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Once I stood alone so proud now i am low on the ground. held myself above the crowd From here i look around to see what avenues belong to me I can't tell what ive found. Now what would You have me do i ask you please? I wait to hear. The mother, and the matador, the mystic, all were here before, like me, to stare You down. disappear, but leave your trace, You appear without a face, i feel your unseen frown. Now what would you have me do i wait to hear I ask you please? the word, your voice, you say. i wait to see your sign would i I look for you in heathered moor, obey? the desert, and the ocean floor how low does one heart go. looking for your fingerprints i find them in coincidence, and make my faith to grow. Forgive me all my blindnesses my weakness and unkindnesses as yet unbending still. my fist against eternity struggling so hard to see and will you break my will? Now what would you have me do i wait to hear i ask you please? your voice, the word you say i wait to see your sign could i obey? |
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| 2. |
| 3:34 |
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Consider me a widow, boys and I will tell you why. It's not the man, but it's the marriage that was drowned. and wait with watchful eye out to the sky, So I walk the walk Looking for a kind of vessel I have never found. Though I saw it splinter Like a dog with little sense, I keep looking out to sea, I did see the thing go down I keep returning, as if there's something at the site To the very area where I should be learning. We watch the wind and set the sail, That line is the horizon. point to fail. but save ourselves when all omens Though I grieve (and I believe If I tell the truth i feel it truly) then I will have to tell you this But I knew that ship was empty by the time it hit the rocks, we could not hold on when fate became unruly. So consider me a widow, boys, and I have told you why. a better day is nearing? Does the weather say and wait upon the Will It's clear that I need I'll set my house in order now better skill in steering... That line is the horizon. We watch the wind and set the sail, But save ourselves when all omens point to fail. |
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| 3. |
| 3:47 |
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(I`ll Never Be) Your Maggie May
no capo December 2000 1. i'll never be your Maggie May the one you loved and left behind the face you see in light of day and then you cast away that isn't me in that bed you'll find 2. I'd rather take myself away be like those ladies in Japan rather paint myself a face conjure up some grace or be the eyes behind a fan And so you go no girl could say no to you 3. there's the way we may appear but that will change from day to night would you ever see within? underneath the skin? could I believe you had that sight? 4. instrumental And so you go no girl could say no to you 5. I'll never be your Maggie May the one you loved and then forgot I'll love you first and let you go because it must be so and you'll forgive or you will not 6. and so a woman leaves a man and so a world turns on it's end so I'll see your face in dreams where nothing's what it seems you still appear some kind of friend And so you go no girl could say no to you .. |
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| 4:00 |
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1. the virgin mary on a chain has hit me in the mouth again as we explore the carnal score of sacred and profane 2. sulky boy won't drink his milk mothers breast beneath the silk remains untouched it's way too much reject all of that ilk ch; i have to say it makes me wonder if you are holding me to the same blue flame that you are under i feel you scolding me 3. your virgin mary's in the way hallucinate her face by day obscure the view in front of you it's me here made of clay 4. you're playing near that line so thin, austerity? or just give in to endless appetite, embrace that white oblivion? ch; and why so high the expectation? who could live up to this? well, there's no time now for explanation cold as an angel's kiss i have to say it makes me wonder if you were holding me to that cold blue flame that you are under when you were holding me |
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| 5. |
| 3:03 |
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Soap and water take the day from my hand scrub the salt from my stinging skin slip me loose of this wedding band Soap and water hang my heart on the line scour it down in a wind of sand bleach it clean to a vinegar shine Daddy's a dark riddle Mama's a headful of bees you are my little kite carried away in the wayward breeze Soap and water wash the year from my life straighten all that we trampled and tore heal the cut we call husband and wife Daddy's a dark riddle Mama's a handful of thorns you are my little kite caught up again in the household storms Daddy's a dark riddle Mama's a headful of bees you are my little kite carried away in the wayward breeze |
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| 6. |
| 4:18 |
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the reproach in your daughter's most beautiful face made me wonder just how she could know of that something that happened between you and me so much more than a long time ago her mother, I can see, lives within her still cause she looked at me with her eyes though I had only just met her right then I feel that she peeled back my guilty disguise did i break the thread, or did you break the thread? well at this point we could ask who cares as for the promises broken and frayed it's 19 years late for repairs the grey pewter vase held the deep red rose, one piece of coral shone white, by the brass candlestick near your red velvet coat, is everything I can recall of one night will you please tell me why I remember these things after all of this time, I don't know i must have left all those feelings inside cause that year I had no courage to show was i the name you could never pronounce? or did i even figure at all? all of this happened before she was born did i shadow her young pencil marks on the wall still i am sure i was only but one of a number who darkened that door of your home and your hearth and your family and wife who'd been darkened so often before oh, the red leaf looks to the hard gray stone to each other, they know what they mean somewhere, their future is still yet to come in ways that are yet as of now unforeseen |
