Traces Of The Western Slopes

Traces of the Western Slopes - Rickie Lee Jones
We go down round
The far side of the tracks
Lolitas playing dominoes and poker
Behind their daddys shacks
Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys
On a pearl splashing glass
If they give us any flack
If they come up on our ass
Well just give em the go-by
The cadillac pass
Take me now
From the blue and pale room Id follow
Through the faces and the traces of
Treasure I keep hearing inside me
Madmen throw their voices
From pretty boys
And from the best ones
You pick up connections
As they hand you your directions
To the western slope
I lied to my angel so I could take you downtown
Id lie to anybody there was nobody else around
And I know what people say about me
But I lied to my angel and now he cant find me
Im sorry
I saw him
I saw him
Laughing
I could hear them
Laughing
Alive
I could hear them
E. a. poe
And johnny johnson
If you dial in
Theyre calling from the western slope
Whos the thin thread of light
That keeps you strangled in the scenery
That follows my voice --- can you se me?
Then follow my voice
Who raised this banner?
That no one hears --- the jack
Beneath the axis
Digging under the current
Someones trying to get back
But whos qualified to retrieve
The souls enduring song?
From the grottos of her eyes
And the clashing stars
E. a. poe
And johnny johnson
If you dial in
Theyre calling from the western slope
Whos the thin thread of light
That keeps you strangled in the scenery
That follows my voice --- can you se me?
Then follow my voice --- see me?