VINEGAR HILL<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I’m gonna run these miles for you But I’m never comin’ back, never comin’ back I’m gonna spear this deer for you I’m gonna sweep this stage for you <\/p>\n\n\n\n PRECISELY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Never gonna read all those books up on that shelf And I know I’m gonna need it again Mangoes on the trees, I remember them, do you? And I know I’m gonna need it again\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n My cat’s in the closet The power’s out again, everybody’s friendly ‘Cause you know you’re gonna need ’em again <\/p>\n\n\n\n NINA<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n My sweet Nina with the concertina, if you My sweet Nina with the concertina, if you Nina \u2013 she’s the only one for me My sweet Nina with the concertina, have you My sweet Nina with the concertina, like a Nina \u2013 she plays my rock and roll <\/p>\n\n\n\n OUT THE DOOR<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n How did we get so far from the get-go? I don’t want to know anymore Follow me outside, some kind of homicide <\/p>\n\n\n\n ROUND THE BEND<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The fog rolls in \u2013 into your house Now it’s seven long years since we set out Now we ain’t had a breeze these fourteen days We walked on the moon I know <\/p>\n\n\n\n MASS EXTINCTION NO. 6<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Pride of lions on the prowl You can’t stop, you can’t fix <\/p>\n\n\n\n Mass Extinction Number Six Pack of wolves running scared Brand new building two miles tall <\/p>\n\n\n\n I DON’T WANT TO DO IT ANYMORE<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I don’t want to do it anymore The world we had before we had before us I don’t want to hear it anymore I don’t want to do it anymore <\/p>\n\n\n\n PRETTY PLEASE<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Got a beat so sweet \u2013 So tight it’s outta sight It’s a natural scene \u2013 It’s cool and it’s clean So crank it up on the hi\u2013fi stereo Just gotta keep time, come up with a rhyme Look at that, you can do it \u2013 I knew it <\/p>\n\n\n\n STONE DEAF<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Stone deaf, snow blind, still out lookin’ for a shoeshine I can’t see so well these days, but I sure can feel the breeze Stone deaf\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n I’ve sailed the sea and I’ve kissed the moon and I’ve scaled the dunes at dusk Stone deaf\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Smiling faces, familiar places, I got nowhere else to be I can’t remember where I was, I don’t know where I am Stone deaf\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n GHOST OF THE GIRL<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Well I stepped off the Airbus in Athens last year Now my own backyard is a jungle of tears Well I walked to the slip and I sighted a ship I traveled the world like I wanted <\/p>\n\n\n\n WINTER BLUES<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Baby I’m shakin’ like a leaf But I ain’t got time for the winter blues I guess I got promises to keep And I ain’t got time for the winter blues\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n After all, the seasons even out And I ain’t got time for the winter blues\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n FORBIDDEN<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Guess I know what really happened There were the chords that everybody uses when they Don’t know how this could have happened Everything is turned around So I’ve been workin’ on the railroad <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Words and Music by Jon Sobel \u00a9 2019 Jonathan Oren Music (BMI), Eating Light (ASCAP), Cousin Dave Music (BMI), Hope Tunes (ASCAP) Lyrics by Jon Sobel \u00a9 2019 Whisperado‘s new album is available at CD Baby and Apple Music. VINEGAR HILL I’m gonna run these miles for you Lift these weights for you Rob this … Continue reading ““Out the Door” Album Lyrics”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1221","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1221","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1221"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1221\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1223,"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1221\/revisions\/1223"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1221"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nLift these weights for you
\nRob this bank and fill this tank
\nShaft this crank for you
\nI’m gonna beat this heart for you
\nSell this soul for you
\nBreak this horse and run this course
\nDig this hole for you<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nGonna leave this heart attack on Vinegar Hill
\nNever comin’ back, baby that’s a fact, I’m
\nNever goin’ back to Vinegar Hill<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nPour this wine for you
\nGut this fish and wash this dish
\nWish this wish for you
\nI’m gonna rhyme this rhyme for you
\nWin this war for you
\nI’m gonna pave this road and pull this load
\nHang this door for you<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dim these lights for you
Wail this wail and tell this tale
March off to jail for you
I’m gonna steal this book for you
Kill this bug for you
Clean this knife and live this live
Blow this jug for you<\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"whisperado](\"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/Out-the-Door-Cover-1024x1024.jpg\")
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\nNever gonna learn all those songs I wrote myself
\nNever gonna know where the old folks rest in peace
\nNever gonna go to that monastery in Greece
\nWhat kind of bird is that? Is this an elm tree?
