Tema: A Balladeer - Tekstovi Pesama

10 THINGS TO WIN YOU OVER


I peek at you in secret
I ignore you just in time
I giggle like a schoolgirl
I convince you that I'm fine

I'd do anything and more to make you mine

I curse your taste in lovers
I judge your lack of spine
I put you down in public
I manipulate, malign

I'd do anything and more to make you mine

I don't want to make you feel bad, but it's true
There is no one who can make me feel this good

No one else but you

I'll stop giving signals
I'll start reading signs
I'll stop being selfish
I'll step back in line

But I'll sing you these love songs until you're mine

ALL I WANTED


You rave on about a car drive
somewhere out in Germany
you had dinner near some river
like you can't get that with me

and it all sounds so familiar
I make sure to bite my tongue
it's done nothing else but trouble
kind of like our song

and all because

all I wanted was
the best of both of us

this must be Robin felt like
who'd have thought I'd fit his shoes
how I smirked inside your T-shirt
after he had called for you

I've been him in that hotel room
when I took it as a no
now I'd rather be in Hamburg
putting up our breakfast show

and all because

all I wanted was
the best of both of us
all I wanted was

for us to get across
for things to be like then, out there on the road
for my mediocre jokes to work again

we can leave tonight -
I'll drive us past the wood
just sit there being beautiful
while I'll be good

hell, I'll be good

all I wanted
all I wanted

I'm telling myself it's all for the better

ALRIGHT MR. DEMILLE


Alright, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up
I've been steady out of focus now for long enough
Don't talk about my heyday being way, way over
Just a touch of make-up here and I'm off

I'm gonna be loved
I'm gonna be loved

L.O.V.E.D.

You fake it till you make it and you fake it some more then
A thing Monroe's a pretty good example of
In front of Miller and DiMaggio and millions of men
She ate her cake and she got stuffed

I wanna be loved
I wanna be loved

It's my way or no way
Or else I just won't play
But I need direction
A bit of direction
Set clear and everyone quiet, please
Camera, lights and action!

It was too late to be selected as a Brat Pack actor
Thank God for Missy Moore I never got the job
I could have beat her ass easy at a weeping contest
Now the gloves are coming off because

I wanna be loved
I wanna be loved

It's my way or no way
Or else I just won't play
But I need direction
A bit of direction
Set clear and everyone quiet, please
Camera, lights and action!

AMERICA AMERICA


I wasn't even seventeen when I believed the grass was greener
Where life is one big movie scene
Of beauty queens and paper boy achievers

Wednesday nights at Mary's house I tried to open up to Jesus
Cause I had seen them raise their brows
To the only non-believer in

America, America

In an air-conditioned class I auditioned for Mrs. Townsend's choir
David wore a cowboy hat
He lip-synched like she ordered him

We prayed for soldiers in Iraq to give them strength to fire
We pledged allegiance to the flag
We praised our freedom caught between the borders of

America, America

Mary's father brought us home
He drove us through the heart of Texas
Once in Dallas I was shown
The spot where JFK got shot

BLANK


So here we go again
Straight into reverse
Now that I have made these scenes
I could hardly make it worse

But I hate to see you 'happy'
How you've gotten on with life
And bored with me so quickly
It hurts, but I tell you that

It's that blank that kills me

So here we go again
If you think to know this tale
Go on and roll your eyes
Or bite a bitten nail

How I hate to see you like this
Thinking that you're all that
Yes, I hate to see you like this
It hurts, but I tell you that

It's that blank that kills me

Yes, still

How I hate to see you like this
Thinking that you're all that
Yes, I hate to see you like this
It hurts, but I tell you that

It's that blank that kills me

I'm thinking that you're all that

CARETAKER


You're right
These stairs make you feel like you're in New York
On a night like tonight even more
I'm on my way to your place
Now you're away for a week
I got your keys with a weak white lie
Easy
Your room is cold
I read your note and close the window you left open
Your city sure looks pretty from up here

These plants are the start of my little plan
As well as the candles, the Leo poster and Ernie's yellow friend
I pile and hang your clothes by color
(Mostly blue)
It's nice to smell you in a few of your t-shirts...
I fall asleep on your pillow
One last look through the window
Your city sure looks pretty from up here

You're right
These stairs make you feel like you're in New York
On a night like tonight even more

COPPER SHADES


The copper shades you wore
were very big and green
and I was only feather-light
above the engine-roar
in the smell of gasoline
you'd make sure I'd hold on tight

And there we'd go with no direction
anywhere the wind would blow
and I would ask you all these questions
while your pride of me would show

Then in an act of love
you'd pull me close and check
my orange-colored water wings
you'd turn the engine off
and somewhere from the back
we'd both jump in for a swim

And there we'd go with no direction
anywhere the wind would blow
and I would ask you all these questions
while your pride of me would show

And safe in your Calypso
with the world of wise Cousteau below
and ice cream castles overhead
now how was I to know
how was I to know

A towel round my chest
your copper shades back on
we would speed up fast
and dry up by the sun

FORTUNE TELLER


Look at you now
in such a rush but one big step behind
you need a clue now
all blinded by the gypsy of your mind

If you give me you hand -
I'll do what I can to get you calm
by making up the meaning of the lines in your palm

Look at you now
uptight and in denial for a while
you look like shit now
it's the tears of things and halb so schlimm

come on, show me that smile

And give me your hand -
I'll do what I can to get you calm
by making up the meaning of the lines in your palm

look at you now

GOOD YEAR FOR THE PAPERS


our fireworks at New Year were the bomb
the fun was short in a bar miles further on
the drama it was all over the news

I was up watching from the couch all night
with no one there to release my tunnel sight
where were you when all hell broke loose

just a few disasters later
it doesn't take that much to see
it's been a good year for the papers
and a bad one for me

Bush says it is now an eye for an eye
our Queen Bea thinks that soon we'll all turn blind
me I'm just scared that we ain't seen nothing yet

just a few disasters later
it doesn't take that much to see
it's been a good year for the papers
and a bad one for me

where were you when all hell broke los

HAMBURG


And then there was

A flood of tears in secrecy
A questionnaire answered with a silence treat

And then there was

A phoney smile of irony
A double bed with a single sheet

A ceiling mirror with a focus switch
A blackest night
A lack of might
A lower lip's tiny little twitch