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John Hiatt
John Hiatt


Background information
Born August 20, 1952
Born place Indianapolis, Indiana, United States
Genre(s) Americana
Folk-Rock
Country
Blues
Heartland Rock
Years active 1972—present
Label(s) Geffen Records
Vanguard Records
MCA Records
Website Website



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John Hiatt Album


Perfectly Good Guitar (1993)
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Sometimes I dont even move a muscle
Baby when you lie awake at night
I think I've got nine lives in these corpuscles
Girl, you know sometimes I dont think right

I hear voices in the hall
I wake up and its nothing at all
A hungry wolf, or an agry child

Or something wild
Something wild
Something wild- tell me love is
Something wild- tell me love is

Its not as if we could think that things were one way
And they would all just be that way right now
When I was a kid I thought that someday
I could tame this lion heart, some way, somehow

Now Im hungry for the love
That doesnt know what its dreamin' of
Raging for the meek and mild

Like something wild
Something wild
Something wild- tell me love is
Something wild- tell me love is

Theres a hole where the wind blows through
And some curtains hung
But I cant hid a thing from you
You know where I come from

Well I tried getting there under my own steam
'Til my very last chance was shot
Now you're under my skin like a submarine
I can feel you in my veins running hot

Now if its more than a new pair of jeans, a new car, some pocket money
And a place to go
Then we better get up and scream at the top of our lungs like it
Was gonna die if we didnt make it so

I hear voices in the hall
I wake up and it's nothing at all
An angry wolf, or a hungry child

Or something wild
Something wild
Something wild- tell me love is
Something wild- tell me love is
Something wild
Something wild
Something wild


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Hot summer night, I was counting all the starlight on your skin
Airtight, as I watched you breathing out, I'm breathing in
By the lake, so humid that the moon was getting wet
For our sake the crickets started playing their castonets
Like a gypsy, you stole me from a child into a man
It never hit me: I've been running ever since I took a stand
FAnd this love like Spanish moss hangin from the trees
Just swaying in the breeze like a sweet memory

Running straight outta time, straight outta time (x2)Since you were mine

That autumn chI'll sent a shiver, girl, it shook us to the bone
And we stI'll had February frozen on the phone
Spring thaw, would it find us with our lips frozen blue?
Love calls, but do we really live the time we're running through?
Or like a dream, do we let it die and drift away to sleep
Until it screams like an echo in the history books you keep
'Cause that stream running from the corners of my mind
Looking back I find like a river it unwinds
Running straight outta time, straight outta time (x2)

Running straight outta time just like an old man's fiddle
Looking for the dance; gonna meet me in the middle
I'm never gonna figure out the way that I feel -
Running straight outta time,
but my love's stI'll real

Now I see you- you're looking pretty in your summer dress
I can almost feel you as you clutch your little locket to your breast
Looking down at the picture, girl, you know you're looking fine
Is it me? Was I ever in your heart or on your mind?
Cause I'm running outta time
I'm running straight outta time
Were you ever mine?


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Well he threw one down form the top of the stairs
Beautiful women were staning everywhere
They all got wet when he smahed that thing
But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing

CHORUS:
Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar

It started back in 1963
His momma wouldn't buy him
That new red harmony
He settled fgor a sunburt with a crack
But he's stI'll trying to break his momma's back

REPEAT CHORUS

He loved that guitar just like a girlfriend
But ever good thing comes to an end
Now he just sits in his room all day
Whistling every note he used to play

There out to be a law with no bail
Smash a guitar and you go to jail
With no chance for early parole
You don't get out tI'll you get some soul

REPEAT CHORUS

Late at night the end of the road
He wished he stI'll had the old guitar to hold
He'd rock it like a baby in his arms
Never let it come ot any harm

REPEAT CHORUS


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I've been taking off and landing but this airport's closed
And how much thicker this fog is gonna get god only knows
Just when you think that you've got a grip
Reality sneaks off it gives you the slip
As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line

CHORUS:
Tearing through the cottonfields and bus shelters
of the south running helter skelter
down through the mississippI delta
with no place to call your own
mixing up drinks with mixed feelings
all along the paint was peeling
down to an indian blanket on a pony
with no rider in the flesh and bone
looking for his buffalo river home

I've been circling the wagons down at times square
Trying to fI'll up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there
Hust when you think you can let it rip
you're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips
as if you had some place better to go
or a better way to get there

REPEAT CHORUS:

