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Counting Crows
Counting Crows


Background information
Origin San Francisco, California, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Years active 1991—present
Label(s) Geffen Records
Associated acts Glider
Augustana
Website Website
Members
Adam Duritz
David Bryson
Dan Vickrey
David Immerglück
Charlie Gillingham
Jim Bogios
Millard Powers
Former members
Steve Bowman
Ben Mize
Matt Malley



Counting Crows Album


New Amsterdam: Live At Heineken Music Hall February 4-6, 2003 (06/20/2006)
06/20/2006
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Hazy
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Mr. Jones (UK bonus track)
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When I think of heaven
deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
And all other instruments of faith and sex and God
in the belly of a black-winged bird.
Don't try to feed me
I've been here before
And I deserve a little more
[chorus]
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been crying and I've been thinking
And I am the Rain King
[verse]
And I said mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone
I can't go outside
I'm scared I might not make it home
I'm alive, I'm alive
But I'm sinking in
If there's anyone at home at your place, darling
Why don't you invite me in?
Don't try to bleed me
I've been there before
And I deserve a little more
[chorus]
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been lying and I've been sinking
And I am the Rain King
[bridge]
Hey, I only want the same as anyone
Henderson is waiting for the sun
Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends
After all the dreaming I come home again
[verse]
When I think of heaven
deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of dying
Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God
in the belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to bleed me
I've been here before
And I deserve a little more
[chorus]
I belong in the service of the queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been dying and I've been drinking
And I am the Rain King

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Got a message in my head
that the papers had all gone
Richard Manuel is dead
And the daylight's coming on
I've been wandering through the dark
now I'm standing on the lawn

If I could give all my love to you
I could justify myself
but I'm just not coming through
You're a pill to ease the pain
of all the stupid things I do
I'm an anchor on the line
of a clock that tells the time
that is running out on you
Well it was cold when i woke
and the day was halfway done
Nearly spring in San Francisco
but I cannot feel the sun
you were sleeping next to me
but I knew that you'd be gone

If I could give all my love to you
I could justify myself
but I'm just not coming through
You're a pill to ease the pain
of all the stupid things I do
I'm an anchor on the line
of a clock that tells the time
that is running out on you
Take some time before you go
think of monday's coming down
and the people that you knew
The ones that aren't around
you've been fading day to day
I've been moving town to town

If I could give all my love to you
I could justify myself
but I'm just not coming through
You're a pill to ease the pain
of all the stupid things i do
I'm an anchor on the line
of a clock that tells the time
that is running out on you
2X

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All of the sudden she disappears
just yesterday she was here
Somebody tell me if I am sleeping
Someone should be with me here
(cause I don't wanna be alone)

I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand
and I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult
What a big baby won't somebody save me please
You won't find nobody home

All of these quiet battered voices
wait for the hunger to come
we got little revolvers and stupid choices
and no one to say when we're done
(Well I don't wanna bring you down)

I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes
`cause I know there's little things about me
that would sing in the silence so much rejection
in every connection I make
I can't find nobody home
I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes,
cause I know theres little things about me
that would sing in the silence
So much rejection in every connection I make
I wanna be the last thing that you hear
when you're falling asleep....
I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand
and I want to be scattered
from here in this catupult

What a big baby won't somebeody save me please I can't find nobody home

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I said goodnight LA
Cause I'm awake in my room
I've been up for 38 hours
And it don't look like sleep's coming soon
Cause I could break like a bird
Or I could swallow the sea
It seems like the daylight is coming
No one is watching but me
But I don't mind the dark
Discovering the day
Cause the night is a beautiful bright blue and gray
what brings me down now is love
cause I can never get enough
And what brings me down now is love
cause I can never get enough of love
And it's a dangerous time
for a heart on a wire
Shuttle from station to station
noisily not knowing why
So I put my head on the ground
and the sky is a wheel
Spinning these days into things that I've lost
But you can keep all the years
But I don't mind the days
gone rolling away
Cause all this sunlight feels warm on my face today
But what brings me down now is love
cause I can never get enough
What brings me down now is love
cause I can never get enough never get enough
Never get enough no no
Never get enough of love
I can never get enough of love
What brings me, brings me down now is love
Cause I can never get enough of love
I can never get enough of love 2X
I can never ever get enough
I can never get enough of love

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(Original by Patrick Winningham)

She had four white stallions coming around the bend
Four strong angels at her command descend
four more seasons for all that's broken to mend
I got four more reasons why I
can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue
milky white and pure
carved by an artist
who's hand is demure
Got a mind I like a saber
razor sharp and sure
God how I hate myself
for still wanting her...
Damn these nights are dreaming..
Visions soft and sure
Cause I wake to find there's
nothing left of me in her..
Nothing more than a heart still at war..
She had four white stallions coming around the bend..
Four strong angels already sinned
I got four good reasons for all that's broken to mend..
I got four more seasons for all that's broken to mend..
I got four more reasons why I cant go back there again..
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again.

