| Song | Hairdresser in Taos |
| Artist | Hannah Marcus |
| Album | Desert Farmers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Marcus | |
| Six o'clock when I left the house. | |
| Storm brewing over San Gabriel mountains. | |
| I closed the door but I didn't lock it. | |
| I threw the keys right out. | |
| Drove on through the central valley | |
| And all the way to a dead end alley. | |
| Walked into a warehouse, | |
| Saw him coming down the stairs | |
| And I didn't eat or sleep for nearly. | |
| The housekeeper with the Kandinsky tattoo | |
| Said the pains in her stomach were ulcers or flu. | |
| But when she had the baby she swore it was his... . | |
| He said: "Honey, there ain't no chance. That it is." | |
| But the DNA proved she conceived with that liar. | |
| Turned out to be true about the night | |
| With popsicle and the blow dryer. | |
| We drove fourteen hours on only a quarter. | |
| He'd snorted it all by the New Mexican border. | |
| Said he wanted to tell his folks by himself. | |
| So he asked if I'd please spend the night somewhere else. | |
| And that's where I met that hairdresser in Taos. | |
| He said he'd dye it for free | |
| If I followed the van back to this house. | |
| So I shadowed him down a road thin grey and still | |
| To his home in the desert. He called it "Blueberry Hill". | |
| There was nothing in it but a big barber chair. | |
| He stuck my head in the sink | |
| And put red dye all over my hair. | |
| And when I sat up it ran into my eyes. | |
| And I looked in the mirror and started to cry. | |
| I ran out of the house with the red dye still on. | |
| I even left him my only copy of "Blonde On Blonde" | |
| And it seemed I'd parked the van in the middle of someon's lawn. | |
| And the neighbors were all starring to turn their lights on. | |
| I looked around there was no exit in sight. | |
| I scanned to the left and I scanned to the right. | |
| And looked overhead at the furious stars in the night. | |
| Burning red blue white. Red blue white. | |
| Burning red blue white. Red blue white. | |
| Burning red blue white. Red blue white. | |
| Burning red blue red blue red blue white. | |
| Just like all my dreams they're all tossed and scattered. | |
| Where it seems had I lost what mattered. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| I'd take it. | |
| Just like all my dreams they're all tossed and scattered. | |
| Where it seems have I lost what mattered. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| I'd take it. | |
| If I could only find a road. | |
| If I could only find a road. | |
| If I could only find a road. | |
| I'd take it. | |
| I'd take it... . |
| zuo qu : Marcus | |
| Six o' clock when I left the house. | |
| Storm brewing over San Gabriel mountains. | |
| I closed the door but I didn' t lock it. | |
| I threw the keys right out. | |
| Drove on through the central valley | |
| And all the way to a dead end alley. | |
| Walked into a warehouse, | |
| Saw him coming down the stairs | |
| And I didn' t eat or sleep for nearly. | |
| The housekeeper with the Kandinsky tattoo | |
| Said the pains in her stomach were ulcers or flu. | |
| But when she had the baby she swore it was his... . | |
| He said: " Honey, there ain' t no chance. That it is." | |
| But the DNA proved she conceived with that liar. | |
| Turned out to be true about the night | |
| With popsicle and the blow dryer. | |
| We drove fourteen hours on only a quarter. | |
| He' d snorted it all by the New Mexican border. | |
| Said he wanted to tell his folks by himself. | |
| So he asked if I' d please spend the night somewhere else. | |
| And that' s where I met that hairdresser in Taos. | |
| He said he' d dye it for free | |
| If I followed the van back to this house. | |
| So I shadowed him down a road thin grey and still | |
| To his home in the desert. He called it " Blueberry Hill". | |
| There was nothing in it but a big barber chair. | |
| He stuck my head in the sink | |
| And put red dye all over my hair. | |
| And when I sat up it ran into my eyes. | |
| And I looked in the mirror and started to cry. | |
| I ran out of the house with the red dye still on. | |
| I even left him my only copy of " Blonde On Blonde" | |
| And it seemed I' d parked the van in the middle of someon' s lawn. | |
| And the neighbors were all starring to turn their lights on. | |
| I looked around there was no exit in sight. | |
| I scanned to the left and I scanned to the right. | |
| And looked overhead at the furious stars in the night. | |
| Burning red blue white. Red blue white. | |
| Burning red blue white. Red blue white. | |
| Burning red blue white. Red blue white. | |
| Burning red blue red blue red blue white. | |
| Just like all my dreams they' re all tossed and scattered. | |
| Where it seems had I lost what mattered. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| I' d take it. | |
| Just like all my dreams they' re all tossed and scattered. | |
| Where it seems have I lost what mattered. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| I' d take it. | |
| If I could only find a road. | |
| If I could only find a road. | |
| If I could only find a road. | |
| I' d take it. | |
| I' d take it... . |
| zuò qǔ : Marcus | |
| Six o' clock when I left the house. | |
| Storm brewing over San Gabriel mountains. | |
| I closed the door but I didn' t lock it. | |
| I threw the keys right out. | |
| Drove on through the central valley | |
| And all the way to a dead end alley. | |
| Walked into a warehouse, | |
| Saw him coming down the stairs | |
| And I didn' t eat or sleep for nearly. | |
| The housekeeper with the Kandinsky tattoo | |
| Said the pains in her stomach were ulcers or flu. | |
| But when she had the baby she swore it was his... . | |
| He said: " Honey, there ain' t no chance. That it is." | |
| But the DNA proved she conceived with that liar. | |
| Turned out to be true about the night | |
| With popsicle and the blow dryer. | |
| We drove fourteen hours on only a quarter. | |
| He' d snorted it all by the New Mexican border. | |
| Said he wanted to tell his folks by himself. | |
| So he asked if I' d please spend the night somewhere else. | |
| And that' s where I met that hairdresser in Taos. | |
| He said he' d dye it for free | |
| If I followed the van back to this house. | |
| So I shadowed him down a road thin grey and still | |
| To his home in the desert. He called it " Blueberry Hill". | |
| There was nothing in it but a big barber chair. | |
| He stuck my head in the sink | |
| And put red dye all over my hair. | |
| And when I sat up it ran into my eyes. | |
| And I looked in the mirror and started to cry. | |
| I ran out of the house with the red dye still on. | |
| I even left him my only copy of " Blonde On Blonde" | |
| And it seemed I' d parked the van in the middle of someon' s lawn. | |
| And the neighbors were all starring to turn their lights on. | |
| I looked around there was no exit in sight. | |
| I scanned to the left and I scanned to the right. | |
| And looked overhead at the furious stars in the night. | |
| Burning red blue white. Red blue white. | |
| Burning red blue white. Red blue white. | |
| Burning red blue white. Red blue white. | |
| Burning red blue red blue red blue white. | |
| Just like all my dreams they' re all tossed and scattered. | |
| Where it seems had I lost what mattered. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| I' d take it. | |
| Just like all my dreams they' re all tossed and scattered. | |
| Where it seems have I lost what mattered. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| Lord, if I could only find a road. | |
| I' d take it. | |
| If I could only find a road. | |
| If I could only find a road. | |
| If I could only find a road. | |
| I' d take it. | |
| I' d take it... . |