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Solo Acoustic, Vol 1 & 2

Released: 2008

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Solo Acoustic, Vol 1 & 2

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  • 1. THE BARRICADES OF HEAVEN
    Running down around the towns along the shore
    When I was sixteen and on my own
    No, I couldnt tell you what the hell those brakes were for
    I was just trying to hear my song

    Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar
    Wed all get in the van and play
    Life became the Paradox, the Bear, the Rouge et Noir
    And the stretch of road running to L.A.

    Pages turning
    Pages we were years from learning
    Straight into the night our hearts were flung
    Better bring your own redemption when you come
    To the barricades of Heaven where Im from

    All the world was shining from those hills
    The stars above and the lights below
    Among those there to test their fortunes and their wills
    I lost track of the score long ago

    Pages turning
    Pages we were years from learning
    Straight into the night our hearts were flung
    Better bring your own redemption when you come
    To the barricades of Heaven where Im from

    Childhood comes for me at night
    Voices of my friends
    Your face bathing me in light
    Hope that never ends

    Pages turning
    Pages torn and pages burning
    Faded pages, open in the sun
    Better bring your own redemption when you come
    To the barricades of Heaven where Im from.
    Better bring your own redemption when you come
    To the barricades of Heaven where Im from

    By Jackson Browne, Jeff Young, Kevin McCormick, Scott Thurston, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Luis Conte
    1996 Swallow Turn Music, Glad Brad Music, Inc., Eye Cue Music, adm. by Almo Music Corp, Bateria Music, Irague Music, ASCAP / Neurp Songs, Faux Music, Longitude Music Co., all rights on behalf of Faux Music, adm. by Longitude Music Co. BMI
    All Rights Reserved
  • 2. THESE DAYS
    Well Ive been out walking
    I dont do that much talking these days
    These days
    These days I seem to think a lot
    About the things that I forgot to do for you
    And all the times I had the chance to

    And I had a lover
    Its so hard to risk another these days
    These days
    Now if I seem to be afraid
    To live the life I have made in song
    Well its just that Ive been losing so long

    Ill keep on moving
    Things are bound to be improving these days
    One of these days
    These days I sit on corner stones
    And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend
    Dont confront me with my failures
    I had not forgotten them

    Words and Music by Jackson Browne
    1973 Open Window Music ASCAP, Companion Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 3. THE BIRDS OF ST. MARKS
    Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying

    A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing
    If she could see her mirror now
    She would be free of those who bow and
    Scrape the ground beneath her feet

    Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses
    Watches as each moment goes that never really know us
    And so it seems she doesn't care
    If she has dreams of no one there
    Within the shadows of her room

    But all my frozen words agree, and say it's time to
    Call back, all the birds I sent to
    Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm
    Weary of the nights I've seen
    Inside these empty halls

    Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets
    And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets
    Maybe we've found what we have lost
    When we've unwound so many crossed entangling
    Misunderstandings; but

    All my frozen words agree and say it's time to
    Call back all the birds I sent to
    Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm
    Weary of the nights I've seen
    Inside these empty walls

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1970 Open Window Music ASCAP, Criterion ASCAP
  • 4. FOUNTAIN OF SORROW
    Looking through some photographs I found inside a drawer
    I was taken by a photograph of you
    There were one or two I know that you would have liked a little more
    But they didnt show your spirit quite as true
    You were turning round to see who was behind you
    And I took your childish laughter by surprise
    And at the moment that my camera happened to find you
    There was just a trace of sorrow in your eyes

    Now the things that I remember seem so distant and so small
    Though it hasnt really been that long a time
    What I was seeing wasnt what was happening at all
    Although for a while our paths did seem to climb
    But when you see through loves illusions, there lies the danger
    And your perfect lover looks like a perfect fool
    So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger
    While the loneliness seems to spring from your life like a fountain from a pool

    Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
    Youve known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
    Youve had to hide sometimes but now youre all right
    And its good to see your smiling face tonight

