Begin the day with a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays that song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood
Off on your way, hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirits ever lingers
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennas bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free
All this machinery making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question of your honesty
Yeah, your honesty
One likes to believe in the freedom of music
But glittering prizes and endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity, yeah
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennas bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free
For the words of the profits
Were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
Echoes with the sounds of salesmen
Of salesman, of salesmen, oh
One of my earliest girlfriends recently told me that's why they call it a bob, battery operated boyfriend. Harvey and I enjoyed a good chuckle. Bob thinks that's why they call it Apple.
(That's Mozart at two years old)
Well, she was standing at the load-in when the trucks rolled up
She was sniffing all around like a half-grown female pup
She wasn't hard to talk to, looked like she had nowhere to go
So I gave her a pass so she could get in and see the show
Well, I sat her down right next to me and I got her a beer
While I mixed that sound onstage so the band could hear
The more I watched her watch 'em play, the less I thought of to say
And when they walked off stage, the drummer swept that girl away
But Rosie, you're all right, you wear my ring
When you hold me tight, Rosie, that's my thing
When you turn out the light, I got to hand it to me
Looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie
Well, I guess I might have known from the start she'd come for a star
Could have told my imagination not to run too far
Of all the times that I've been burned, by now, you'd think I'd have learned
That it's who you look like, not who you are
(Y'all keep that in mind)
But Rosie, you're all right, you wear my ring
When you hold me tight, Rosie, that's my thing
When you turn out the light, I got to hand it to me
Looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie
Looks like it's me and you again tonight
It looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie
Rosie
Rosie
Rosie
Rosie
Songwriters: Jackson Browne, Donald Miller
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When Harvey wants me to masterbate, he makes my lichen simplex chronicus worse.
