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It's raining today
and I'm just about to forget the train window girl That wonderful day we met She smiles through the smoke from my cigarette It's raining today But once there was summer and you And dark little rooms And sleep in late afternoons Those moments descend on my windowpane I've hung around too long Listenin' to the old landlady's hard-luck stories You out of me, me out of you We go like lovers To replace the empty space Repeat our dreams to someone new It's raining today And I watch the cellophane streets No hang-ups for me 'Cause hang-ups need company The street corner girl's a cold trembling leaf It's raining today It's raining today |
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Hope for me, I hope for you,
We're snowdrops falling through the night. We'll melt away before we land, Two teardrops for somebody's hand. Follow me into just one more Spring. Copenhagen, you're the end, Gone and made me a child again. Warmed my feet beneath cold sheets, Dyed my hair with your sunny streets. Children aren't afraid to love And laugh when life amuses them. And our love is an antique song For children's carousels |
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Voices from a photograph
Laugh from your wall Scream through your dreams Wake up Rosemary and wipe your teary eyes Rise and cross the cold bare floor And watch the moon through frosted glass Damn that photograph I'll have to take it down She hears the boats as they move down the river She sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get away She hears the clock and it strikes like a hammer Pounding the nails one day further in the coffin of her youth Evenings with your mother's friends Pregnant eyes, sagging chins Swollen fingertips Pour antique cups of tea Who are you and where you been? Suspended in a weightless wind Watching trains go by From platforms in the rain Look at the photograph Dream back last summer Dream back the lips Of that traveling salesman, Mr. Jim He smelled of miracles With stained glass whispers You loved his laughter You tremble beneath him once again That's what I want A new shot at life But my coat's too thin My feet won't fly And I watch the wind and I see another dream blowin' by |
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She stands all alone
You can hear her hum softly From her fire escape in the sky She fills the bags 'neath her eyes With the moonbeams And cries 'cause the world's passed her by Didn't time sound sweet yesterday? In a world filled with friends You lose your way She's a haunted house And her windows are broken And the sad young man's gone away Her bathrobe's torn And tears smudge her lipstick And the neighbors just whisper all day Didn't time sounds sweet yesterday? In a world filled with friends You lose your way |
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We came through
We came riding through like warriors from afar Our black horses danced upon the graves of yesterday's desires Haunted by our visions framed in fire I greet you, for you still believe in what's behind the door You've seen the children freeze upon their knees And praying to the wind To send their grey madonnas back again Fire the guns, and salute the men who died for freedom's sake And we'll weep tonight, but we won't lie awake Gazing up at statues dressed in stars We won't dream, for they don't come true for us Not anymore They've run afar to hide in caves With haggard burning eyes Their icy voices tear our hearts like knives We came through Like the Gothic monsters perched on Notre Dame We observe the naked souls of gutters pouring forth mankind Smothered in an avalanche of time And we're giants as we watch our kings and countries raise their shields And Guevara dies encased in his ideals And as Luther King's predictions fade from view We came through |
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There's a butterfly circling the beach
Searching the rocks where you are He chooses your hair, and that's where he belongs For he's lost like a star Head down, reluctant and warm You give your thoughts to the sea Dark rivers your eyes belong to no-one Like a star Like a butterfly |
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They spoke transparent phrases to looking glass women
And they took the detours that scattered the way They departed from summer like two ragged soldiers Dragging their heels through their fantasies There were meals in the missions for two frozen statues And long draughty sermons devouring their knees Sometimes passions in winter turn to cold soundless moments That teared in the eyes of their fantasies There were nights on park benches, stale bread for the pigeons Good mornings to faces who just turned away And on one road confusion, the other desire So they took to the road of their fantasies One would speak of a lake where he used to go swimming The other had no memories left for his mind With their arms round each other the two ragged soldiers Laughed through a war that they couldn't see Laughed for a world filled with fantasy |
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See the dwarves and see the giants
Which one would you choose to be? And if you can't get that together Here's the answer, here's the key You can freeze like a 30 Century Man Like a 30 Century Man I'll save my bread and take it with me 'Til a hundred years or so Shame you won't be there to see me Shakin' hands with Charles De Gaulle Play it cool and Saranwrap all you can Be a 30 Century Man You can freeze like a 30 Century Man Like a 30 Century Man Like a 30 Century Man |
