Lyrics:
Makes me miss what I grew up with
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
One life, one bar, one church
Where the Lord gets thanked and the shine gets drank
the North Strand
And on, and towards the sea
He said he was an artist
But he really painted billboards
In large capital letters
Large capital letters
Red wine and sleeping pills
Help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films
Help me get where I belong
I think you're crazy, maybe
I
Red wine and sleeping pills
Help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films
Help me get where I belong
I think you're crazy, maybe
I
sometimes our great artists have been
The most critical of our society
It is because their sensitivity
And their concern for justice
Which must motivate any
strand
And on, on towards the sea
He said he was an artist
But he really painted billboards
In large capital letters
Large capital letters
He was telling
Do you enjoy your sight inside?
Disconnect and let me drift,
Until my upside down is right side in.
Society must let the artist go,
To wander
two long years
I finally made the warden my friend
And so he sentenced me to a life of ease
Takin' care of Ol' Red
Now, Ol' Red, he's
we get Red Skelton won't that be a victory
Oh we're the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society
Norman Vincent Peale may think he's kidding us along
words, "Send for the law," uh
Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad
Red, white blue,
a man?
All I want is what you want
I'm always waiting for a red letter day
For something special somehow new
Someone saying ?I love you'
Baby I'm
waiting
For a red letter day
The years perfecting a stance
Of measured cool
Fade into insignificance
The moment one starts to understand
What
two long years
I finally made the warden my friend
And so he sentenced me to a life of ease
Takin' care of Ol' Red
Now, Ol' Red, he's
white and blue
I wrote my love a letter in rosy red lines
She sent me an answer all twisted and twine
Saying keep your love letters and I will keep
I adore. She's the one I will marry on the Red River shore.
She wrote me a letter. She wrote it so kind and in that letter these words you will
Artist : Joan Baez
Song : Love Is Just A Four Letter Word
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend
Everything I speak
Should be put in ink
I'll tell you what I think
It's a red letter day
Red letters on the calendar
Red letters in the Bible
Red
I'm gonna write a tear stained letter,
I'm gonna mail it straight to you.
I'm gonna bring back to your mind,
What you said about always being
you're picking on society
That believes your family tree
A beggin' you to come on home
Lay me down
There's a lot of us been pushed around
Red
waiting
For a Red Letter Day
The years perfecting a stance
Of measured cool
Fading to insignificance
The moment one starts to understand
What
love in the red letters
There is truth in the red letters
There is hope for the hopeless
Peace and forgiveness
There is life in the red letters
In
Originally this set up was to serve society
Now the roles have been reversed
That want society to serve the institutions
Originally, serve
Mannequin, Mannequin
They're all the same
Plastic faces
Plastic faces
Society's to blame
Open your eyes
Clear your fuckin' mind
Remove that
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