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Ryan Adams
Ryan Adams


Background information
Birth name David Ryan Adams
Born November 5, 1974
Origin Raleigh, North Carolina, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Alternative Country
Years active 1991—present
Label(s) Bloodshot Records
Lost Highway Records
PAX AM
Associated acts The Finger
Whiskeytown
The Cardinals
Counting Crows
Phil Lesh & Friends
Orion
Website Website



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Ryan Adams Album


Love Is Hell, pt. 2 (12/09/2003)
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Twice As Bad As Love (UK bonus track)
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Fuck The Universe (UK bonus track)
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My blue Manhattan
She's angry like a child but how sweet
Fire and rain on the street
It's you against me most days
It's me against you doll
Ah, the snow's coming down
On the cars in midtown
Stone cold in sheets
With you all over me
Ain't that sweet my little gal
Ain't that sweet my little gal

My blue Manhattan
She cusses with her sailor's mouth
And fire and rain on the streets
It's you against me most days
It's me against you doll
Making snow angels
In the gravel and the dirt
Crawling like a spider
And I'm somewhere inside her
Too hurt to move
Too hurt to move

. . .



If the walls in the room could talk
I wonder to myself would they lie
It's like some kind of jail
Fall from the curtains onto the bed
I'm all alone now, I can do as I please
I don't feel like doing much of anything
True love ain't that hard to find
Not that you will ever know
Would you lay here for awhile?
Please, do not let me go
Please, do not let me go

You were sweet enough to sing,
Oblivious to melody
Red suitcase full of clothes
Washed up on the shore of memory
I'm all alone now and I feel just find
I don't feel much like doing anything
True love ain't that hard to find
Not that either one of us will ever know
Would you lay here for awhile?
Please, do not let me go
Please, do not let me go

. . .



Oh, the city rain
It floods the city streets
And in my city bed
Out of my fuckin' head
Is it snowing in space?
God I wish I could talk to you
Is it snowing in space?

And all the city snow
Freezes the Chelsea in [???]
It stones the Chelsea girls
It stones the Chelsea boys
Is it snowing in space?
God I wish I could talk to you
Is it snowing in space?

How does your body feel today?
I forgot to ask
Genius in a hospital bed
With briar-patch hair, just isn't fair
Takin' bullets for the team of bad boys, how is it up there?
Takin' bullets for the team,
I really miss you
I really miss you
I really miss you
I fucked you over a million times
I fucked you over a million times
I fucked you over a million times
And you died, you died, you really died
Died, died, you really died

I am going to push them way
Fall into the leaves of the winter trees
Drowning, slowly, lonely, my city of rain

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Baby, I know you cannot hear me now
'Cause you're fast asleep
But I love you now
Colors inside your head go spinning around
Like a ferris wheel
Exploding and falling to the ground
Oh, people are screaming, people are screaming
My baby, she's dreaming
Oh, people are shouting, people are freaking
I'm just staring at the ceiling
Waiting for the feeling
Oh, oh but when she calls,
I know she's the one
Makes me want her harder
Makes me want to be a little stronger
Still I see monsters
Still I see monsters

Baby, I know you cannot hear me now
'Cause you're flying around
At the speed of sound
Colors inside your head go spinning around
Like a ferris wheel
Exploding and falling to the ground
Oh, people are screaming, people are screaming
My babies, she's dreaming

Oh, people are shouting, people are freaking
I'm just staring at the ceiling
Waiting for the feeling
Oh, oh when she calls
I know that she's the one
Makes me want it harder
Makes me want to be a little stronger
Still I see the monsters
Still I see the monsters

. . .



English girls are pretty when they play guitar
Crazy like a day just a-breaking I ain't sure what for
Ain't got a mother or father or place to fall
She got a brother in the (blues / booze), but he doesn't know the blues at all
Said you didn't love me, it was right on time, I was just about to tell you thatI care alright
Said you didn't love me, didn't want a thing, English girls can be so mean

She's got eyes as pretty as a pair of jewels
Falling down a canyon like a couple drunken criminals
She had a messy bedroom on the edge of town
I ain't ever been good enough to ever keep around
Said you didn't love me, it was right on time, I was just about to tell you thatit'll be alright
Said you didn't love me, didn't mean a thing, English girls can be so mean
But, ohh, look at you now
Ohh, look at you now
Mmmm, best I've ever seen
Just a tall drink of water, just a-pourin' on down the sink

