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| 1. |
| 5:13 | 
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(Leonard Cohen)
I stepped into an avalanche It covered up my soul When I am not this hunchback that you see I sleep beneath the golden hill You who wish to conquer pain You must learn to serve me well You strike my side by accident As you go down to your goal This cripple here that you clothe and feed Is neither starved nor cold He does not ask for your company Not at the centre, the centre of the world I who am on a pedestal You did not raise me there Your laws do not compel me now To kneel grotesque and bare For I myself am the pedestal For this ugly hump at which you stare You who wish to conquer pain You must learn what makes me kind The crumbs of love that you offer me Are the crumbs I've left behind Your pain is no credential here It's just a shadow of my wound I have begun to ask for you I who have no greed I have begun to long for you I who have no need You say you've gone away from me But I can feel you when you breathe Do not dress in those rags for me I know you are not poor And do not love me quite so fiercely now When you know that you are not sure It is your turn, my beloved one It is your flesh that I wear |
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| 2. |
| 6:11 |
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The Captain's fore-arm like bunched-up rope
with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull'n'dagger and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor etched into his upper... O o o' Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever! Slams his fucken tin-dish down Our Captain, takes time to crush Some Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel with a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with clag and a morbid lump of Love in his flags. Done is the Missing, now all that remain Is to sail forever, upon the stain Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever! The captain's free-hand is a cleaver which he fashions his beard, n' he rations his jerkey! and carves his peg outa the finest mahagony! Or was it Ebony? etc... Tallies up his loneliness, notch by notch For the sea offers nuthin to hold or touch Notch by notch, winter by winter Notch x notch, winter x winter Now his leg is whittled, right down to a splinter O o Cabin Fever! O o o Cabin Fever! O the rollin sea still rollin on! She's everywhere! now that she's gone! Gone! Gone! O Cabin Fever! O Cabin Fever! Welcome to his table, Beloved-Unconscious Raisin her host of hair from her crooks and strugglin to summony one of her looks! His arm now like coiled s-s-s-snakes Whips all the bottles that he's drunken, like crystal - skittles about the cabin, of a ship they'd been sailing Five years sunken... etc... |
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| 3. |
| 5:25 | 
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| 4. |
| 5:33 |
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Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl
You know, she lives in room 29 Why... Why... that's the one right up top a mine Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry O Ah hear her walkin' Walkin' barefoot cross the floor-boards All thru this lonesome night Ah hear her crying too. Hot-tears come splashin on down Leaking thru the cracks, Down upon my face, Ah catch'em in my mouth! Ah catch'em in my mouth! Ah catch'em in my mouth! Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! Ah read her diary on her sheets Scrutinizin' every lil bit of dirt Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt Fled outa the window, And shinning it down the vine Outa her night-mare, and back into mine Mine! O Mine! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! Cry! Cry! CRY! She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet! and standin' like this with my ear to the ceiling Listen, Ah know it must sound absurd but Ah can hear the most melancholy sound Ah ever heard! Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! O tell me why? O tell me why? Oh Why? Why? Why? O tell me why and don't tell me a lie! Why the ceiling still shakes? Shakes! Shakes! Shakes! Why the fixtures turn to serpents and snakes? This desire to possess her is a wound and its naggin at me like a shrew but, Ah know, that to possess her Is, therefore, not to desire her. O o o then ya know, that lil girl would just have to go! Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! [Repeat] |
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| 5. |
| 4:06 |
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(M. Davies)
As the snow flies On a cold and grey Chicago morn A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto And his mama cries Cause there's one thing that she don't need Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto Oh people don't you understand This child needs a helping hand He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me Are we that blind to see? Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? And the world turns And the hungry little boy with the runny nose Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in the ghetto And his hunger burns So he starts to roam the streets at night And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto Then one night in desperation The young man breaks away He buys a gun and steals a car He tries to run but he don't get far And his mama cries A crowd gathers round an angry young man Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto Oh people don't you understand This child needs a helping hand He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me Are we that blind to see? Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? And as her young man dies On a cold and grey Chicago morn Another little baby child is born in the ghetto |
