Greetings from L.A.
Move With Me
Get On Top
Sweet Surrender
Nighthawkin'
Devil Eyes
Hong Kong Bar
Make It Right
Move With Me
I went down to the meat rack tavern
And found myself a big ol' healthy girl
Now she was drinkin' alone
Aw what a waste of sin
So I went on over to sweet talk that girl
Lord I moved on in
Lord I whispered come on and move with me
Move with me move with me move with me darlin'
Aw don't be shy
I'm gonna mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha,
Mess witcha, mess witcha mind
Well, I don't care if you tell me you're married
Cause I can be your man when your husband ain't home
Now if he should walk in you just tell him I'm your houseboy
And that you just can't stand to sleep here alone...no more
I wanna move with you, move with you, move with you,
Move with you darlin'
I wanna mess witcha mess witcha mess witcha
Mess witcha mind
Well now he finally walked in
And Lord that man filled up the doorway
Well he grabbed me by my throat
And he bounced me down the stairs
And Lord I swear, he broke every bone in my body
But it was worth every second that I was there
Cause she would whisper to me...
Move with me, move with me, move with me,
Move with me darlin'
I'm gonna mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha,
Mess witcha mind
Well now I
Words and Music by Tim Buckley and Jerry Goldstein
Lyrics c.1972 Third Story Music Inc., [BMI], and Far Out Music [ASCAP]
Get On Top
Like a slow burn slow burn,
Ya move that mama over to me
Get on top of me woman
Get on top
Let me see what you learned tonight
Then I talk in tongues mama
Oh when I love you
Yes I talk in tongues
Get on top of me woman
Get on top,
Get on top of me woman
I just wanna see what you learned
Well like a bitch dog in heat we had those bed springs a
Squeakin' all day long
And didn't you hear those walls a talkin'
Words and Music by Tim Buckley
Lyrics c.1972 Third Story Music Inc., [BMI]
Sweet Surrender
Now you wanna know the reason
Why I cheated on you
Well I had to be a hunter again
This little man had to try
To make love feel new again
'Cause there's just a few things honey
I'm not old enough to do for you
You just never care to show me
Showed him how to tango
And when they tangoed it'd send their hearts a flutter
Young and tender
Seemed to surrender in so sweet surrender
In sweet surrender
Ahh sweet surrender to love
But now you're gonna go out and get yourself
A reputation
But I'm gonna have to show you where to start
And then you're gonna bring back your little reputation
And prove to me what I could not prove to you
Words and Music by Tim Buckley
Lyrics c.1972 Third Story Music Inc., [BMI]
Nighthawkin'
I was a nighthawkin' in my taxi
My fare was a shaky ol' lush
So I kicked it over and took off
Then he whipped out this switch blade
Straight outta nowhere level to my throat
He said "See reb I've been over to the war boy"
I said "I was a combat paratrooper daddy"
Well now he slupped back cool and he pocket that steel
He said "Get me down to fourth and main"
Words and Music by Tim Buckley and Larry Beckett
Lyrics c.1972 Third Story Music Inc., [BMI]
Devil Eyes
I got so tired of meaningful looks
I got so tired of comin' up tame
I was so bothered by those balmy breezes
I was side swiped by smoke fever
They was a crawlin'
Oh down beneath my skin
Til mama come a runnin'
A mama came a runnin'
Mama came a runnin'
Lord said she got a recipe
Oh and she don't need no fancy sauce
Yah those devil eyes
Lord they stare right through me
Those devil eyes
Look right through me
Aww melt my soul down
Long for those devil eyes
Words and Music by Tim Buckley
Lyrics c.1972 Third Story Music Inc., [BMI]
Hong Kong Bar
Sittin' in a Hong Kong bar
Sweet dreams of you darling
Ah when we were sweet sixteen
Mama makin' love in the belly of an old freight train
Life was so simple and easy
Oh the sun went down
You took care of the children darlin'
Then you felt like movin' away,
Lord now you didn't stand and stare
You felt like movin' and leavin' darlin'
Didn't I treat you fair
It's all right now darlin'
It's alright now darlin'
Words and Music by Tim Buckley and Joe Falsia
Lyrics c.1972 Third Story Music Inc., [BMI], and Far Out Music [ASCAP]
Make It Right
And those diesel rigs
Aw they're ramblin' by
Now if I go lame I just flag a ride
I'm lookin' out for
For a street corner girl
I'm lookin' out
For a street corner girl
And she's gonna beat me whip me spank me
Aw make it right again,
Come on and beat me whip me spank me
Mama make it right again
Words and Music by Tim Buckley, Joe Falsia, Jerry Goldstein and Larry
Beckett
Lyrics c.1972 Third Story Music Inc., [BMI], and Far Out Music [ASCAP]
