1.The Boys Of Summer
Lyrics：Don Henley／Mike Campbell
Music：Don Henley／Mike Campbell
Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm driving by your house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy？
Remember how I made you scream
Now I don't understand what happened to our love
But babe, I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna show you what I'm made of
I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
I see you walking real slow and you're smilin' at everyone
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
Out on the road today, I saw a DEADHEAD sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said, 'Don't look back. You can
never look back'
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know？
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but-
I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
2.You Can't Make Love
Written：Don Henley／Danny Kortchmar
You can make money, you can make good friends
You can make mistakes and you can make amends
You can make it easy when push comes to shove, but-
You can't make love
You can make advances, you can make big plans
Plant sloppy kisses all over her hands
You can tell her everything you're dreamin' of but-
You can't make love
Love's a little word that's been kicked around
Used too much, beaten down
What in the world are you thinkin' of？
You can't make love
You can go through the motions with your magic spells
Buy all the potions the Fifth Avenue sells
You can try to call down all the stars above, but-
You can't make love
You can buy her diamonds, you can go out in style
You can make a promise, you can walk down the aisle
You can make a life for her that fits like a glove, but-
You can't make love
Oh, it takes so long
You gotta be strong
Before it's gone
What in the world were you thinkin' of, boy-
You can't make love
3.Man With A Mission
Written：Don Henley／Danny Kortchmar／J.D.Souther
I see these women at the car wash; women at the mall
Little-bitty women, and women who are tall
One of them is perfect and I want her for myself
And I'm never gonna settle for anybody else
All my good buddies try to fix me up-
Buddy, I've had enough
I'm gonna run a few red lights; grind a few gears
Start a few fist fights; drink a few beers
Even though I'm tryin' every trick in the book
You give me drop dead (drop dead), drop dead looks
You are the finest women that I've ever seen
Why you wanna be so mean？
Well, everybody tries to tell me
There's nothin' I can do
But I'm a man with a mission
Baby, you know it's you
Well, I'm a man with a mission
Man with a mission
Man with a mission
Baby, you know it's you- it's you
Everybody runnin' round here
Sayin, 'Where's the party？ Where's the party？'
Sonny boy, don't ask me, 'cause I don't know
I got somethin' else on my mind today-
Somewhere else to go
Well-a, well-a, well-a everybody tries to tell me
There's nothin' I can do
But I'm a man on a mission
Babym you know it's you
4.You're Not Drinking Enough
Lyrics：Danny Kortchmar
Music：Danny Kortchmar
I can see that you haven't recovered from the girl who let you
down
And you'd sell what is left of your soul for another go-round
You keep telling yourself she means nothing and maybe you should
call her bluff
But you don't really believe it
You must not be drinking enough
Well, the perfume she wore you can buy down at the Five ＆ Dime
But on some other woman it don't smell the same in your mind
You keep telling yourself you can take it-
Telling yourself that you're tough
But you still wanna hold her
You must not be drinkin' enough
You're not drinkin' enough to wash away old memories
And there ain't enough whiskey in Texas to keep you from beggin,
'Please, please, please'
She passed on you passion and stepped on you pride
Turns out you ain't quite so tough
'Cause you still wanna hold her
You must not be drinkin' enough
Ay-yi-yi-yi
Ask yourself why
You still want to hold her
You must not be drinkin' enough
5.Not Enough Love In The World
Written：Don Henley／Danny Kortchmar／Ben Tench
Sometimes I wonder where it is love goes
I don't know if even Heaven knows
But I know you had some dreams that didn't quite come true
And now I'm not the one, little girl, who's keeping you
I was either standing in the shadow or blocking your light
Though I kept on trying I could not make it right
For you girl-
There's just not enough love in the world
I know people hurt you so bad
They don't know the damage they can do and it makes me so sad
How we knock each other down just like children on a playground
Even after that ol' sun went down-
I was either standing in the shadow or blocking your light
Though I kept on trying I could not make it right
For you girl-
There's just not enough love in the world
Oh Darlin; this is still a shady little town
And sometimes it's hard to smile-
For the world, for the camera-
And still have something left
You don't have to prove nothin' to nobody
Just take good care of yourself
I'm not easy to live with-
I know that it's true
You're no picnic either, babe
And that's one of the things I love about you
But a time will come around when we need to settle down
Got to get off this merry-go-round
I was either standing in your shadow or blocking your light
Though I kept trying I could not make it right
For you girl-
There's just not enough love in the world
6.Building The Perfect Beast
Written：Don Henley／Danny Kortchmar
The power of reason, the top of the heap
We're the ones who can kill the things we don't eat
Sharper than a serpent's tongue
Tighter than a bongo drum
Quicker than a one-night stand
Slicker than a mambo band
And now the day is come
Soon he will be released
Glory Hallelujah!
We're building the Perfect Beast
(Building, building, etc.)
It's Olympus this time-Olympus or bust
For we have met the enemy-and he is us
And now the day is come
Soon he will be released
Glory Hallelujah!
We're building the Perfect Beast
(Building, building, etc.)
Ever since we crawled out of the ocean and stood upright on land
There are some things that we just don't understand：
Relive all the pain and suffering and lift us out of the dark
Turn us all into Methuselah-
But where are we gonna park？
(Building, building, etc.)
The secrets of eternity-
We've found the lock and turned the key
We're shakin' up those building blocks
Going deeper into that box- (Pandora wouldn't like it)
And now the day is come
Soon he will be released
Glory Hallelujah!
