@ALBUM: end.innocence Author: Don Henley Album title: The End of the Innocence @SONG: The End of the Innocence Remember when the days were long And rolled beneath a deep blue sky Didn't have a care in the world With mommy and daddy standin' by But "happily ever after" fails And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyers dwell on small details Since daddy had to fly But I know a place where we can go That's still untouched by men We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass wave in the wind You can lay your head back on the ground And let your hair fall all around me Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence O' beautiful, for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They're beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king Armchair warriors often fail And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyers clean up all details Since daddy had to lie But I know a place where we can go And wash away this sin We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass wave in the wind Just lay your head back on the ground And let your hair spill all around me Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence Who knows how long this will last Now we've come so far, so fast But, somewhere back there in the dust That same small town in each of us I need to remember this So baby give me just one kiss And let me take a long last look Before we say goodbye Just lay your head back on the ground And let your hair fall all around me Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence Written by Don Henley and B. R. Hornsby *Produced by Don Henley and Bruce Hornsby Bruce Hornsby--piano, additional keyboards Jai Winding--keyboard bass Michael Fisher--percussion Wayne Shorter--soprano sax solo (c) 1987 Cass County Music/Zappo Music ASCAP @SONG: How Bad Do You Want it? You're leavin' tongue marks on the carpet And I know what you're lookin' at You would walk on your lips through busted glass If you could get next to that You think this is love Your education starts today So you think this is love? So tell me How bad do you want it? How bad do you want it? How bad do you want it? Not bad enough So you put a hold on happiness ....a day, a week, a year You got to bring somethin' to this party, boy If you party here And if you're lookin' for love You better look some other way If you're lookin' for love I have to ask you How bad do you want it? How bad do you want it? How bad do you want it? Not bad enough She gave you love and affection Enough to weather any season You found an excuse to walk away But you didn't find no reason And you talk about love But you don't know what it means Yeah, you talk about love So tell me How bad do you want it? How bad do you want it? How bad do you want it? Not bad enough Written by Don Henley, Danny Kortchmar and Stan Lynch Danny Kortchmar--basic track Patty Smyth, Valerie Carter--background harmony vocals (c) 1988 Cass County Music/Kortchmar Music ASCAP @SONG: I Will Not Go Quietly Woke up with a heavy head And I thought about leavin' town I could have died if I wanted to-- Slipped over the edge and drowned But, oh no baby, I won't give up so easy Too many tire tracks in the sands of time Too many love affairs that stop on a dime I think it's time to make some changes 'round here Yeah, I'm gonna tear it up gonna trash it up I'm gonna round it up gonna shake it up Oh no baby, I will not lie down I'm brave enough to be crazy I'm strong enough to be weak I see all these heroes with feet of clay Whose mighty ships have sprung a leak And I want you to tell me darlin' Just what do you believe in now? Well, c'mon over here baby You 'bout to gimme a heart attack I wanna wrap my lovin' arms Around the small of your back Yeah, and I'm gonna pull you, pull you, pull you Pull you right up close to me Yeah, we're gonna tear it up we gonna trash it up gonna round it up gonna shake it up Oh, no no no, I will not lie down Turn this thing around I will not go quietly I will not lie down I will not go quietly I will not lie down I will not go quietly I will not lie down I will not lie down Well, don't you ever get lonely? Don't you ever get down? Don't you ever get tired Of all the wicked tongues in this town? Oh baby, I just wanna take you away from here I ain't no tiger I ain't no little lamb Suppose you tell me mama Who do you think I think I am? And oooh baby, don't you give a damn? Yeah I'm gonna tear it up gonna trash it up gonna round it up gonna shake it up Oh baby I will not lie down Turn this thing around I will not go quietly I will not lie down I will not go quietly I will not lie down I will not go quietly I will not lie down I will not lie down Written by Don Henley and Danny Kortchmar