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| 3:35 |
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Last year's troubles are so old fashioned the robber on the highway the pirate on the seas maybe it's the clothing that's so entertaining the earrings and swashbuckling blouses that please here we have heroes of times that have passed now but nobody these days has that kind of chin over there the petticoats of ladies of virtue you can hardly tell them from the petticoats of sin last year's troubles look at all the waifs of Dickensian England why is it their suffering is more picturesque? must be cause their rags are so very Victorian the ones here at home just don't give it their best last years troubles they shine up so pretty they gleam with a luster they don't have today here it's just dirty and violent and troubling etc. last year's troubles but trouble is still trouble and evil still evil sometimes we wonder; is there more now, or less? if we had a tool or could tally the handfuls measure for measure it's the same would be my guess |
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| 8. |
| 4:14 |
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1. she'd come to my house and dance in the hall with the music up loud against the light on the wall I danced beside her feeling no shame we were in costume and this was a game 2. she'd put on her skirt of layers of chiffon the top of the umbrella had come off so I put that on we'd dance together then an awkward ballet she was 20 years older than I was but still we did play 3. She was 20 years older than me and many times my size but it's her little feet I remember and the look in her eyes once when I saw her she made me a doll of ribbon and paper and ink and lace, I recall 4. I danced beside her feeling no shame we were in costume and this was a game I think of her now I'm older I still love to dance something will shine through the body if you give it a chance |
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| 9. |
| 2:46 |
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oooh if I were a weapon you said I'd be a gun lethal at close range i guess with silencer and stun but I feel more like a needle always pulling on the thread always making the same point again and wondering if you heard what I just said if you were a weapon a hammer's what you'd be blunt and heavy at the end and coming down on me but i've concealed a weapon in a pocket knife attack all folded up inside until you see the shine and then you'll want it back oooh if I were a weapon you said i'd be a gun lethal at close range I guess w silencer and stun well, if I am that weapon I am pointing now at you so just put down the hostage and we'll talk it down until we see this through |
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| 4:19 |
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i dreamed you were a rich man and that i had no place to go i came to you to see if you would take me in through golden curtains you told me you'd let me know. well, you drink for ten and you smoke for twenty and your fickle heart will never be true but still i feel the wind in from the harbor thats when i know the longing for you when i know the old longing for you. i saw you in my mind's eye you were laid out on your final day i stood in line to see that handsome face once more it had been so dear to me, and i kissed you as you lay you were so dear, i kissed you as you lay. now, whenever i do travel if to portugal, england, or spain as i do walk by the shipyards and the harbors i smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again i know the salt, and the bay rum, you beside me again. |
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| 11. |
| 2:57 |
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Am I an afternoon's pastime? a thing on a string to be thrown and retrieved like a phone call received on somebody's birthday to tease and delight and then say goodnight and then just say goodbye? Am I a toy on a tray ? a soft piece of clay queen or clown for the day machine ballerina soldier of tin standing so loyal while you sit so royal then I'm put away? Ch: For your approval, perusal, and your possible refusal, I'm amusing, I'm a puppet for your play. Am I your Mad Magazine? skin trampoline pin-up pinball machine your fantasy girl of puzzling parts but none fits or starts we match wits but not hearts I'm heard but never seen? Chorus again |
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| 12. |
| 2:11 |
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1. Black on the red and the red on the black. It's a tic of a tired mind. Come and sit down, won't you try your luck. See if you unwind. 2. Never use your threes and twos. Follow superstition. Otherwise you are going to lose. Compulsion makes you listen. Take what's wrong, and make it go right. Weave it like a prayer. Wonder if you you'll spend the night? Playing solitaire? 3. Do it again, when you find you're all done. Like an idiot savant. Shuffle up your luck. You see, you almost won. Now wrestle down what you want. 4. Jack on the Queen, and the ten on the Jack. It's a happy repetition. You and your fate in a kind of check-mate. And you are your only competition. Take what's wrong, and make it go right. Weave it like a prayer. Wonder if you you'll spend the night? Playing solitaire? |
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| 13. |
| 2:30 |
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call on that saint and the candle that burns keeping her safe until her return plaster and paint holding the fire a poor woman's saint holding all man's desire bold little bird fly away home could I but ride herd on the wind and the foam all of the souls that curl by the fire they never know all man's desire watercress clings to the banks of the stream in the first grip of spring when the snow melts to green barefoot and cold and holding a lyre by the side of the road holding all man's desire call on the saint when the white candle burns keeping her safe until her return |
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