby, come on out to the sea

Come on, take a walk down Sunset with me

Oh we gonna get drunk

Find us some skinny girls

And go street walking

Street walking, baby, in Los Angeles!

7 ContributorsWashington Square LyricsThe song’s namesake comes from Washington Square Park in San Francisco. Adam Duritz considres the San Francisco Bay Area one of his homes, as he spent much of his early life living in the area, with… Read More I sold my piano

It couldn't come with me

I locked up my bedroom and I walked out into the air

When nothing I needed was left there behind me

I walked out through the shadows of Washington Square

I wandered the highways from Dublin to Berkeley

And I heard the songbirds of Ballyporeen

But I loved like a fountain

And it left me with nothing

Just memories of walking through Washington Square

Now I live in the shadows where light is electric

And time is a number that rests on a wall

And nobody knows me

My friends and my family

Are as far from this city as Washington Square

So cover this warm night in a blanket of starlight

And I’ll follow this freeway out into the air

In case you should wander and wanted to find me

I’m traveling homeward to Washington Square

6 ContributorsOn a Tuesday In Amsterdam Long Ago LyricsA picture of Amsterdam

Bare trees under glass

Framed in the gray and white afternoon light

Of a winter long past

When I was a riser

To Dublin I’d roam

She was a bareback rider

Some miles from home

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

She's a carnival diver

Hung in the sky

Cutting through time like a memory

Strung on a wire

The color of anything

Fades in the air

She is the film of a book of the story

Of the smell of her hair

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

When everything’s over

And everything’s clear

When everyone’s older

And no one is here

I try to remember

A girl on a wire

Tumbling and diving above Stephen’s Green

Like a kite on the air

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me