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Chuck E's In Love|Close
How come he don't come and p.l.p. with me
Down at the meter no more?
How come he turn off the TV
And he hang that sign on the door?
We call and we call "How come?" we say
What could make a boy behave this way?
He learn all of the lines, and every time he
don't stutter when he talk
And it's true! It's true! He sure is acquired a
cool and inspired sorta jazz when he walk
Where's his jacket and his old blue jeans?
If this ain't healthy is it some kinda clean?
I think that Chuck E's in love
Chuck E's in love
I don't believe what you're saying to me
This is something I gotta see Is he here?
Look in the poolhall Is he here?
Look in the drugstore Is he here?
No, he don't come here no more
I'll tell you what I saw him
He was sittin' behind us down at the Pantages
And whatever it is that he's got up his sleeve
I hope it isn't contagious
What's her name? Is that her there?
Christ, I think he's even combed his hair!
Is that her? What's her name?
Oh, it's never going to be same.
But that's not her
I know what's wrong--
Chuck E's in love with the little girl who's singing this song
Chuck E's in love
Chuck E's in love with me
On Saturday Afternoons In 1963|Close
The most as you'll ever go
Is back where you used to know
If grown-ups could laugh this slow
Where as you watch the hour snow
Years may go by
So hold on to your special friend
Here, you'll need something to keep her in :
"Now you stay inside this foolish grin ... "
Though any day your secrets end
Then again
Years may go by
You saved your own special friend
'Cuz here you need something to hide her in
And you stay inside that foolish grin
When everyday now secrets end
Oh and then again
Years may go by
Night Train|Close
Here I'm going
Walkin' with my baby in my arms
'Cuz I am in the wrong end of the eight ball black
And the devil, see, he's right behind us
And this worker said she's gonna take my little baby
My little angel back
But they won't getcha,
'Cuz I'm right here witcha
On the Night Train
Swing low, Saint Cadillac
Tearin' down the alley
And I'm reachin' so high for ya
Don't let 'em take me back
Broken like valiums and chumps in the rain
That cry and quiver
When a blue horizon is sleeping in the station
With a ticket for a train
Surely mine will deliver me there
Here she comes ...
I'm safe here with you
On the Night Train
Oh mamma, mamma,
Concrete is wheeling by
Down at the end of a lullaby
On the Night Train
Young Blood|Close
Take a walk around midnight in the City
Young Blood is hiding there somewhere
If you're looking for something to do
There's always something happening there
Like I & Bragger, we borrowed a coupe today
Here come Pepe and she's got a friend in a Chevrolet
But she ain't running
She's walking a little slow
And she ain't crying-- she's just singing a little low
They say this city will make you dirty
But you look all right
You feel real pretty when he's holding you tight
City will make you mean
But that's the make-up on your face
Love will wash you clean in the night's disgrace
Find a block where your people can find you
Keep a third eye watching behind you
You never know when you're making a memory
They will wish they were here together again, someday
Kids looking for something to get into--
Take a look
Two for the movie show
Three in the back row
Hold on tight!
Remember, you might have looked like cool twelve
But your fuse felt just like dynamite
City will make you dirty
But you look all right
You feel real pretty when he's holding you tight
City will make you mean
But that's the make-up on your face
Love will wash you clean in the night...
Take a walk around midnight in the City
Young Blood will find you there, somewhere
And if you're looking for something to do
There's always something happening there
Something's happening there,
Something's happening there
Easy Money|Close
There was a Joe
Leanin' on the back door
A couple Jills with their eyes on a couple bills
Their eyes was statin'
They was waitin'
To get their hands on some easy money
They flipped a dime
One said " well, I'll take heads this time"
One stepped up
One stepped back
One loosened her shoulder strap
She couldn't speak,
Her knees got weak
She could almost taste that easy money
There was this old black cat
Sittin' in an old black cadillac
The Joe smelled sweet
She curled up at her boyfriend's feet
She said "I got a plan
Listen, Sam, how'd ya like to make some Easy Money ? "
He say, "Yes! Oh Yes!
