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Song title: Two hearts on a true waltz time


Two hearts on a true waltz time - Hammond demo version

Well the first frame finds her running
But the night pushes her deep within the tunnel
She camouflages herself in dayglo paint
And sings her love songs through a funnel
And she clings to the walls like a cat who calls
The shots for life and for death
Wearing nothing but the make-up she uses
To try and cover up for herself
Well but she can't hide her sword
She gives no terms for surrender
She's living the Third World War

The tunnel police, they steadily increase
The search for where she hides her kids
She swings on a vine across the State Line
They measured the length of her skid
She never goes back to do something she didn't
Or undo something she did
Her smoke steams from the street
And the night is complete
With a long and fiery belch
She's just another Orphan Annie cartoon and a rocket wail

She rides like Caesar, brandishing a whip
On the hood of his squad car
As the siren wails she silently sails
Leaving footprints in the tar
Oh she breaks with the dawn
And by morning she's gone
Leaving nothing but another night
She returns to her home
Like a dog returns to a bone
Another unsatisfied wife

And there's little Booth
Secure from the truth
He wants her more than he's got the guts to say
But as she needs to be real
He needs to conceal
The realness of his place
So he sings a little song
And in a chiffon sarong
She performs a black ballet in space
But she's just another flop with a fancy name
And he's just another cop with a pretty face
So together they commit the ultimate crime
As two hearts locked in true waltz time

Notes: From the Hammond demos, 1972, also known as "American dream". Also recorded for the London publishing (Laurel Canyon) demos. Appears on the semi-legal product "Before the fame"


Two hearts on a true waltz time - Laurel Canyon version

Well sundown finds her running
But the night pushes her deep within the tunnel
She camouflages herself in dayglo paint
And sings her love songs through a funnel
Whoa she clings to the walls like a cat who calls
The shots for life and for death
Wearing nothing but the make-up that she uses
To try and cover up for herself
Well but she can't hide her sword
She gives no terms for surrender
She's living the Third World War

Now the tunnel police, they steadily increase
The search for where she hides her kids
She swings on a vine across the State Line
They measured the length of her skid
She never goes back to do something she didn't
Or undo something she did
Her smoke streams from the street
And the night is complete
With a long and fiery belch
She's just another Orphan Annie hung up pushing for a mademoiselle

She rides like Caesar, brandishing a whip
On the hood of his squad car
As the siren wails she silently sails
Leaving catprints in the tar
Oh she breaks with the dawn
And by morning she's gone
Leaving nothing but another night
She returns to her home
Like a dog returns for a bone
Another unsatisfied wife

And there's little Booth
Secure from the truth
He wants her more than he's got the guts to say
But as she needs to be real
He needs to conceal
The realness of his place
So he sings a little song
And in a chiffon sarong
She performs a black ballet in space
But she's just another flop with a fancy name
And he's just another cop with a pretty face
So together they commit the ballroom crime
As two hearts in true waltz time

Notes: From the Hammond demos, 1972, also known as "American dream". Also recorded for the London publishing (Laurel Canyon) demos. Appears on the semi-legal product "Before the fame"


Two hearts on a true waltz time - Before the Fame version

Well the first frame finds her running
But the night pushes her deep within the tunnel
She camouflages herself in dayglo paint
And she sings her love songs through a funnel
And she clings to the walls like a cat who calls
The shots for life and for death
Wearing nothing but the make-up she uses
To try and cover up for herself
Well if she can't hide her sword
She gives no terms for surrender
'Cause she's living the Third World War

The Tunnel Police, they steadily increase
The search for where she hides her kid
She swings on a vine across the State Line
they measured the length of her skid
She never goes back to do something she didn't
Or undo something she did
Smoke streams from the street
And the night is complete
With a long and fiery belch
She's just another Orphan Annie cartoon and a Raquel Welch

She rides like Caesar, brandishing a whip
On the hood of his squad car
As the siren wails she silently sails
Leaving footprints in the tar
Oh she breaks with the dawn
And by morning she's gone
Leaving nothing but another night
She returns to her home
Like a dog returns to a bone
Another unsatisfied wife

And there's little Booth
Secure from the truth
He wants her more than he's got the guts to say
'Cause as she needs to be real
He needs to conceal
The realness of his place
So he sings a little song
And in a chiffon sarong
She performs a black ballet in space
But she's another flop with a fancy name
And he's just another cop with a pretty face
So together they commit the ultimate crime
Two hearts locked in true waltz time

Notes: From the Hammond demos, 1972, also known as "American dream". Also recorded for the London publishing (Laurel Canyon) demos. Appears on the semi-legal product "Before the fame"


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This song has never been published on any official release.

Never played in regular set.
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Recorded for the historical 'Hammond demos' in May 1972 and also for the Laurel Canyon / London Publishing demos
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