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Turnstiles Released: 1975 Say Goodbye To Hollywood Summer, Highland Falls All You Wanna Do Is Dance New York State Of Mind James Prelude/Angry Young Man I've Loved These Days Miami 2017 (Seen the Lights Go out on Broadway) |
Say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye my baby.
Say goodbye to Hollywood,
Say goodbye my baby.
Johnny's taking care of things for awhile-
And his style is so right for troubadours.
They got him sittings with his back to the door
Now he won't be my fast gun anymore.
Say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye my baby.
Say goodbye to Hollywood,
Say goodbye my baby.
Moving on is a chance that you take every time you try to stay together.
Say a word out of line and you find that the friends you had are gone-
Forever . . . forever.
So many faces in and out of my life,
Some will last, some will just be now and then.
Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes-
I'm afraid it's time for goodbye again.
Say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye my baby.
Say goodbye to Hollywood,
Say goodbye my baby.
For we are always what our situations hand us . . .
It's either sadness or euphoria.
And so we argue and we compromise, and realize that nothing's ever changed,
For all our mutual experience, our separate conclusions are the same.
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity,
Our reason co-exists with our insanity.
And though we choose between reality and madness . . .
It's either sadness or euphoria.
How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies
Perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies.
And so we'll stand upon the ledges of our lives,
With our respective similarities . . .
It's either sadness or euphoria.
Oh baby, I think you are lost in the seventies.
Oh baby, "The music she ain't what she used to be."
You don't understand what they're saying,
You've given it every chance
Oh baby, all you wanna do is dance.
Well you wish you were back in the good old days,
When tomatoes were cheaper, and you never heard the words of your favorite songs
Through a three inch speaker.
And you never messed around with dangerous drugs,
You were all getting sick on beer-
And you didn't get any (unless you went steady and made out for a year).
Well you can hide away honey, in your rock and roll dreams,
You can stand by your blue suede shoes-
But the party is over,
And I'm getting tired of waiting for you.
Oh baby, "Where are the oldies they used to play?"
Oh baby, you want to crawl back into yesterday,
You don't want to deal with the future,
You don't want to make any plans-
Oh baby, all you wanna do is dance.
I seen all the movie stars in their fancy cars and their limousines,
Been high in the Rockies under the evergreens,
But I know what I'M needing and I don't want to waste more time-
I'm in a New York state of mind.
It was so easy living day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and the blues,
But now I need a little give and take,
The New York Times, the Daily News . . .
It comes down to reality-and it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide,
Don't care if it's Chinatown or Riverside,
I don't have any reasons, I've left them all behind-
I'm in a New York state of mind.
It was so easy living day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and the blues,
But now I need a little give and take,
The New York Times, the Daily News . . .
I'm just taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line-
'Cause I'm in a New York state of mind.
James . . . do you like your life,
Can you find release,
And will you ever change-
Will you ever write your masterpiece.
Are you still in school-
Living up to expectations . . . James . . .
You were so relied upon, everybody knows how hard you tried-
Hey . . . just look at what a job you've done,
Carrying the weight of family pride.
James . . . you've been well behaved,
You've been working so hard
But will you always stay-
Someone else's dream of who you are.
Do what's good for you, or you're not good for anybody . . . James.
I went on the road-
You pursued an education . . . James . . .
How you gonna know for sure-everything was so well organized.
Hey . . . now everything is so secure, and everybody else is satisfied.
James . . . do you like your life,
Can you find release
And will you ever change,
When will you write your masterpiece.
Do what's good for you, or you're not good for anybody . . . James . . .
Give a moment or two to the angry young man,
With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand.
He's been stabbed in the back, he's been misunderstood,
It's a comfort to know his intentions are good.
And he sits in a room with a lock on the door,
With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor-
And he likes to be known as the angry young man.
I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage
I found that just surviving was a noble fight.
I once believed in causes too,
I had my pointless point of view,
And life went on no matter who was wrong or right.
And there's always a place for the angry young man,
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand.
And he's never been able to learn from mistakes,
So he can't understand why his heart always breaks.
But his honor is pure and his courage as well,
And he's fair and he's true and he's boring as hell-
And he'll go to the grave as an angry old man.
We light our lamps for atmosphere,
And hang our hopes on chandeliers.
We're going wrong, we're gaining weight,
We're sleeping long and far too late.
And so it's time to change our ways . . .
But I've loved these days.
Now as we indulge in things refined,
We hide our hearts from harder times.
A string of pearls, a foreign car . . .
Oh, we can only go so far . . . on caviar and Cabernet.
We drown our doubts in dry champagne,
And soothe our souls with fine cocaine.
I don't know why I even care . . .
We get so high and get nowhere.
We'll have to change our jaded ways . . .
But I've loved these days.
So before we end (and then begin)-
We'll drink a toast to how it's been . . .
A few more hours to be complete,
A few more nights on satin sheets,
A few more times that I can say . . .
I've loved these days.
Miami 2017 (Seen the Lights Go Out on Broadway)
We held a concert out in Brooklyn-
To watch the Island bridges blow.
They turned our power down,
And drove us underground-
But we went right on with the show . . .
I've seen the lights go out on Broadway-
I saw the ruins at my feet,
You know we almost didn't notice it-
We'd see it all the time on Forty-Second Street.
They burned the churches up in Harlem-
Like in that Spanish Civil War-
The flames were everywhere,
But no one really cared-
It always burned up there before . . .
I saw the lights go out on Broadway-
I watched the mighty skyline fall.
The boats were waiting at the Battery,
The union went on strike-
They never sailed at all.
They sent a carrier out from Norfolk-
And picked the Yankees up for free.
They said that Queens could stay,
They blew the Bronx away-
And sank Manhattan out to sea . . .
You know those lights were bright on Broadway-
But that was so many years ago . . .
Before we all lived here in Florida-
Before the Mafia took over Mexico.
There are not many who remember-
They say a handful still survive . . .
To tell the world about . . .
The way the lights went out,
And keep the memory alive . . .
