Skeletons Written by Rickie Lee Jones (Pirates)

She was pregnant in May Now they're on their way Dashing thru the snow To St. John's, here we go

Well, it could be a boy But it's okay if he's a girl Oh, these things that grow out of The things that we give

We should move to the west side They still believe in things That give a kid half a chance

When he pulled off the road Step in a waltz of red moonbeams Said he fit an APB, A robbery nearby

And he go for his wallet And they thought he was going for a gun And the cops blew Bird away

Some kids like watching Saturday cartoons Some girls listen to records all day in their rooms But what do birds leave behind, of the wings that they came with If a son's in a tree building model planes? Skeletons, Skeletons

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Pirates (So Long Lonely Avenue) Written by Rickie Lee Jones (Pirates)

Come on - Joey get out of school We got places to go A '57 Lincoln you got a radio that hurts And the girls like to touch it Just to find out if it works But don't look at me It wasn't me

Joey live on the edge of the corner Of living on the run I like to ride in the middle I'm just tryin' to have some fun Until the Pirates come And take me

And I won't need a pilot Got a pirate who might sail Somewhere I heard far away You answer me So I'm holding on To your rainbow sleeves

Well, good-bye boys, Oh my buddy boys, Oh my sad-eyed Sinatras It's a cold globe around the sea You keep the shirt that I bought ya And I know you'll get the chance to make it And nothin's gonna stop you You just reach right out and take it You say - So long, lonely Avenue So long lonely avenue

I'll see you there Wait 'n see Be lookin' for me Just like you Just like me

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Coolsville Written by Rickie Lee Jones (Rickie Lee Jones)

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.

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Stewart's coat Written by Rickie Lee Jones (Traffic from Paradise)

Hold me love, I can't sleep again Will I have to kiss your nose? I wanna lay here next to him, love I remember walking in the rain Rain was falling on my hands I don't wanna live through that again, no Outside the heart it gets dark now And I was walking in the park now Children singing songs that Will now make all our dreams come true I'm in love with you I know it takes is love Love is a healing thing When you give everything You're loving the world The world gives you love to hold onto Remembering, we seldom remember love

(Somewhere) Just give me many chances (Far away) I'll see you through it all (Remember) Just give me time to learn to crawl

In September, when the rain comes, and the wind blows, I will see you walking in that coat, oh And if you let me, I will keep you here inside the stars, I will love the sound of my sheets Oh, you have moved beneath them

(Somewhere) Just give me many chances (Far away) I'll see you through it all (Remember) Just give me time to learn to crawl

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Matters Written by Rickie Lee Jones & Lee Cantelon (GHoSTYhead)

What you wish for, what you think The photographs you carry around What whispers to yourself when you're finally gone What you take when you go Adds up to the big number What you leave with Who you know Makes the big picture matter It doesn't matter if you're fat Wear a helmet or wear a hat If you're sorry or if you're sure Who you are is who you were, who you were matters So deep inside yourself Looking out at everyone else Think a thing, in a while you meet it on the street Because it matters... Ah...house across the sand

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A Second Chance

Written by Rickie Lee Jones (The Evening of My Best Day)

Summertime and everything is sweet Walking barefoot to the circle k On the burning street Summertime and everything's on fire This town is a drive-by for the Whole inland empire

But down on the boulevard They take it very hard

But it's alright, it's OK I was going to move out of here anyway Don't look at me, I've got nothing to say Countdown to ecstasy

They are very rich, those boys uptown They got so much now they wanna Let it trickle down

La la la la la la

Summertime and everything is chill Cops and gangsters cruising Everybody's dressed to kill Summertime and everything is cool In the halfway house for sex offenders By the school They're laughing, they're dancing They're calling everyone

Step right up, don't be shy Buy a second chance You need a favor? I got a guy Who can buy you a second chance...

But it's alright with me If they lock you up Then I can be free Six of you Half a dozen of me So count down... Alright, OK, I was gonna move out of there anyway Don't look at me I've got nothing to say As you countdown to ecstasy Countdown to ecstasy

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