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Ryan Adams
Ryan Adams


Background information
Birth name David Ryan Adams
Born November 5, 1974
Origin Raleigh, North Carolina, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Alternative Country
Years active 1991—present
Label(s) Bloodshot Records
Lost Highway Records
PAX AM
Associated acts The Finger
Whiskeytown
The Cardinals
Counting Crows
Phil Lesh & Friends
Orion
Website Website



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Ryan Adams Album


Demolition (09/24/2002)
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This is where the summer ends
In a flash of pure destruction, no one wins
Go nuclear. Nuclear.
The violets in my eyelids goin' red
Sentimental geek
Shut up and go to sleep

The calm, the beach and the remains
Of the bathing suits and Porsches all in flames
Go nuclear. Nuclear.
When I saw her and the Yankees lost to the Braves
Sentimental geek
Shut up and go to sleep

Give me an answer

. . .



I've been a desperate man
I've been sheltered by a lonely dream
There's a stranger here
Looking back above the bathroom sink
Every night I throw you out
Leave you stranded on the boulevard
You know that I use you up
I used you like I used 'em all
Well the band's singing hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
You're all gone. Yeah, you're all gone.

If I could have a simple love
How would it feel and what would it mean?
I'd only trade you away
For Mary Magdalene
Oh, it wouldn't make me insane [a saint ???]
And it would make me the king
And I wouldn't have to wait
Wait around for the real thing
Well the band's singing hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
You're all gone. Yeah, you're all gone.

Hallelujah
You're all gone. Oh yeah, yeah, hey

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Go on to the street to the cars in the pouring rain
Go on to the bus that left us in the dust and the flames
And when the son meets the father
It'll be something smarter for the pain
But you will always be the same
You will always be the same

Go on little girl, feet twirl, go and make him smile
Go on like the rumbling drums of the march of time
And when the son meets the dad
It'll be pretty bad for the pain
But you'll always be the same
You will always be the same
You will always be the same

Go on to the ones with the smoking guns in the heat
Go on to the wars we won, they came home, they made up
And when the father meets the son,
And the blood makes us better than the gain
You will always be the same

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Two hearts fading, like a flower.
And all this waiting, for the power.
For some answer, to this fire.
Sinking slowly. The water’s higher.
Desire

With no secrets. No obsession.
This time I'm speeding with no direction.
Without a reason. What is this fire?
Burning slowly. My one and only.
Desire

You know me. You don't mind waiting.
You just can't show me, but God I'm praying,
That you'll find me, and that you'll see me,
That you run and never tire.
Desire

. . .



So, it's how the story goes.
And we come to the scene where I'm holding you close.
She moves, moves like a thin dulling blade
Cuts, all the words that I said.
The only difference is,
The only difference is,
The truth --
The truth is I miss you.

Cry on demand.
How'd you learn to?
Cry on demand.
Teach me if you want to.
Though you don't have to.
I just close my eyes and think of you.

Real. Real like a plastic bouquet.
That thrives on the smoke from an old fireplace.
And dies every night with her face on the news.
Nobody cries, they just smoke and stare and their shoes.
The only difference is,
The only difference is,
Nobody can cry --
It's hard to do.
For most folks, without a reason why.

Cry on demand.
How'd you learn to?
Cry on demand.
Why would you want to?
Just close your eyes and think of me.
I take back everything I said.
She can't hurt me, and I can't hurt you.
It's like were already dead.
Cry on demand.
Why would you want to?
Cry on demand.
Teach me if you want to.
Though you don't have to.
I just close my eyes and think of you.

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It's a long way down, but I feel alright
It's a long way down, but I feel alright
And the cops get in, and the crowd gets tight
Take your tomorrow, pain and your sorrow and teach it how to fly
It's starting to hurt
Starting to hurt
Starting to hurt
Starting to hurt

It's a long way down, but I feel alright
It's a long way down, but I feel alright
And I hope you're here, when I hit the ground
'Cause I'm high on forever, always together, and I'm coming down
It's starting to hurt
Starting to hurt

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I am a broken toy
For a lonely girl
Use once and destroy
And go find some more
Back home, kids play in the leaves in the park
She wants to play a game of hearts

I'm the rag doll boy
With broken eyes
She only comes to me
When it's raining outside
Back home, kids play in the leaves in the park
She wants to play a game of hearts

I fell for you
I fell for you
Why?
I guess I wanted to play too.