    Now for you and me it may not be that hard to reach our dreams
    But that magic feeling never seems to last
    And while the futures there for anyone to change still you know it seems
    It would be easier sometimes to change the past
    Im just one or two years and a couple of changes behind you
    In my lessons at loves pain and heartache school
    Where if you feel too free and you need something to remind you
    Theres this loneliness springing up from your life
    Like a fountain from a pool

    Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
    Youve known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
    Youve had to hide sometimes but now youre all right
    And its good to see your smiling face tonight

    Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
    Youve known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
    Youve had to struggle, youve had to fight
    To keep understanding and compassion in sight
    You could be laughing at me, youve got the right
    But you go on smiling so clear and so bright

    Words and Music by Jackson Browne
    Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 5. YOUR BRIGHT BABY BLUES
    Im sitting down by the highway
    Down by that highway side
    Everybodys going somewhere
    Riding just as fast as they can ride
    I guess theyve got a lot to do
    Before they can rest assured
    Their lives are justified
    Pray to God for me, baby
    He can let me slide

    Ive been up and down this highway
    Far as my eyes can see
    No matter how fast I run
    I can never seem to get away from me
    No matter where I am
    I cant help feeling Im just a day away from where I want to be
    Now Im running home, baby
    Like a river to the sea

    Baby if you can see me
    Out across this wilderness
    Theres just one thing
    I was hoping you might guess
    Baby you can free me
    All in the power of your sweet tenderness

    I can see it in your eyes
    Youve got those bright baby blues
    You dont see what youve got to gain
    But you dont like to lose
    You watch yourself from the sidelines
    Like your life is a game you dont mind playing to keep yourself amused
    I dont mean to be cruel, baby
    But youre looking confused

    Baby if you can hear me
    Turn down your radio
    Theres just one thing
    I want you to know
    When youve been near me
    Ive felt the love stirring in my soul

    Its so hard to come by
    That feeling of peace
    This friend of mine said,
    "Close your eyes and try a few of these"
    I thought I was flying like a bird so far above my sorrow
    But when I looked down I was standing on my knees
    Now I need someone to help me
    Someone to help me, please

    Baby if you need me
    Like I know I need you
    Theres just one thing
    Ill ask you to do
    Take my hand and lead me
    To the hole in your garden wall
    And pull me through

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1976 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP and WB Music Corp
    All Rights Reserved
  • 6. FOR A DANCER
    Keep a fire burning in your eye
    Pay attention to the open sky
    You never know what will be coming down
    I dont remember losing track of you
    You were always dancing in and out of view
    I mustve thought youd always be around
    Always keeping things real by playing the clown
    Now youre nowhere to be found

    Dont know what happens when people die
    Cant seem to grasp it as hard as I try
    Its like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
    That I cant sing, I cant help listening

    And I cant help feeling stupid standing round
    Crying as they ease you down
    Cause I know that youd rather we were dancing
    Dancing our sorrow away
    Right on dancing
    Theres nothing you can do about it anyway
    Just do the steps that youve been shown
    By everyone youve ever known
    Until the dance becomes your very own
    No matter how close to yours
    Anothers steps have grown
    In the end there is one dance youll do alone

    Keep a fire for the human race
    Let your prayers go drifting into space
    You never know what will be coming down
    Perhaps a better world is drawing near
    And just as easily it could all disappear
    Along with whatever meaning you might have found
    Dont let the uncertainty turn you around
    Go on and make a joyful sound
    Into a dancer you have grown
    From a seed somebody else has thrown
    Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
    And somewhere between the time you arrive
    And the time you go
    May lie a reason you were alive
    But youll never know

    Words and Music by Jackson Browne
    Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 7. TOO MANY ANGELS
    There's an angel on a ribbon
    Hanging from the armoire door
    There's a cupid with his feet crossed
    On the bird cage by the door
    There's a baby angel drummer
    His eyes are open wide
    And two more tiny cherubs
    On the mantle side by side
    Too many angels
    Have seen me crying
    Too many angels
    Have heard you lying

