Traces of the western slopes - Rickie Lee Jones, Sal Bernardi

    We go down round
    The far side of the tracks
    Lolitas playing dominoes and poker
    Behind their daddy's shacks
    Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys
    On a pearl splashing glass
    If they give us any flack
    If they come up on our ass
    We'll just give 'em the go-by
    The Cadillac pass

    Take me now
    From the blue and pale room I'd follow
    Through the faces and the traces of
    Treasure I keep hearing inside me
    Madmen throw their voices
    From pretty boys
    And from the best ones
    You pick up connections
    As they hand you your directions
    To the Western Slope

    I lied to my angel so I could take you downtown
    I'd lie to anybody there was nobody else around
    And I know what people say about me
    But I lied to my angel and now he can't find me

    I'm sorry
    I saw him
    I saw him
    Laughing
    I could hear them
    Laughing
    Alive
    I could hear them

    E. A. Poe
    And Johnny Johnson
    If you dial in
    They're calling from the Western Slope
    Who's the thin thread of light
    That keeps you strangled in the scenery
    That follows my voice --- can you se me?
    Then follow my voice

    Who raised this banner?
    That no one hears --- The Jack
    Beneath the axis
    Digging under the current
    Someone's trying to get back
    But who's qualified to retrieve
    The soul's enduring song?
    From the grottos of her eyes
    And the clashing stars

    E. A. Poe
    And Johnny Johnson
    If you dial in
    They're calling from the Western Slope
    Who's the thin thread of light
    That keeps you strangled in the scenery
    That follows my voice --- can you se me?
    Then follow my voice --- see me?

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