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The Next Voice You Hear: The Best of Jackson Browne

Released: 1997

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The Next Voice You Hear: The Best of Jackson Browne

For more than two decades Jackson Browne has remained one of America's most important musical voices. Now, for the first time ever, he is releasing a collection of songs that highlight this tremendous quarter century of work. The Next Voice You Hear: The Best of Jackson Browne, his first "best of package," includes songs selected by Browne himself, including two new songs, "The Next Voice You Hear," and "The Rebel Jesus."

  • 1. DOCTOR MY EYES
    Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
    And the slow parade of fears without crying
    Now I want to understand
    I have done all that I could
    To see the evil and the good without hiding
    You must help me if you can

    Doctor, my eyes
    Tell me what is wrong
    Was I unwise
    To leave them open for so long?

    As I have wandered through this world
    And as each moment has unfurled
    Ive been waiting to awaken from these dreams
    People go just where they will
    I never noticed them until I got this feeling
    That its later than it seems

    Doctor, my eyes
    Tell me what you see
    I hear their cries
    Just say if its too late for me

    Doctor, my eyes
    They cannot see the sky
    Is this the prize
    For having learned how not to cry?

    Words & music by Jackson Browne
    1971 Open Window Music ASCAP
  • 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. 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
  • 4. LATE FOR THE SKY
    The words had all been spoken
    And somehow the feeling still wasnt right
    And still we continued on through the night
    Tracing our steps from the beginning
    Until they vanished into the air
    Trying to understand how our lives had led us there

    Looking hard into your eyes
    There was nobody Id ever known
    Such an empty surprise
    To feel so alone

    Now for me some words come easy
    But I know that they dont mean that much
    Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch
    You never knew what I loved in you
    I dont know what you loved in me
    Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be

    Awake again I cant pretend
    And I know Im alone
    And close to the end
    Of the feeling weve known

    How long have I been sleeping?
    How long have I been drifting alone through the night
    How long have I been dreaming I could make it right
    If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might
    To be the one you need

    Awake again, I cant pretend
    I know Im alone
    And close to the end
    Of the feeling weve known

    How long have I been sleeping?
    How long have I been drifting alone through the night
    How long have I been running for that morning flight
    Through the whispered promises and the changing light
    Of the bed where we both lie
    Late for the sky

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1974 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 5. 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
  • 6. RUNNING ON EMPTY
    Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
    Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
    In 65 I was seventeen and running up 101
    I dont know where Im running now, Im just running on

    Running onrunning on empty
    Running onrunning blind
    Running onrunning into the sun
    But Im running behind

    Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
    Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive
    In 69 I was twenty-one and I called the road my own
    I dont know when that road turned onto the road Im on

    Running onrunning on empty
    Running onrunning blind
    Running onrunning into the sun
    But Im running behind

    Everyone I know, everywhere I go
    People need some reason to believe
    I dont know about anyone but me
    If it takes all night, thatll be all right
    If I can get you to smile before I leave

    Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
    I dont know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
    I look around for the friends that I used to turn to pull me through
    Looking into their eyes I see them running too

    Running onrunning on empty
    Running onrunning blind
    Running onrunning into the sun
    But Im running behind

    Honey, you really tempt me
    You know the way you look so kind
    Id love to stick around but Im running behind
    You know I dont even know what Im hoping to find
    Running into the sun but Im running behind

    Words and Music by Jackson Browne
    1977 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 7. CALL IT A LOAN
    In the morning when I closed my eyes,
    you were sleeping in paradise,
    And while the room was growing light,
    I was holding still with all my might.

    Oh. what if it's true?
    ah, what my heart says?
    Oh, what'll I do?
    What if this feeling becomes hard to part with.

    You were meant to play your part
    in the design of a desperate heart.
    And while you gave your love to me,
    I was betting I was getting in free.

    Oh, if I'd only known,
    ah, what your heart cost.
    Oh, can we call it a loan
    and a debt that I own
    on a bet that I lost?

    In the evening when you see my eyes
    looking back at you, no disguise,
    I'm not sure who you think you'll see.
    I'm just hopin' you'll still know that it's me.

    Oh, what if it's true?
    ah, better ask the man inside
    Oh, oh, there seem to be two.
    One steals the love, and the other one hides.