    There are photographs of children
    All in their silver frames
    On the window sills and tabletops
    Lit by candle flames
    And upon their angel faces
    Life's expectations climb
    Where the moment has preserved them
    From the ravages of time
    Too many angels
    Have seen me crying
    Too many angels
    Have heard you lying

    Bring the morning on
    Voices sing of day
    I want to step out in the morning sun
    Through the flood of tears
    I want this darkness gone
    Your sweet face appears
    These apparitions coming one by one
    But there's no end in sight
    Only the dead of night

    And too many angels

    Too many angels
    Have seen me crying
    Too many angels
    Have heard you lying
    Too many angels
    Bring the morning on
    Voices sing of day
    I want to step out in the morning sun
    Through this flood of tears
    I want to greet the dawn
    Cast away these fears
    Forget about the things we could have done
    Bring the morning on
    Voices sing of day
    I want to watch the children as they run
    Through the broken years
    I want this darkness gone
    Your sweet face appears
    These apparitions coming one by one
    But there's no end in sight
    Only the dead of night
    And too many angels

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1993 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 8. FOR EVERYMAN
    Everybody I talk to is ready to leave
    With the light of the morning
    Theyve seen the end coming down long enough to believe
    That theyve heard their last warning
    Standing alone
    Each has his own
    Ticket in his hand
    And as the evening descends
    I sit thinking bout Everyman

    Seems like Ive always been looking for some other place
    To get it together
    Where with a few of my friends I could give up the race
    And maybe find something better
    But all my fine dreams
    Well thought out schemes
    To gain the motherland
    Have all eventually come down to waiting for Everyman

    Waiting here for Everyman
    Make it on your own if you think you can
    If you see somewhere to go, I understand
    Waiting here for Everyman
    Dont ask me if hell show
    Baby, I dont know

    Make it on your own if you think you can
    Somewhere later on youll have to take a stand
    Then youre going to need a hand

    Everybodys just waiting to hear from the one
    Who can give them the answers
    And lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun
    Where sweet childhood still dances
    Wholl come along
    And hold out that strong
    But gentle fathers hand?
    Long ago I heard someone say something bout Everyman

    Waiting here for Everyman
    Make it on your own if you think you can
    If you see somewhere to go, I understand

    Im not trying to tell you that Ive seen the plan
    Turn and walk away if you think I am
    But dont think too badly of one whos left holding sand
    Hes just another dreamer dreaming bout Everyman

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1973 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 9. LIVES IN THE BALANCE
    Ive been waiting for something to happen
    For a week or a month or a year
    With the blood in the ink of the headlines
    And the sound of the crowd in my ear
    You might ask what it takes to remember
    When you know that youve seen it before
    Where a government lies to a people
    And a country is drifting to war

    And theres a shadow on the faces
    Of the men who send the guns
    To the wars that are fought in places
    Where their business interest runs

    On the radio talk shows and the TV
    You hear one thing again and again
    How the USA stands for freedom
    And we come to the aid of a friend
    But who are the ones that we call our friends
    These governments killing their own?
    Or the people who finally cant take any more
    And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
    There are lives in the balance
    There are people under fire
    There are children at the cannons
    And there is blood on the wire

    Theres a shadow on the faces
    Of the men who fan the flames
    Of the wars that are fought in places
    Where we cant even say the names

    They sell us the President the same way
    They sell us our clothes and our cars
    They sell us everything from youth to religion
    The same time they sell us our wars
    I want to know who the men in the shadows are
    I want to hear somebody asking them why
    They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
    But theyre never the ones to fight or to die
    And there are lives in the balance
    There are people under fire
    There are children at the cannons
    And there is blood on the wire

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1986 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 10. LOOKING EAST
    Standing in the ocean with the sun burning low in the west
    Like a fire in the cavernous darkness at the heart of the beast
    With my beliefs and possessions, stopped at the frontier in my chest
    At the edge of my country, my back to the sea, looking east

    Where the search for the truth is conducted with a wink and a nod
    And where power and position are equated with the grace of God
    These times are famine for the soul, while for the senses its a feast
    From the edge of my country, as far as you see, looking east

    Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noon
    Hunger in the mansion, hunger in the rented room
    Hunger on the TV, hunger on the printed page
    And theres a God-sized hunger underneath the laughing and the rage
    In the absence of light
    And the deepening night
    Where I wait for the sun
    Looking east

    How long have I left my mind to the powers that be?
    How long will it take to find the higher power moving in me?