Jus' tell me what you want me to do "
She said, "Baby, you can trust me
Baby, but you must be hidin' in my room
At a quarter to two"
Well, the cat told the boy
"Come up to the room and play with my toy"
But the Jill set the bait
And she wasn't gonna sit around and wait
But this guy was wise to all the lies
And he flies out the door
With the easy money
Because there ain't no man
Who got the money in his hand
Who got any of that bread
Bein' slow in the head
The easier it looks
The hotter it hooks
There ain't no such thing as easy money
We say, "Yes! Oh Yes!"
Saturday night
There was a terrible, terrible fight
Between two dames who was losin' the same game
It wasn't clear,
But I hear somebody was lookin' for some easy money
The Last Chance Texaco|Close
A long stretch of headlights
Bends into I-9
Tiptoe into truck stops
And sleepy diesel eyes
Volcanoes rumble in the taxi
And glow in the dark
Camels in the driver's seat
A slow, easy mark
But you ran out of gas
Down the road a piece
Then the battery went dead
And now the cable won't reach...
It's your last chance
To check under the hood
Last chance
She ain't soundin' too good,
Your last chance
To trust the man with the star
You've found the last chance Texaco
Well, he tried to be Standard
He tried to be Mobil
He tried living in a world
And in a shell
There was this block-busted blonde
He loved her - free parts and labor
But she broke down and died
And threw all the rods he gave her
But this one ain't fuel-injected
Her plug's disconnected
She gets scared and she stalls
She just needs a man, that's all
It's her last chance
Her timing's all wrong
Her last chance
She can't idle this long
Her last chance
Turn her over and go
Pullin' out of the last chance Texaco
The last chance
Danny's All-Star Joint|Close
Downstairs at Danny's all-star joint
They got a juke box that goes doyt-doyt
The vice is nice, they stay in the back all day
But when the nighttime comes, hey-hey
There's this cat down there that makes a bad kinda soup
I come around struttin' my luck in my shoop coupe
Cecil gives me coffee
And he won't never take my coin
I say, " I got thirty dollars in my pocket!
Whatchoo doin'? "
I holler, " Come on, Cecil, take a dollar!
Come on, Cecil, take a ten!
I've finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones
And you're actin' like I'm down-shiftin' "
He knows all the under-riders on the boulevard
They got to barefoot cruise when it's forty-weight hard
They look particularly dead-beat
Permanently pale
Cecil picks up his butcher knife
Waves it at the jail
The kid say, " I ain't got no dough, Joe, I just want some OJ "
I said, " Don't look at me " ( Cuz he was lookin' my way )
Cecil wink upon him some juice and some green
And the kid walks over and puts the quarter in the pinball machine
And he says, " Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar
Come on Cecil gimme five
I'm in a halfway house on a one-way street
And I'm a quarter past left alive "
He can talk about your people in a wonderful way
He can talk about your people 'til your hair turns gray
Coolsville|Close
I and Braggar, and Junior Lee,
well that's the way we always thought it would be
In the Winston lips of September, how we met
Decked out like aces, we'd beat anybody's bet
Cuz we was Coolsville....cuz we was Coolsville
Well you stick it here;
you stick it over there;
it never fits
And now the hungry night wants more and more
and you're chippyin' your little kiss.
I jumped all his jokers,
but he trumped all my tricks
But I swear to God I thought this one was smart enough to stick it into Coolsville.....
and stick it into Coolsville...
Ooh, Daddy, stick it into Coolsville
So now it's J and B, and me,
That sounds close,
but it ain't the same
but that's okay
Hot City don't hurt that much
When everything feels the same
Well the real thing come and the real thing go...
Well the Real Thing is Back in Town...