Danny Kortchmar--basic track, solo guitar Waddy Wachtel--acoustic guitar W. Axl Rose--harmony vocal (c) 1989 Cass County Music/Kortchmar Music ASCAP @SONG: The Last Worthless Evening I know you broke up with him And your heart's still on the shelf It's been over two years for me And I'm still not quite myself You can't be with someone new And you can't go back to him You're beginning to realize That it's sink or swim I see you around sometimes And my heart just melts You're lookin' like if you had your wish You'd be somewhere else And it just breaks my heart To see you here this way Someday I'll get the nerve To walk up to you and say This is the last worthless evening That you'll have to spend Just gimme a chance To show you how to love again This is the last worthless evening That you'll have to spend 'Cause I'll be there When your broken heart is on the mend Every night it's the same old crowd in smokey rooms You catch a faint glimpse of love sometimes But it never blooms I've been around this block a time or two And I've made some big mistakes But girl I promise you, I promise you This is the last worthless evening That you'll have to spend Just gimme a chance To show you how to love again This is the last worthless evening that you'll have to spend 'Cause it won't be long 'Till your little heart is on the mend People inside their houses with the shades pulled down God knows, we could use some romance in this sleepy bedroom town I know you're still afraid to rush into anything But there're just so many summers And just so many springs And this is the last worthless evening That you'll have to spend, baby Just gimme a chance, gimme a chance To show you love again This is the last worthless evening That you'll have to spend 'cause it won't be long 'Til your little heart is on the mend That you'll have to spend Just gimme a chance to show you how to love again This is the last worthless evening That you'll have to spend 'cause it won't be long 'Til your little heart is on the mend Written by Don Henley, John Corey and Stan Lynch *Produced by Don Henley, John Corey and Stan Lynch John Corey--guitars, keyboards Bob Glaub--bass Stan Lynch--percussion Mike Campbell--additional guitar (c) 1988 Cass County Music/Grey Hare Music ASCAP @SONG: New York Minute Harry got up Dressed all in black Went down to the station And he never came back They found his clothing Scattered somewhere down the track And he won't be down on Wall Street in the morning He had a home The love of a girl But men get lost sometimes As years unfurl One day he crossed some line And he was too much in this world But I guess it doesn't matter anymore In a New York minute Everything can change In a New York minute Things can get pretty strange In a New York minute Everything can change In a New York minute Lying here in the darkness I hear the sirens wail Somebody going to emergency Somebody's going to jail If you find somebody to love in this world You better hang on tooth and nail The wolf is always at the door In a New York minute Everything can change In a New York minute Things can get a little strange In a New York minute Everything can change In a New York minute And in these days When darkness falls early And people rush home To the ones they love You better take a fool's advice And take care of your own One day they're here; Next day they're gone I pulled my coat around my shoulders And took a walk down through the park The leaves were falling around me The groaning city in the gathering dark On some solitary rock A desperate lover left his mark, "Baby, I've changed. Please come back." What the head makes cloudy The heart makes very clear The days were so much brighter In the time when she was here But I know there's somebody somewhere Make these dark clouds disappear Until that day, I have to believe I believe, I believe In a New York minute Everything can change In a New York minute You can get out of the rain In a New York minute Everything can change In a New York minute Written by Don Henley, Danny Kortchmar and Jai Winding Danny Kortchmar--keyboards and guitar Jai Winding--keyboards Pino Palladino--bass Jeff Porcaro--drums Steve Madaio--trumpet solo David Paich--piano and strings Take 6--background harmony vocals Basic track recorded by Grey Ladanyi at The Complex (c) 1988 Cass County Music/Kortchmar Music ASCAP @SONG: Shangri-La Every day's a new day That's what I've been told Try to hold your head high The world runs hot and cold It's hard to follow footprints in the shifting sand Another thirsty rider Behind the caravan You had no idea just what was waiting out there You never thought you'd carry the weight of the world On your pretty blond hair This ain't no Shangri-La To you, no Shangri-La This ain't no Shangri-La Nobody knows no Shangri-La Hey! There's a whole lotta people wonderin' who you are They think you walk without a care in the world But they've been wrong so far This ain't no Shangri-La To you, no Shangri-La This ain't no Shangri-La Nobody knows no Shangri-La No one can decide What we all must outrun Who's gonna carry the weight of the world Until we learn to stop and do what must be done? This ain't no Shangri-La To you, no Shangri-La This ain't no Shangri-La Nobody Knows no Shangri-La Written by Danny Kortchmar, Steve Jordan and Don Henley Danny Kortchmar--guitar and keyboards Steve Jordan--wah-wah guitar and drums Pino Palladino--bass Jai Winding--additional keyboard Jim Keltner--additional percussion Don Henley--three-part harmony gospel licks Take 6, Don Henley, Ivan Neville, Steve Jordan, Charlie Drayden--background harmony vocals (c) 1989 Cass County Music/Kortchmar Music ASCAP/Risque Situe Music BMI @SONG: Little Tin God "A new age is dawning On fewer than expected Business as Usual" That's how the headline read Some shaky modern saviors Have now been resurrected In all this excitement You may have been misled People want a miracle They say "Oh Lord, can't you see us? We're tryin' to make a livin' down here And keep the children fed" But, from little dark motel rooms To "Six Flags over Jesus" "How are the mighty fallen" So the Bible said You don't have to pray to a little tin god Step out of the way for a little tin god you might fear the reaper, fear the rod But you never have to get down on your knees You don't have to holler, "please, please" No, you never have to get down on your knees For a little tin god The cowboy's name was "Jingo" And he heard that there was trouble So in a blaze of glory He rode out of the west No one was ever certain What it was that he was sayin' But they loved it when he told them They were better than the rest But you don't have to pray to a little tin god Step out of the way for a little tin god You might hate the system, hate the job But you never have to get down on your knees You don't have to holler, "please, please" No, you never have to get down on your knees For a little tin god Throw down a rope from heaven And lead the flock to water The man in the middle would have you think That you have no other choice But to wander in the wilderness Of all the upturned faces If you stop and listen long enough You will hear your own small voice But you don't have to pray to a little tin god Step out of the way for a little tin god You might fear the reaper, fear the rod But you never have to get down on your knees You don't have to holler, "please, please" No, you never have to get down on your knees Never have to holler, "please, please" You never have to get down on your knees You never have to holler, "please, please" You never have to get down on your knees For a little tin god Written by Don Henley, Danny Kortchmar and J. D. Souther Danny Kortchmar--basic track Pino Palladino--bass David Paich--additional keyboard Don Henley--harmony vocals Basic track recorded by Greg Ladanyi at The Complex (c) 1989 Cass County Music/Kortchmar Music ASCAP @SONG: Gimme What You Got* Baby picks off your plate--yours looks better And she throws hers on the floor Here, in the home of the brave And the land of the free The first word that baby learns is "more" So you're out there floating like a big, puffy cloud With the pool and the charcoal and the kids and the wife 'Til the reruns of your dreams are interrupted And you step out into life And it's still gimme, gimme what you got Gimme, gimme what you got I said gimme, gimme what you got (I want it, I want it) Gimme, gimme what you got Now it's take and take takeover, takeover It's all take and never give All these trumped up towers They're just golden showers Where are people supposed to live? You can arm yourself, alarm yourself But there's nowhere you can run 'Cause a man with a briefcase can steal more money Than any man with a gun I said gimme, gimme what you got Said gimme, gimme what you got Gimme, gimme what you got Gimme, gimme what you got You got the price of admission-- You don't have to ask permission To take somethin' from another man You cross a lawyer with the godfather, baby Make you an offer that you can't understand From Main Street to Wall Street to Washington From men to women to men It's a nation of noses pressed up against the glass They've seen it on the TV And they want it pretty fast You spend your whole life Just pilin' it up there You got stacks and stacks and stacks Then, Gabriel comes and taps you on the shoulder But you don't see no hearses with luggage racks Gimme, gimme what you got I said gimme, gimme what you got I said gimme, gimme what you got (I