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I say this was no game of chicken
You were aiming your best friend
That you wear like a switchblade on a chain around your neck
I think you picked this up in Mexico from your dad
Now its daddy on the booze
And Brando on the ice
Now it's Dean in the doorway
With one more way he can't play this scene twice
So you drug her down every drag of this forbidden fit of love
And you told her to stand tall whet you kissed her
But that's not where you were thinking...
How could a Natalie Wood not get sucked into a scene so custom tucked?
How now look who shows up
In the same place
In this case
I think it's better
To face it -
We belong together
We belong together
Once Johnny the King made a spit ring
And all the skid kids saw a very, very proud man
And he entwine her in his finger
And she lay there like a baby in his hand
And climb upon the rooftop docks lookin' out on the crosstown seas
And he wraps his jacket across her shoulders
And he falls and hugs and holds her on his knees
But a sailor just takes a broad down to the dark end of the fair
To turn her into a tattoo
That will whisper
Into the back of Johnny's black hair
And now Johnny the King walks these streets without her in the rain
Lookin' for a leather jacket
And a girl who wrote her name forever
A promise that -
We belong together
We belong together
Shall we weigh along these streets
Young lions on the lam?
Are the signs you hid deep in your heart
All left on neon for them?
Who are foolish
Who are victim
Of the sailors and the ducky boys who would
Move into your eyes and lips and
Every tear
That falls down on the neighborhood now
I said "Bird, we just gotta tell them"
And they turn and ignore us
And the only heroes we got left
Are written right before us
And the only angel who sees us now
Watches through each other's eyes
And I can hear him
In every footstep's passing sigh
He goes crazy these nights
Watching heartbeats go by...
And they wisper -
We belong together
We belong together
You were aiming your best friend
That you wear like a switchblade on a chain around your neck
I think you picked this up in Mexico from your dad
Now its daddy on the booze
And Brando on the ice
Now it's Dean in the doorway
With one more way he can't play this scene twice
So you drug her down every drag of this forbidden fit of love
And you told her to stand tall whet you kissed her
But that's not where you were thinking...
How could a Natalie Wood not get sucked into a scene so custom tucked?
How now look who shows up
In the same place
In this case
I think it's better
To face it -
We belong together
We belong together
Once Johnny the King made a spit ring
And all the skid kids saw a very, very proud man
And he entwine her in his finger
And she lay there like a baby in his hand
And climb upon the rooftop docks lookin' out on the crosstown seas
And he wraps his jacket across her shoulders
And he falls and hugs and holds her on his knees
But a sailor just takes a broad down to the dark end of the fair
To turn her into a tattoo
That will whisper
Into the back of Johnny's black hair
And now Johnny the King walks these streets without her in the rain
Lookin' for a leather jacket
And a girl who wrote her name forever
A promise that -
We belong together
We belong together
Shall we weigh along these streets
Young lions on the lam?
Are the signs you hid deep in your heart
All left on neon for them?
Who are foolish
Who are victim
Of the sailors and the ducky boys who would
Move into your eyes and lips and
Every tear
That falls down on the neighborhood now
I said "Bird, we just gotta tell them"
And they turn and ignore us
And the only heroes we got left
Are written right before us
And the only angel who sees us now
Watches through each other's eyes
And I can hear him
In every footstep's passing sigh
He goes crazy these nights
Watching heartbeats go by...
And they wisper -
We belong together
We belong together
Lyrics submitted by just_old_light
We Belong Together Lyrics as written by Rickie Lee Jones
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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Amid haunting images of sailors, foolish victims, and bystanders such as Rickie and Bird, I see a passing parade of love, commitment and heartache. This song has never been lost to me, and, 25 years later is still as powerful and timeless. I still see Johnny, in the rain, searching for the girl to whom he made a pledge - on his knees. Perhaps it is the suggestion of Dean, in the first verse, that allows me to visualize James as Johnny. His pain. Or that a tattoo represents a mark, a flaw, a bad decision.
And despite that I still see him holding her, and realising just what she has done - the mark. But not just to blame her. This is them and what they have done, what they have become. And just like in all meaningful poetry we realise a world, a dark world, dark streets and rooftop docks - and as if to counter it; angels, watching through each others eyes - not willing to intercede, incapable of action. Dirty streets win out of heaven above.
Amid haunting images of sailors, foolish victims, and bystanders such as Rickie and Bird, I see a passing parade of love, commitment and heartache. This song has never been lost to me, and, 25 years later is still as powerful and timeless. I still see Johnny, in the rain, searching for the girl to whom he made a pledge - on his knees. Perhaps it is the suggestion of Dean, in the first verse, that allows me to visualize James as Johnny. His pain. Or that a tattoo represents a mark, a flaw, a bad decision.
And despite that I still see him holding her, and realising just what she has done - the mark. But not just to blame her. This is them and what they have done, what they have become. And just like in all meaningful poetry we realise a world, a dark world, dark streets and rooftop docks - and as if to counter it; angels, watching through each others eyes - not willing to intercede, incapable of action. Dirty streets win out of heaven above.