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| 6. |
| 2:36 |
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The moon is in the gutter
And the stars wash down the sink I am the king of the blues I scape the clay off my shoes And wade down the gutter and the moon The moon blinds my eye with opal cataracts As I cut through the saw-mills and the stacks, Leaping over the gully where I would one day take Lucy Then wash up my hands in the gutter and the moon. Such a long way from home, just me and The moon is in the gutter All my plans are flushed down the drain I wander lonely as a cloud Over memories at her mound Then lie down in the bitter gutter moon. |
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| 7. |
| 7:22 |
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Born of the river,
Born of its ever-changing, never-changing murky water Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great great greasy city Huck standing like a Saint, upon its deck If ya wanna catch a Saint, then bait ya hook, let's take a walk... 'O come to me!, O come to me!' is what the dirty city say to Huck... HUCK woah-woah, woah woah! woah-woah, woah woah! Saint Huck! Huck! Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck, down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity whistling his favorite river-song... And a bad-blind nigger at the piano Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing-a-long Huck senses somthing's wrong! Sirens wail in the city, and lil-Ulysses turn to putty and Ol Man River's got a bone to pick! and our boy's hardly got a bone to suck! He go, woah-woah, woah woah! woah-woah, woah woah! Saint Huck! Huck! The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye watches the city streets contract twist and cripple and crack. Saint Huck goes on a dog's-leg now Saint Huck goes on a dog's-leg now You know the story! Ya wake up one morning and you find you're a thug blowing smoke rings in some dive Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya cracking ya knuckles Ya bull neck bristling... Still Huck he ventures on whistling, and Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up, O woah woah woah! Saint Huck! O woah woah woah! Saint Huck! Huck! Yonder go Huck, minus pocket-watch an' wallet gone Skin shrink-wraps his skeleton No wonder he gets thinner, what with his cold'n'skinny dinners! Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis O you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer Life is but a dream! But ya traded in the Mighty ol' man River for the Dirty ol' Man Latrine! The brothel shift The hustle'n'the bustle and the green-backs rustle And all the sexy-cash And the randy-cars And the two dollar fucks O o o ya outa luck, ya outa luck Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! Huck! This is the track of deception leads to the heart of despair Huck whistles like he just don't care but in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber Lead pellets sleeps in there Wake Up! Now Huck whistles and he kneels and he lays down there See ya huck, good luck A smoke ring hovers above his head And the rats and the dogs and the men all come and put a bullet through his eye and the drip and the drip and the drip of the Mississippi cryin' And Saint Huck hears his own Mississippi just rollin' by him Woah-woah-woah-woah Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Woah-woah-woah-woah Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Woah-woah-woah-woah |
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| 8. |
| 4:06 |
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She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not We-e-ll, ah've spent seven days and seven nights tryin to get sunk in this brine Don't turn on ya water-works 'cause ah got me a pair of water-wings, right?! Insects suicide against the window, and my heart goes out to those lil flies There's a buzzin in my ear but it's more of her black-mail, ham shakespeare + lies Wings off Flies, She loves me, she loves me not. O o o o oh she loves me not!! Lord, Ah've discovered the recipe of Heaven ya git solitude and ya mix with sanctuary and silence, then bake it! Listen, I plead guilty to misanthropy so hang me! Ah'd appreciate it!! Witness her gate-crash my tiny hell with some obscene tte--tte, If ya wanna talk to me about Love'n'Pain consult my ulcer, it'd be happy to co-operate Wings off Flies, she loves me, loves me not Uh hey, Joe! Another outa do the job. Time to drown our lil fire, ya can keep the ashes, Now bye bye, bye, bye, see ya in a pigs eye! Ah will be one, in need of no-one In this, my deepest dive... Fill'er up, Joe... Hey! Ah am obliged! Ah am olbiged! Wings off Flies, She loves me, she loves me not Wings off Flies etc... ad infinitum Welcome the solitary flyer ya see it land on the rim of my glass it's going around and around and around look I just don't have the heart to hurt a fly I grabbed it in my paw snatched it up and then I held it to my ear could hear it scream could hear it scream and scream and scream till it screamed not... Hey Joe, ya know anything about this scream? |
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| 9. |
| 9:42 |
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Who'll build a box for Black Paul?
Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soul Ah'd be beholdin to ya all For a lil information, just a little indication Just who'll dig the hole? When ya done ransackin' his room grabbin any damn thing that shines, throw the scraps down on the street Like all his books and his notes. All his books and his notes and All the junk that he wrote the whole fucken lot right up in smoke Ain't there nuthin sacred anymore Won't someone will build a box for Black Paul? And their shootin off his guns and their shootin off their mouths saying 'Fuck with us ... and die!' 'Fuck with us ... and die!' (Let's see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls) 'Cover that eye! Cover that frozen eye!' Black-puppet, in a heap up against the stoning-wall Black-puppet, go to sleep, ma-ma won't scold ya anymore Armies of ants, wade up the lil red streams they're headin for the mother-pool O lord, it's cruel! O man it's hot! O man it's hot and And some of them ants they just climb to the spot Who threw the first stone at Black Paul? 'Don't ask us', say the critics and the hacks The pen-pushers and the quacks 'We jes cum to git dah facks!' 'We jes cum to git dah facks!' Hey, hey, hey, hey... Here is the hammer, that built the scaffold, and built the box... Here is the shovel, that dug the hole, in this ground of rocks... And here is the pile of stones! and for each one planted, God only knows, a blood-rose grown... These are the true Demon-Flowers! These are the true Demon-Flowers! Stand back everyone! Blood-black everyone! Who'll build a box for Black Paul? Who'll carry it up the hill? 'Not I', said the widow, adjusting her veil 'Ah will not drive the nail Or cart his puppet-body home, For ah done that one hundred times before, Yeah! ah done that one hundred times or more, And why should ah dress his wounds? When he has wounded my dress, nightly, Right across the floor' Who'll build a box for Black Paul? Who'll carry it up the hill? Who'll bury it in the black-soil? And from the woods and the thickets Come the ghosts of his victims 'We love you!' 'Ah love you!' 'and this will not hurt a bit, Outta my eyes was your rise to full glory Spring up from the corp() of life we'll go up, up, up, up, up into Death up, up, up, up, inhale its breath O yes, Death favours those that favor Death' Here is the stone, and this is the inscription it bare: 'Below Lies Black Paul, Under The Upper... But Above and Beyond The Surface-Flat-Fall There.' And all the angels come on down, And all you men and women crowd around And all the old widows weeping into their skirts And all the lil gals and the lil Boys And the scribes with their pens poised All the hullaballoo, all the norse All the hullaballoo, all the noise All the hullaballoo, all of the noise clears his throat of black blood singin Black Paul like a lonely boy... We-e-e-ll, ah have cried one thousand tears Ah've cried a thousand tears, its true And the next stormy night you know, That ah'm still cryin them for you Well, ah had a gal she was so sweet, Red dress, and long red hair hangin down And heaven yes ain't heaven Without that lil girl hangin around Well, ya know ah've beenn a bad-man and Lord knows ah done some good things too But ah confess, my soul will never rest Until you've, until you've build Until you've built a box for my gal, too. my gal, too my gal, too |
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| 10. |
| 4:35 |
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Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl
You know, she lives in room 29 Why... Why... that's the one right up top a mine Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry O Ah hear her walkin' Walkin' barefoot cross the floor-boards All thru this lonesome night Ah hear her crying too. Hot-tears come splashin on down Leaking thru the cracks, Down upon my face, Ah catch'em in my mouth! Ah catch'em in my mouth! Ah catch'em in my mouth! Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! Ah read her diary on her sheets Scrutinizin' every lil bit of dirt Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt Fled outa the window, And shinning it down the vine Outa her night-mare, and back into mine Mine! O Mine! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! Cry! Cry! CRY! She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet! and standin' like this with my ear to the ceiling Listen, Ah know it must sound absurd but Ah can hear the most melancholy sound Ah ever heard! Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! O tell me why? O tell me why? Oh Why? Why? Why? O tell me why and don't tell me a lie! Why the ceiling still shakes? Shakes! Shakes! Shakes! Why the fixtures turn to serpents and snakes? This desire to possess her is a wound and its naggin at me like a shrew but, Ah know, that to possess her Is, therefore, not to desire her. O o o then ya know, that lil girl would just have to go! Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! [Repeat] |
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