Music

Side One

1. Starwood in Aspen

   Starwood in Aspen

   It’s a long way from L.A. to Denver, it’s a long time to hang in the sky.
   It’s a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise,
   oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise.

   Springtime is rolling ’round slowly, gray skies are bringing me down.
   Can’t remember when I’ve ever been so lonely,
   I’ve forgot what it’s like to be home, can’t remember what it’s like to be home.

   I think of my lady’s sweet memory, I think on my children’s sweet smiles.
   I think of my home at Starwood in Aspen, all my friends and the snow-covered hills,
   oh, my friends are the snow-covered hills.

   Can I tell you I’m happy to be here to share and consider this time?
   For I see here the shadows of changes, and a feeling of new friends to find,
   and I see here some new friends to find.

   It’s a long way from this place to Denver, it’s a long time to hang in the sky.
   It’s a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise,
   oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise.

   (written by John Denver)
2. Everyday

   Everyday

   Every day, it’s a-getting closer, going faster than a roller coaster.
   Love like yours will surely come my way.
   Every day, it’s a-getting faster, everyone says go ahead and ask her.
   love like yours will surely come my way.

   Every day seems a little longer, in every way my love’s a little stronger.
   Come what may, do you ever long for true love from me?

   Every day, it’s a-getting closer, going faster than a roller coaster.
   Love like yours will surely come my way.
   Every day, it’s a-getting faster, everyone says go ahead and ask her.
   love like yours will surely come my way.

   Every day seems a little longer, in every way my love’s a little stronger.
   Come what may, do you ever long for true love from me?

   Every day, it’s a-getting closer, going faster than a roller coaster.
   Love like yours will surely come my way.
   Love like ours will surely be here to stay.

   (written by Hardin/Petty)
3. Casey’s Last Ride

   Casey’s Last Ride

   Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down
   the stairway to the subway in the shadows down below.
   Following their footsteps through the neon darkened corridors
   of silent desperation, never speaking to a soul.
   The poison air he’s breathing has the dirty smell of dying
   ’cause it’s never seen the sunshine, and it’s never felt the rain.
   But Casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatal echoes
   of the clicking of the turnstile and the rattle of his chains.

   “Oh,” she said, “Casey it’s been so long since I’ve seen you.
   “Here,” she said, “just a kiss to make a body smile.”
   “See,” she said, “I’ve put on new stockings just to please you.
   “Lord,” she said, “Casey can you only stay awhile?”

   Casey leaves the underground and stops inside the Golden Crown
   for something wet to wipe away the chill that’s on his bones.
   Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men
   who reach for anything they can to keep from going home.
   Standing in the corner, Casey drinks his pint of bitter,
   never glancing in the mirror at the people passing by.
   Then he stumbles as he’s leaving, and he wonders if the reason
   is the beer that’s in his belly or the tear that’s in his eye.

   “Oh,” she said, “I suppose you seldom think about me.”
   “Now,” she said, “now that you’ve a family of your own.”
   “Still,” she said, “it’s so blessed good to feel your body,”
   “Lord,” she said, “Casey, it’s a shame to be alone.”

   “Oh,” she said, “Casey it’s been so long since I’ve seen you.
   “Here,” she said, “just a kiss to make a body smile.”
   “See,” she said, “I’ve put on new stockings just to please you.
   “Lord,” she said, “Casey can you only stay awhile?”
   “Lord,” she said, “Casey, it’s a shame to be alone.”

   (written by Kristofferson)
4. City of New Orleans

   City of New Orleans

   Riding on the “City of New Orleans,” Illinois Central Monday Morning Rail.
   Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
   three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail.
   They’re out on the south-bound odyssey and the train pulls out of Kankakee.
   Rolling long past houses, farms and fields.
   Passing towns that have no name, freight yards full of old gray men,
   the graveyards of the rusted automobiles,

   Singing, good morning America, how are you?
   Saying, don’t you know me, I’m your native son?
   I’m the train they call “The City of New Orleans”.
   I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

   Dealing cards with the old men in the club car.
   Plenty of points, ain’t no one keeping score.
   Say, won’t you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle.
   And feel the wheels rumbling ‘neath the floor.
   And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers
   ride their father’s magic carpet made of steel.
   And the days are full of restless, and the dreams are full of memories,
   and the echoes of the freight train whistles clear.