    Power in the insect
    Power in the sea
    Power in the snow falling silently
    Power in the blossom
    Power in the stone
    Power in the song being sung alone
    Power in the wheat field
    Power in the rain
    Power in the sunlight and the hurricane
    Power in the silence
    Power in the flame
    Power in the sound of the lovers name
    The power of the sunrise and the power of a prayer released
    On the edge of my country, I pray for the ones with the least

    Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noon
    Hunger in the banquet, hunger in the bride and groom
    Hunger on the TV, hunger on the printed page
    And theres a God-sized hunger underneath the questions of the age
    And an absence of light
    In the deepening night
    Where I wait for the sun
    Looking east

    By Jackson Browne, Jeff Young, Kevin McCormick, Scott Thurston, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Luis Conte
    1996 Swallow Turn Music, Glad Brad Music, Inc., Eye Cue Music, adm. by Almo Music Corp, Bateria Music, Irague Music, ASCAP / Neurp Songs, Faux Music, Longitude Music Co., all rights on behalf of Faux Music, adm. by Longitude Music Co. BMI
    All Rights Reserved
  • 11. THE PRETENDER
    Im going to rent myself a house
    In the shade of the freeway
    Im going to pack my lunch in the morning
    And go to work each day
    And when the evening rolls around
    Ill go on home and lay my body down
    And when the morning light comes streaming in
    Ill get up and do it again
    Amen

    I want to know what became of the changes
    We waited for love to bring
    Were they only the fitful dreams
    Of some greater awakening
    Ive been aware of the time going by
    They say in the end its the wink of an eye
    And when the morning light comes streaming in
    Youll get up and do it again
    Amen

    Caught between the longing for love
    And the struggle for the legal tender
    Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring
    And the junkman pounds his fender
    Where the veterans dream of the fight
    Fast asleep at the traffic light
    And the children solemnly wait for the ice cream vendor
    Out into the cool of the evening strolls the Pretender
    He knows that all his hopes and dreams begin and end there

    Ah the laughter of the lovers as they run through the night
    Leaving nothing for the others but to choose off and fight
    And tear at the world with all their might
    While the ships bearing their dreams sail out of sight

    Im going to find myself a girl
    Who can show me what laughter means
    And well fill in the missing colors
    In each others paint by number dreams
    And then well put our dark glasses on
    And well make love until our strength is gone
    And when the morning light comes streaming in
    Well get up and do it again
    Get it up again

    Im going to be a happy idiot
    And struggle for the legal tender
    Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
    To the heart and the soul of the spender
    And believe in whatever may lie
    In those things that money can buy
    Thought true love could have been a contender

    Are you there?
    Say a prayer for the Pretender
    Who started out so young and strong
    Only to surrender

    Say a prayer for the pretender
    Are you there for the pretender?
    Say a prayer for the pretender

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1976 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP and WB Music Corp
    All Rights Reserved
  • 12. TAKE IT EASY
    Well Im runnin down the road tryin to loosen my load
    Ive got seven women on my mind
    Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me
    One says shes a friend of mine

    Take it easy, take it easy
    Dont let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy
    Lighten up while you still can
    Dont even try to understand
    Just find a place to make your stand
    And take it easy

    Standin on the corner in Winslow, Arizona
    With such a fine sight to see
    Its a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford
    Slowin down to take a look at me

    Come on baby, dont say maybe
    Ive got to know if your sweet loves gonna save me
    We may lose and we may win
    But we will never be here again
    Open up, Im climbin in
    To take it easy

    Well Im a-runnin down the road tryin to loosen my load
    Got a world of trouble on my mind
    I lookin for a lover who wont blow my cover
    Shes just a little hard to find

    Take it easy, take it easy
    Dont let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy
    Come on baby, dont say maybe
    Gotta know if your sweet loves gonna save me