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You're like a winter night
Your thoughts are frozen You kiss your lovers In the snow Too many icy tears Glisten for someone You watch the leaves As they shiver your loneliness Your eyes are lanterns Growing dim I hum inside Like the meadows in summer But I'll never light them up Again |
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Two weeks since you've gone
And I feel like the tramp Picking dustbins in the alley. He looks up as I pass Clutching rags from a city's restless night I could read all my sadness In faces I knew Down at Kelly's bar last Friday And I haven't been back since I mistook Somebody for a friend And if I walk these streets long enough Will you happen to me again? With whom are you sharing The sweet taste of summer? My memories pursue you Like puddles of rain The river inside me still flow To the sea of your hands And if I close my eyes for a while Will you happen to me again? |
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Sons of the thief, sons of the saint
Who is the child with no complaint Sons of the great or sons unknown All were children like your own The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears The cries at night, the nightmare fears Sons of the great or sons unknown All were children like your own... So long ago: long, long, ago... But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms All of the children ran from your arms Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin All of the children vanished too soon In tow'ring waves, in walls of flesh Among dying birds trembling with death Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms All of the children ran from your arms... So long ago: long, long, ago... But sons of your sons or sons passing by Children we lost in lullabies Sons of true love or sons of regret All of the sons you cannot forget Some built the roads, some wrote the poems Some went to war, some never came home Sons of your sons or sons passing by Children we lost in lullabies... So long ago: long, long, ago But, sons of the theif, sons of the saint Who is the child with no complaint Sons of the great or sons unknown All were children like your own The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears The cries at night, the nightmare fears Sons of the great or sons unknown All were children like your own... |
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Oh I can see them now
Clutching a hankerchief And blowing me a kiss Discreetly asking how How came he died so young Or was he very old Is the body still warm Or is it already cold All doors are open wide They grope around inside At my desk my drawers my trunk There's nothing left to hide Some love letters are there And an old photograph They've laid my poor soul bare And now all they do is laugh Oh I can see them all So formal and so stiff Like a seargant at arms At a policeman's ball And everybody's pushing To be the first in line Their hearts upon their sleeves Like a ten cent valentine The old women are there Too old to give a damn They've brought along the kids Who don't know who I am They're thinking about the price of my funeral bouquet What they're thinking isn't nice For now they'll have to pay Oh I see all of you All of my phoney friends Who can't wait for it ends Who can't wait till it's through Oh I see all of you You've been laughing all these years Now all that you have left Are a few crocodile tears Ah you don't even know That you're entering your hell As you leave my cemetary You think you're doing well With that one who's at your side You're as proud as you can be Ah she's going to make you cry But not the way you cried for me Oh I can see me now So cold and so alone As the flowers slowly die In my field of little bones Oh I can see me now I can see me at the end Of this voyage that I/m on Without a love without a friend Now all this that I see Is not what I deserve They really have a nerve To say these things to me No girls just bread and water And your money you must save For there'll be nothing left for us When you're dead and in your grave |
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If you go away
On this summer day Then you might as well Take the sun away All the birds that flew In the summer sky When our love was new And our hearts were high And the day was young And the night was long And the moon stood still For the night bird's song If you go away But if you stay I'll make you a day Like no day has been Or will be again We'll sail the sun We'll ride on the rain And talk to the trees And worship the wind Then if you go I'll understand Leave me just enough love To fill up my hand If you go away As I know you will You must tell the world To stop turning, turning 'til you return again If you ever do For what good is love Without loving you? Can I tell you now As you turn to go I'll be dying slowly 'til the next hello But if you stay I'll make you a night Like no night has been Or will be again I'll sail on your smile I'll glide on your touch I'll talk to your eyes That I love so much But if you go I won't cry Though the good is gone From the word goodbye If you go away As I know you must There'll be nothing left In this world to trust Just an empty room Full of empty space Like the empty look I see on your face And I'd have been the shadow Of your shadow If it might have kept me By your side |
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