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Rickie Lee Jones - Jolie Jolie
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Rickie Lee Jones - Danny's all-star joint
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Rickie Lee Jones - Someone to watch over me
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Rickie Lee Jones - Company
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Rickie Lee Jones - On Saturday afternoons in 1963
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Rickie Lee Jones - Sailor Song
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Rickie Lee Jones - 7th Day
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Rickie Lee Jones - Chuck E's In Love
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Rickie Lee Jones - Circle in the sand
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Rickie Lee Jones - Coolsville
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Rickie Lee Jones - Easy Money
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Rickie Lee Jones - Living it up
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Rickie Lee Jones - The horses
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Rickie Lee Jones - Woody and Dutch on the slow train to Peking
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Rickie Lee Jones - A Face In The Crowd
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Rickie Lee Jones - A Lucky Guy
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Rickie Lee Jones - A Second Chance
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Rickie Lee Jones - A stranger's car
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Rickie Lee Jones - A Tree On Allenford
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Rickie Lee Jones - After Hours
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Rickie Lee Jones - Altar Boy
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Rickie Lee Jones - Atlas' marker
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Rickie Lee Jones - Away From The Sky
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Rickie Lee Jones - Beat angels
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Rickie Lee Jones - Bitchenostrophy
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Rickie Lee Jones - Bye bye blackbird
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Rickie Lee Jones - Carried into redemption
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Rickie Lee Jones - Cloud of unknowing
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Rickie Lee Jones - Comin' Back To Me
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Rickie Lee Jones - Cycles
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Rickie Lee Jones - Dat dere
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Rickie Lee Jones - Deep Space
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Rickie Lee Jones - Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying
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Rickie Lee Jones - Donkey Ride
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Rickie Lee Jones - Driving away
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Rickie Lee Jones - Drunk on the striped table
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Rickie Lee Jones - Elvis Cadillac
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Rickie Lee Jones - Falling Up
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Rickie Lee Jones - Firewalker
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Rickie Lee Jones - Flying Cowboys
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Rickie Lee Jones - For No One
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Rickie Lee Jones - Gethsemane
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Rickie Lee Jones - Ghetto Of My Mind
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Rickie Lee Jones - Ghost train
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Rickie Lee Jones - Ghostyhead
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Rickie Lee Jones - Gravity
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Rickie Lee Jones - Hey Bub
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Rickie Lee Jones - Hi-lili-hi-lo
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Rickie Lee Jones - Howard
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Rickie Lee Jones - I Can't Get Started
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Rickie Lee Jones - I was There
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Rickie Lee Jones - I Won't Grow Up
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Rickie Lee Jones - I'll be seeing you
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Rickie Lee Jones - It Hurts
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Rickie Lee Jones - It Must Be Love
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Rickie Lee Jones - It Takes You There
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Rickie Lee Jones - Juke box fury
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Rickie Lee Jones - Just my baby
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Rickie Lee Jones - Lamp of the Body
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Rickie Lee Jones - Lap Dog
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Rickie Lee Jones - Leaving through the forest path
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Rickie Lee Jones - Letters from the 9th Ward / Walk away Renee
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Rickie Lee Jones - Liner notes
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Rickie Lee Jones - Little Mysteries
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Rickie Lee Jones - Little Yellow Town
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Rickie Lee Jones - Love is gonna bring us back alive
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Rickie Lee Jones - Love junkyard
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Rickie Lee Jones - Lush life
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Rickie Lee Jones - Magazine
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Rickie Lee Jones - Matters
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Rickie Lee Jones - Mink Coat At The Bus Stop
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Rickie Lee Jones - More at the striped table
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Rickie Lee Jones - My funny valentine
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Rickie Lee Jones - My one and only love
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Rickie Lee Jones - Night train
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Rickie Lee Jones - Nobody Knows My Name
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Rickie Lee Jones - On the street where you live
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Rickie Lee Jones - One hand one heart
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Rickie Lee Jones - Outside the great divide
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Rickie Lee Jones - Pink flamingos
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Rickie Lee Jones - Pirates (So Long Lonely Avenue)
