Sixto Rodriguez Quotes

Don't sit and wait.
Don't sit and dream.
Put on a smile,
go find a scene.
I'm sure you'd meet
someone who would really love you.
Don't sit and hope.
Don't sit and pine.
If you've been hurt
make up your mind.
I'm sure you'd find
someone who would really love you.

But thanks for your time.
Then you can thank me for mine.
And after that's said,
forget it.
Don't be inane,
there's no one to blame:
no reason why
you should stay here
and lie to me.
Don't say any more,
just walk out the door,
I'll get along fine.
You'll see.

Sugar Man, won't you hurry
'cause I'm tired of these scenes.
For a blue coin, won't you bring back
all those colors to my dreams?
Silver magic ships, you carry
jumpers, coke, sweet Mary Jane.
Sugar Man met a false friend
on a lonely dusty road.
Lost my heart. When I found it
it had turned to dead black coal.

I wonder how many times you've been had.
And I wonder how many plans have gone bad.
I wonder how many times you had sex?
And I wonder do you know who'll be next?
I wonder. I wonder. Wonder, I do.
I wonder about the love you can't find.
And I wonder about the loneliness that's mine.
I wonder how much going have you got?
And I wonder about your friends that are not.
I wonder. I wonder. Wonder I do.

Now you sit there thinking. Feeling insecure.
The mocking court gesture claims there is no proven cure.
Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall.
'Cos you got no one to listen, you got no one to call.
And you think I'm curious.
Drifting, drowning in a purple sea of doubt
you wanna hear she loves you
but the words don't fit the mouth.
You're a loser, a rebel-a-cause-without.
But don't think me callous.

And I'll forget about the girl that said no.
Then I'll tell who I want where to go.
And I'll forget about your lies and deceit
and your attempts to be so discreet.
Maybe today, yeah,
I'll slip away.
And you can keep your symbols of success.
Then I'll pursue my own happiness.
And you can keep your clocks and routines.
Then I'll go mend all my shattered dreams.
Maybe today, yeah,
I'll slip away.

The Mayor hides the crime rate.
Council woman hesitates.
Public gets irate but forgets the vote date.
Weatherman complaining "Predicted sun. It's raining."
Everyone's protesting. Boyfriend keeps suggesting
you're not like all of the rest.
Garbage ain't collected. Women ain't protected.
Politicians using people they're abusing.
The mafia's getting bigger, like pollution in the river
and you tell me that this is where it's at.

Going down a dirty inner city side road,
I plotted.
Madness passed me by, she smiled Hi.
I nodded.
Looked up as the sky began to cry;
she shot it.
Met a girl from Dearborn early six o'clock this morn:
a cold fact.
Asked about her bag. "Suburbia's such a drag,
won't go back,
'cause Papa don't allow no new ideas here,
and now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear."

Just a song we shared, I'll hear
brings memories back, when you were here
of your smile, your easy laughter,
of your kiss. Those moments after.
I think of you
and think of you
and think of you.

Street boy,
you've been out too long.
Street boy,
ain't you got enough sense to go home?
Street boy,
you're gonna end up alone.
You need some love and understanding,
not that dead end life you're planning,
street boy.

The generals hate holidays.
Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away.
Another store front church is open.
Sea of neon lights. A boxer, his shadow fights.
Soldier tired and sailor broken.
Winter's asleep at my window.
Cold wind waits at my door.
She asks me up to her place
but I won't be down anymore.

'Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas.
And I talked to Jesus at the sewer
and the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business.
While the rain drank champagne,
my Estonian archangel came and got me wasted.
'Cause the sweetest kiss I ever got is the one I've never tasted.
Oh, but they'll take their bonus pay to Molly McDonald.
Neon lady, beauty is that which obeys, is bought or borrowed.

My pocket don't drive me fast,
my mother treats me slow,
my statue's got a concrete heart
but you're the coldest bitch I know.
In the factory that you call your mind:
graveyard thoughts of stone.
A master thief, I wouldn't enter there,
you've nothing I would care to own (so help me).

I've played every kind of gig there is to play now.
I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals,
in opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses.
Well, I found that in all these places that I've played
all the people that I've played for are the same people.
So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song.
A most disgusting song.

The moon is hanging
in the purple sky.
The baby's sleeping
while its mother sighs.
Talking about the rich folks:
rich folks have the same jokes
and they park in basic places.
The priest is preaching
from a shallow grave.
He counts his money
then he paints you saved.
Talking to the young folks:
young folks share the same jokes
but they'd meet in older places.