from THE MAGAZINE

Gravity

  • Rickie Lee Jones


    There are wounds that stir up the force of gravity
    A cold that will wipe the hope from your eyes
    Young girl standing underneath the "El" train
    Standing there, watching the trains go by ...
    You think that nobody knows where you are, girl
    You think that nobody knows how this feels
    Alone, in a world of your own, there you are girl
    The small things float to the top of gravity
    Gravity
    I'm telling you where it is
    Gravity

    We walk in easy snakes
    Through the roulette rattling of the alley
    And now the arson smell of moon polishes a    newsstand
    They empty the gas can, they watch the fire
    If there are three girls running -
    There are three girls running nowhere
    From remedies that you call random
    and we call by name
    And ask them to explain why

    I heard somebody
    Be quiet, Don't say nothing
    I thought I heard someone
    Well we walk where we want to
    there's nobody gonna be there
    Nobody's there ...
    Nobody

    I could not say no to the light of my desire
    I'm not asking so much
    But you roll-call the passion
    His lips ? -No
    His back ? -No
    His face? - No, no, no
    I'm not asking so much..
    I try to imagine another planet, another sun
    Where I don't look like me
    And everything I do matters
    instead of there, where you are, girl
    In your green paint with a pin to pull
    At the fingertips of gravity
    Gravity
    I'm telling you where it is
    Gravity.

length: 4:43
vocals: Rickie Lee Jones
percussion: Lenny Castro
bass: Nathan East
drums: Steve Gadd
guitar: Dean Parks
fender rhoades: Greg Phillinganes
additional programming: Michael Boddicker

I try to imagine another planet, another sun
Where I don't look like me
And everything I do matters
.