Pin Stripe Brain

how’d you like to ride
‘cross the wide-open range
tied to the man
with the pin stripe brain
want to spend a lifetime
on the wide-open range
tied to the man
with the pinstripe brain

grazing ‘cross the fields
of high profitability yields
is the man
with the pin stripe brain
summertime seersucker
wall street wizzard
is the man
with the pin stripe brain

ride ‘em up cowboys
ride ‘em up cowgirls
ride ‘em up cowboys
ride, ride, ride

bottom-line hypnotized
on a jet commuter redeye
is the man
with the pin stripe brain
high-flying coupon clipper
steel and glass skyscraper
is the man
with the pin stripe brain

ride ‘em up cowboys…

how’d you like to ride
‘cross the wide open range
tied to the man
with the pin stripe brain
ride your baby, ride, ride. . .

she’s more than what you see
she’s more than what you feel
she’s more than what you need right now
why don’t you leave us for a while?

she’s got a forward style
she’s got a wayward smile
she’s got a backward fancy for me
why don’t you leave us for a while?

dit di di di di di di
dit di di di di di di
why don’t you leave us for a while?

she’s got a hungry eye
she’s got a silver sign
she’s got a gold-plated alibi
why don’t you leave us for a while?

dit di di di di di di
why don’t you leave us for a while?

she’s more than sugar cute
she’s more than “Juicy Fruit”
she’s got some hidden attributes
why don’t you leave us for a while?

dit di di di di di di
why don’t you leave us for a while?

faceless men
wear their bow ties
proud
powdered ladies
their faces bowed
all chasing circles

it’s Monday morning
in the city
it’s Monday night
in my mind
but it’s Sunday afternoon
in the park, in my heart
convincing myself
I’m feeling just fine

uptown men
hide behind
the New York Times
and downtown ladies
crowd
the subway lines
all chasing circles

it’s Tuesday morning
in the city
it’s Tuesday night
in my mind. . .

it’s summertime
and the subway’s
stuck
all you hear
is the beggar’s
cup
all chasing circles

it’s Wednesday morning
in the city
it’s Wednesday night
in my mind. . .

powdered dogs
on their leashes
race
for early morning
gutter-space
all chasing circles

It’s Thursday morning
in the city
it’s Thursday night
in my mind. . .

faceless men
with their bags
in hand
powdered ladies
their hairstyles planned
all chasing circles

it’s Friday morning
in the city
it’s Friday night
in my mind. . .

well, the week is spent
they’ve never
met
the powdered ladies
the faceless
men
all chasing circles

it’s Saturday morning
in the city
it’s Saturday night
in my mind. . .

it’s ten o’clock
but the city
sleeps
the faceless men
in their dreamless
sleep
all chasing circles

It’s Sunday morning
in the city
it’s Sunday night
in my mind
but it’s Monday afternoon
on a jet plane to LA
saying, “Goodnight to you New York
bye-bye!”

I’m on top of the world
hanging from a star
upside down
turning around
watching the lights glow brightly

I’m on top of the world
moonshine fills my sky
where time and space
pass me by
can’t touch me
when I sigh
I’m on top of the world

step lightly
speak softly
life’s not always
what it seems
dream sweetly
sweet dreams, baby
life’s much more
than make believe

I’m on top of the world
waking from a dream
where you and I
day and night
walk hand in hand
in the soft twilight
I’m on top of the world

step lightly
speak softly. . .

but it’s better than
sitting by the windowpane
looking out at the city rain
wondering if I can stand
to really go on living to work it out
without you

I’m on top of the world
riding a merry-go-round
love and pain
go up and down
you and I
just go round and round
I’m on top of the world
I’m on top of the world

I’m on top of the world
I’m on top of the world

looking out upon the smog
wondering where it all turned wrong
which way did you say
was LA?

orange blossoms in the air
fresh cut grass in our hair
as little boys
we’d play out our dreams
in LA.

sagebrush valleys, asphalt alleys
grow up and thrive side by side
the freeways and the fairways
that always seem to get their way

which way did you say was LA…?

looking out upon the smog
wondering where it all turned wrong
which way did you say
was LA?

Santa Anas sweep the skies
you can see Catalina with the naked eye
as little boys
we’d play out our dreams
in LA.