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Start tearing the old man down
Run past the heather and down to the old road
Start turning the grain into the ground
Roll a new leaf over
In the middle of the night there's an old man
treading around in the gathered rain
Hey mister if you gonna on water
would you drop a line my way
Chorus:
Omaha
Somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you'd better turn your ticket in
and get your money back at the door
Start threading a needle
Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room
Start turning the wool across the wire
Roll a new life over
In the middle of the night there's an old man
threading his toes through a bucket of rain
Hey mister you don't want to walk on water
cause you're only going to walk all over me
[Chorus]
Start running the banner down
Drop past the color come up through the summer rain
Start turning the girl into the ground
Roll a new love over
In the middle of the day there's a young man
rolling around in the earth and rain
Hey mister if you're going to walk on water, you know
you're only going to walk all over me
[Chorus]
ooooh said Omaha
It's Sunday morning
I'm coming home today.

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Guess I think I feel alright
You come circling through the light
The skyline, baby, is bright tonight
One more perfect rendezvous
Sundown paints the shadows through
Daylight aiming on what we do
It looks like darkness to me, oh
Drifting down into Miami
Miami
Can I say
I wish that this weather would never leave
It just gets hard to believe
That God sent this angel
to watch over me
Cause my angel,
she don’t receive my calls
She says I’m too dumb to fuck
Too dumb to fight
Too dumb to save
Well, maybe I don’t need no angel at all
It looks like darkness to me, oh
Drifting down into Miami
She could pull the sun right through me, Oh!
Coming down, into Miami
Miami
Make a circle in the sand
Make a halo with your hands
Make a place for you to land
The bus is runnin', it’s time to leave
The summer’s gone, so are we
So come on baby, let’s go shut it down!
in New Orleans.
Come on baby, lets go shut it down
In new orleans
Oh Yeah
Come on Baby, come on baby!
lets go shut it down, in new orleans!
Come on 6X
Lets go shut it down
in New Orleans
Come on baby
Come on baby
Lets go shut it down

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Hazy

[No lyrics]

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The gentle man caller in the blue suede shoes
He don't know what to do
he just wants to look good for you
So he rushes in to tell you what he did today
but he can't think of what to say
I think you'll listen anyway.
He wants to have a good time
just like everybody else
He doesn't want to fall apart
You watch him as he stutters over what to say
It's just a little game you play
it's no easier for you some days
You wish you could tell him it'll be ok
but you feel a little shy these days
cause everybody goes away
Oh...
You just wanna have a good time
Just like everybody else
You don't want to fall apart this time
I can't look into your eyes and see the mess we're in
darling if it's shit came out
Then I suppose that it's shit went in
Even though I couldn't say I've been the places that you've been
You know you made my heart real strong
even if you made my head real thin
I wanna have a good time
just like everybody
I don't wanna fall apart
oh..
I wanna have a good time
just like everybody
And I don't wanna fall apart this time
so would you please invite me in
ohhhhhhh....
I really love the red haired girls
I'm just another boy from Texas
C'mon and take a spin
oh, I got a brand new set of wings
oh,
I really really love the red haired girls
I'm just another boy from texas
C'mon and take a spin
hey
I gotta brand new set of wings
Man I sure do love them red haired girls
Im just like all the boys from texas
come on take a spin
hey little girl I got a brand new set of wings

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Staring out of his window as the world rushes by
Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies,
"I dream of ballerinas and I don't know why?
But I see Cadillac's sailing.
I was born on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay
Maryland and Virginia have faded away
And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today
so I am endlessly waiting
The comet is coming between
me and the girl who could make it all clean
Out there in the shadow of the modern machine
walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream
Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twinned
With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins,
From where you think you will end up to the state that you¡Їre in
Your reflection approaches and then recedes again. Yeah
And the comet is coming between
me and the girl who could make it all clean
Out there in the shadow of the modern machines
Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream
I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives
down the length of the evening to the carnival¡Їs side
In a house where regret is a carousel ride
We are spinning and spinning and spinning
There¡Їs a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell
There¡Їs a girl in the basement coming out of her shell
And there are people who will say they knew me so well
I may not go to heaven..
I hope you go to hell!
The comet is coming between
me and the girl who could make it all clean
Out there in the shadow of a modern machine
walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream
In his dream.
St. Robinson in his dream.
Some people are never quite what they seem
Come on baby come on darling
Lets just Get into my car and drive.
She says I always do the same things over and over

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Just down the street from your hotel, baby
I stay at home with my disease
And ain't this position familiar, darling
Well, all monkeys do what they see
Help me stay awake, I'm falling...
Down on Virginia and La Loma
where I got friends who care for me
You got an attitude of everything I ever wanted
I got an attitude of need
Help me stay awake, I'm falling...
CHORUS:
Asleep in perfect blue buildings
Beside the green apple sea
Gonna get me a little oblivion, baby
Try to keep myself away from me
It's 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday
It doesn't get much worse than this
In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle
of these lives which are completely meaningless
Help me stay awake, I'm falling...
(CHORUS)
I got bones beneath my skin, and mister...
there's a skeleton in every man's house
Beneath the dust and love and sweat that hang on everybody
there's a dead man trying to get out
Please help me stay awake, I'm falling...
(CHORUS)
I can't keep myself away from me
in a perfect blue building
how I'm gonna keep myself away
how I'm gonna keep myself away from me
keep myself away
how I'm gonna keep myself away from me
keep myself away
how I'm gonna keep myself away from me