want it, I want it) Gimme, gimme what you got Written by Don Henley, Stan Lynch and John Corey *Produced by Don Henley, Stan Lynch and John Corey John Corey, Stan Lynch--basic track Danny Kortchmar--lead guitar Melissa Etheridge, Edie Brickell--background harmony vocals (c) 1988 Cass County Music/Matanzas Music ASCAP @SONG: If Dirt Were Dollars Walkin' like a millionaire Smilin' like a king He leaned his shopping cart against the wall He said, "I been a lot of places And I seen a lot of things But, sonny, I seen one thing that beats 'em all I was flyin' back from Lubbock I saw Jesus on the plane ...or maybe it was Elvis You know, they kind of look the same Hey, look out, Junior, you're steppin' on my bed" I said, "I don't see nothin'" He just glared at me and said, If dirt were dollars If dirt were dollars If dirt were dollars I wouldn't worry anymore Lookin' like a beauty queen Loyal as a wife She raised her little voice and testified, "I am a good girl I've been one all my life" But her virtue was as swollen as her pride She should've had the Oscar She must have been miscast Her fifteen minutes went by so fast I said, "Now, baby, have you got no shame?" She just looked at me uncomprehendingly Like cows at a passing train If dirt were dollars If dirt were dollars If dirt were dollars I wouldn't worry anymore We got the bully pulpit And the poisoned pen We got a press no better Than the public men This brave new world Gone bad again God's finest little creatures Looking brave and strong Whistling past the graveyard Nothing can go wrong Quoting from the scriptures With patriotic tears We got the same old men With the same old fears Standing at attention Wrapped in stars and stripes They hear the phantom drummers And the nonexistent pipes These days the buck stops nowhere No one takes the blame But evil is still evil In anybody's name If dirt were dollars If dirt were dollars If dirt were dollars We'd all be in the black Written by Don Henley, Danny Kortchmar and J. D. Souther Danny Kortchmar--basic track Stan Lynch--additional percussion Sheryl Crow, Don Henley, J. D. Souther--background vocals Basic track recorded by Greg Ladanyi at The Complex (c) 1989 Cass County Music/Kortchmar Music ASCAP @SONG: The Heart of the Matter* I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear But I knew that it would come An old, true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone She said you found someone And I thought of all the bad luck, and the struggles we went through And how I lost me and you lost you What are those voices outside love's open door Make us throw off our contentment and beg for something more? I'm learning to live without you now But I miss you sometimes The more I know, the less I understand All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again I've been tryin' to get down to the heart of the matter But my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter But I think it's about forgiveness Forgiveness Even if, even if you don't love me anymore These times are so uncertain There's a yearning undefined ...people filled with rage We all need a little tenderness How can love survive in such a graceless age? The trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness They're the very things we kill, I guess Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms And the work I put between us doesn't keep me warm I'm learning to live without you now But I miss you, baby The more I know, the less I understand All the things I thought I'd figured out I have to learn again I've been trying to get down to the heart of the matter But everything changes and my friends seem to scatter But I think it's about forgiveness Forgiveness Even if, even if you don't love me anymore There are people in your life who've come and gone They let you down and hurt your pride Better put it all behind you; life goes on You keep carryin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside I've been trying to get down to the heart of the matter But my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter But I think it's about forgiveness Forgiveness Even if, even if you don't love me I've been tryin' to get down to the heart of the matter Because the flesh will get weak and the ashes will scatter So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness Forgiveness Even if, even if you don't love me Written by Mike Campbell, Don Henley and J. D. Souther *Produced by Mike Campbell, Don Henley and Danny Kortchmar Mike Campbell--guitars and keyboards Larry Klein--bass Stan Lynch--drums and percussion Julia Waters, Maxine Waters, Carmen Twillie--background harmony vocals (c) 1989 Cass County Music/Wild Gator Music ASCAP Your request matches 1 albums and 10 songs.