In the steel and glass world of high
finance
grown-up men playing games of chance,
fancy they were boys again
in LA.

which way did you say
was LA?

looking out upon the smog
wondering where it all turned wrong
which way did you say
was LA?

orange blossoms in the air
fresh cut grass in our hair
as little boys
we’d play out our dreams
in LA.

the difference between the men and
the boys
is the price they pay for their little toys
grown-up men playing games of chance
fancy they were boys again
playing stick ball on some old sandlot
pitching pennies up against the wall
…… in LA.

which way did you say
was LA?...

put your head down softly
down upon my chest
nothing so sweet
as a good night’s rest
wrap your arms all ‘round me
hold me so tight
let fall your nightgown
and blow out the light

blow out the light
blow out the light

pull back the blinds
from the edges of my mind
set free the energy
that’s trapped between the lines
whisper your deep dark secrets
in the still dark cover of night
lay down beside me
and blow out the light

blow out the light
blow out the light

sing a song that’s lost in time
a fantasy in flight
a melody so perfect
it’s a ray of divine light
play your fingers gently
in the still dark cover of night
lift up my soul
and blow out the light

blow out the light. . .

do you love me much
as I love you?
are you still my best friend?
do you love me much
as I love you?
are you still my best friend?

don’t hide your love away
don’t hide your love from me
don’t hide your love away from me
don’t hide your love away

if I felt hurt and you felt fine
would you put your hand in mine?
if I felt hurt and you felt fine
would you put your hand in mine?

don’t hide your love away
don’t hide your love from me. . .

do you love me? do you still care
if we have a home?
do you love me? do you even care
if we have a home?

don’t hide your love away
don’t hide your love from me. . .

do you love me as much as I love you?
are you still my best friend?
do you love me as much as i love you?
are you still my best friend?

don’t hide your love away
don’t hide your love from me. . .

stubbed my toes
getting out of bed
this morning
slipped and almost fell
on the bathroom
floor
dropped a dozen eggs and
burnt my last piece
of toast
spilt my coffee all down
the kitchen
door

stepped out to take a walk
but it was raining
called up a taxi
on the Sloane Square
taxi-phone
man at the newsstand
was out of the “Times”
that’s London
set out to get a bite
to eat at Drones

spinning high
spinning low
hanging on for my life
i can’t let go. . .

went to the market
couldn’t find no sugar
an aerosol can with a bang!
blew up on the shelf
all my groceries tore
through the bottom
of the wrapper
looked in a window
thought I saw
myself

spinning high
spinning low. . .

hey Mister Eggman
send me your chicken
hey Mister Snowman
send me some snow
hey Mister Bluesman
play me on your trumpet
lost my directions
in the London fog
missed my connections
in the London fog

spinning high,
spinning low…..

it’s the end of the day
must be a way
to say I’m sorry
for last night and the night
before
don’t close all the doors
there’s got to be more
than just the
sorrow
I’ve been counting
the stars in the sky
where the rivers run dry
to the sea

I think I love you more
than you love me

it’s more than a heart that’s full
of stone
it’s more than a love that stands
alone
it’s more than a bad day that’s brought
me down
upon my knees

I think I love you more
than you love me

it’s the end of the night
first morning light
of a new day
gives me hope for tomorrow
there can be love without sorrow
or pain
familiar refrain
heard time and again
plays tricks on my head
want’a hope for the best
but there ain’t nothin’
much left
except make believe

I think I love you more
than you love me

it’s more than a heart that’s full
of stone. . .

get up, put on my fine clothes
polka-dot ties and wing-tip shoes
drive downtown in my company
Oldsmobile
put on my green eye shades and
count money
just like
beans. And I think…

all you do is sit around read
magazines
i think all you do is sit around and
play
play with the kids all day
ah, you make me want to drop
everything
and come on home and play with
you

she’s my sweet rose
the kids are my song
I’m your straight and narrow
highway
as far as you see
I go on and on
on and on, on and on

jet planes are my best friend
helicopters, sometimes trains
chauffeurs and fancy limousines
still wear my green eye shades and
count money
just like
beans

she’s my sweet rose

you put the dust back in my road
come on kids mess up my hair
come on kids mess up my fine clothes
you put the bump and jump back in
my life
ah, you make me want to drop
everything and come on home
and play with you

she’s my sweet rose.
Tucker Rose.

