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Lyrics from "High Desert" - Original Tunes

Posted on March 5, 2010

Glad To Be Here (Knowles)

Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing here on earth

Living in these boxes is both a blessing and a curse

Then I take my shoes off, let my feet hug the ground

Some old ancient memory starts to bring me back around

I’m just glad to be here

It’s so good to see you

I’m just glad to be alive

Yeah, sometimes I wonder what you’re doing in my life

How did I get so lucky that you’ve stayed here all this time?

With all my bad connections you’ve seen the darker side of me

I’ve opened up my closets and let my skeletons run free

And I’m just glad to be here

It’s so good to know you

I’m just glad to be in love with you

I’m so glad to be here

It’s so good to be here

It’s so good to see you

I’m just glad to be alive

I’m just to be here

It’s so good to see you

I’m just glad to be in love with you

I’m just glad to be here

And it’s so good to see you

I’m just glad to be

Jesus Ain't Coming Back (That Way)

(Knowles/Storto)

Some say he'll come back with a band of angels

armed to the teeth with a heart full of vengeance

some say he'll be there to smite the unbelievers and

lay waste to the liberals who tried to mislead us

But... Jesus ain't coming back that way

I don't think Jesus is coming back that way

People dress up to greet him, every sunday

but he wore rags and sandals and fed the hungry

He won't be locked and loaded to kill the heathens

and he won't drive a Hummer or a jet aeroplane (or jet fighter plane)

No Jesus ain't coming back that way

I don't think Jesus is coming back that way

Preacher on the TV, says he'll have a mansion

bigger than the one that he already has

but he can't afford to help the homeless

‘cause he's building a building to praise the Lord

I don't think Jesus is coming back that way

No, Jesus ain't coming back that way.

High Desert (Storto)

His wife left his side ‘bout three years ago

Took the kids, the car and his life

Day after day he gets up to make a buck

Selling futures, funds and lies

Your sister was his mother her shoes you could fill

If he’d only put the bottle aside

Jack and Jose hang around all day

And kick us out as soon as we arrive

Mama I think he might die tonight

I saw the dust settle in his eyes

His heart struggles on but his soul hit the road

It’s been driving the high desert tonight

Waits for a promise and melodies fine

He’s falling apart here tonight

Hopes not to make it to see 50 this year

I pray his prayer’s denied

Mama I think he might die tonight

I saw the dust settle in his eyes

His heart struggles on but his soul hit the road

It’s been driving the high desert tonight

Lookout Radio (Knowles/J. Kerouac)

Well, the stars have disappeared and the smoke's coming in from the east

momma's not happy, no she still can't kill the beast

It's been pawing at her ceiling and windows for more than a few years now

she's been struggling with an antidote - and there's just may be one way out

I hope i'm coming in clear from this lookout radio

you may have heard it all before but now there could be nowhere else to go

from up here on the hill, I see it's moving your way and it's not moving slow

Am i coming in clear from this lookout radio?

"Meanwhile the sunsets are mad orange fools raging in the gloom"

I stole that from Jack, but he's not here to sing the tune

He said "when a baby is born he falls asleep and dreams the dream of life,

and when he dies he awakes again", far away from all this hype

and nothing matters -

Am I coming in clear from this lookout radio

you may have heard it all before but now there could be nowhere else to go

from up here on the hill, I see it's moving your way and it's not moving slow

Am i coming in clear from this lookout radio?

Open your eyes and you will see the truth

Open your ears and you will hear it too

Walk along this field of drowned dreams

You'll think everything is wrong with you

But there's a man inside you've been pushing down

and now he wants to break right through

Am I coming in clear from this lookout radio

you may have heard it all before but now there could be nowhere else to go

from up here on the hill, I see it's moving your way and it's not moving slow

Am i coming in clear from this lookout radio?

Radio - Lookout Radio

(Lyrics in bold: Reprinted by permission of SLL/Sterling Lord Literistic, Inc. Copyright by Jack Kerouac)

Can We Turn The Page? (Knowles)

I remember you standing underneath an angry sky

And I was working on a way to make you smile

And we were gonna’ stop the wars, yeah we were gonna’ set it right

We only had to speak the words that were on our minds

Can We Turn the Page?

Quit going back the way we came

Can We Turn The Page?

My eyes are tired of the same old games

Heard about a revolution way back on the radio

But we’re still trying to bail the water from this sinking boat

My friend wants to be a farmer and walk an independent road

But the only thing he can get to grow is a lack of hope

Can We Turn the Page?

Quit going back to yesterday

Can We Turn The Page?

My eyes are tired and we’ve lost our way

Can We Turn the Page?

Quit going back to yesterday

Can We Turn The Page?

My eyes are tired and we’ve lost our way

I remember you standing underneath an angry sky

And I was working on a way to make you smile

Made Off Blues (Knowles/Storto)

Ok, Baby I’ll take a shot

If Triple Sec is all we’ve got

And a PBR to chase it down

It’s all we have between us now

This earthquake’s finally done us in

We’re destined for a life of sin

Winter’s come and the fire has gone

And there’s no wheels for moving on

It may hurt for a long time

But we’ll find a way to see the sunshine

It may be dark for a while

We’ll find a way to get by

The scoundrel’s made off with all our goods

Left us nothing but love to get us through

It’s all we need and maybe some bread

A cup of wine and a place for a bed

It may hurt for a long time

But we’ll find a way to see the sunshine

It may be dark for a long while

We’ll find a way to get by

Ok, Baby I’ll take a shot

If Triple Sec is all we’ve got

And a PBR to chase it down

It’s all we have between us now

It may hurt for a long time

But we’ll find a way to see the sunshine

It may be dark for a long while

We’ll find a way to get by…

Nogales (Knowles/Storto)

Outside of Nogales

The roses have gone away

I keep trying to tell myself that everything’s okay

But California’s burning down a little more each day

Jacked up in the dirty heat

The man has had his way

Don’t bring me back, let me go now

I’m almost there

Out there in the road ahead is the feeling I’ve always chased

One day I’ll run it down before it gets away

I’m all done with crying and grasping for the past

You can come if you want to just cover up your tracks

Don’t bring me back, let me go now

I’m almost there

I can’t look back, just let me go now

I’m almost there

What’s Wrong With My World?

(Knowles/Storto)

That woman on the street, she’s teaching what the school’s don’t teach

How to be kind

I reach down in the pocket of my jeans and find a pill that makes me serene and right beside it is just one dime

So I slip it out and flip it in her hat then figure that’s the end of that as I make my way to teller line

But now I know something’s out of whack ‘cause here comes another panic attack

Should I take her home and feed her my wine

Or should I pump another tank of gas, hit the road and keep running fast past the thoughts that keep coming back

What’s wrong with my world?

There’s a child in a faraway land, doesn’t know why he lost his hands

They don’t show him on the nightly news

It doesn’t fit with the national plan ‘cause round here nobody takes a stand

Out of sight, out of view

So I reach down in the pocket of my jeans

And grab the pill that makes me serene

There’s nothing like some artificial peace

I think I’ll pump another tank of gas, hit the road and keep running fast past the thoughts that keep coming back

What’s wrong with my world?

I think I’ll pump another tank of gas, hit the road and keep running fast past the thoughts that keep coming back

What’s wrong with my world?

(Ah, that’s it)