We're building the Perfect Beast
(Building, building)
7.All She Wants To Do Is Dance
Lyrics：Danny Kortchmar
Music：Danny Kortchmar
They're pickin' up the prisoners and puttin' 'em in a pen
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
Rebels been rebels since I don't know when
And all she wants to do is dance
Molotov cocktail- the local drink
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
Crazy people walkin' round with blood in their eyes
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
Wild-eyed pistol wavers who ain't afraid to die
And all she wants to do is-
All she wants to do is dance and make romance
She can't feel the heat comin' off the street
She wants to party
She wants to get down
All she wants to do is-
All she wants to do is dance
Well, the government bugged the men's room in the local disco
lounge
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
To keep the boys from sellin' all the weapons they could
scrounge
And all she wants to do is dance
But that don't keep the boys from makin' a buck or two
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
They still can sell the army all the drugs that they can do
And all she wants to do is-
All she wants to do is dance and make romance
Well we barely made the airport for the last plane out
As we taxied down the runway I could hear the people shout
They said 'Don't come back here Yankee'
But if I ever do-
I'll bring more money
'Cause all she wants to do is dance and make romance
Never mind the heat comin' off the street
She wants to party
She wants to get down
All she wants to do is-
All she wants to do is dance
All she wants to do is dance and make romance
All she wants to do is dance
8.A Month Of Sundays
Lyrics：Don Henley
Music：Don Henley
I used to work for Harvester
I used to use my hand
I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and
harvested this great land
Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn
And I see the clouds 'cross the weathered faces and I watch the
harvest burn
I quit the plant in '57
Had some time for farmin' then
Banks back then were lending money
The banker was the farmer's friend
And I've seen the dog days and dusty days
Late spring snow and early fall sleet;
I've held the leather reins in my hands and felt the soft ground
under my feet
Between the hot, dry weather and the taxes, and the Cold War
it's been hard to make ends meet
But I always put the shoes on our feet
My grandson, he comes home from college
He says, 'We get the government we deserve'
My son-in-law just shakes his head and says, 'That little punk,
he never had to serve'
And I sit here in the suburbs and look out across these empty
fields
I sit here in earshot of the bypass and all night I listen to
the rushin' of the wheels
The big boys, they all got computers; got incorporated, too
Me, I just know how to raise things
That was all I ever knew
Now, it all comes down to numbers
Now, I'm glad that I have quit
Folks these days just don't do nothin'
Simply for the love of it
I went into town on the Fourth of July
Watched 'em parade past the Union Jack
Watched 'um break out the brass and beat on the drum
One step forward and two steps back
And I saw a sign on Easy Street, said 'Be Prepared to Stop'
Pray for the independent, little man
I don't see next year's crop
And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight
And I hear the crickets hum
I sit and watch the lightning in the distance but the showers
never come
I sit here and listen to the wind blow
I sit here and rub my hands
I sit here and listen to the clock strike, and I wonder if I'll
see my companion again
9.Sunset Grill
Written：Don Henley／Danny Kortchmar／Ben Tench
Let's go down to the Sunset Grill
We can watch the working girls go by
Watch the 'basket people' walk around and mumble
And stare out at the auburn sky
There's an old man there from the Old World
To him, it's all the same
Calls all his customers by name
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
You see a lot more meanness in the city
It's the kind that eats you up inside
Hard to come away with anything that feels like dignity
Hard to get home with any pride
These days a man makes you somethin'
And you never see his face
But there is no hiding place
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Respectable little murders pay
They get more respectable every day
Don't worry girl, I'm gonna stick by you
And someday soon we're gonna get in that car and get outa here
Let's go down to the Sunset Grill
Watch the working girls go by
Watch the 'basket people' walk around and mumble
And gaze out at the auburn sky
Maybe we'll leave come springtime
Meanwhile, have another beer
What would we do without all these jerks anyway？
Besides, all our friends are here
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down at the Sunset Grill
10.Drivin' With Your Eyes Closed
Written：Don Henley／Danny Kortchmar／And Stan Lynch
I met a Frenchman in a field last night
He was out there with an easel, painting carnival light
He said, 'I used to paint the princess; I used to paint the
frogs
Now I paint moustaches on dangerous dogs'
He said, 'Sometimes it's a country; sometimes it's a girl
You know, everybody's got to have a purpose in this world
You Yankees are so silly about matters of the heart
Don't you know that women are the only works of art
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're gonna hit somethin'
But that's the way it goes'
Come guys were born to Rimbaud
Some guys breathe Baudelaire
Come guys just got to go and put their rockets everywhere
You can breed 'em by the thousands; you can trick and you can
train
Just look at all those poor dogs that are dragged down by the
Seine
How many arrows must I shoot into the blue？
Ah, you little maniac, I'm crazy over you
Before The Death of Lovers and The Punishment of Pride
Let's go scrape across the terrazzo
It's just too hot outside
'You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're gonna hit somethin'
But that's the way it goes
Talk talk, talk and talk
Talk talk, sweet talk
Talk talk, tough talk
Talk talk, dirty talk
Talk talk, walk and talk
Talk talk, big talk
Talk talk, baby talk
Kiss kiss kiss
Talk talk, talk and talk
Talk talk, smooth talk
Talk talk, body talk
Talk talk, back talk
Talk talk, small talk
Talk talk, baby talk
Talk talk, peace talk
Talk talk, bullshit
11.Land Of The Living
Written：Don Henley／Danny Kortchmar
Well, it's up in the mornin'
Everybody off and runnin'
Everybody got some place to be
Some people never go walkin'
Some people just stop talkin'
And I was slippin' away
You came and pulled me through
I wanna stay in the land of the living with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
We work and we worry
This old world's in such a hurry
So many things we just don't see
Some people always cryin'
Some people just stop tryin'
And I was slippin' away
You came and pulled me through
I wanna stay here in the land of the livin with you
We got to do what we can about all this pain and sorrow
But try to live just a little
We could all be gone tomorrow
When I look at you girl, my heart rejoices
You taught me somethin'：
Considering the choices-
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
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