Cassette Lyrics

The Last Sexy City On Earth

Well the long shore ball it was a real fine ball
As I stood on the surf with my friend Jesus
Well I woke at dawn on the cemetery lawn
All the leaves in the breeze they was a'makin' my bed
Well they drove right up in a long black hearse
And I said wait a minute man I don't wanna go first
Can you tell me what it costs can you tell me what it's worth
From the shore of the last sexy city on earth

Calling all lost puppies we're out here dancing
Come along little doggy and we'll teach you how to swim
Across the barren lands with your hands on the burning sands
Oh my my you're a' sinkin' right in
When your throat's burned dry and your dying there of thirst
And you're drowning in flames and your swimming in dirt
Can you tell me what it costs can you tell me what it's worth
From the shore of the last sexy city on earth

Well Joe Zak's store it don't stand there anymore
It got mowed over by the mowing man's mower
By the old lime mine on the hill where the mountain climbs
Oh my my Nona where did you go
Stay away from the mine boy your gonna get hurt
That's what Zia Lina said as the barbecue burnt
Yeah things are real bad and it's gonna get worse
On the shore of the last sexy city on earth
Yeah things are real bad and it's gonna get worse
Said the man with the dog and the Vonnegut shirt
Can you tell me what it costs can you tell me what it's worth
From the shore of the last sexy city on earth

Words & Music by John Borra

That Look In Your Eyes

It's the way that you smile that look in your eyes
You walked in the room and you took my surprise
And O with that look in your eyes

It was something I saw it was something I knew
You recognized me and I recognized you
And O by that look in your eyes

On the night that we met we danced till the dawn
It hadn't been new in so very long
And O what a surprise

Well I knew you before I knew you back then
I don't remember where and I don't remember when
But O I know that look in your eyes

Well they showed me your soul and they looked into me
I thought I'd been sold I thought I was free
But no there's no compromise
In the way that you smile that look in your eyes
We both did agree we'd be telling no lies
And no with that look in our eyes

Well the morning is breaking and the evening is done
I felt like I've known you ever since we was young
And O you wear no disguise
In the way that you smile that look in your eyes
Your blowing me away I'm so hypnotized
By you and that look in your eyes
Yeah you got that look in your eyes
Darling you

Words and Music by John Borra

Ghost Of The Rodeo

I did my last long rodeo
Yeah I was too young to die
I still had a lot of living to go
Yeah I was too young to die

No I ain't got nowhere to go
I got no wings to fly
They won't let me through the gates below
And I can't get in on high

I did my last long rodeo
Yeah I was too young to die
So I stay and I haunt this old rodeo
Cause I was too young to die
And I got no wings to fly
And I can't get in on high, Mama

Words and Music by John Borra

Who's Pickin' On You

He was long winded he made her feel like a piece of trash
And when the song ended he didn't notice and he didn't clap
Putting her down he was keeping her down
She started to believe that she wasn't no good
A beautiful jewel waiting to be found
They tried to keep her hid just as long as they could
Honey all I really want to know is

Who's pickin' on you
Tell me who's making you blue
You ain't getting your due
There ain't nobody in this whole world that's better than you

She was a fine diamond he made her feel like a piece of coal
She was the sun shining yeah she was hot but he kept her cold
Putting her down he was keeping her down
She started to believe that she wasn't no good
A beautiful jewel waiting to be found
They tried to keep her hid just as long as they could
Honey all I really want to know is

Who's pickin' on you
Tell me who's making you blue
You ain't getting your due
There ain't nobody in this whole world that's better than you

Putting her down he was keeping her down
She started to believe that she wasn't no good
A beautiful jewel waiting to be found
They tried to keep her hid just as long as they could
Honey all I really want to know is

Who's pickin' on you
Tell me who's making you blue
You ain't getting your due
There ain't nobody in this whole world that's better than you
Who's pickin' on you
Tell me who's making you blue
You ain't getting your due
There ain't nobody in this whole world that's better than you

Words and Music by John Borra

Postcard From Marylin

From the long dusty road came a postcard from Marylin
She said she had found home again
She said I should free my soul
Oh yeah fly away boy you're stuck in that old cocoon
All the colors will be returning soon
Go your muse won't find you there

So I'm moving on gonna sing my song
No I can't go wrong my way
No I can't stay here gonna disappear
Gonna grab my old chapeau and go my dear