\nLooked up that word again, ’cause it flew from my memory<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nEven if I don’t know precisely when
\nAnd I know I’m gonna run into you again
\nEven if I’m never gonna know precisely when<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nNow they shiver in the breeze, doesn’t matter what we do
\nDragging through the airport, getting ready for the show
\nA thousand people out there, not a single one I know
\nHow long have we been here? I’m seeing double
\nTrying to dig us free from here, but I can’t find my shovel<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nStiff as a comb now
\nMy photos of you flash-flooded
\nAnyway you’re in Rome now
\nDessert is sweet here
\nCan’t afford to eat here anyway<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nCan you feel the drought, my friend? Treat people gently<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even if you don’t know\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nEver seen her then you know what I mean
\nCan’t resist her, she’s an F5 twister, if you
\nEver kissed her then you know what I mean<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nEver seen her then you know what I mean
\nMy sweet chica wearin’ high-top sneakers, she don’t
\nHave to speak-a, she just play her machine<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nNina \u2013 she’s the moon and sun for me
\nShe’ll never know all the things she done for me
\nShe’s my soul sublime
\nWhen she’s got the time<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nEver seen-a my mademoiselle?
\nMet my Nina down in Taormina with a
\nCappuccino at the Grand Hotel<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nBallerina, she’s all the rage
\nGrass turned greener, when I saw my Nina with her
\nConcertina playing up on that stage<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nina \u2013 the music of my soul<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nTired of this tip-toein’ round, tired of this shit show
\nI don’t want to shut up, I don’t want to shut down
\nWant to be a cut-up, want to make a great big sound
\nI don’t want to know what dream you’re on
\nBaby I’ve tumbled the hell off whatever the hell I was on<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nHow to move soft across our floor
\nI don’t want to sit here one more evening
\nWant to swing low \u2013 right out the door<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe it’s a flood tide comin’, maybe it’s a mudslide
Put away childish things, quit bein’ so gun shy
Paid for a cannon with my coat, aimed with my one good eye
I don’t want to know what plane I’m on
I don’t really care which flight I booked
As long as I know that I’m gone<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nI hope you get home soon
\nYou play with me like a cat with a mouse
\nBut I’m safe in the afternoon
\nWhat’ll we do with our good fortune?
\nWho made the world so wide?
\nTake one small step off your front porch
\nInto this world of pride<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nTry to hold on to love, try to tease it out
\nNow we’re getting’ awful close \u2013 close to the end
\nWe’re getting’ where we’re goin’ and we’re goin’ round the bend<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nAin’t seen a drop of rain
\nSeen mice runnin’ by but the cat just lays there,
\nSuckin’ on sugarcane
\nWhat’ll we do when we’re done countin’ all the
\nSpilled-on days gone by?
\nGonna pitch my tent on the top of your mountain,
\nGonna roam where the turkey hawks fly<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That was quite some time ago<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nOn a mission to disembowel
\n“Cry murder” sing the crows
\nDirty diaper, bloody nose
\nFrogs and starfish, turtles and bees
\nRhinos, whales and chimpanzees
\nOrangutans, anemones
\nAnd more than these<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mass Extinction Number Six<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nTruckful of loggers, nothing spared
\nDouble rainbow, troubled times
\nMissing persons, and awkward rhymes
\nO Great Neptune come to me
\nCarry away my enemy
\nO Typhoon come set us free
\nCatastrophe<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Five years rising, nine-day fall
Rock dove picnic, Norway rats
Teacup Yorkies, window cats
Bronx coyotes coming down
Staten Island deer in town
Baby penguins in Central Park
But it’s getting dark<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nCan’t I just say screw it, this ain’t what I’m looking for
\nFactory, come back to me, I liked those old machines
\nPushcart trips and Velcro strips and all those ways and means
\nFolk songs on the radio sung out by human beings
\nWe still had the world we had before<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nIf you couldn’t play the horn you joined the chorus
\nIf you couldn’t sing a note you hopped a shiny Navy boat
\nOr ran to pave the moon or save the forest
\nWe still had the world we had before
\nNow I don’t want to do it anymore<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nWhenever I come near it my philosophy gets sore
\nI could fix my Dodge up with a Coke can and a wrench
\nBreak for lunch on sunny days with a shade tree and a bench
\nBuild a room below the stairs and never mind the stench
\nWe still had the world we had before<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Can’t you see I blew it babe, I’m shutting down the store
