| Song | Traces of the Western Slopes |
| Artist | Rickie Lee Jones |
| Album | Pirates |
| 作词 : Bernardi, Jones | |
| We go down round | |
| The far side of the tracks | |
| Lolitas playing dominoes and poker | |
| Behind their daddy's shacks | |
| Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys | |
| On a pearl splashing glass | |
| If they give us any flack | |
| If they come up on our ass | |
| We'll just give 'em the go-by | |
| The Cadillac pass | |
| Take me now | |
| From the blue and pale room I'd follow | |
| Through the faces and the traces of | |
| Treasure I keep hearing inside me | |
| Madmen throw their voices | |
| From pretty boys | |
| And from the best ones | |
| You pick up connections | |
| As they hand you your directions | |
| To the Western Slope | |
| I lied to my angel so I could take you downtown | |
| I'd lie to anybody there was nobody else around | |
| And I know what people say about me | |
| But I lied to my angel and now he can't find me | |
| I'm sorry | |
| I saw him | |
| I saw him | |
| Laughing | |
| I could hear them | |
| Laughing | |
| Alive | |
| I could hear them | |
| E. A. Poe | |
| And Johnny Johnson | |
| If you dial in | |
| They're calling from the Western Slope | |
| Who's the thin thread of light | |
| That keeps you strangled in the scenery | |
| That follows my voice --- can you se me? | |
| Then follow my voice | |
| Who raised this banner? | |
| That no one hears --- The Jack | |
| Beneath the axis | |
| Digging under the current | |
| Someone's trying to get back | |
| But who's qualified to retrieve | |
| The soul's enduring song? | |
| From the grottos of her eyes | |
| And the clashing stars | |
| E. A. Poe | |
| And Johnny Johnson | |
| If you dial in | |
| They're calling from the Western Slope | |
| Who's the thin thread of light | |
| That keeps you strangled in the scenery | |
| That follows my voice --- can you se me? | |
| Then follow my voice --- see me? |
| zuò cí : Bernardi, Jones | |
| We go down round | |
| The far side of the tracks | |
| Lolitas playing dominoes and poker | |
| Behind their daddy' s shacks | |
| Vacanteyes, glueface boys | |
| On a pearl splashing glass | |
| If they give us any flack | |
| If they come up on our ass | |
| We' ll just give ' em the goby | |
| The Cadillac pass | |
| Take me now | |
| From the blue and pale room I' d follow | |
| Through the faces and the traces of | |
| Treasure I keep hearing inside me | |
| Madmen throw their voices | |
| From pretty boys | |
| And from the best ones | |
| You pick up connections | |
| As they hand you your directions | |
| To the Western Slope | |
| I lied to my angel so I could take you downtown | |
| I' d lie to anybody there was nobody else around | |
| And I know what people say about me | |
| But I lied to my angel and now he can' t find me | |
| I' m sorry | |
| I saw him | |
| I saw him | |
| Laughing | |
| I could hear them | |
| Laughing | |
| Alive | |
| I could hear them | |
| E. A. Poe | |
| And Johnny Johnson | |
| If you dial in | |
| They' re calling from the Western Slope | |
| Who' s the thin thread of light | |
| That keeps you strangled in the scenery | |
| That follows my voice can you se me? | |
| Then follow my voice | |
| Who raised this banner? | |
| That no one hears The Jack | |
| Beneath the axis | |
| Digging under the current | |
| Someone' s trying to get back | |
| But who' s qualified to retrieve | |
| The soul' s enduring song? | |
| From the grottos of her eyes | |
| And the clashing stars | |
| E. A. Poe | |
| And Johnny Johnson | |
| If you dial in | |
| They' re calling from the Western Slope | |
| Who' s the thin thread of light | |
| That keeps you strangled in the scenery | |
| That follows my voice can you se me? | |
| Then follow my voice see me? |