Traces of the western slopes — текст песни (Rickie Lee Jones)

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?