No one’s buying anyway, the merchandise is tired
The staff was no good anyway, and everybody’s fired
I don’t know what happened to the mofo you admired
When we still had the world we had before<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nGonna dance this dance
\nDon’t have to know how, just gotta start now<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nEven that little bitty baby knows just how this goes
\nEverywhere you look the stew’s startin’ to cook
\nDon’t have to know how, just gotta start now<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nHear the Midnight Special in a measure of Fennario
\nProud Mary still rolls through the cemeterio
\nGonna bang on a drum \u2013 Pretty please, Pretty Peggy\u2013o
\nGonna bang on a gong \u2013 Pretty please, Pretty Peggy\u2013o<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nPut a few on the floor, like a knock on the door
\nAnd the door opens wide, go on outside
\nDon’t have to know how, just gotta start now<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like bowling a strike, like riding a bike
Like riding a horse, you’re your own damn boss
Don’t have to know how, just gotta start now<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nIce cold, flameproof, still up dancin’ on a tin roof
\nFriday come wash over me, summertime slow down for me
\nI think I’d really rather miss my bus
\nStay here until the right one comes for us<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nThat smells of ancient Roman ways, blood and birds and bees
\nCastle walls and cannonballs burned deep into my brain
\nI never left that grassy moment no one could explain, so I’m<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nSmelled the blue volcano as it spat its ashen musk
\nThen down into the valley sunk in silent sunset wonder
\nAnd always in the distance there’s a coaly taste of thunder, but I’m<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nDon’t need no conversation, don’t need a revelation
\nI already know what’s ailin’ me<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nIt’s all a blur today, my friend, reality’s a sham
\nI think I’m gonna wait here on Whatever Avenue
\nA hundred trucks keep barrelin’ by, but I don’t mind if they do,
\n‘Cause I’m<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nAnd I boarded a boat in Piraeus
\nBound for the islands of octopus cheer
\nBut Poseidon was keen to waylay us
\nSo I set a new course then and followed the Norse
\nTo the wet lands of Brunswick and Fargo
\nBut it’s a fool who ignores the advice of his horse
\nIn a hurricane bound for Key Largo<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nThere’s no place like home for a panic
\nThere are goblins and wolves and of course Langoliers
\nMonsters depressive and manic
\nThe crabby old tree I tried so hard to climb
\nHides the ghost of the girl that I wanted
\nThe day that I reached her I ran out of time
\nAnd now the whole garden is haunted<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nThat was headed for parts Caribbean
\nBut was it a city with thousands of eyes
\nOr a giant-sized pot just to pee in?
\nWe sailed to the sky in a hot-air balloon
\nOver towns even older than Adam
\nThe witches were legion, they blotted the moon
\nWhile Satan was splitting the atom<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And now the whole garden is haunted<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nYou left me New Year’s Eve
\nDid you lose your mind
\nOr maybe I lost mine
\nWay up on the roof
\nI guess I told the truth<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nI won’t be cryin’ over you
\nHothouse flowers in the deep freeze
\nBlowin’ their own sweet summer breeze
\nChalkin’ it up to just one of those dreams we are prone to
\nWakin’ me up from one of those dreams where I loved you<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nThe mountain’s high but it ain’t that steep
\nWe were gonna get there, me and you
\nOne for all or ripped in two
\nSet the scene and took our bow
\nBut it doesn’t matter now<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nAnd kids are free to scream and shout
\nClimb a tree, smoke some weed
\nThey don’t know yet what they need
\nThe trip’s already underway
\nThe ground is hard, the sky is grey<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nAnyway it’s true enough
\nFound it all up in the treehouse
\nRight there with all the other stuff
\nI saw your favorite ukelele
\nSnugglin’ with someone’s tambourine
\nAnd then a composition notebook
\nOpen to a page I wish I’d never seen what I saw<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nWant an easy shortcut to emotional connection
\nThese are the changes of “Don’t Stop Believin’,”
\n“With or Without You,” even Bruce’s “Goin’ Down”
\nHe’s goin’ down<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nSeven years and never crossing swords
\nBut that sweetgum tree hid a secret
\nFour strings and four forbidden chords
\nI saw the dress you made in high school
\nThe copper necklace of the queen
\nA fateful scribble in a notebook
\nOpen to a page I wish I’d never seen what I saw<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nBackwards, wrong and upside-down
\nI don’t know what song I’m in
\nNow I know where you have been<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nWhile you were polishing a turd
\nI wish I’d never seen that notebook
\nOpen to a page I wish I’d never heard what I heard<\/p>\n\n\n\n