Oh yeah you're on your way to your last dying day
You know just what your eyes will say
Boy has turned into a man
Oh yeah them cloudy days no they just wouldn't go away
Now it's you on your merry way
Go now son you're on your own

So I'm moving on gonna sing my song
About the things gone wrong my way
No I can't stay here Lord it's all come clear
Gonna disappear and go away from here

Words and Music by John Borra

In The Afternoon

In the afternoon
Honey I love
Making love with you
The heavens above
Hold a silver moon
That shines on my love
For you

Many girls I've known many girls I've seen
They've been in my life they've been in my dreams
But darling you
Are the only one I know that brightens my day
You make me feel happy I don't have to say
Honey what do you wanna do

In the afternoon
Cause honey I love
Making love with you
The heavens above
Hold a silver moon
That shines on my love
For you

When I see you beautiful and so true
Baby I go out of my mind
You make my day in every single little way
Honey wanna waste some time

In the afternoon
Cause honey I love
Making love with you
The heavens above
Hold a silver moon
That shines on my love
For you

Words and Music by John Borra

Like A Train

She's a devil in the market
She'll get inside your pocket
She'll take your cash and spend it
On a friend of hers in need
Well the market's deserted
I've always been hurtin'
I knew some things for certain
But she changed them all around on me

She lives like a train
She rolls on through the rain
She brings me home again
Then she leaves like a train

All her heroes are dying
But you won't see her crying
She'll stomp on all your lying
And she'll show you where you're bound
With the black sky's a' coming
She's awful and cunning
She'll take you down to nothing
And she'll show you all around the place

She lives like a train
She rolls on through the rain
She brings me home again
Then she leaves like a train

Rolling by the office towers
She'll stop and smell the flowers
She knows you likes your powers
But she'll spit on you the same
Well the market's deserted
I've always been hurting'
I knew some things for certain
But she changed them all around on me

She lives like a train
She rolls on through the rain
She brings me home again
Then she leaves like a train
She loves like a train
She rolls on through her pain
She brings me home again
Then she leaves like a train
She lives like a train

Words and Music by John Borra

This Song For You

You've got sunshine in your eyes
You bring the heavens from the skies
And you know I'm singing this song for you

You've got lovin' in your smile
You keep me going all the while
And you know I'm singing this song for you

Nighttime comes and the fog is lifting
I see the man in the trash he's sifting
The feeling I've got in my heart ain't shifting
I'm singing this song for you

Like a dolphin swimming free
I will join you in the sea
And you know I'm singing this song for you
Oh yeah I'm singing this song for you
Darling please come to me

Words and Music by John Borra

Ballad Of The Girl

Hey little girl on the street
I remember the time we did meet
I was out on the corner playing guitar
When you came and you stood next to me

You asked if you could play a song
I couldn't see anything wrong
With you playing a tune on that evening in June
For I'd been playing so long

She sang it so soft and so shy
I asked how she got her black eye
There's mass murderers in the group home she said
As we stood her and I

The song that she sang was so sweet
Drowned out by the noise of the street
A hard little girl living in a hard world
She moved like a ghost on her feet

And she sang it so soft and so shy
She bent down and hid her black eye
The most beautiful sound from my guitar she played
As the people just passed us by

She finished with nothing to say
She reached in my case for her pay
She said I sang it for you and I said hey that's a two
But oh what could I say

You see she sang it so soft and so shy
She ran away into the night
No I ain't going back to the group home she said
As I saw her good-bye
I saw her good-bye

Words and Music by John Borra

Alte Wien

Out into the country where the border guards are prowling
Over in the distance you could hear the wilds a' calling
All the people from surrounding towns gathered for the summer feast
Pigs roasted on the spit washed down with hops and yeast

I love the sky when the night turns to dawn
Another day coming old yesterday's gone
We've been up all night drinking here singing our songs
As the night turns to dawn

The people left the bar shortly after we was finished
They locked the doors we sat around the tap in there for hours
We spilled onto the street as a new day was breaking
We were standing under purple-red Vienna was a'wakin' up

In the sky when the night turns to dawn
Another day coming old yesterday's gone
We've been up all night drinking here singing our songs
As the night turns to dawn

We wound up in the room of an Irishman named Colin
Drinking heavy Irish whiskey yeah I swear he tried to kill us
We fought out on the street as we walked into the morning
We went on back to Paulie's packed our bags and headed off to Prague

In the sky when the night turns to dawn
Another day coming old yesterday's gone
We've been up all night drinking here singing our songs
As the night turns to dawn

Words and Music by John Borra