Hannah Marcus – Hairdresser In Taos Lyrics

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…

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