    Yeah, can we call it loan
    till I'm paid in full for the seeds I've sown?
    Yeah, can we say that I've grown
    in some way that we may have yet to be shown?

    Oh, if I'd only known,
    ah, what your heart cost.
    Oh, can we call it a loan
    and debt that I owe
    on a bet that I lost?

    By Jackson Browne and David Lindley
    1980 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP, Neuoleum Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 8. 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
  • 9. TENDER IS THE NIGHT
    Between the darkness on the street
    And the houses filling up with light
    Between the stillness in my heart
    And the roar of the approaching night
    Somebodys calling after somebody
    Somebody turns the corner out of sight
    Looking for somebody
    Somewhere in the night

    Tender is the night
    When you hold your baby tight
    Tender are the motions, tender is the night

    Between a life that we expected
    And the way its always been
    I cant walk back in again
    After the way we fight
    When just outside there are people laughing
    Living lives we used to lead
    Chasing down the love they need
    Somewhere in the night

    Tender is the night
    And the benediction of the neon light
    Tender are the hunters, tender is the night

    Youre gonna want me tonight
    When youre ready to surrender
    Forget about whos right
    When youre ready to remember
    Its another world at night
    When youre ready to be tender

    Tender tender tender . . .

    And in the hard light of an angry sun
    No one remembers what was said or done
    Tender are the words they choose
    You win, I win, we lose

    Tender
    Tender is the night
    Tender
    The benediction of the neon light
    Tender
    Tender are the hunters
    Tender is the night
    When they hold each other tight
    Tender
    Tender are the undercover
    Tender
    The stranger and the secret lover
    Tender
    Tender are the motions
    Tender is the night
    When you hold your baby tight

    Tender tender tender . . .

    By Russell Kunkel, Danny Kortchmar and Jackson Browne
    1983 Olas Music/Kortchmar Music, Night Kitchen Music ASCAP
    All Rights Reserved
  • 10. 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
  • 11. 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
  • 12. 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
  • 13. 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
  • 14. THE REBEL JESUS
    All the streets are filled with laughter and light
    And the music of the season
    And the merchants' windows are all bright
    With the faces of the children
    And the families hurrying to their homes
    As the sky darkens and freezes
    They'll be gathering around the hearths and tales
    Giving thanks for all god's graces
    And the birth of the rebel Jesus

    Well they call him by the prince of peace
    And they call him by the savior
    And they pray to him upon the seas
    And in every bold endeavor
    As they fill his churches with their pride and gold
    And their faith in him increases
    But they've turned the nature that I worshipped in
    From a temple to a robber's den
    In the words of the rebel Jesus

    We guard our world with locks and guns
    And we guard our fine possessions
    And once a year when christmas comes
    We give to our relations
    And perhaps we give a little to the poor
    If the generosity should seize us
    But if any one of us should interfere
    In the business of why they are poor
    They get the same as the rebel Jesus

    But please forgive me if I seem
    To take the tone of judgement
    For I've no wish to come between
    This day and your enjoyment
    In this life of hardship and of earthly toil
    We have need for anything that frees us
    So I bid you pleasure
    And I bid you cheer
    From a heathen and a pagan
    On the side of the rebel Jesus.

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1977 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP

    All Rights Reserved
  • 15. THE NEXT VOICE YOU HEAR
    Gather your deeds and your possessions,
    Whatever certainty you've known,
    Forget your heroes,
    You don't really need those last few lessons.

    Stand in the open;
    The next voice you hear will be your own.

    Well alright, they knew how they could hurt you,
    And you let them cut you to the bone.
    But God forbid,
    You allow them to rid you of your virtue!

    Forget their laughter;
    The next voice you hear will be your own.

    The next voice you hear...
    The next voice you hear...
    The next voice you hear...
    The next voice you hear...
    The next voice you hear...
    The next voice you hear will be your own.

    Throw down your truth and check your weapons.
    Don't look to see if you're alone,
    Just stand your ground,
    And don't turn around -- whatever happens.
    Don't ask directions;
    The next voice you hear will be your own.

    The next voice you hear...
    The next voice you hear...
    The next voice you hear...
    The next voice you hear...
    The next voice you hear...
    The next voice you hear will be your own.

    Words and music by Jackson Browne
    1997 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP