THE PASSENGER 

I am the passenger and I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
yeah the bright and hollow sky
you know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
over the city's ripped backsides
and everything looks good tonight
singing la la la la lalalala
la la la la lalalala la la
get into the car
we'll be the passenger
we'll ride through the city tonight
we'll see the city's ripped backside
we'll see the bright and hollow sky
we'll see the stars that shine so bright
stars made for us tonight
oh the passenger
oh how he rides
oh the passenger
he rides and he rides
he looks through his window
what does he see?
he sees the bright and hollow sky
he sees the stars come out tonight
he sees the city's ripped backsides
he sees the winding ocean drive
and everything was made for you and me
all of it was made for you and me
'cause it just belongs to you and me
so let's take a ride
and see what's mine
singing la la la la lalalala
la la la la lalalala
la la la la lalalala la la
oh the passenger
he rides and he rides
he sees things from under glass
he looks through his window side
he sees the things he knows are his
he sees the bright and hollow sky
he sees the city sleep at night
he sees the stars are out tonight
and all of it is yours and mine
and all of it is yours and mine
so let's ride and ride
singing la la la la lalalala
la la la la lalalala
la la la la lalalala la la

YOU AIN'T SEEN NORTHING YET

I met a devil woman
She took my heart away
She said I had it coming to me
But I wanted it that way
I think that any love is good love                            
So I took what I could get ooh..ooh
She looked at me with big brown eyes and said...

You ain't seen nothin' yet
B-B-Baby you just ain't seen nothin' yet
Here's something you're never gonna forget
B-B-Baby you just ain't seen n-n-nothin' yet (you ain't been around)
And now I'm feelin' better
'Cause I found out for sure
She took me to her doctor
And he told me of a cure
He said that any love is good love
So I took what I could get
Yes I took what I could get
And then she looked at me with big brown eyes... said

LOVE IS THE DRUG

T'aint no big t'ing
To wait for the bell to ring
T'aint no big t'ing
The toll of the bell

Aggravated - spare for days
I troll downtown the red light place
Jump up bubble up - what's in store
Love is the drug and I need to score

Showing out, showing out, hit and run
Boy meets girl where the beat goes on

Stitched up tight, can't shake free
Love is the drug got a hook on me

Oh oh catch that buzz
Love is the drug I'm thinking of

Oh oh can't you see
Love is the drug for me

Late that night I park my car
Stake my place in the singles bar

Face to face, toe to toe
Heart to heart as we hit the floor

Lumber up limbo down
The locked embrace, the stumble round

I say go, she say yes
Dim the lights, you can guess the rest

Oh oh catch that buzz
Love is the drug I'm thinking of

Oh oh can't you see
Love is the drug got a hook in me

Oh oh catch that buzz
Love is the drug I'm thinking of

Oh oh can't you see
Love the drug for me

LONG TRAIN RUNNING

Down around the corner
a half a mile from here
You see them old trains runnin'
and you watch them disappear
Without love
where would you be now
Without love

You know I saw miss Lucy
down along the tracks
She lost her home and family
and she won't be comin' back
Without love
where would you be now
Without love
Well the Illinois Central
and the Southern Central Freight
gotta keep on pushin' mama
'cause you know they're running late
Without love
where would you be now
Without love

Well the Illinois Central
and the Southern Central Freight
gotta keep on pushin' mama
'cause you know they're running late
Without love
where would you be now
Without love

Where the pistons keep on charmin'
and the wheels go round' and round'
And the steel rails are cold and hard
for the miles they go around
Without love
where would you be right now
Without love
where would you be now?
Got to get it baby wont you move it down?
Won't you move it down?
Baby baby baby baby wont you move it down?
When the big train run
and the train is movin' on
I got to keep on movin'
Keep on movin'
Keep on movin'
Gonna keep on movin'

VICIOUS

Vicious
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
Ohh, baby you're so vicious

Vicious
You want me to hit you with a stick
But all I've got's a guitar pick
Huh... baby you're so vicious

When I watch you come
I just want to run   far away
You're not the kind of person
Around whom I want to stay

When I see you comin' down the street
I step on your hands and I mangle your feet
You're not the kind of person that I wanna meet
Oh, baby, you're so vicious

Vicious
Hey, why don't you swallow razor blades
You must think I'm some kinda gay blade
But baby, you're so vicious

When I watch you comin'
I just have to run
You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun
When I see you walkin' down the street
I step on your hand and I mangle your feet
You're not the kind of person that I even wanna meet
'Cause you're so vicious

Vicious
Vicious...

SWEET HOME ALABAMA

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin.
Singing songs about the southland
I miss'ole' 'bamy once again (and I think it's a sin)
Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down.
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember,
A southern man don't need him around anyhow

Sweet home Alabama,
Where the skies are so blue,
Sweet home Alabama,
Lord, I'm coming home to you.
In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor   Boo  hoo  hoo !
Now we all did what we could do.
Now Watergate does not bother me.
Does your conscience bother you?  (tell the truth)
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a tune or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how about you?

WILLIN'

I've been worked by the rain
Driven by the snow
Drunk and dirty - don't you know
But I'm still..          ..willin
(And I was) Out on the road
Late at night
Seen my pretty Alice in every headlight
Alice..           ..Dallas Alice
And I been from  Tucson to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapa
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed

And if you give me
Weed, Whites and wine
And you show me a sign
I'll be willin'         to be movin'
Kicked by the wind
Robbed by the sleet
Had my head stoved in but I'm still on my feet
And I'm still ....     in a whole lot of trouble

Smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico
Baked by the sun
Every time I go to Mexico
And I'm still...

YEAR OF THE CAT

On a morning from a Bogart movie
in a country where they turned back time
you go strolling through the crowd like
Peter Lorre contemplating a crime.
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress
running like a water color in the rain.
Don't bother asking for explanations.
She'll just tell you that she came

in the Year of the Cat.

She doesn't give you time for questions
as she locks up you arm in hers.
And you follow 'til your sense of
which direction completely disappears.
By the blue-tiled walls near the market stalls
there's a hidden door she leads you to.
"These days," she says, "I feel my life just
like a river running through

the Year of the Cat."

Well she looks at you so cooly
and her eyes shine like the moon

in the sea.
She comes in incense and pathchouli
so you take her to find what's
waiting inside

the Year of the Cat.

Well morning comes and you're still with her
and the bus and the tourists are gone.
And you've thrown away your choice and
lost your ticket so you have to stay on.
But the drumbeat strains of the night
remain in the rhythm of the newborn day.
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
but for now you're gonna stay

in the Year of the Cat.

INCONTRO

E correndo mi incontrò lungo le scale

quasi nulla mi sembrò cambiato in lei

la tristezza poi ci avvolse come miele

per il tempo scivolato su noi due.

Il sole che calava già

rosseggiava la città

già nostra ed ora straniera

incredibile e  fredda;

come un istante "deja vu"

ombra  della gioventù

ci circondava la  nebbia.

Auto ferme ci guardavano in silenzio

vecchi muri proponevan nuovi eroi

dieci anni da narrare l'uno all'altro

ma le frasi rimanevan dentro in noi

"cosa fai ora, ti ricordi,

eran belli i nostri tempi,

ti ho scritto è un anno,

mi han detto che eri ancor via".

E poi la cena a casa sua,

la mia nuova cortesia,

stoviglie color nostalgia.

E le frasi quasi fossimo due vecchi

rincorrevan solo il tempo dentro in noi

per la prima volta vidi quegli specchi

capii i quadri, i soprammobili ed i suoi.

I nostri miti morti ormai,

la scoperta di Hemingway

il sentirsi nuovi

le cose sognate e poi viste

la mia America e la sua

diventate nella via

la nostra città tanto triste.

Carte e vento volan via nella stazione

freddo e luci accese forse per noi lì

ed infine in breve la sua situazione

uguale quasi a tanti nostri film:

come in un libro scritto male

lui si era ucciso per natale

ma il triste racconto sembrava

assorbito dal buoi

povera amica che narravi

dieci anni in poche frasi

e io i miei in un solo saluto.

E pensavo dondolato dal vagone

"cara amica il tempo prende il tempo dà

noi corriamo sempre in una direzione

ma qual sia e che senso abbia chi lo sa

restano i sogni senza tempo

le impressioni di un momento

le luci nel buio

di case intraviste da un treno

siamo qualcosa che non resta

frasi vuote nella testa

e il cuore di simboli pieno".