Tall drink of water, she's a Norfolk waterfall
Little daybreaker, she's a shootin' like a cannonball
Crazy like a rocket when you're coming through my radio
Kept me in your bed till the wintertime turned to fall
Fall time coming, and I guess my little bird can sing
Come on Elizabeth, a come on a Bethany
Come on further, I'm tired and I want to sleep
My little dove do, and I guess she was done with me
Said you didn't love me, it was right on time, I was just about to tell you thatit'll be alright
Said you didn't love me, didn't want a thing, English girls can be so mean
But ohh, look at you now
Ohh, look at you now
Mmmm, best I've ever seen
Just a tall drink of water, just a-pourin' on down the sink

Kiss me on the lips when my heart just laughed it off
Words may move, but there never moving fast enough
Celebrate the differences, I celebrate the songs you sing
Just three words, my love: you meant everything
You meant everything
You meant everything
You meant everything

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Everyone, when she was young,
They said she was the pretty one
She's lovely now, just watch her as she goes
Waiting for the birds to come
She holds the hands of someone young
Whose mother comes and she sees her and she smiles
Thank you Louise
Thank you Louise
Mother of three
Waiting in the check-out line
The supermarket, Christmas time
She eyes someone who doesn't have the change
Takes a dollar from her purse
She pays and doesn't say a word
She winks and grins and ‘Merry Christmas, friend!'
Thank you Louise
Thank you Louise
Mother of three
In Baltimore, the freezing cold,
That chills her darling to the bone
She leaves her work and quits her job
Her brother lay upon the bed
With broken teeth and busted head
He hears the phone and he knows his brother's dead
Thank you Louise
Thank you Louise
Mother of two.

. . .



How long's it gonna be, babe
Before I get over you, doll
You're tearin' the stuff right out of me kid
What with you living right up the hall

And I'm tired of living in this hotel
TV and dirty magazines
And I'm tired of livin' on 23rd Street
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea night

Maybe you just didn't read me right
The lights went out and you just sitting on the stair
I played your song but I couldn't get the melody right
Why don't you just shoot up like a ball of rubber bands

And I'm tired of living in this hotel
Fire and ashes blowin' cross the sheets
And I'm tired of livin' on 23rd Street
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea night

I fell like getting rid of all my things
Maybe just disappear into the fall
The traffic roars and my stomach screams
Sittin' here watchin' roaches climb the wall

And I'm tired of living here in this hotel
Following a rainbow into town
And I'm just trying to get a little sleep
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea night

. . .



Candy is quick and she's good at impressions
She's stacked on the corner, man, she's stacked on the street
She's got pills that distort her depression
Counting her friends on her hands and her feet
You let it roll right through your fingertips, babe
Running as hard and as fast as you could
Stealing the boots of the soldiers who were otherwise done
Misunderstanding what was misunderstood
Is twice as bad as love, oh
Twice as bad as love, and not that sad
Twice as bad as love
Once to be heard, twice to be had

Imagine yourself as a saint or a poet
Stealing the boots off the dead and well-worn
Hosea was some fuck that she met in the projects
Yeah, but he made her feel like she belonged
You let it roll right through your fingertips, Candy
Running as hard and as fast as you could
A bucket full of pills and some [???]
Misunderstanding what was misunderstood
Is twice as bad as love, oh
Twice as bad as love, but not that sad
Twice as bad as love
Once to be heard, twice to be had
Once to be heard, twice to be had . . . ohh

. . .



Slowly
Coming over me
Like fire and ice
Confusion
All to the ground
Stone me
Like you own me
The strangest moving patterns
All flow through this city
Strummin'
As she's cumin'
She starts a revolution
But never shows up
So holy
Give me coma
Alkaline
And mainframes
Into a kiss
Cities destroyed
And so pretty
The patterns of illusion
Burn through the ground
And I'm a faker
Faker
I'm a faker
I'm a faker
I'm a faker
Vampire
Coffins to kiss
I'm a faker
I'm a faker
Morning may crawl
Fuck you
And fuck the universe
Ah, etc.
Fuck the universe
Fuck the universe
Fuck the universe
Oh, ah, etc.

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