Albuquerque
Well, they say that santa fe is less than ninety miles away,
And I got time to roll a number and rent a car.
Oh, albuquerque.
Ive been flyin down the road, and Ive been starvin to be alone,
And independent from the scene that Ive known.
Albuquerque.
So Ill stop when I can, find some fried eggs and country ham.
Ill find somewhere where they dont care who I am.
Oh, albuquerque,
Albuquerque.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Running Blind
At a quick shop somewhere west of Albuquerque
Got a tank of gas, a cold drink and a beef jerky
The cashier she gave me a smile
So I stood there and I talked to her awhile.
She said, ''Where you headed, I hope I get there soon
I seen 'em all day long from 4 a.m. to noon
Some are runnin' from, some are running to
Some are runnin' blind, Lord which one are you?''
''Well'', I said, ''It don't 'pear to to me to be cut and dried
You don't know me from Adam, can it be so black and white.''
I said, ''I got a plan you see, I got it figured out.
How can you be so sure my dear, what I'm all about?''
She said, ''I've stood in this window for 27 years
I can tell you cash or credit, I can tell your brand of beer
I can tell you who's a liar and the truth is plain to see
That's you last $20 and don't ya lie to me.''
''There's a girl in Albuquerque cryin', ain't there
And you're standing in a quick shop lyin', ain't ya
Well?''
She handed back my $20, said, '' You know what to do
If you drive steady son, you'll be home this afternoon
And I hate to judge you, I don't mean to seem unkind
But there ain't no use in runnin' if you're only runnin' blind,''
''Ah, there ain't no use in running if you're only runnin' blind.''...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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My parents own a restaurant in Albuquerque.
quote by Neil Patrick Harris
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Wheels Are Turning
Written by gerry beckley and dewey bunnell, 1998
Found on human nature.
Albuquerque will be there in the morning
Purple mountains will rise up from the floor
After that you can just lift up the curtain
And the whole world will be there at your door
Down the road you see the heat waves a waving
All the signs are telling you where to go
And for you, this is a bold invitation
Its all you need, you dont need any more
Those wheels are turning once again
Now the sun is rising out of the ocean
Diesel trucks are flying by on the shore
Yes thats your spirit inside you just waiting
Its time to move, now that much you must know
Step outside and take a breath of the morning (step outside the door)
And the wind will tell you which way to go
You are the needle on the compass for certain
The missing map has come back to your door
Those wheels are turning once again
Thunder in the canyon waking up the night (waking up the night)
Black crow with an indigo glow on the highway
Albuquerque will be there in the morning
Purple mountains will rise up from the floor
After that you can just lift up that curtain
And the whole world will be there at your door
Those wheels are turning once again
Thunder in the canyon waking up the night (waking up the night)
Black crow with an indigo glow on the highway
Barking in the canyon waking up the night
Black crow with an indigo glow on the highway
Those wheels are turning once again
Theyve always been your truest friend
song performed by by America
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By The Time I Get To Phoenix
(jim webb)
By the time I get to phoenix hell be risin
Hell find the note I left hangin on his door
And hell laugh when he reads the part that says Im leavin
cause Ive left that man so many times before
By the time I make albuquerque hell be workin
Hell probably stop at lunch and give me a call
But hell just hear that phone keep on ringin
Off the wall, thats all
By the time I make oklahoma hell be sleepin
Hell turn softly and call my name out low
And hell cry just to think Id really leave him
Though time and time Ive tried to tell him so
Oh, he just didnt know
I would really go
I would really go
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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001-Traveling Cat
Pussy cat, pussy cat, why do you sing?
‘Cause I've been to London to visit the King.
Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you hence?
I frightened a bulldog over the fence.
And to tell the truth, I think I'll go
To Paris to dine on some escargot.
Then to Rome I'll take a trip
To eat some fresh Italian cat nip.
Maybe to Russia to slurp some borsch
Made from beets and the hooves of a Cossack horse.
Then I'll try not to be an American menace
And take a gondola ride on the canals of Venice.
I think next I'll take my vacation
And go and visit that Indian nation.
Those sexy statues can't be beat
When it comes to putting a cat in heat.
But enough of that, before my feet get gluey,
Off to China for some pork chop suey.
But they didn't serve it there, it's an American dish,
So I settled for a plate of Hong Kong fish.
Then a quick stop in old-world Turkey
And on to my home in Albuquerque.
Off to Texas for a big bowl of chilies
Not too hot or I'll get the willies.
Now that I'm back from over the sea,
I'll visit my Tom in old D.C.
It's Easter, I've been a long time gone
So let's roll some eggs on the White House lawn.
That pussy cat sure likes to roam,
But she's happy now that she's at home.
poem by George Hunter
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Dont Quote Me On That
Its all eggs bacon beans and a fried slice.
Did you see the one, yeah yeah,
The one they wrote in the paper just the other day,
Well, well would you believe it,
Well what I said, they took it all the wrong way.
Now youve gotta be careful, bout what you say,
Cos theyve got a bad habit
Were you reading in between the lines?
Or is that what I said? , now I just cant remember
They seem to have a very good memory though
But as far as Im concerned, as as far as Im concerned
You don;t have to be black white, chinese or anything really
Just enjoy, shut up, listen and dance...
Its all eggs bacon beans and a fried slice
Dont quote me on that, dont quote me on that
Dont quote me on that, please dont quote me
Dont quote me on that
Dont quote me on that
Hey hey, you know something, I said I liked that guy,
But thats not what I read in the paper
I dont have anything against them,
Its just eggs bacon and a fried slice
Dont quote me on that dont quote me on that
Dont quote me on that please dont quote me
Dont quoe me on that
Dont quote me on that.
You know, now we get worried about what we say
We shouldnt be that way
You know, I dont care who comes,
Cos as far as Im concerned,
Its, eggs bacon beans and a fried slice
Dont quote me on that
Dontr quote me on that
Please dont quote me
Mama mama, you know Im still friends with mickey
They say I shouldnt like him anymore, because Im all white,
Well hes allright by me
Dont quote me on that
Please dont quote me
Dont quote me on that
Dont quote me on that
Now what I do, I bring all my old friends along to see the show
And if you have the wrong ideas well,
Its all eggs bacon beans and a fried slice
Dont quote me on that oh no
(dont quote me on that)
Please dont quote me
(dont quote me on that)
I never said that
(dont quote me on that)
Thats not what I meant
(dont quote me on that)
Well I suppose you could take it that way
(dont quote me on that)
But thats not what I meant to say
(dont quote me on that)
Wont you give me another chance
(dont quote me on that)
Please please
Dont quote me on that....
Id like to say thank you to pete, peter tosh
And all the other people who come and they believe in us for the fun and the music
Cos all Ive got to say to you press now is
Its all bacon beans and a fried slice
Eggs bacon beans and a fried slive
Go to maggies caff
132 liverpool road
Just down the road, just round the corner
Only theres not much corner
Its just chairs and tables and theyve even got a space invaders machine...
A cup of tea, thats fine for me,
Cos its all eggs bacon beans and a fried slive
Are you sure you turned that tape recorder off?
Are you sure? ,
Are you sure?
song performed by by Madness
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Blue Bedroom
(toby keith/chuck cannon)
Woke up this morning with day old coffee
Smoked what was left of your cigarette
Sit by the phone just in case you call me
It aint ringing yet
Youre probably half way to albuquerque
Youll hang a north up to santa fe
Youll never know just how much it hurt me
To watch you walk away
From my blue bedroom
Ive got a sad and lonely view
Of a melancholy moon
My pillow smells like your perfume
Missing you in my blue bedroom
You never told me why you were leaving
I guess you did what you had to do
If you find that love is what youre needing
Its waiting here for you
From my blue bedroom
Ive got a sad and lonely view
Of a melancholy moon
My pillow smells like your perfume
Missing you in my blue bedroom
You left a red dress, some purple shoes
That silver comb that you never used
A yellow ribbon from your hair
Baby youre still everywhere
In my blue bedroom
In my blue bedroom
Ive got a sad and lonely view
Of a melancholy moon
My pillow smells like your perfume
Missing you
Im needing you
Baby I want you
In my blue bedroom
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Promised Land
I left my home in norfolk virginia, california on my mind.
Straddled that greyhound, it rode me past raleigh, and on across caroline.
Stopped in charlotte and bypassed rock hill, and we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of atlanta by sundown, rollin cross the georgia state.
Had motor trouble it turned into a struggle, half way cross alabam,
The hound broke down left us all stranded in downtown birmingham.
Straight off bought me a through train ticket, right across mississippi clean
And I was on the midnight flyer out of birmingham
Smoking into new orleans.
Somebody help me get out of louisiana
Just help me get to houston town.
People are there who care a little bout me
And they wont let the poor boy down.
Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit, put luggage in my hands,
And I woke up high over albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land.
Workin on a t-bone steak a la carte,
Flying over to the golden state;
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
Wed be headin in the terminal gate.
Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it to the telephone.
Los angeles give me norfolk virginia,
Tidewater four ten on nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin
And the poor boys on the line.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Me and My Pony
Me and my pony hooked up on the Chicago Eastside and went for a ride,
we grabbed a corndog in Springfield and pulled our way on to Route 66.
In Oklahoma we sat with an Indian chief, watching movies while lovers kissed,
and turned a collar to a Cadillac ranch in Amarillo, blue lips and fresh Texas snow.
No Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque passed in a desert Gallup through New Mexico,
how we grinned standing on a corner in Winslow Arizona, it was such a fine site to see.
A thousand stars shot ancient arrows, sleeping safe under the Joshua Tree,
a Sunset Motel, the story ends, me and my pony dream of doing it all again
poem by Alexander Downie
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Promised Land
Left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my mind
Straddled that Greyhound
And rode it into Raleigh
And on across Caroline
We stopped in Charlotte
But we bypassed Rockhill
We never was a minute late
We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rolling out of Georgia state
Had some motor trouble
That turned into a struggle
Half way 'cross Alabam
That hound broke and left us
All stranded in downtown Birmingham
So right away I bought me a through train ticket
Right across Mississippi clean
And I was on that Special Flyer
Out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans
Someone's got to help me get out of Louisiana
Just to help me get to Houston town
There's an uncle there who cares a little about me
And he won't let the poor boy down
Sure as you're born
He bought me a silk suit
Put some luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the Promised Land
Working on a T-Bone steak
A la carte
Flying over to the Golden State
When the pilot told us that in thirteen minutes
He would have us at the terminal gate
Swing down chariot
Come down easy
Taxi to the terminal dome
Cut your engines
And cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles give me Norfolk, Virginia
Tidewater four-ten-O-nine
Tell the folks back home
This is the Promised Land calling
And the poor boy is on the line
song performed by by James Taylor
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End Of The Road
(t. cerney, e. king, g. rossington, j. van zant)
It was a late night show in georgia
We were on the ol highway
We know weve lost some friends
And family on the way
But you know we all feel better
And it makes it worth our time
To know our bus is rollin towards
That mason-dixon line
(chorus)
Oh we cant seem to find the end of the road
Roots never grow on the seeds that we sow
Weve still got our music and so many miles to go
You know we cant seem to find the end of the road
We know weve got a legacy thats hard to live up to
But theres still a lot of reasons
Why we play these songs for you
Its a family tradition and as long as were around
That freebird keeps on flyin and it never will come down
(repeat chorus)
Oh we cant seem to find the end of the road
Roots never grow on the seeds that we sow
We cant seem to find the end of the road
No matter how far we travel it always seems to slow
We still got our music and so many miles to go
You know we cant seem to find lord the end of the road
The end of the road
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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The Promised Land
Left my home in norfolk, virginia
California on my mind
Straddled that greyhound
And rode it into raleigh
And on across caroline
We stopped in charlotte
But we bypassed rockhill
We never was a minute late
We were ninety miles out of atlanta by sundown
Rolling out of georgia state
Had some motor trouble
That turned into a struggle
Half way cross alabam
That hound broke and left us
All stranded in downtown birmingham
So right away I bought me a through train ticket
Right across mississippi clean
And I was on that special flyer
Out of birmingham
Smoking into new orleans
Someones got to help me get out of louisiana
Just to help me get to houston town
Theres an uncle there who cares a little about me
And he wont let the poor boy down
Sure as youre born
He bought me a silk suit
Put some luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land
Working on a t-bone steak
A la carte
Flying over to the golden state
When the pilot told us that in thirteen minutes
He would have us at the terminal gate
Swing down chariot
Come down easy
Taxi to the terminal dome
Cut your engines
And cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone
Los angeles give me norfolk, virginia
Tidewater four-ten-o-nine
Tell the folks back home
This is the promised land calling
And the poor boy is on the line
song performed by by James Taylor
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Lady Plumber
There was a young lady from Albuquerque
Whose cute little house had a plugged drain
Put her overalls on n’ crawled ‘neath the sink
As, she was not one to get mad or complain
She reached for a gallon of “Drano”
Determined to avoid using a wrench
If successful it would be a 'No brainer'
She poured but the clog was entrenched
She reached for a wrench n’ unscrewed
Drainpipe fittings ‘neath stubborn sink
With plumber’s snake the pipe did intrude
Unclogged the pipe before you can blink
With a satisfied look and a big smile
She assembled the pipe fittings anew
She’d broken a nail, mussed her hairstyle
But in a minute or two she looked good as new
She’d proven plumbing is not just for guys
And dispelled “Weaker sex” n’ all it implies
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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My Heart Cries For You
(words & music by sigman - faith)
If youre in arizona, Ill follow you
If youre in albuquerque, Ill be there too
Well have a little chance to start a-new
Because my love is endless for you
My heart cries for you
Sighs for you, dies for you
My arms long for you
Please come back to me
An unimportant quarrel
Is what we had
We have to learn to live with the good and bad
Come together da da da la dum....
This loneliness is driving me mad
My heart cries for you
Sighs for you, dies for you
My arms long for you
Please come back to me
My heart cries for you
Sighs for you, dies for you
My arms long for you
Please come back to me
Please come back, come back, come back to me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Promised Land
I left my home in norfolk, virginia, california on my mind
I straddled that greyhound and rode him into raleigh, and on across caroline
I had motor trouble that turned into a struggle, halfway across alabama
And that hound broke down and left me all stranded in downtown birmingham
Right away I bought me a through train ticket, ridin across mississippi clean
And I was on the midnight flyer out of birmingham, smokin into new orleans
Somebody helped me get out of louisiana, just to help me get to houston town
There are people there who care a little bout me
And they wont let a poor boy down
Sure as youre born, they bought me a silk suit, they put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over albuquerque on a jet to the promised land
Workin on a t-bone steak, I had a party flyin over to the golden state
When the pilot told me in thirteen minutes
He would get us at the terminal zone
Swing low, chariot, come down easy, taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines and cool your wings, and let me make it to the telephone
Los angeles, give me norfolk, virginia, tidewater 41009
And tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin
And the poor boys on the line
(repeats 2x)
And tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin
And their big boys on the line
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Santa FE
The sky is bluest
in the clean, thin mountain air
of Santa Fe.
Seven days in the city
of Holy Faith,
but my faith is anything but holy.
It's 3: 30 a.m.
The cottonwood's roots are buried deep
underneath the adobe house.
Its arms scrape the skylight.
Raindrops tap against the window.
She sighs and says,
'I always loved you.'
I roll out of bed
and, in the dark, reach for my clothes.
By 4: 30 a.m. I'm on the road to Albuquerque.
My thoughts are on the hot air balloon
that, for awhile,
will suspend me above earth,
above the candle burning on the horizon,
above the rattle and hiss of the world.
The clouds are icebergs
floating in an azure sea
carried past Sandia peak.
'How's the weather in Chicago, '
the pilot asks.
'Heat wave is blasting the city, ' I reply.
'My brother says the sky is hazy, dirty.'
'Do you like the Midwest, ' he continues.
I shrug, ' I love the city.'
The roar of the flame drowns my voice,
and the hot air balloon rises.
My thoughts are of the adobe house
at the foot of Cristo De Sangre mountains
and the soft warm body waiting for me.
'I drove by Chicago back in '94, ' the pilot says,
'So, how do you like living in the Midwest? '
The balloon brushes a tree top,
the Tampa Bay newlyweds squeal.
I shrug, 'It's okay.'
No one listens.
Coyote sings to the vanishing moon
then streaks across open space.
The young lovers scream with excitement.
'So, how do you like Chicago, '
the pilot asks.
I mumble, 'I loved a woman there once.'
