No Love Here
No Love Here
Hey now don’t get tight, I see the fire burning bright inside you
Don’t be mad tonight, but then you’d rather scratch and claw till daylight
Madness, raindrop eyes, you’re oh, so smooth you try to make me realize
That there’s no love here
Girl, you say you’re mine; you speak so sweet I might as well just stay blind
Light line, laugh and wait, too many broken hearts are saying, “Don’t cry!”
Do we really swing? Can I believe it when you say, “I’ll be you.”
Is there no love here?
Oh, you modern girls, don’t say you have to play with only good guys
Don’t be lonely, girl, it’s tough enough to just say goodbye
Damn you make this hard, just flash a smile and say I’m crazy
If there’s no love here
7/17/82
The Motorcade
Let us roll from fast to slow; from the present to the past
In faces drawn on paper, let us find our soul
And we shall sing, and life goes on; in time, this wound will heal
And we on high, shall cross this land
Picture, time, this face, time, ruin, pictures
Remember me
And we shall sing, and life goes on; in time, this wound will heal
And we on high, shall cross this land
3/3/86
Together
Hey love, hey, what’s it gonna be?
You and me, nice and easy, a moment together
I can’t see any reason not to be glad you’re here with me
Sometimes life’s troubles blind us, we forget we’re not alone
It’s us, together
I can’t find any reason not to be glad you’re here with me
What little I know, what little I say
It won’t protect me without you; it just wouldn’t matter
And I just know, from this heart, say it’s true
That I’m in love with you
3/17/86
A Last Embrace
Walk in rhythm, I can see us, our hands bound together
In the morning we still smile; have a good day wherever you go
I don’t want to tell you where I go; still, you never ask
Are we lovers or just bodies struggling to touch skin we shed long ago
In places our hearts say we’ve never been
Is this you, to whom I said I would always love, forever in a time that’s given way
To dreams
So, love, take to the land we have given you, and we will kiss one last time
As we walk away, will you see that single tear fall from the eye
Or simply the sound of a heart as it heaves its sigh
4/6/86
Career day
Rain dance (gun fun), playing in the street
Taking Jimmy (downtown), time to learn (time to think)
Who you gonna be, who you gonna touch?
You see ‘em all (see those faces)
Who you gonna kiss, who you gonna trouble?
It’s how you see (the world that be)
It’s what you think you can take from me
Much too fun (much too clean), wholesome live, wholesome themes, yeah
Let’s all have money (let’s all be cute)
Say something clever, swallow the puke
We can all have rhythm, (we all can swing)
We can all be fat (we can all be lean); we can say you’re us, we can say you’re them
One to the left, one to the right, one in the middle, one outta sight
4/14/86
Jesse
Jesse was the prototype, serial number one, the first they manufactured for public use
His coat was stainless shining, his well-oiled joints moved fast and free
Ah, he was the pride of old Detroit and for all the world to see
Jesse though had a problem that started in his head, and ran through his body like cancer does
For when he tried to move it, his head popped off and fell to the ground
Now he’s back at home in old Detroit so remodeling can begin
Months and months went rolling by as work kept going on
To mend the many problem that Jesse had
And when they re-introduced him, he bowed and his head went bang, pop, boom, bang-bang
So, they rolled him back to the town of old Detroit, and quietly slammed the door
Oh, Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, will you ever be done?
Well, many years have passed us by and many Jesses too
The last I do recall was number ninety-four
But of all the different Jesses, my heart still remembers dear old Jesse one
For he was the pride of old Detroit, and for all the world to see
3/13/78
Billy Bob Blues/Jumpin’ Down Jack
I came calling, but, baby, you weren’t home; just like you when I’m in need
I got my problem; can’t you see it?
That’s what you’re here for, baby, to sooth my blues
You’re probably out having a good time; I’m all broke up here feeling lousy and low
You got no heart seems to me
I couldn’t do this, baby, to you and not feel bad
I think you’re avoiding me
What, you think I can’t have a good time? It’s not true
I’m hurting; I know I see it in the mirror every morning when I get up to shave
I’ve been nice to you, took you places
Bought you that black shirt goes with your shoes
It’s those friends of yours saying I’m strange, making fun of my Rambler
I’m sensitive, baby, an artist too
But you just party, party, party, while I’m an emotional wreak
You rotten, woman! Someday, someone’s gonna get you too!
4/30/86