All the Stars and Boulevards
| All the Stars and Boulevards (2005) |
| All the Stars and Boulevards was originally released in 2005 and then re-released in 2006 through the Best Buy chain of stores. The 2006 version added three more songs to the cd - “Marie” and live versions of “Stars and Boulevards” and “Boston”, as well as having a slightly different version of the song “Wasteland”. |
| Song Menu |
 01. Mayfield 02. Bullets 03. Hotel Roosevelt 04. Boston 05. Stars and Boulevards 06. Feel Fine 07. Wasteland 08. Lonely People 09. Sunday Best 10. California’s Burning 11. Coffee and CigarettesOn the 2006 version only: 12. Marie 13. Stars and Boulevards (live) 14. Boston (live) |
| Alternate Versions |
| All the Stars and Boulevards - Japanese Release |
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| Mayfield [song menu] |
| Remember back when seasons don’t change Late December winds bringin pain, back to me… and I’ve been closing these doors for days the sky is fallin down on my grave… oh are we gonna make it? South Pacific’s whiskey and sin, now honey, these angels got me talking again, jump slowly gently as the breakin waves, I’m flying, the tide closing in on my face… |
| Bullets [song menu] |
| Come fly down, like a singing bird Sings your name, I am still the same, Black and white, no you’re not to blame, Holly sweet…put me down to shame… Lights in the car in the park, I’m falling on my face I know who we are… And I ain’t looking down for the rest of the night A bullet in my head ended late last night… Jack and coke, please take off your coat, Come and smile, please stay here a while, Come and dance, shuffle with a glance, When you’re gone, bring in for the dawn… She’s shaking in the car with the gun in her hands, Falling over love and a sweet romance, And I ain’t never thought it could come down to this, A bullet in my head, with the sweetest kiss…it’s in my head It’s in my head My head I know She’s shaking in the car with the gun in her hands, Falling over love and a sweet romance, And I ain’t never thought it could come down to this, A bullet in my head My head My head It’s in my head It’s in my head Now it’s in my head It’s in my head Now it’s in my head |
| Hotel Roosevelt [song menu] |
| Last call, for the moon tonight, Read all, rain on Friday night, Take back all the things I said, Lay down, rest your pretty head now… Last call, no more drinks tonight, And it’s not your fault, its time to walk away from, This velvet box, full of alcohol, And TV talks, gone on far too long Take anything that’s better for me… Take anything that’s better for you… Take anything that’s better for me…take it now… Shut up, I’m wrong, I know…but we can’t talk about it, All the wars we won, but we’re still walking home, Don’t give me your reasons, for all my bad intentions, New york…LA..hey man, you know its all the same… Last call, everyone go home, And take all the LA rain in, Because it won’t fall too much more this year, The summer’s gone, but I’m still right here… |
| Boston [song menu] |
| In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun…Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed, This world you must’ve crossed… you said… You don’t know me, you don’t even care, oh yeah, She said You don’t know me, and you don’t wear my chains… oh yeah, Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across An open field When flowers gaze at you… they’re not the only ones who cry When they see you You said… You don’t know me, you don’t even care, oh yeah, She said You don’t know me, and you don’t wear my chains… oh yeah, She said I think I’ll go to Boston… I think I’ll start a new life, I think I’ll start it over, where no one knows my name, I’ll get out of California, I’m tired of the weather, I think I’ll get a lover and fly em out to Spain… I think I’ll go to Boston, I think that I’m just tired I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind… I think I need a sunrise, I’m tired of the sunset, I hear it’s nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice… oh yeah, Boston… where no one knows my name… yeah Where no one knows my name… Where no one knows my name… Yeah Boston… Where no one knows my name. |
| Stars and Boulevards [song menu] |