Now there's only two things in life but I forget what they are
it seems we're either hanging on a moonbeams coat tails
or wishing on stars
just when you think that you've been gyped
the bearded lady comes and does a double back flip
and you run off and join the circus
yeah, you just let that pony ride


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It is a hurtin' thing you don't wanna talk about it
Pain in your heart well it's takin' your breath away
You left it in lipstick on the mirror no use talkin' about it
Love like this just don't come along every day

CHORUS:
Somebody just stop calling you angel
Somebody just let love get up and go downtown
Somebody just stop calling you angel
Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down

They called you tookie in high school, you didn't mind it too much
Kind of nice to have a nickname, kind of like they thought about it
You wish that it stuck with you, didn't have to trade it in on
Some crazy lover's pet name, wind up hurtin' so much

REPEAT CHOUS

BRIDGE:
He peeled the skin off of the world and you stopped breathin'
You drew a breath, he sighed, the air was freezin'
You skinned your knee at kickball
Twenty years ago against all hopin'

Y'all put that hammer down and drove through love's angel food cake
Tastin' every spongy layer and lickin' frosting off the moon
Wild-eyed with excitement but childishly disappointed
Maybe even tasted better when mama let you lick the spoon

REPEAT CHORUS


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I've got a blue telescope, I'm looking at the world tonight
Through a blue telescope; I wish I may, I wish I might
Not see what I see - sheet metal on sheets of ice
Looking through this blue telescope down a moonstruck road tonight

Blue breath on my windshield, I came to a frozen place
She shivered when I said goodbye - I wish I didn't have to face
Her in that rear-view mirror, though she lives in the heart of me
Looking through this blue telescope
I guess she'll always be a star to me

The heavens vast and wide
Wait to escort the bride
She lifts her wedding veil
Her breath a lonesome vapour trail

I got this blue telescope - I'm looking for her tonight
Through a blue telescope; tell me, why must the blue angels fight?
Taking one last shot at heaven while they slip stream through paradise
Looking through this blue telescope down a moonstruck road tonight
I'm looking through this blue telescope down a moonstruck road tonight

I've got a blue telescope
Blue telescope


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Baby when I put my mind to it
I slip into another gear
And I travel in another syncopation
When all I wanna be is here with you
And

I'll be true to you cross my fingers
I'll be good to you cross my fingers
I'll be true to you cross my fingers

Sure as a snake along the river
Sure as a ghost is in the trees
There is a promise love delivers
Even though you never promised me

I'll be true to you cross my fingers
I'll be good to you cross my fingers
I'll be true to you cross my fingers

I wanna stay, 'til my thoughts are okay
'Til my motive is clear, 'cause im driftin away
>From the weight of your arms, from your soft feather bed
To a cold white line down the highway in my head

All our little tears are icicles
Hangin' on the telephone lines
And I call you up through all the cracklin' static
I swear I only hear you half the time
No matter how I try to hold you baby
You only seem to slip away from me
And then we're walkin out along the ocean
Or swimmin like the dolphins out to sea

I'll be true to you cross my fingers
I'll be good to you cross my fingers
I'll be true to you cross my fingers
I'll be good to you cross my fingers

Cross my fingers


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When the snake of love
Starts pullin' you under
And it wont let go
'Til it starts to thunder
And there's not a cloud in the sky
Gonna make him shake
I guess old habits are hard to break

Cause even the good ones
Just seem to go bad
Might be the sweetest love
That you ever had
You just cant let em go
For goodness sake
I guess old habits are hard to break

The trouble with sainthood, darlin'
You know its tough comin down
But you've been doin it, doin it, doin it, doin it, doin it
Since you left your hometown
A regular Joan of Arc
Burnin at the stake
I guess old habits are hard to break

Maybe the first time he kissed you
The fireworks flew in the back of your mind
And you been lookin just to
Feel this good ever since
But now every time he makes love to ya
Hes just a little bit more unkind
Until it feels like every move you make is in self defense

That aint the facts of life
Its just bad fiction
Honey that sure aint love
You know its just an addiction
Now how much more abuse are you gonna take
I guess old habits are hard to break

Could be your father
Could be your mother
Might be your sister
Or maybe even your brother
Or is it your own self baby
Youve been tryin to shake

Well I guess old habits are hard to break
I guess old habits are hard to break
I guess old habits are hard to break
I guess old habits are hard to break