    Words and music by Jackson Browne and Glen Frey
    Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 1. NEVER STOP
    There are times when I see you, Baby
    Looking back the way we came
    Through some hard places, choices we made
    You never held me to blame
    But you had some dreams when you were a girl
    Some ideas about the world
    And you see how some things will never be the same
    (And how some things never change)

    And I remember how you helped me, Baby
    And all the times you had my back
    And how you wrapped me in your sweetness
    And held my eyes with your eyes
    When my train was off the track
    Now I've got some things that I want to do
    And I want to do them with you
    If you'll just stand by me, and don't look back

    And never stop coming up with all of that love for me
    Never stop coming with your faith in what a love can be
    Never stop coming up with all of that lovev Keep on rising above
    And never stop coming up on the world love wants to see

    And the world has been showing you how
    It's no place for your tender heart now
    In a world that keeps turning you down
    Only the heart knows where the strength can be found

    Never stop coming up with all of that love for me
    Never stop coming with your faith in what a love can be
    Never stop coming up with all of that love
    Keep on rising above
    And never stop coming up on the world love wants to see

    Remember when you look into my eyes
    I'm the one who took you by surprise
    The time has come and gone and come back 'round again
    And I'm still here to take you by surprise my friend

    Show me your eyes, tell me again
    Where you want to go
    Now the night is glowing beneath your skin
    And when you smile I'm the richest man I know

    Lyrics by Jackson Browne
    Music by Jackson Browne, Kevin McCormick, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Jeff Young
    2002 Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP; Eye Cue Music, ASCAP; Bossypants Music/Songs of Windswept Pacific, BMI; Bateria Music, ASCAP; Glad Brad Music, Inc., ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 2. THE NIGHT INSIDE ME
    I used to lay out in a field under the Milky Way
    With everything that I was feeling that I could not say
    With every doubt and every sorrow that was in my way
    Tearing around inside my head like it was there to stay

    Night in my eyes, the night inside me
    There where the shadows and the night could hide me
    Night in my eyes
    Sky full of stars turning over me
    Waiting for night to set me free

    I caught a ride into the city every chance I got
    I wasnt sure there was a name for the life I sought
    Now Im a long way gone down the life I got
    I dont know how I believed some of the things I thought

    Night in my eyes, the night inside me
    Here where the shadows gather to decide me
    Night in my eyes
    Out at the end of light and gravity
    Waiting for night

    It takes the night to clear all of this mess away
    The obligation, the burden and the light of day
    It takes the night to fall between the world I obey
    And a world where I hear angels play
    Maybe I should go back to Spain

    I walk around inside the questions of my day
    I navigate the inner reaches of my disarray
    I pass the altars where fools and thieves hold sway
    I wait for night to come and lift this dread away

    Night in my eyes, the night inside me
    Here where the shadows and the light divide me
    Night in my eyes
    Night full of promise and uncertainty
    Waiting for night to set me free

    Lyrics by Jackson Browne
    Music by Jackson Browne, Kevin McCormick, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Jeff Young
    2002 Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP; Eye Cue Music, ASCAP; Bossypants Music/Songs of Windswept Pacific, BMI; Bateria Music, ASCAP; Glad Brad Music, Inc., ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 3. ENOUGH OF THE NIGHT
    You used to stand on the tables
    You used to shoot out the lights
    You used to stop trucks on I-19
    In your blue leopard tights
    You got the vote of your high school
    Most likely to exceed
    But not likely to ever get enough
    Enough of what you need

    Enough of the night
    Enough of the night

    And now the carnival lights come down
    The sounds of laughter recede
    You sit and drink in this cardboard town
    The fast lane gone to seed
    You used to laugh about the damage done
    But there was no way to know
    How little distance you had actually come
    And how far you'd have to go

    It's tough to do baby
    It's tough to make it

    When the heart is naked
    It's tough for you baby
    It's tough for me too
    Without all this pain to see through

    Now
    I want to see you smile
    You know how
    It's just been a while
    Don't allow

