au revoir to adios just lyrics
Lyrics are symphonies without the calluses
A Bourbon Street bar on a wet afternoon
Rain falling, people calling, water pooling in the road
Up on the balcony, I'm watching, what's left of the day drown
Springsteen's voice laments the passing of old Tom Joad
The smell of Cajun chicken wafts across the boards
A smooth laid back voice asked "Is this seat free".
We shared our life stories going backwards and forwards
Lights went out, we went to bed, clock showed just past three.
I could never say no, to that laid back voice
She got whatever she wanted, Rita was always the boss
From New Orleans to Santa Fe, I didn't have a choice
I've got time to learn new languages now, au revoir to adios
Rita and I challenged substance abuse, for a month without a care
Rising at the break of dusk, tequila with a side of toast
Partying till the cleaners came, pills gave us energy to spare
Nearly busted by the cops, we paid the bill, and headed for the coast
I could never say no, to that laid back voice
She got whatever she wanted, Rita was always the boss
From New Orleans to Santa Fe, I didn't have a choice
I've got time to learn new languages now, au revoir to adios
On our way to San Diego, we stopped in Santa Fe, Rita liked the name
She new a couple of words in Spanish, and she used them every day
Soon we got friendly with the locals, who knew how to play the game
The Sheriff soon marked our card, and we were raided by the D.E.A.
Rita got sent North and I was jailed in New Mexico
I started learning Spanish since I had no where else to go
I could never say no, to that laid back voice
She got whatever she wanted, Rita was always the boss
From New Orleans to Santa Fe, I didn't have a choice
I've got time to learn new languages now, au revoir to adios
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V1
A Bourbon Street bar on a wet afternoon
rain falling, people calling, water pooling in the road
Up on the balcony, I'm watching, what's left of the day drown
Springsteen's voice laments the passing of old Tom Joad
V2
The smell of Cajun chicken wafts across the boards
A smooth laid back voice asked "Is this seat free".
We shared our life stories going backwards and forwards
Lights went out, we went to bed, clock showed just past three.
Ch
I could never say no, to that laid back voice
She got whatever she wanted, Rita was always the boss
From New Orleans to Santa Fe, I didn't have a choice
I've got time to learn new languages now, au revoir to adios
V3
Rita and I challenged substance abuse, for a month without a care
Rising at the break of dusk, tequila with a side of toast
Partying till the cleaners came, pills gave us energy to spare
Nearly busted by the cops, we paid the bill, and headed for the coast
Ch
I could never say no, to that laid back voice
She got whatever she wanted, Rita was always the boss
From New Orleans to Santa Fe, I didn't have a choice
I've got time to learn new languages now, au revoir to adios
V4
On our way to San Diego, we stopped in Santa Fe, Rita liked the name
She new a couple of words in Spanish, and she used them every day
Soon we got friendly with the locals, who knew how to play the game
The Sheriff soon marked our card, and we were raided by the D.E.A.
Bridge
Rita got sent North and I was jailed in New Mexico
I started learning Spanish since I had no where else to go
Ch
I could never say no, to that laid back voice
She got whatever she wanted, Rita was always the boss
From New Orleans to Santa Fe, I didn't have a choice
I've got time to learn new languages now, au revoir to adios
Looks good , all you need is a melody and cut it
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So vivid! Wonderful descriptions of such a despicable pair!
I like the development over the verses of the language and time elements so that by the end "I've got time to learn new languages now, au revoir to adios" has become very clear.
Did you have a particular style in mind for this?
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Thank you for your comments.
I'm not much good with music but when I reread it and close my eyes, I hear John Prine singing Clay Pigeons, that kind of style.
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Can't go wrong with John Prine!
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A style of his own R.I.P.
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Such great lyrics. As has been suggested already, crying out for the right music to bring them alive. I'm too much of a rock n roller so I don't know that I could do them justice. I'll keep reading them though. You never know something might come to mind.
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Very cool song lyric. It reminds me of a Townes style drama....misfits, love, passion, bad decisions, and drugs. Too bad you couldn't get T Bone Burnett to produce something!
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Well, I'm certainly not T Bone Burnett (!!) but I am having a try at putting some music to these great lyrics. Recording is well on the way and I'll post the results soon - as long as Sid is happy with what I've done of course. He might take one listen and think that I've completely lost the plot!! I hope not because I think it's going rather well. Watch this space😀
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Chris/Rob
Thank you so much for your comments, that fact that you think the lyrics are worthy of your efforts is more than enough for me. I admit to having to Google T-Bone Burnett but I do know Townes, presuming Zandt not Earle. I do like both however. I look forward to hearing you make the words dance.
Sid
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