Jewel Kilcher's songs

these 2 songs by Jewel Kilcher really made me think about life. try and figure out what she's trying to say in the 2 songs.

LAST DANCE RODEO
lungs fill up with concrete, her voice is all you can hear
red lips and a screwdriver, rapped around some mink clad, queer
and you know that she's no diamond in this damn jukebox hell
'cause only fools gold fools fools, in 2 bit hotels
but she's cooler than all that; a real high class cat
queen of the last dance rodeo

under the gas lamps the air is thick in velvetine
your bones fill with hunger your heart fills with longing
you're no longer human you're an insatiable hole
you wanna bury your face forever in the navel of her soul
'cause you know

you need is a heart to call home;
you need is a heart to call home... that's all

light bulbs and nylons and plastic chandeliers
objects are only objects; they can't feel when you're near
but tangerine lips and lily white breasts
these things are eternal, inside them humanity rests
her skin's like a seashell; you listen to her soul
like an old time radio show

'cause under the gas lamps the air is thick in velvetine
your bones fill with hunger, your heart fills with longing
you're no longer human you're an insatiable hole
you wanna bury your face forever in the navel of her soul
'cause you know

you need is a heart to call home
you need is a heart to call home; thats call

don't wander too far, my 1 constant star
darkness exists except where you are
my feet are filled with wondering, they follow your own
'cause everywhere you are feels like home

so search all you miners, you hunters of dreams
look in the alleyways for what you know is not what it seems
and feign all you maidens, but don't resist too long
least you look behind you and see your own shadow is gone
don't you know it's the last rodeo
yet find yourselves a cowboy, some one to keep you warm when it's cold

'cause under the gas lamps the air is thick in velvetine
your bones fill with hunger your heart with longing
you're no longer human you're an insatiable hole
you wanna bury your face forever in the navel of her soul
'cause you know

you need is a heart... to call home
you need is a heart... to call home
you need is a heart to call home (yeah yeah)
you need is a heart all you need
coz all you need
coz all you need is a heart, thats all
that's all

STEVENVILLE, TEXAS
housewives told to recapture their youth
by wearing floral print and suede; fixing their hairdos
with pc chemical free hairspray
martha steward taught em to make on tv
i was raised a farm girl but now im too far from home
all alone on the road
trying to figure out who i am
now the stardust has turned to sand; the sand has turned to stone
on the star making machine
im 31 years old that ain't the end but it aint where i began
my daddy; he wrote songs and he broke colts and went back to school to get a degree
now he teaches music to kids; he taught music to me
and this alaskan girl has been living in stevenville, texas, that is
yes you guessed it, i moved there coz i fell in love with a man
i moved his ex ladies things out of the closet
the same closet i moved my things back in
no it did not make me feel that great as if to demonstrate everything's temporary if you give it enough time
im 31 years old that aint the end but it sure aint where i began
but hey im just a kid; i've got nothing to lose
im the singer of songs, im the player of crowds
hey mom look - im an entertainer, im a mordern day troubador
trying to find justic with 6 strings
trying to make the world make sense out of me
trying to be loved completely; trying to love honestly
trying to find a decent high noon cup of tea in another hotel
im trying to listen to the leaves speak trying to steal secrets from the fishes in the creek
trying to figure out who i am
a pretty mediocre cook and even worse: mathamatician; maybe a mum 1 day
what will it be?
im trying to figure out who i am, but there's no hand to hold
no doc martin luther king just sycophants and mindlessness on tv
we all read magazines for the latest way to behave
so hey why not follow me; the blonde bombshell deity
i'll sell you neat ideas without big words and a lil' bit of cleavage
to wash it all down
you know everybody thought godard was a clown
man that aint gonna be me
im 31 years old that aint the end but it sure aint where i began
i guess it just makes it stevenville, texas