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Rickie Lee Jones - Rainbow sleeves
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Rickie Lee Jones - Rebel rebel
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Rickie Lee Jones - Road to Emmaus
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Rickie Lee Jones - Roadkill
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Rickie Lee Jones - Rodeo Girl
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Rickie Lee Jones - Runaround
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Rickie Lee Jones - Running from mercy
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Rickie Lee Jones - Satellites
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Rickie Lee Jones - Scary Chinese movie
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Rickie Lee Jones - Secret language of trees
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Rickie Lee Jones - Show biz kids
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Rickie Lee Jones - Skeletons
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Rickie Lee Jones - Smile
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Rickie Lee Jones - So long
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Rickie Lee Jones - Something cool
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Rickie Lee Jones - Spring can really hang you up the most
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Rickie Lee Jones - Stewart's coat
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Rickie Lee Jones - Sunny afternoon
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Rickie Lee Jones - Tell Somebody (Repeal The Patriot Acts Now)
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Rickie Lee Jones - The albatross
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Rickie Lee Jones - The ballad of the sad young men
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Rickie Lee Jones - The Evening Of My Best Day
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Rickie Lee Jones - The last chance Texaco
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Rickie Lee Jones - The low spark of high-heeled boys
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Rickie Lee Jones - The real end
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Rickie Lee Jones - The returns
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Rickie Lee Jones - The second time around
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Rickie Lee Jones - The unsigned painting
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Rickie Lee Jones - The weird beast
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Rickie Lee Jones - Tigers
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Rickie Lee Jones - Traces of the western slopes
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Rickie Lee Jones - Tried to Be A Man
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Rickie Lee Jones - Trouble man
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Rickie Lee Jones - Ugly Man
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Rickie Lee Jones - Under the boardwalk
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Rickie Lee Jones - Up a lazy river
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Rickie Lee Jones - Up from the skies
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Rickie Lee Jones - Vessel of light
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Rickie Lee Jones - We belong together
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Rickie Lee Jones - Weasel and the white boys cool
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Rickie Lee Jones - Where I Like It Best
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Rickie Lee Jones - Young blood
More at the striped table
Rickie Lee Jones
They are never clean, these men. And their dirtiness makes them objects of lust.
I think its religion that makes that possible. Or sex is simply dog eat dog,
and when we set our teeth into the submissive we are aroused.
And when we have the opportunity to role on our backs, with consciousness, willing, out of costume, well,
who would throw that ticket away. I would not. I sat in the cool shadows of these men,
and my brain is a pimple train, of secret running out of the left side of my eye
the more comes out the better I feel but where does this stuff go? I watch the governmentworkers eating.
I watch all the mexican people in their pretty dresses with their children.
I think they think this is downtown in mexico. they think this is just a city. don't they know what this is down here?
so I run threads through the secret community of them, and I am one of them now and no longer on my knees.
there's somebody named ivan and I saw him at a party he's the guy people said to stay away from.
he put an armful of crank into me and before the needle was out I was on the floor.
it wasn't his fault really, he was just trying to be a nice guy. everybody likes a big shot.
I had no clothes at all, no shoes. I like parading , I liked walking around the empty city after everyone was in their drugless beds. Every inch of concrete was mine. I could
sit on any step. and all angry clouds were made by me. I had been kicked out of hippy houses all over seattle. the house on john street. 6th and john. they had me
sleeping on the roof out there. Those guys in their thirties who listened to jazz all the time. The one was really nice. He argued with his room mate to let me stay. I had no
where to go. The other guy said he didn't care. I'd find somewhere. Jesus, she'll end up back at ivans.
So the other room mate, he got in a hippy van with all kinds of nicely dressed hippies. Flowers painted on the v.w., velvet, boots, the whole thing. I wished I could be a girl
like that. I was only fourteen, and no matter how many people I fucked or shots I took or cars I got into I just could not seem to have that power of older. All I got was more
used. not more big. I wished they'd invite me with them. I wished I had friends, and nice clothes, and a place to go. care free, but rooted. When I ran away my family left the
motel where we had lived in seal beach. I could not find them now if I wanted to.
there had been ballet lessons, drama lessons. a.a.u. swim team. I had taken modeling and I had a guitar. I had percussion instruments. I never had to do housework.
I had to babysit every night but my mom worked and my dad was hardly around. I could go walking around and go to peoples houses as I liked. but I was not liked at
home. no one liked any one there.
under the freeway.
there are no signs of life.
the factories loom about her and in every shadow are eyes.
and I n every eye is a strangers car.
now she cowers beneath the freeway , a dragon, and she counts the seconds
in long hand, on her fingers, until there are so many of them that she cannot move them any more.
time is about to stand still, as still as living can stand, and it is stopping
here beneath the belly of the dragon. But the dragon is not stopping. He breathes
furiously traffic above, steel and dangerous fire, murderous, demeaning, a traffic to aspire to.
poncho comes in with a black eye and a hair cut. He's ready to dig up the floor.