But no one cares,
as the hot air balloon descends
and the land of enchantment unfolds
before an ascending sun.
poem by Esteban Arellano
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Cant Cry These Tears
I just dont care anymore
Ive reached the end of the road
I just dont care anymore
Wont cry these tears anymore
Cant find it in the bible
Cant find it on tv
Cant find it in diamonds
Theres something inside me that just wont allow me to
Find it in music
Cant find it in my soul
Cant find it in chocolate
Oh babe I cant hide it
I cant even find it in you
Theres no way she can kiss you
The way that I do
I heard that you miss me
Oh you should be careful of who you keep talking to
Long nights without you have taught me to be strong
Ive cut all my losses
Think no more about it cause I couldnt find it in you
There was a time I thought Id die
If you should ever leave me high and dry
Now you dont want me any more
Its time to settle the score
I just dont care anymore
Ive reached the end of my tether
Ive torn all your letters up
I just dont care anymore
Wont cry these tears anymore
I just dont care anymore
Ive reached the end of my rope
And its time that I told you so
I just dont care anymore
Wont cry these tears anymore
song performed by by Garbage
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Everywhere
We were born in this little town
Growin up I was countin down
Every single day
til we made our get-away
But you said you could never see yourself
Tryin to make a life anywhere else
This would be your home
And I was on my own
But ever since you said good-bye
Ive been out here on the wind
And baby you would be surprised
All the places you have been
Ive seen you in...
Chorus:
Albuquerque
Waitin out a blizzard
Arizona
Dancin cross the desert
Watchin the sun set in
Monterey
Girl I swear just the other day you were
Down in georgia
Pickin them peaches
In carolina
Barefoot on the beaches
No matter where you choose to be
In my heart Ill always see you
Everywhere
Now days
When Im passin through
The conversation always turns to you
I hear youre doin fine
Livin out by the county line
Got a man thats home every night
A couple of kids and the kind of life
That you want to lead
Guess you couls say the same for me
Cuz you and i
Made our choices
All those years ago
Still I know
Ill hear your voice
And see you down the road
Bridge:
Maybe in
Oklahoma
Drivin cross the prairie
In dallas, texas
Isnt that where we
Always said we would
Like to try
Never did
So maybe thats why youre on
Every highway
Just beyond the high-beams
Right beside me
In all of my sweet dreams
No matter where you choose to be
In my heart Ill always see you
In...
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Statement With Rhymes
Plurality is all. I walk among the restaurants,
the theatres, the grocery stores; I ride the cars
and hear of Mrs. Bedford’s teeth and Albuquerque,
strikes unsettled, someone’s simply marvelous date,
news of the German Jews, the baseball scores,
storetalk and whoretalk, talk of wars. I turn
the pages of a thousand books to read
the names of Buddha, Malthus, Walker Evans, Stendhal, André Gide,
Ouspenski; note the terms: obscurantism,
factorize, fagaceous, endocarp; descend
the nervous stairs to hear the broken ends
of songs that float through city air.
In Osnabrück and Ogden, on the Passamaquoddy Bay,
in Ahmednagar, Waco (Neb.), in Santa Fé,
propelled by zeros, zinc, and zephyrs, always I’m pursued
by thoughts of what I am, authority, remembrance, food,
the letter on the mezzanine, the unemployed, dogs’ lonely faces, pianos and decay.
Plurality is all. I sympathize, but cannot grieve
too long for those who wear their dialectics on their sleeves.
The pattern’s one I sometimes rather like; there’s really nothing wrong
with it for some. But I should add: It doesn’t wear for long,
before I push the elevator bell and quickly leave.
poem by Weldon Kees
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Borderline
Daylights rising across the plains
This rig is streaking like a hellbound train
I smuggle whiskey, I smuggle gin
Where theres a need well I just truck on in
Im a gambling man, son of a gun
Ill take the risks now baby Ill make the run
Wanna get home now, back in the saddle
Aint gonna drive this kinda grade a cattle
Daylights rising across the plains
This rig is streaking like a hellbound train
Albuquerque now, new mexico
This .? ? ? .. one night show, yeah
* (and Im) one step closer to the devil
One step further from the law
Lord I guess Im just on borrowed time
But Im one step closer to the
One step closer to the borderline
18 hours on this one long shift
Wanna hear the sweet sound of my tailgate lift
Lord Im dying out on this road
Wanna see my baby, help me unload
* repeat
[instrumental]
Rolling stock now, shifting steel
Got a woman with a touch to heal
Diesel, dust and my wheels are humming
So close to home, can you feel me coming
* repeat
To the borderline...
To the borderline
[instrumental]
* repeat
To the borderline...
To the borderline...
Wheels are rollin down on home
song performed by by Ufo
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