Here's the lonely string
Playing 'long in my head

For only just my arms
Are dancing marionettes
Back home, kids play in the leaves in the park
And she wants to play a game of hearts
She wants to play a game of hearts

. . .



There you go
Waving your arms like a girl
Secondary clothes
Don't worry, nobody knows
Somebody order my round
'Cause I'm getting by
With a twelve pack from 12th & Porter with Billy
4:30 a.m. at night
'Cause Tennessee sucks, in the summer
What do you got that can put us under?

There goes Johnny B.
Weird and tall
He says "The band, they've got good songs,
they just don't draw"
Somebody order my round
Chances are I won't pay
Hey Brad, let's go down to The Bound'ry
Get something blue to put us out of our way
'Cause Tennessee sucks, in the summer
What do you got that can put us under?

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Dear Chicago,
You'll never guess.
You know the girl you said I'd meet someday?
Well, I've got something to confess.
She picked me up on Friday.
Asked me if she reminded me of you.
I just laughed and lit a cigarette,
Said "that's impossible to do."
My life's gotten simple since.
And it fluctuates so much.
Happy and sad and back again.
I'm not crying out to much.
Think about you all the time.
It's strange and hard to deal.
Think about you lying there.
And those blankets lie so still.
Nothing breathes here in the cold.
Nothing moves or even smiles.
I've been thinking some of suicide.
But there's bars out here for miles.
Sorry about the every kiss.
Every kiss you wasted [bad / back].
I think the thing you said was true,
I'm going to die alone and sad.

The wind's feeling real these days.
Yeah, baby, it hurt's me some.
Never thought I'd feel so blue.
New York City, you're almost gone.
I think that I've fallen out of love,
I think I've fallen out of love . . . with you.

. . .



Here's a picture of your lonely Fridays
Turned to nothing on a Friday night
Firecracker with a pile of empties
Detonated with a lonely fire
I see your face, I hear your voice
I touch the phone and wonder
Is this explosion gonna set me reeling?
Or just another thing to pull me under?
If you could give me anything tonight
Just a wink, or even just a sigh
I'll be okay, 'cause I've been waiting for a sign
I've been waiting for a sign, to come
Are you the one?

And I was breathless on a Sunday morning
And I was speechless on a Sunday night
For a lack of better understanding
Felt like an engine that just didn't need a tire
I see your face, I hear your voice
I touch the screen and wonder
And I been waiting for the sun to tell me
It's just been sitting here, I don't know why
If you could give me anything tonight
Just a wink, or even just a sigh
I'll be okay, 'cause I've been waiting for a sign
I've been waiting for a sign
I've been waiting for a sign
To come

. . .



Pulled into the station
And they're playing Waylon Jennings
When you're driving through so late at night
You'll see the lights are blinding
Yeah, and I'll be thinking of you
Home, my baby's going home
My baby's going home
Tomorrow

A million miles of nothing
Yeah, you're driving all alone
I can smell you on the pillow
Of the hotel room
Baby, make it and call me soon
Home, my baby's going home
My baby's going home
Tomorrow
Home, my baby's going home
My baby's going home
Tomorrow

. . .



Took a walk with you
In the shadow of my shoes
Danced around the broken blues
In the dirty summer rain
Moonlight on the cars
Parked in single file at bars
With a thick and rosy smoke
Waving its busted hand

Bringing you down, can't bring you down
Bring you down, can't bring you down
Bring you down, can't hear the sound
Run through the river and into town
Pretty little moon with it's head hung down
Chin up. Cheer up.

I took a walk with you
And I busted up my shoe
In an old yellow canoe
Out in Hollywood
You called the police
But they didn't care the lease
On your place had run out
Your landlord straightened his hat

Bringing you down, can't bring you down
Bringing you down, can't bring you down
Bringing you down, can't hear the sound
Run through the river and into town
Pretty little moon with it's head hung down
Chin up. Cheer up.

. . .



In California
Forever summer and hot
Into the ocean
You're smiling a lot
On sandy beaches
And the blankets are hot
You're in my arms
And I kiss your heart
Jesus, don't touch my baby
Jesus, don't touch my baby
Jesus, don't touch my baby
She's all that I got

Reflections coming
In through the sheets
You love your baby
are sweet
Out on the highway
We ride tonight
Jesus don't know you
He was just saying "Hi"
Don't touch my baby
Jesus, don't touch my baby

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