    Another night to close on your empty cup
    You've had enough of those

    Enough of the night
    Enough of the night

    You used to count on the miracles
    The old shot in the dark
    You used to wait for the setting sun
    To help you hit your mark
    You used to stand on the tables
    You used to shoot out the lights
    You dressed right out of the fables
    Like the Arabian Nights

    But you were never the princess
    More like the queen of the thieves
    And my heart was never more than one of the many
    A queen receives

    It's tough to do baby
    It's tough to make it
    When the heart is naked
    It's tough for you baby it's tough for me too
    Without this disdain to see through

    Now
    I want to see you smile
    You know how
    It's just been a while
    Don't allow
    Another heart to pass beyond your reach
    Say "Baby not so fast"

    You've had enough of the night
    To fill the street with tears
    You've had enough of those empty hours
    To last a thousand years

    Enough of the night
    Enough of the tears

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1989 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 4. SOMETHING FINE
    The papers lie there helplessly
    In a pile outside the door
    I've tried and tried, but I just can't remember what they're for
    The world outside is tugging like a beggar at my sleeve
    Ah, that's much too old a story to believe

    And you know that it's taken its share of me
    Even though you take such good care of me
    Now you say "Morocco" and that makes me smile
    I haven't seen Morocco in a long, long while
    The dreams are rolling down across the places in my mind
    And I've just had a taste of something fine

    The future hides and the past just slides
    England lies between
    Floating in a silver mist so cold and so clean
    California's shaking like an angry child will
    Who has asked for love and is unanswered still

    And you know that I'm looking back carefully
    'Cause I know that there's still something there for me
    But you said "Morocco" and you made me smile
    And it hasn't been that easy for a long, long while
    And looking back into your eyes I saw them really shine
    Giving me a taste of something fine
    Something fine

    Now if you see Morocco I know you'll go in style
    I may not see Morocco for a little while
    But while you're there I was hoping you might keep it in your mind
    To save me just a taste of something fine

    Words & music by Jackson Browne
    1971 Open Window Music ASCAP
  • 5. SKY BLUE AND BLACK
    In the calling out to one another
    Of the lovers up and down the strand
    In the sound of the waves and the cries
    Of the seagulls circling the sand
    In the fragments of the songs
    Carried down the wind from some radio
    In the murmuring of the city in the distance
    Ominous and low

    I hear the sound of the world where we played
    And the far-too-simple beauty
    Of the promises we made

    If you ever need holding
    Call my name, Ill be there
    If you ever need holding
    And no holding back, Ill see you through
    Sky blue and black

    Where the touch of the lover ends
    And the soul of the friend begins
    Theres a need to be separate and a need to be one
    And a struggle neither wins
    Where you gave me the world I was in
    And a place I could make a stand
    I could never see how you doubted me
    When Id let go of your hand

    Yeah, and I was much younger then
    And I must have thought that I would know
    If things were going to end

    And the heavens were rolling
    Like a wheel on a track
    And our sky was unfolding
    And itll never fold back
    Sky blue and black

    And Id have fought the world for you
    If I thought that you wanted me to
    Or put aside what was true or untrue
    If Id known thats what you needed
    What you needed me to do

    But the moment has passed by me now
    To have put away my pride
    And just come through for you somehow

    If you ever need holding
    Call my name, Ill be there
    If you ever need holding
    And no holding back, Ill see you through

    Youre the color of the sky
    Reflected in each storefront windowpane
    Youre the whispering and the sighing
    Of my tires in the rain

    Youre the hidden cost and the thing thats lost
    In everything I do
    Yeah, and Ill never stop looking for you
    In the sunlight and the shadows
    And the faces on the avenue
    Thats the way love is
    Thats the way love is
    Thats the way love is
    Sky blue and black

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1993 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 6. IN THE SHAPE OF A HEART
    It was a ruby that she wore
    On a chain around her neck
    In the shape of a heart
    In the shape of a heart
    It was a time I wont forget
    For the sorrow and regret
    And the shape of a heart
    And the shape of a heart
    I guess I never knew
    What she was talking about
    I guess I never knew
    What she was living without