Ask me if you wanna know The way to Coolsville....
I hear you wanna go back to Coolsville?
Then come on, I'll take you back...to Coolsville
Weasel And The White Boys Cool|Close
Sal was working at Nyro's nook in downtown
Selling articles of congress to these people downtown
He was pretty sleazy when I met him
A weasel in a poor boy's wool
Sal lives in a black vinyl pen in New Jersey
Buys his meat from a whore next door
Wants it rare but he gets it well
A weasel on a short order floor
So, Sal, say good-bye to your mom and your dad
Sal, say good-bye to the barrio
Sal, say good-bye to your buddies and your pals
Angela, Perry and Mario
Kid Sinister with the Bus Stop Blues
A quarter could take you home
A dime could make a dream come true
But a weasel ain't got a dime for the phone
( Does a weasel got a dime for the phone ? )
So, Sal, say good-bye to your mom and your dad
Sal, say good-bye to the barrio
Sal, say good-bye to your buddies and your pals
Angela, Perry and Mario
You dancin' in the welfare lines, Sal
Actin' like some jerk-off fool
When we could lay out eatin' peaches on the beaches
A weasel in a White Boy's cool
But we're all in a white boy's school
( Just like a weasel )
Company|Close
I'll remember you too clearly
But I'll survive another day
Conversations to share
When there's no one there
I'll imagine what you'd say
I'll see you in another life now, baby
I'll free you in my dreams
But when I reach across the galaxy
I will miss your company
Company
I'll be looking for company
Look and listen
Through the years
Someday you may hear me
Still crying for company
So now you're going off to live your life
You say we'll meet each other now and then
But we'll never be the same
And I know I'll never have this chance again
No, not like you
So, I'll see you in another life now baby,
I'll free you in my dreams
But when I reach across the galaxy
I will miss your company
Company
I'll be looking for company
Look and listen
Through the years
Someday you may hear me
Still crying for company
After Hours|Close
All the gang has gone home
Standing on the corner
All alone
You and me, streetlight
We'll paint the town - gray
Oh, we are so many lamps
Who have lost our way
Say goodnight, America
The word still loves a dreamer
And all the gang has gone home
And I'm standing on the corner
All alone
Discography|Close
Rickie Lee Jones (1979, Warner Bros.)
▒ Track
1. Chuck E’s In Love (3:29)
2. On Saturday Afternoons In 1963 (2:32)
3. Night Train (3:15)
4. Young Blood (4:04)
5. Easy Money (3:24)
6. The Last Chance Texaco (4:08)
7. Danny’s All-Star Joint (4:00)
8. Coolsville (3:49)
9. Weasel And The White Boys Cool (6:03)
10. Company (4:49)
11. After Hours (2:38)
▒ Information
released: March 1979
producer: Lenny Waronker; Russ Titelman
Rickie Lee Jones performed vocals and background vocals, guitars, keyboards, and percussion. She also arranged the horn sections.
Michael "Bobby" Boddicker - Synthesizer
Red Callender - Bass
Nick DeCaro - Accordion/Orchestral Arrangements
Buzzy Feiten - Guitars
Victor Feldman - Drums/Keyboards/Percussion
Chuck Findley - Horns
Steve Gadd - Drums
Ralph Grierson - Keyboards
Randy Kerber - Keyboards
Neil Larsen - Keyboards
Arno Lucas - Background Vocals
Johnny Mandel - Orchestral Arrangements
Michael McDonald - Background Vocals
Randy Newman - Synthesizer
Andy Newmark - Drums
Jeffrey Porcaro - Drums
Mac Rebennack - Keyboards
Tom Scott - Horns
Leslie Smith - Background Vocals
Mark Stevens - Drums/Percussion
Fred Tackett - Guitars/Mandolin
Joe Turano - Background Vocals
Ernie Watts - Horns
Willie Weeks - Fender Bass
Matthew Wiener - Background Vocals
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