   Singing, good morning America, how are you?
   Saying, don’t you know me, I’m your native son?
   I’m the train they call “The City of New Orleans”.
   I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

   But it’s twilight on the city of New Orleans, talk about a pocket full of friends.
   Halfway home and we’ll be there by morning.
   With no tomorrow waiting ’round the bend.

   Singing good night, America, I love you.
   Saying, don’t you know me, I’m your native son?
   I’m the train they call “The City of New Orleans”.
   I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

   Singing, good morning America, how are you?
   Saying, don’t you know me, I’m your native son?
   I’m the train they call “The City of New Orleans”.
   I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

   (written by Goodman)
5. Friends With You

   Friends With You

   What a friend we have in time. Gives us children, makes us wine.
   Tells us what to take or leave behind.
   And the gifts of growing old, all the stories to be told
   of the feelings more precious than gold.

   Friends I will remember you, think of you, pray for you.
   And when another day is through, I’ll still be friends with you.

   Baby’s days are never long. Mother’s laugh is baby’s song.
   Gives us all the hope to carry on.

   Friends I will remember you, think of you, pray for you.
   And when another day is through, I’ll still be friends with you.
   Friends I will remember you, think of you, pray for you.
   And when another day is through, I’ll still be friends with you.
   My friends, I will remember you, think of you, pray for you.
   And when another day is through, I’ll still be friends with you.

   (written by Danoff)
6. 60 Second Song For A Bank, With The Phrase “May We Help You Today?”

   60 Second Song For A Bank, With The Phrase “May We Help You Today?”

   Oh, I love the changing seasons. Green and growing all around.
   Smiling faces, laughing children, making such a joyful sound.
   In my dreams, I see tomorrow, time and children of my own.
   Someone who will stand beside me, helping me to make ourselves a home.
   If your eyes can see tomorrow, though it might seem far away.
   If you have some dreams to build on, may we help you today?

Side Two

1. Blow Up Your TV (Spanish Pipe Dream)

   Blow Up Your TV (Spanish Pipe Dream)

   She was a levelheaded dancer on the road to alcohol,
   I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal.
   Well, she pressed her chest against me about the time the jukebox broke.
   She gave me a peck on the back of the neck, and these are the words she spoke.

   Blow up your TV, throw away your paper, go to the country, build you a home.
   Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches, try and find Jesus on your own.

   I sat there at the table, and I acted real naive.
   Cause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleeve.
   She danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy coo.
   Yeah, singing a song all night long, telling me what to do.

   Blow up your TV, throw away your paper, go to the country, build you a home.
   Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches, try and find Jesus on your own.

   Well, I was young and hungry, and about to leave that place.
   Just as I was going, she looked me in the face.
   I said “You must know the answer,” she said “No, but I’ll give it a try.”
   To this day we’ve been living our way, here is the reason why.

   We blew up your TV, threw away your paper, went to the country, build us a home.
   Had a lot of children, fed ’em on peaches, they all found Jesus on their own.

   (written by J. Prine)
2. All Of My Memories

   All Of My Memories

   All of my memories lay in the lights of the highway.
   All of my nights in old motels and sleeping alone.
   All of my days on the road with no one beside me.
   All of my dreams of a place that I can call home.
   Somewhere in the shade, near the sound of a sweet singing river.
   Somewhere in the sun where the mountains make love to the sky.
   Somewhere to build me a faith, a farm and a family.
   Somewhere to grow older, and somewhere a reason to try.