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She sat right down on the sofa
Says where have you been?
I been waiting for you
Cause last night I had something so good
These days get so long
and I got nothing to do
I been hanginaround this town on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town so long
I been hanginaround this town on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town for way too long
We spend all day getting sober
just hiding from daylight
watching tv
We just look a lot better in the blue light
Well you know I gotta get out
Well I'm stuck so tight weighed by the chains that keep me
hanginaround this town on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town too long
I been hanginaround this town on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town way too long
This girl listens to the band play
She says where have you been?
I been lying right here on the floor
(right here on the floor)
Well I got all this time to be waiting
for what is mine
to be hating
what I am
after the love has faded
Hanginaround this town on a corner
I been bummin' around this old town so long
I been hanginaround this town on a corner
I been bummin' around this old town for way way way way way too long
way way way way too long
way way way way too long
way way way way too long
(live insert) oh my god i say
get up real early in the morning
dont get up 'till the afternoon
Son, I see the day is dawning?
(she said well get up get dressed get out)
It's almost half past noon?

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I was wasted in the afternoon
waiting on a train
I woke up in pieces and Elisabeth had disappeared again
I wish you were inside of me
I hope that you're ok
I hope you're resting quietly
I just wanted to say
Goodnight Elisabeth
Goodnight Elisabeth
We couldn't all be cowboys
So some of us are clowns
Some of us are dancers on the midway
we roam from town to town
I hope that everybody can find a little flame
Me, I say my prayers, then I just light myself on fire
and walk out on the wire once again
And I say
Goodnight Elisabeth
Goodnight Elisabeth
I will wait for you in Baton Rouge
I'll miss you down in New Orleans
I'll wait for you while she slips in something comfortable
I'll miss you when I'm slipping in between
If you wrap yourself in daffodils
I will wrap myself in pain
If you're the queen of California,
baby I am the king of the rain
And I said
Goodnight Elisabeth
Goodnight Elisabeth
Goodnight Elisabeth,
The moon is a satellite
and wont you fall down on me now,
wont you fall down on me
wont you fall down on me now
wont you fall down on me
cause Im all alone, you ain't coming home
we just settle down down into bone
I said I'm all alone. you ain't coming home
we just settle down down down into bone

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On certain Sundays in November
When the weather bothers me
I empty drawers of other summer's
Where my shadows used to be
She is standing by the water
As her smile begins to curl
In this or any other summer
She is something all together different
Never just an ordinary girl
And in the evenings on Long Island
When the colors start to fade
She wears a silly yellow hat
That someone gave her when she stayed
I didn't think that she returned it
We left New York in a whirl
Time expands and then contracts
When you are spinning
In the grips of someone
Who is not an ordinary girl
When you sleep
You find your mother in the night
But she stays just out of sight
So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming
And when you wake the morning covers you with light
And it makes you feel alright
But it's just the same hard candy
You're remembering again
You send your lover off to China
Then you wait for her to call
You put your girl up on a pedestal
Then you wait for her to fall
I put my summer's back in a letter
And I hide it from the world
All the regrets you can't forget
Are somehow pressed upon a picture
In the face of such an ordinary girl
When you sleep
You find your mother in the night
But she fades just out of sight
So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming
And when you wake the morning showers you with light
And it makes you feel alright
But it's just the same hard candy
You're remembering again
Again 4X
It's just the same hard candy
You're remembering again
Again 4X
And it's just the same hard candy
You're remembering again
Go ask her to come around
And see me late after dark
Don't ask me to come around
Then wait to if there's a spark
3X

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Got no place to go
but there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico
She's got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin
And if I bring a little music I can fit right in
We've got airplane rides
We got California drowning out the window side
We've got big black cars
And we've got stories how we slept with all the movie stars
I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Drink my worries down the drain
And fly away to somewhere new
Hop on my choo-choo
I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit
If you dress me up in pink and white
We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight
She's my angel
She's a little better than the one that used to be with me
Cause she liked to scream at me
Man, it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree
I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Drive this little girl insane
And fly away to someone new
Everybody's gone
They left the television screaming that the radio's on
Someone stole my shoes
But there's a couple of bananas and a bottle of booze
Oh, well happy new year's baby
We could probably fix it if we clean it up all day
Or we could simply pack our bags
And catch a plane to Barcelona 'cause this city's a drag
I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Flush my worries down the drain
And fly away to somewhere new
Take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Drive this little girl insane
Fly away to someone new
Fly away to someone new
Fly away to someone new

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I was down at the New Amsterdam staring
at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this
black- haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
man I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
cause I want to be someone who believes
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
and we st are at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely
I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely
I will never be lonely
I will never be lonely
I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, but we all got different
reasons for that
Believe in me because I don't believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe
Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be
somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more
funky
When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as
funky as you can be
Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
when I look at the television, I want to see me staring
right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why
and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just
about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...

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