| Wait dear, a white horse is walking down my street here, Your words are creeping at my feet I fear, sunrise will come too soon and you’ll disappear Into the haze of this city and go south… Look out, they’re coming after us with big guns, They’re only gonna tell you all the bad things I’ve done Even if they words they say aren’t true they’ve won, Now I’m left here dying in the sun Oh…seems like I’m always on my own, Seems like I’m never coming home Seems like I’m always on my own… All the stars and boulevards aren’t close enough for you… Late nights, won’t do me justice Cause when I drink…I just get so damn depressed, And its not like, I ain’t trying to get over you. It’s just hard to look at all the seasons, pass me over too… Oh…seems like I’m always on my own, Seems like I’m never coming home Seems like I’m always on my own… All the stars and boulevards ain’t close enough for you… One last phone call from you, it wouldn’t hurt much, Just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch, Any inch of you that hasn’t said it all or read it all or sung My life away |
| Feel Fine [song menu] |
| I’m leaving today, so why don’t you care… I am afraid… I am afraid… tonight… I’m running away tonight… tonight… I am.. So far away, say what you say, I am afraid…I am afraid… tonight… I’m running away tonight…tonight…I am.. Throwing all my calls away, you don’t need me, you don’t need me… Drink at night and sleep all day, well I don’t need you, I don’t need you… I drove on every interstate, but you don’t need me, you don’t need me… Well anyways, ya anyways, it’s over, over, over, over now… |
| Wasteland [song menu] |
| now I’m sitting on a plane, lonely flight back to LA…don’t come back with me so I’ll drink myself to sleep, cut my skin until I bleed hold my breath all the night hear the sound, she was naked on the ground, till I whispered in her ear.. come away, watch the dawn break through the day, till the sun, is underneath… cause it’s 5 o’clock, the hour stops the sunlight, the buildings shade the masquerade and kill time, here we’re nothin more than fools and whores and sad highs, through the summer sand, we’re living in a wasteland |
| Lonely People [song menu] |
| I swear I never watched you sleeping, well honey, I’m an honest man, I guess it always gets me drinking, she makes me sad… sweet, sweet and cold, clean up the mess and sleep the day away, when you call, I might be here, I might be gone…but here at the sound of the bells you cry, you’ve lost your mind but dear, don’t be sad, it’s just a dream you dreamt you had… But I ain’t seen you look so good… so honey, I guess italways gets me drinking, well holly, she makes me sad… forgive me if I look so lonely, it’s not that bad… sometimes it’s just the sound of the TV that gets me always wondering why, sometimes it’s just a conversation, that makes me cry… hey, well I know, California might be warm this time of year, I should go, turn the engine and the radio… it’s cold, always cold, this hotel room won’t let me sleep, time, it’s alright, I guess I’ll just stay up all night |
| Sunday Best [song menu] |
| When she’s sleeping on the sofa, When she’s laying in her Sunday best, when she’s turning over Friday, I could swear I’m sleeping less and less… and the ocean’s getting warmer, and California’s on her mind, Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright,but I won’t… no I won’t… Cause she’s already out the door, she’s already out of here she’s already gone away…already gone away… When I’m coming over Sunday and I think about you all the time, I wonder what you’re doin I wonder why you never cry, When Boston’s always raining, And we never ever seemed alive, I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well but I won’t… no I won’t… Cause she’s already out the door, she’s already out of here she’s already gone away…already gone away… |
| California’s Burning [song menu] |
| California’s burning, burning, burning to the ground… and my head is turning, turning, turning round and round… alie’s stomach’s churning, churning, like a storm today… and your mother’s crying, crying, closing up the safe… and I’m here, wondering where the sun has gone… driving through a Midwest storm, asking why there’s no one home… Encinitas likes to miss me, like nobody’s child.. and my eyes like rainy Tuesdays, like to watch you smile… and I’m here, wondering where the sun has gone… driving through a Midwest storm, asking why there’s no one home… |
| Coffee and Cigarettes [song menu] |
| Wake up, take your pills dear, I know this time of year ain’t right for you… you came with a sickness, shot down back in Christmas, Kamikaze rain… and I’m sure you’ve lost that weight again, I’m sure the pills keeping pouring in, like smoke that falls, it’s caving into you… so put me on a plane, and fly me to anywhere…with you… one night…when you woke up, you bled…till you spoke up, oh this ain’t pretty dear, with clocks, watch the time go…till spring, when the sun can finally be free… and I’m sure you’ve lost that weight again, I’m sure the pills keeping pouring in, we’ll scream at night, to make it go away… so put me on a plane, and fly me to anywhere…with you… |
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