    People speak of love dont know what theyre thinking of
    Wait around for the one who fits just like a glove
    Speak in terms of belief and belonging
    Try to fit some name to their longing
    People speak of love

    There was a hole left in the wall
    From some ancient fight
    About the size of a fist
    Or something thrown that had missed
    And there were other holes as well
    In the house where our nights fell
    Far too many to repair
    In the time that we were there

    People speak of love dont know what theyre thinking of
    Reach out to each other though the push and shove
    Speak in terms of a life and the learning
    Try to think of a word for the burning

    You keep it up
    You try so hard
    To keep a life from coming apart
    And never know
    What breaches and faults are concealed
    In the shape of a heart

    It was the ruby that she wore
    On a stand beside the bed
    In the hour before dawn
    When I knew she was gone
    And I held it in my hand
    For a little while
    And dropped it into the wall
    Let it go, heard it fall
    I guess I never knew
    What she was talking about
    I guess I never knew
    What she was living without

    People speak of love dont know what theyre thinking of
    Wait around for the one who fits just like a glove
    Speak in terms of a life and the living
    Try to find the word for forgiving

    You keep it up
    You try so hard
    To keep a life from coming apart
    And never know
    The shallows and the unseen reefs
    That are there from the start
    In the shape of a heart

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1986 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 7. ALIVE IN THE WORLD
    I want to live in the world, not inside my head
    I want to live in the world, I want to stand and be counted
    With the hopeful and the willing
    With the open and the strong
    With the voices in the darkness
    Fashioning daylight out of song
    And the millions of lovers
    Alive in the world

    I want to live in the world, not behind some wall
    I want to live in the world, where I will hear if another voice should call
    To the prisoner inside me
    To the captive of my doubt
    Who among his fantasies harbors the dream of breaking out
    And taking his chances
    Alive in the world

    To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
    To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world

    With its beauty and its cruelty
    With its heartbreak and its joy
    With it constantly giving birth to life and to forces that destroy
    And the infinite power of change
    Alive in the world

    To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
    To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world
    To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
    To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1996 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 8. CASINO NATION
    In a weapons producing nation under Jesus
    In the fabled crucible of the free world
    Camera crews search for clues amid the detritus
    And entertainment shapes the land
    The way the hammer shapes the hand

    Gleaming faces in the checkout counter at the Church of Fame
    The lucky winners cheer Casino Nation
    All those not on TV only have themselves to blame
    And don't quite seem to understand
    The way the hammer shapes the hand

    Out beyond the ethernet the spectrum spreads
    DC to daylight, the cowboy mogul rides
    Never worry where the gold for all this glory's gonna come from
    Get along dogies, it's coming out of your hides

    The intentional cultivation of a criminal class
    The future lit by brightly burning bridges
    Justice fully clothed to hide the heart of glass
    That shatters in a thousand Ruby Ridges
    And everywhere the good prepare for perpetual war
    And let their weapons shape the plan
    The way the hammer shapes the hand

    Lyrics by Jackson Browne
    Music by Jackson Browne, Kevin McCormick, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Jeff Young
    2002 Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP; Eye Cue Music, ASCAP; Bossypants Music/Songs of Windswept Pacific, BMI; Bateria Music, ASCAP; Glad Brad Music, Inc., ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 9. ALL GOOD THINGS
    All good things got to come to an end
    The thrills have to fade
    Before they come 'round again
    The bills will be paid
    And the pleasure will mend
    All good things got to come to an end

    God I wish I was home
    Laying 'round with my friends
    The call of the wild
    Caution thrown to the wind
    The fall of the child
    Where the longing begins
    All good things got to come to an end

    Like a river flows
    Rolling 'till it ends in the sea
    Our pleasure grows
    Rolling 'till it ends in you and me

    Now as the dark gathers into the sky
    And legions of might go thundering by
    Regions of light grow dim and then die
    And we with our wings
    Wait for morning to fly