   ‘Cause I’m tired of big cities, and so tired of big city ways.
   Scratching off sunsets, and walking around in the maze.
   Some sweet taxi dancer trying to save me from being alone.
   Ah, it’s much worse than lonely, there is no place that I really belong, I want to be home.
   I’m leaving this city life, and by night I’m flying away.
   I’m leaving tomorrow and all of the old yesterdays.
   I’m leaving the trash cans, the bright lights, and telephone lines.
   I’m leaving my sorrows and all of my memories behind to see what I find.

   Somewhere in the shade, near the sound of a sweet singing river.
   Somewhere in the sun where the mountains make love to the sky.
   Somewhere to build me a faith, a farm and a family.
   Somewhere to grow older, and somewhere to lay down and die.
3. She Won’t Let Me Fly Away

   She Won’t Let Me Fly Away

   Well, I wake up late in the afternoon. I eat my eggs with the evening news.
   And the sun’s gone down before I find my shoes.
   Music fills the air, but it’s all the blues.
   She won’t let me fly away, she won’t let me fly away.

   Well, we got no heat and the window’s broke,
   The storm rains came, everything got soaked.
   And there’s no bread left, nothing here to smoke,
   and the Lord looks down saying, “Can’t you take a joke?”
   She won’t let me fly away, she won’t let me fly away.

   The palm tree’s just a picture on a postcard,
   the ocean’s just a memory in my dream.
   And a man comes a TV selling soapsuds to dirty up my rivers and my streams.

   Like a mystery movie without an end. When you think it’s over, it just begins.
   It’s not always true that the good guy wins,
   I been down so long that I got the bends.

   She won’t let me fly away, she won’t let me fly away.
   She won’t let me fly away, she won’t let me fly away.
   She won’t let me fly away, she won’t let me fly away.
   She won’t let me fly away, she won’t let me fly away.

   (written by Danoff)
4. Readjustment Blues

   Readjustment Blues

   Just out of the infantry this morning, I had to pay my dues across the sea.
   No one back in boot camp ever warned me
   what the readjustment blues would do to me.
   “Welcome to Havannah”, said the pilot.
   “We must have made a wrong turn on the way.
   Let’s buy some cigars and keep it quiet,
   if they don’t know we’re here we’ll get away.”

   Just as I had realized he was joking, I saw we were in Washington D.C.
   ‘Cause there was all the patriotic buildings, just like I had seen them on TV.
   It must have been a holiday, ’cause there was this parade.
   People carried signs, I couldn’t read, that they had made
   ‘Till I got closer and my heart fell to my socks,
   there was a battle raging and the air was filled with teargas and rocks.
   There was the flag I’d fought against so often,
   the one I fought for hanging upside down.
   The wind was blowing hard, the dirt was flying,
   it made the city sky look dark and brown.

   I saw a girl, she could have been my sister,
   except her hair was long and in her face.
   She explained this was a demonstration against the war and for the human race.
   Now, I’ve seen a lot of strange things in my travels. Cannibals, yes, and aliens galore.
   But I never thought I’d see so many people saying we don’t want your war!
   The troops all had on uniforms just like the one I’d worn,
   but they were all domestic and my duty chose war.
   They carried guns just like the ones across the sea,
   except this time, I was the citizen, and they were pointing their guns at me.
   Yes, I was just a citizen, and I was walking down the street,
   And it was just that night, the readjustment blues got through to me.

   (written by Danoff)
5. The Eagle and the Hawk

   The Eagle and the Hawk

   I am the eagle, I live in high country in rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky.
   I am the hawk, and there’s blood on my feathers.
   But time is still turning, they soon will be dry.
   And all those who see me, and all who believe in me
   share in the freedom I feel when I fly.

   Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops.
   Sail o’er the canyons and up to the stars.
   And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
   and all that we can be, and not what we are.
6. Tools

   Tools

   Tools was a baby rabbit, he was a friend of mine.
   His momma and poppa, brothers and sisters left him all behind.
   He came into our house to brighten up a couple of days.
   Tools, you made me smile a lot, and I wish you could’ve stayed.