mustang roams alone
on the range
mane flying wildly
eyes flashing lightning
the thunder rolls
and the thunder claps loudly
rain washes down
the Sierra mountains

tu es ma fille
a moi celle que j’aime
celle dont je rêve
dream lost in time
mustang runs
and the wind howls wildly
rain washes down
the Sierra mountain air

the dream rolls on
the dream rolls on
dream rolls on and on and on
dreaming, dreaming
oh! to be young wild and free

rainbow arches
above the big sky
colors painted brightly
clouds changing colors
and the mustang runs
and the wind howls
wildly
sagebrush explodes
perfuming the mountains

tu es ma mere
a moi celle que j’aime
celle dont je rêve
dream lost in time
and the mustang runs
and the wind howls
wildly
sagebrush explodes
perfuming the mountain air

the dream rolls on
the dream rolls on. . .

mustang roams all alone
on the range
mane flying wildly
eyes flashing lightning
the thunder rolls
and the thunder claps loudly
rain washes down
the Sierra mountains

the dream rolls on
the dream rolls on. . .

oh! to be young wild and free

got a hold on me
can’t you see
got me all tongue tied
stuttering uncontrollably
I’m under her spell
just may as well
be some pharmacological fantasy

got a monkey on my back
got a sack of her smacks
kisses and hugs
got me off the track
I’m under her spell
just may as well
be some neuro-psychological
very rare disease

she’s my main squeeze

well, she just turned two
she’s got eyes of blue
she acts like me
but she looks like you
I’m under her spell
just may as well
be some phantasmagorical
serendipity

she’s my main squeeze

works faster than cocaine
safer than caffeine
no needles
no smoke
no hangover migraines
got a hold on me
can’t you see
she’s got a hold on me
I’m under her spell
just may as well
be some very rare disease

she’s my main squeeze

baby’s got a way with words
never misses a point
baby knows how to really hurt
with her slings and her stones

baby stings with her tongue in her cheek
never gives it a thought
baby aims her arrows true
right through my heart

baby’s got my life in her hands
gonna break away from her grip
baby’s got me hurting so bad
from my toes to my fingertips

baby’s getting down on her luck, now
she’s bringing me down upon her
baby love don’t know what it’s like
if the boy can’t get himself up

baby’s got my life in her hands
gonna break away from her grip. . .

baby’s down upon her knees and I’m up
standing over her
baby’s reaching up for my love, you know
baby’s got some nerve

baby’s got a way with words

silver dreams turned to blue
golden sun sets blood red
while the white man lies dying
do you believe it’s true?
newborn child turned
to blue
naked thoughts washed
in red
while white gloves
show spreading stains
do you believe it’s true?
do you believe it’s true?

blue, red, white songs
three thousand years
Moses been gone. . .

lover’s laughter turned
to blue
barren desert raped
in red
while the white lights
burn colder
do you believe it’s true?
blue lady turned
to stone
red soldier wrapped
in dust
white man’s eyes
grow whiter
do you believe it’s true?
do you believe it’s true?

blue, red, white songs
thirteen hundred years
Mohammed’s been gone. . .

on wounded knees turned
to blue
oriental skies bleeding
red
while the white lies turn
blacker
do you believe its true?
blue dove in frozen
flight
red planet spinning
wild
white light turns to ash
all alone
do you believe it’s true?
do you believe it’s true?

blue, red, white songs
two thousand years
Jesus been gone. . .

yesterday’s men ask the same questions
tomorrow they asked last year
while you and I snared in broken webs
twist and turn to hear what they said

let fall a tear
let fall a tear. . .

Jump down
spin ‘round
catch a falling
dollar gonna
jump down
spin ‘round
pick-a-buck-a-day. . .

calloused hands sweat and toil
to pass worn coins for communion wine
all that’s left on Sunday morning
is God the Father in Latin rhyme

let fall a tear
let fall a tear. . .

jump down
spin ‘round. . .

come take a hit
from the prince
the happy prince

no man’s child
you can’t know his
powers
you don’t even know his
name
little children pick his
flowers
no, they’ll never be
the same. . .

unfocused minds spend a lifetime
seeking the meaning that’s not clear
yet all that’s left at sixty-five
are stony eyes in wooden faces

polished smooth with fear
let fall a tear. . .

jump down
spin ‘round. . .