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Saturday night he comes home stinking
sunday morning she wakes up thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking
does she need to get the kids dressed to go to church
he's pulled a shotgun out of the lurch
he heads for the TV room starts to search
his problems swollen like a river and his reality's shrinking
he finds them huddled by the toy box and splatters 'em all
the ken and the midge and the skipper doll
they look like a family but they're really not at all

well he's sad but he ain't sorry
it ain't the end of the world
it's just the wreck of the barbie ferrari

he wonders if he ever said I do
to that little blonde plastic voodoo
and his mind's gone fishin'
well it started just as plain as the nose on your face
now it's in a thousand peices all over the place
he thought she was driving but it's twisted beyond recognition
all the diapers and the tutus and the basketballs
she was givin' them a lift to the promised mall
but somewhere by the TV that V-12 stalled
as he loaded the chamber her eyes got starry
it ain't the end of the world
it's just wreck of the barbie ferrari
when they get home from church won't they be sorry
he's cornered 'em all on his urban safari

It aint the end of the world...

He's played with cars and guns since he could crawl
now he wishes he'd never met that doll with her face gone
there wasnt nothing he ever thought about
he couldn't drive through or shoot his way out
as he surveys the family room littered with dolls
he can't find one leg to stand on
he aims the gun at his head now he's starting to cry
looking for the courage to let it fly
can't live without his family now that something has died
he's not sure who's hurt not sure who's sorry

It ain't the end of the world...


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(let me hear ya get funky now)
When your heart touches mine
And my thoughts explode
When our wires get crossed
And the fire burns my soul

Then I know you're home
When you shine your light
And i dont have to use the phone
To call you
Baby when you hold me tight
We can count heartbeats and squeeze
Baby when you hold me tight
You can really make a man say, please

When im down to my last
Cigarette in your bed
And the smoke rings blow
THrough the dreams in your head

And we burn through the dark
With a light so bright
And the hardes part is leavin'

Baby when you hold me tight
We can count heartbeats and squeeze
Baby when you hold me tight
You can really make a man say please

Please dont ever let go
Please dont ever let go
Please dont ever let go
Good god it hurt me so
Baby please dont let go
Please dont ever let go
Please dont ever let go
Baby cause it hurt me so
Hey baby

When the morning comes
And you're still here with me
And you give me some
Of your sweet mystery

And it feels so real
And it feels so right
And I want your love
Forever

Baby when you hold me tight
We can count heartbeats and squeeze
Baby when you hold me tight
You can really make a man say please

Baby when you hold me tight
We can count heartbeats and squeeze
Baby when you hold me tight
You can really make a man say please


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What is that fallin' out of your eyes
What is that rollin' on down your shit
Thunder and lightning from the bloodshot skies
This time its feeling like a permanent hurt

What is that lipstick up on his sleeve
Wheres the forgiveness thats stronger than dirt
Tearin' the words out when you ask him to leave
This time its gonna be a permanent hurt

A permanent hurt, yeah a pemanent hurt
The pain and the memories do the dirty work
Promises broken hearts on red alert
The surface will heal
But its feelin' like a permanent hurt

What were you thinkin when you fell in love
What were you thinkin in that little black skirt
Bet you a rainbow you werent thinkin of
Suffin' your heels up on a permanent hurt

A permanent hurt, yeah a pemanent hurt
The pain and the memories do the dirty work
Promises broken hearts on red alert
The surface will heal
But its feelin' like a permanent hurt

It's all temporary like the big book tells
Ashes to ashes, baby dirt to dirt
Something gets scary
Someone runs like hell
Somebody winds up with a permanent hurt

A permanent hurt, yeah a pemanent hurt
The pain and the memories do the dirty work
Promises broken hearts on red alert
The surface will heal
But its feelin' like a permanent hurt


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You answer questions like a natural disaster
Voices in the wind- you let em call her out
The whole foundation just went flying past her
She puts her heart into it - and you just yank it out

You pulled her love out through the window pane

Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane

She could have rode off with some Texas tornado
Some mister twister she could kick up her boot heels with
Could have rode him on down to Laredo
But you flew in from the gulf like a hot wet kiss

You blew her mind fast as a bullet train

Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane

Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame
Waah waah- loving a hurricane
Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame
Waah waah- loving a hurricane

She might have known youd get her sooner or later
Living in that railer park down by the sandy beach
Where tides roll in like the big dream generators
Forces of nature, blow everything out of reach

Water in her living room, fire up in her brain

Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane

Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame
Waah waah- loving a hurricane
Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame
Waah waah- loving a hurricane

Waah waah- waah waah
Waah waah- loving a hurricane


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