    Like a river flows
    Rolling 'till it ends in the sea
    Our pleasure grows
    Rolling 'till it ends in you and me
    Rolling 'till it ends in you and me
    Here where the angels
    Have appeared and are gone
    Your face like an ember
    Glows in the dawn
    But I want you to remember
    All wild deeds live on
    Ail good times, all good friends

    All good things got to come to an end
    The thrills have to fade
    Before they come 'round again
    The bills will be paid
    And the pleasure will mend
    All good things got to come to an end

    All good times, all good friends
    All good things got to come to an end

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1993 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 10. SOMEBODY'S BABY
    Well, just a look at that girl
    With the lights comin up in her eyes
    Shes got to be somebodys baby
    She must be somebodys baby
    All the guys on the corner stand back and let her walk on by
    They say shes got to be somebodys baby
    She must be somebodys baby
    Shes got to be somebodys baby
    Shes so fine

    Shes probably somebodys only light
    Gonna shine tonight
    Yeah, shes probably somebodys baby, all right

    I heard her talkin with her friend
    When she thought nobody else was around
    She said shes got to be somebodys baby
    She must be somebodys baby
    Cause when the cars and the signs and the streetlights light up the town
    Shes got to be somebodys baby
    She must be somebodys baby
    Shes got to be somebodys baby
    Shes so . . .
    Shes gonna be somebodys only light
    Gonna shine tonight
    Yeah, shes gonna be somebodys baby tonight

    I try to shut my eyes, but I cant get her outta my sight
    I know Im gonna know her, but I gotta get over my fright
    Well, Im just gonna walk up to her
    Im gonna talk to her tonight
    Yeah, shes gonna be somebodys only light
    Gonna shine tonight
    Yeah, shes gonna be somebodys baby tonight
    Gonna shine tonight, make her mine tonight

    By Jackson Browne and Danny Kortchmar
    1982 Night Kitchen Music ASCAP, Kortchmar Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 11. REDNECK FRIEND
    Pretty little one, how has it all begun?
    Theyre teaching you how to walk but youre already on the run
    Little one, what you gonna do?
    Little one, honey, its all up to you

    Now your daddys in the den shootin up the evening news
    Mamas with a friend, lately shes been so confused
    Little one, come on and take my hand
    I may not have the answer but I believe I got a plan

    Honey, you shake and Ill rattle and well roll on down the line
    And see if we cant get in touch with a very close friend of mine
    But let me clue you in, it aint like him to argue or pretend
    Honey, let me introduce you to my red neck friend

    Well, theyve got a little list of all those things of which they dont approve
    Theyve got to keep their eyes on you or you might make your move
    Little one, I really wish you would
    Little one, I think the damage would do you good

    Honey, you shake and Ill rattle and well roll on down the line
    Were gonna forget all about the battle, its gonna feel so fine
    Cause hes the missing link, the kitchen sink, eleven on a scale of ten
    Honey, let me introduce you to my red neck friend

    Honey, you shake and Ill rattle and well roll on down the line
    Going to try to swing you up into my saddle then well run but youll think were flyin
    Honey, dont just stand there lookin like this dream will never end
    Honey, let me introduce you to my red neck friend

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 12. MY STUNNING MYSTERY COMPANION
    What with all my expectations long abandoned
    And a future I no longer saw my hand in
    How I found you is beyond my understanding
    My stunning mystery companion

    I know that you don't want to be
    Out here forever on this road
    Or live among the boxes
    Where all my past lives have been stowed
    Maybe you're thinking of someplace
    With a garden by the sea
    Where we could slow down
    And you could put a little more work in on me

    What with all my expectations long abandoned
    My solitary nature notwithstanding
    You're the one who pulled me
    Out of that crash landing
    My stunning mystery companion

    Right now I can't quite remember
    The cause of all my tears
    I hear you laughing and somehow
    The past just disappears
    Maybe you were joking when you said
    You'd take me for ten years and no more
    Maybe you've had the best of me
    But you could take another ten years and be sure

    What with all my expectations long abandoned
    And a life that just gets more and more demanding
    There's no doubt that you're the reason I'm still standing
    My stunning mystery companion

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    2002 Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved