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from The Beatles 9집 - Magical Mystery Tour [ost] (1967)
Love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love, love There's nothing you can do that can't be done Nothing you can sing that can't be sung Nothing you can say but you can learn how the play the game It's easy There's nothing you can make that can't me made No on you can save that can't be saved Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time It's easy All you need is love All you need is love All you need is love, love Love is all you need Love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love, love All you need is love All you need is love All you need is love, love Love is all you need There's nothing you can know that isn't known Nothing you can see that isn't shown No where you can be that isn't where you're meant to be It's easy All you need is love All you need is love All you need is love, love Love is all you need All you need is love All you need is love All you need is love, love Love is all you need Love is all you need That is all you need That is all you need That is all you need That is all you need
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from The Beatles 9집 - Magical Mystery Tour [ost] (1967)
There's a fog upon L.A. And my friends have lost their way We'll be over soon they said Now they've lost themselves instead Please don't be long Please don't you be very long Please don't be long Or I may be asleep Well it only goes to show And I told them where to go Ask a policeman on the street There's so many there to meet Please don't be long Please don't you be very long Please don't be long Or I may be asleep Now it's past my bed I know And I'd really like to go Soon will be the break of day Sitting here in Blue Jay Way Please don't be long Please don't you be very long Please don't be long Or I may be asleep Please don't be long Please don't you be very long Please don't be long Please don't be long Please don't you be very long Please don't be long Please don't be long Please don't you be very long Please don't be long Don't be long Don't be long Don't be long Don't be long Don't be long Don't be long Don't be long
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from The Beatles 9집 - Magical Mystery Tour [ost] (1967)
You say yes, I say no.
You say stop and I say go go go, oh no. You say goodbye and I say hello Hello hello I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello Hello hello I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello. I say high, you say low. You say why and I say I don't know, oh no. You say goodbye and I say hello HELLO GOODBYE HELLO GOODBYE hello hello HELLO GOODBYE I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello HELLO GOODBYE HELLO GOODBYE hello hello HELLO GOODBYE I don't know why you say goodbye HELLO GOODBYE I say goodbye. Why why why why why why do you say goodbye goodbye, oh no? You say goodbye and I say hello Hello hello I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello Hello hello I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello. You say yes I SAY YES I say no BUT I MAY MEAN NO. You say stop I CAN STAY and I say go go go TILL IT'S TIME TO GO OH, oh no. You say goodbye and I say hello Hello hello I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello Hello hello I don't know why you say goodbye, I say goodbye Hello hello I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello hello. Hela heba helloa CHA CHA, hela... |
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from The Beatles 9집 - Magical Mystery Tour [ost] (1967)
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly I'm crying Sitting on a cornflake Waiting for the van to come Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday Man you've been a naughty boy you let your face grow long I am the eggman they are the eggmen I am the walrus Goo goo g' joob Mr. city policeman sitting pretty little policemen in a row See how they fly like Lucy in the sky See how they run I'm crying I'm crying, I'm crying Yellow matter custard Dripping from a dead dog's eye Crabalocker fishwife Pornographic priestess Boy, you've been a naughty girl you let your knickers down I am the eggman They are the eggmen I am the walrus Goo goo g' joob Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun If the sun don't come you get a tan from standing in the English rain I am the eggman They are the eggmen I am the walrus Goo goo g' joob Expert, texpert choking smokers don't you think the joker laughs at you See how they smile like pigs in a sty See how they snide I'm crying Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel tower Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe I am the eggman They are the eggmen I am the walrus Goo goo g' joob Goo goo g' joob Goo goo g' goo goo goo g' joob goo juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba [talking from Shakespeare's King Lear] Slave, thou hast slain me:--Villain take my purse: If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body; And take the letters which thou fid'st about me To Edmund Earl of Gloster; seek him out Upon the British party:--O untimely death! I know thee well: a serviceable villain; As duteous to the vices of thy mistress As badness would desire. What, is he dead? Sit you down, father; rest you.
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from The Beatles 9집 - Magical Mystery Tour [ost] (1967)
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour. Roll up (AND THAT'S AN INVITATION), roll up for the mystery tour. Roll up (TO MAKE A RESERVATION), roll up for the mystery tour. The magical mystery tour is waiting to take you away, Waiting to take you away. Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour. Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour. Roll up (WE'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU NEED), roll up for the mystery tour. Roll up (SATISFACTION GUARANTEED), roll up for the mystery tour. The magical mystery tour is hoping to take you away. Hoping to take you away. Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour. Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour. Roll up (AND THAT'S AN INVITATION), roll up for the mystery tour. Roll up (TO MAKE A RESERVATION), roll up for the mystery tour. The magical mystery tour is coming to take you away. Coming to take you away. The magical mystery tour is dying to take you away. Dying to take you away, take you away. |
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from The Beatles 9집 - Magical Mystery Tour [ost] (1967)
Penny lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know And all the people that come and go stop and say hello On the corner is a banker with a motor car . The little children laugh at hime behind his back and the banker never wears a "MAC"in the pouring rain, very strange * Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies. I sit and meanwhile Back in penny lane there is a fireman with an hour glass And in his pocket is a portrait of the queen He likes to keep his fire engine coean,it's a clean machine * Repeat Full of fish and finger pies in summer meanwhile Back behind the shelter in the middle of a round about The pretty nurses selling poppies from a tray She is anyway Penny lane the barber shaves another customer We see the banker sitting waiting for a trend And then the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain Very strange * Repeat There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit and meanwhile back * Repeat There beheath the blue suburban skies Penny lane... |
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from The Beatles 9집 - Magical Mystery Tour [ost] (1967)
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout. Strawberry Fields forever. Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me. Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout. Strawberry Fields forever. No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low. That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right, that is I think it's not too bad. Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout. Strawberry Fields forever. Always, no sometimes, think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream. I think I know I mean a 'Yes' but it's all wrong, that is I think I disagree. Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout. Strawberry Fields forever. Strawberry Fields forever. |
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from The Beatles 9집 - Magical Mystery Tour [ost] (1967)
Day after day alone on the hill The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just a fool And he never seem to notice But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning round Well on the way, his head in a cloud The man of a thousand voices is talking perfectly loud But nobody ever hears him Or the sound he appears to make And he never seems to notice But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning round Oh, round, round, round, round, round And nobody seems to like him they can tell what he wants to do And he never shows his feelings But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning round Oh, round, round, round, round, round And he never listen to them He knows that they're the fools But they don't like him The fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning round Oh, round, round, round, round, round oh
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from The Beatles 9집 - Magical Mystery Tour [ost] (1967)
Your mother should know
written by Lennon/McCartney main vocal by McCartney Let's all get up and dance to a song that was a hit before your mother was born Though she was born a long, long time ago Your mother should know Your mother should know Sing it again Let's all get up and dance to a song that was a hit before your mother was born Though she was born a long, long time ago Your mother should know Your mother should know Lift up your hearts and sing me a song that was a hit before your mother was born Though she was born a long, long time ago Your mother should know Your mother should know Your mother should know Your mother should know Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da Though she was born a long, long time ago Your mother should know Your mother should know Your mother should know Your mother should know Your mother should know Your mother should know |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Broken English (1979)
Well, I know that you're tired of living this way,
We've been trying to get high without having to pay. The walls are all empty, it's not a permanent state, Just let me tell you that it's not too late. You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain. You're a drain brain, you go on and on like a blood stain. Well, you know I ain't selfish, there's always a way. If a thing ain't worth having, you're having to pay. You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain. You're a train brain, you go on and on like a blood stain. Got so much to offer, but I can't pay the rent, I can't buy you roses 'cause the money's all spent. Well, you sat in my car, you drank my champagne, You stole all my silk but you gave me no change. You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain. You're a train drain, you go on and on like a blood stain. Got so much to offer, but I can't pay the rent, I can't buy you roses 'cause the money's all spent. Well, you sat in my car, you drank my champagne, You stole all my silk, you left me no change. You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain. You're a train drain, you go on and on like a blood stain. You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain. You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Broken English (1979)
Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan What are you fighting for ? It's not my security. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. Lose your father, your husband, Your mother, your children. What are you dying for ? It's not my reality. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. US CD MFSL Ultradisc UDCD 640 r. 08 08 1995 What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? Could have come through anytime, Cold lonely, puritan. What are you fighting for ? It's not my security. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting ... |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Broken English (1979)
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel bad, so bad, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad. I feel bad, so bad, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad. I never lied to my lover, But if I did I would admit it. If I could get away with murder I'd take my gun and I'd commit it. I never gave to the rich, I never stole from the poor, I'm like a curious child, give me more, More, more, more, more, more, more. I feel blood, I feel blood, Though I feel it in my veins, it's not enough. I feel blood, I feel blood, Though it's streaming through my veins it's not enough. I never stole a scarf from Harrods, But if I did you wouldn't miss it. I never stole a doll from Lovecraft, But if I did you know I'd kiss it. I never stole from the rich, I never gave to the poor, I'm like a curious child, just give me more, More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt. Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt ... |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Broken English (1979)
<P>"The morning sun touched lightly on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town As she lay there ´neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she´d memorised in her daddy´s easy chair. </P><P>Her husband, he´s off to work and the kids are off to school And there are oh so many ways for her to spend the day. She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she´d memorised in her daddy´s easy chair. </P><P>The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud </P><P>And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she knew she´d found forever As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair..." </P> |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Broken English (1979)
What's the worry, what's the hurry,
Do you hear me, do you fear me ? You've got the message, you read the story, You want the power, you need the glory. Clocks break, time goes by, Hot sake along the fly, She laughs on a spin, He laughs, turns you in. What's the panic, where's the static, Do you see me, could you meet me ? I heard the rumour, you've got my number, But now I see you run for cover. So you thought you had it made, Ain't it easy to be afraid, Feel the pressure, take the bait, Here it comes again. Clock breaks, time goes by, Hot sake along the fly, She laughs on a spin, He laughs, turns you in. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Broken English (1979)
When I stole a twig from our little nest
And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak, I had my balls and my brains put into a vice And twisted around for a whole fucking week. Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you let that trash Get a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash ? Why'd ya do it she said, why'd you let her suck your cock ? Oh, do me a favour, don't put me in the dark. Why'd ya do it, she said, they're mine all your jewels, You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools. Why'd ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore, 'Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor. Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you spit on my snatch ? Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch ? Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ? You drove my ego to a really bad skid. Why'd you do it, she said, ain't nothing to laugh, You just tore all our kisses right in half! Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do what you did, Betray my little oyster for such a low bitch. Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ? You drove my ego to a really bad skid. Why'd ya do it, she screamed, after all we've said Every time I see your dick I see her cunt in my bed. The whole room was swirling, Her lips were still curling. Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do it, she said, Why'd you do what you did ? Oh, big grey mother, I love you forever With your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather. Why'd ya do it, she said, whyc1 |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Broken English (1979)
Shall I see tonight sister, bathed in magic greet
Shall we meet on the hilltop where the two roads meet. We will form the circle, hold our hands and chant, Let the great one know what it is we want. Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire, Happy is our family, lonely is the ward. Sister, we are waiting on the rock and chain Fly fast through the airwaves, meet with pride and truth. Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire, Happy is our family, lonely is the ward. Father, we are waiting for you to appear. Do you feel the panic, can you see the fear ? Mother, we are waiting for you to give consent. If there's to be a marriage, we need contempt. Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire, Happy is our family, lonely is the ward. La da da da da da, la la la la la . La da da da da da, la la la la la . La da da da da da, la la la la la La da da da da da, la la la la la ... Remember death is far away and life is sweet. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Broken English (1979)
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. They hurt you at home and they hit you at school, They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career, But you really can't function you're so full of fear. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free, But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. There's room at the top they are telling us still, But first we must learn how to smile as we kill If we want to live like the folks on the hill. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Strange Weather (1990)
Some fools don't know what's right from wrong,
But somehow those folks belong. Me, I try for all I'm worth, But I still remain a stranger on this earth. Some people gloom, other folk cry. Me, I have to struggle to keep alive. Ever since the day of my birth I've been a stranger, stranger on this earth. I try to be what all folks should, Forgetting the bad and doing good. But no matter how I try, My troubles always multiply. Now I've been doing the best I can Ever since life began. Some day when I prove my worth I won't be a stranger on earth. Now I've been living the best I can Ever since my life began. The day's gonna come when I prove my worth And I won't be no stranger, No, I won't be a stranger On this earth. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Strange Weather (1990)
I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams Where gigolo and gigolette Can take a kiss without regret So they forget their broken dreams. You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow When you behold your shattered schemes. And gigolo and gigolette Wake up to find their eyes are wet With tears that tell of broken dreams. Here is where you'll always find me, Always walking up and down, But I left my soul behind me In an old cathedral town. The joy that you find here, you borrow, You cannot keep it long it seems. But gigolo and gigolette Still sing a song and dance along The boulevard of broken dreams. Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, Da, da, da, da, da, da, da. Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, Da, da, da, da, da, da, da. The joy that you find here, you borrow, You cannot keep it long it seems. But gigolo and gigolette Still sing a song and dance along The boulevard of broken dreams. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Strange Weather (1990)
Hello stranger, hello stranger.
Who is that person in the mirror? it's not me. Whatever happened to the one that I used to be? Is she just another fading memory? Hello stranger, hello stranger. Hello stranger, hello stranger. Every night you're always in my bed. Every day you stay inside my head. Oh, how I wish that I was there instead Of some sad stranger, Some sad stranger, Hello stranger. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Strange Weather (1990)
You will search, babe,
At any cost But how long, babe, Can you search for what is not lost ? Everybody will help you, Some people are very kind. But if I can save you anytime Come on, give it to me, I'll keep it with mine. I can't help it If you might think I am odd, If I say I'm loving you Not for what you are but for what you're not. Everybody will help you Discover what you set out to find. But if I can save you anytime Come on, give it to me, I'll keep it with mine. The train leaves At half past ten But it will be back In the same old spot again. The conductor, He's still stuck on the line But if I can save you anytime Come on, give it to me, I'll keep it with mine. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Strange Weather (1990)
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by A sweet slice of heaven for just you and i When we're alone. From all of society we'll stay aloof And live in propriety there on the roof. Two heavenly hermits we will be in truth When we're alone. We'll see life's mad pattern As we view old manhattan Then we can thank our lucky stars That we're living as we are. In our little penthouse we'll always contrive To keep love and romance forever alive In view of the hudson just over the drive, When we're alone. We can thank our lucky stars That we're living as we are. In our little penthouse we'll always contrive To keep love and romance forever alive In view of the hudson just over the drive, When we're alone. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Strange Weather (1990)
Yes, sign of judgement, yes
Sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement time ain't long. Yes, sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement time ain't long. I don't like old satan None of his tempting charms. Cheat you at your Jesus now And roll you in his arms. I said yes, sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement time ain't long. I don't like old satan, Nothing he say or do. Tell one lie to hurt us all, Then two to make it true. Yes, the sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement time ain't long. I said yes, the sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement time ain't long. Yes, the sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement time ain't long. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Strange Weather (1990)
Will you take me across the channel,
London bridge is falling down. Strange a woman tries to save What a man will try to drown. And he's the rain that they predicted, It's the forecast every time. The rose has died because you picked it An' I believe that brandy's mine. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. The word is getting flatter, The sky is falling all around. And nothing is the matter For I never cry in town. And a love like ours, my dear, Is best measured when it's down. And I never buy umbrellas, For there's always one around. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. And you know that it's beginning, And you know that it's the end When once again we are strangers And the fog comes rolling in. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. Dr. john: You ready ? 2, 3, 4, 1. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Strange Weather (1990)
Yesterdays, yesterdays,
Days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days. Olden days, golden days, Days of mad romance and love. Then gay youth was mine Truth was mine Joyous free and flaming life Then truth was mine Sad am I, glad am I, For today I'm dreaming of Yesterdays. Yesterdays, yesterdays, Days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days. Golden days, olden days, Days of mad romance and love. Then gay youth was mine Truth was mine Joyous free and flaming life Then truth was mine Sad am I, glad am I, For today I'm dreaming of Yesterdays. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Blazing Away (1990)
It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play Smiling faces I can see But not for me I sit and watch as tears go by My riches can't buy everything I want to hear the children sing All I hear is the sound Of rain falling on the ground I sit and watch as tears go by It is the evening of the day I sit and watch the children play Doing things I used to do They think are new I sit and watch as tears go by Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Blazing Away (1990)
So searching down and out looking for a place to stay
A place of no commitment, a place with no involvement. I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel, One's turning, one's burning, blazing away. One's turning, one's burning, blazing away. Strange-looking exile with a passion for the dangerous, An eye for the wicked, a tongue for the nasty. I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel, One's turning, one's burning, blazing away. One's turning, one's burning, blazing away. What is the reason that things change? What is the reason they can never stay the same? What can I do, what can I do? Feel it, release it, things change. Feel it, release it, things change. Feel it, release it, things change. What is the reason that things change? What is the reason they can never stay the same? What can I do, what can I do? Feel it, release it, things change. Feel it, release it, things change. Feel it, release it, things change. So searching, down and out looking for a place to stay, A place of no commitment, a place with no involvement. I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel, One's turning, one's burning, blazing away. One's turning, one's burning, blazing away. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Blazing Away (1990)
Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan What are you fighting for ? It's not my security. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. Lose your father, your husband, Your mother, your children. What are you dying for ? It's not my reality. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. US CD MFSL Ultradisc UDCD 640 r. 08 08 1995 What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? Could have come through anytime, Cold lonely, puritan. What are you fighting for ? It's not my security. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting ... |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Blazing Away (1990)
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel bad, so bad, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad. I feel bad, so bad, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad. I never lied to my lover, But if I did I would admit it. If I could get away with murder I'd take my gun and I'd commit it. I never gave to the rich, I never stole from the poor, I'm like a curious child, give me more, More, more, more, more, more, more. I feel blood, I feel blood, Though I feel it in my veins, it's not enough. I feel blood, I feel blood, Though it's streaming through my veins it's not enough. I never stole a scarf from Harrods, But if I did you wouldn't miss it. I never stole a doll from Lovecraft, But if I did you know I'd kiss it. I never stole from the rich, I never gave to the poor, I'm like a curious child, just give me more, More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt. Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt ... |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Blazing Away (1990)
My young love said to me, "My brothers won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind" Then she turned her head to me and this she did say "It will not be long, love, till our wedding day" She turned away from me and she moved through the fair And I watched her so swiftly move here and move there Then she turned away homeward with one star awake Like a swan in the evening moves over the lake Last night, I did dream that my dead love come in So softly she entered that her feet made no din And she turned her head to me and this she did say "It will not be long, love, till our wedding day" |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Blazing Away (1990)
<P>Here I lie in my hospital bed,
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again. Oh, and I don't think I can wait that long Oh, you see that my pain is so strong. </P><P>All the other patients say they've never seen a man with such pain, Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again ? Oh, I don't think I can wait that long, Oh, you see that I'm not that strong. </P><P>The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ear. Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here ? What am I doing in this place ? Why does the doctor have no face ? Oh, I can't crawl across the floor. Can't you see, Sister Morphine, just trying to score. </P><P>Well, it just goes to show things are not what they seem. Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmare into dreams. Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast And that this shot will be the last. </P><P>Please, Cousin Cocaine, lay your cool hands on my head. Hey, Sister Morphine, you'd better make up the lyin' bed 'Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead, And you can sit around and watch all the clean white sheets stain red. </P> |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Blazing Away (1990)
Will you take me across the channel,
London bridge is falling down. Strange a woman tries to save What a man will try to drown. And he's the rain that they predicted, It's the forecast every time. The rose has died because you picked it An' I believe that brandy's mine. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. The word is getting flatter, The sky is falling all around. And nothing is the matter For I never cry in town. And a love like ours, my dear, Is best measured when it's down. And I never buy umbrellas, For there's always one around. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. And you know that it's beginning, And you know that it's the end When once again we are strangers And the fog comes rolling in. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. Dr. john: You ready ? 2, 3, 4, 1. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Blazing Away (1990)
In a tired part of the city
Hiding from the fast talk Watch 'don't walk' to 'walk' Easy when you're dreaming Staring at the movies Standing in a circle, Laughing at the wrong time. If alcohol could take me there. I'd take a shot a minute And be there by the hour. Take a walk around times square With a pistol in my suitcase And my eyes on the tv. In a car taking a back seat Staring out the window Thinking about danger. Playing in a wrong world Fighting ??징??쨘 but I'm not free. Talking on the telephone Talking about you and me. If jesus christ could take me here I'd fall dawn on my knees, Have no questions to his answers. Take a walk around times square With a pistol in my suitcase And my eyes on the tv. Alcohol could take me there. I'd take a shot a minute And be there by the hour. Take a walk around times square With a pistol in my suitcase And my eyes on the tv. And if I die gaining my senses Wake up in a hotel Staring at the ceiling. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Blazing Away (1990)
Oh, I will free the bird in me
Oh, when I find my life. What I always knew could be Oh, when I find my life. I will see the truth in me Oh, when I find my life. Oh, when I find my life. I will let go the pain Oh, when I find my life. I will reach beyond the strain Oh, when I find my life. Fear of lost and fear of pain Oh, when I find my life. Oh, when I find my life. I remember all the games of shame And all the lies you told me. I have worked so hard to learn And flunked so far in my attempts to let it go by, dear. And it's so easy I just opened my eyes. And it's so hard To let go. Oh, I will free the bird in me Oh, when I find my life. I will we what I wanna be Oh, when I find my life. I am here and I am free. Oh, when I find my life. Oh, when I find my life. Oh, when I find my life. Oh, when I find my life. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Blazing Away (1990)
When I stole a twig from our little nest
And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak, I had my balls and my brains put into a vice And twisted around for a whole fucking week. Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you let that trash Get a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash ? Why'd ya do it she said, why'd you let her suck your cock ? Oh, do me a favour, don't put me in the dark. Why'd ya do it, she said, they're mine all your jewels, You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools. Why'd ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore, 'Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor. Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you spit on my snatch ? Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch ? Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ? You drove my ego to a really bad skid. Why'd you do it, she said, ain't nothing to laugh, You just tore all our kisses right in half! Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do what you did, Betray my little oyster for such a low bitch. Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ? You drove my ego to a really bad skid. Why'd ya do it, she screamed, after all we've said Every time I see your dick I see her cunt in my bed. The whole room was swirling, Her lips were still curling. Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do it, she said, Why'd you do what you did ? Oh, big grey mother, I love you forever With your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather. Why'd ya do it, she said, whyc1 |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Blazing Away (1990)
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. They hurt you at home and they hit you at school, They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career, But you really can't function you're so full of fear. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free, But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. There's room at the top they are telling us still, But first we must learn how to smile as we kill If we want to live like the folks on the hill. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. |
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from Thelma & Louise (델마와 루이스) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (1991)
<P>"The morning sun touched lightly on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town As she lay there ´neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she´d memorised in her daddy´s easy chair. </P><P>Her husband, he´s off to work and the kids are off to school And there are oh so many ways for her to spend the day. She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she´d memorised in her daddy´s easy chair. </P><P>The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud </P><P>And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she knew she´d found forever As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair..." </P> |
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from No Prima Donna : The Songs Of Van Morrison [tribute] (1994)
Down the Cyprus Avenue
With child-like visions leaping into view, A clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes, Ford and Fitzroy, Madame Joy, Marching with the soldier boy behind He's much older now with hat on, drinking wine And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through Early cool night air like Shalimar. Outside they're making all the stops Kids out in the street collecting bottle tops Going for cigarettes and matches in the shops, Happy thinking Madame Joy. Oh, that's when you fall, Oh, that's when you fall, Yeah, that's when you fall. When you fall into a trance Sitting on a sofa playing games of chance, With your folded arms in history books you glance Into the eyes of Madame Joy. And you think you found the bag, You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag. In the corner playing dominoes in drag The one and only Madame Joy. Outside the frosty window raps She jumps up and says, "Lord have mercy, I think that it's the cops." And immediately drops everything she gots Down into the street below. And you know you gotta go On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row Throwing pennies at the bridges down below In the rain, hail, sleet and snow. Say good-bye to Madame Joy, Dry your eye for Madame Joy, Wonder why for Madame Joy. As you leave the room it's filled with music, Laughing music, dancing music all around the room And all the little boys come around walking away from it all So cool. And you're about to leave she jumps and says, "Hey love, You forgot your glove." And the love to love she loves to love the love To love to love she loves to love the love to love Say good-bye to Madame Joy, Dry your eye for Madame Joy, Wonder why for Madame Joy, Dry your eye for Madame Joy. In the wind and the rain, in the back street, in the back street, In the back street, in the back street, in the back street, Say good-bye to Madame George. Down home in the back street, in the back street, Say good-bye, say good-bye to Madame Joy. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Secret Life (1995)
Things are never what they seem
Play a part most of the time. What is yours cannot be mine And I'm bored by dreams. Bored by dreams. I can't say the words I mean Make myself go through the line. Does the payment fit the crime If I'm bored by dreams ? Take me through the steps my love, Shall we dance again ? I was older then, Now we are the same. Lasse des raves. Rave qui brille dans le noir Brillera bien, tu peux le croire. Toujours dire la v |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Secret Life (1995)
Now we're coming back to you, in Louisiana Where the moon on the Mississippi is a-shining ever. Seven years we've been away in the big towns Where you go to make money; And now our fortune's made, And now you're there, Little house in old Louisiana. We're coming back to you, To our little house beside the Mississippi in Louisiana Right, Anna ? ANNA II Yes, Anna. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Secret Life (1995)
The Summer dying
September lives in flames. The sisters dancing No happy ending to the game. Don't bother to call me Think I'll stay here just the same. Flaming September What can you give me that is true ? Do you remember Do you remember Do you remember All the life I gave to you ? The Summer dying September lives in flames. My youth lies bruised and broken No happy ending to the game. Don't bother to tell me I'll live on here just the same. Flaming September What can you show me that is new ? My heart remembers Do you remember Do you remember All the life I gave to you ? Flaming September What can you show me that is true ? My heart remembers Do you remember Do you remember All the life I gave To you ? Flaming September. Flaming September. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Secret Life (1995)
You know I see you when you're sleeping
When you're all insane with dreaming. I can tell you that you been fighting, baby, But you been losing. You know there's clearer ways of thinking And there's quicker ways of dying But I'm a sucker for your drinking And now, I'm losing. I don't know who you think you're cheating Or with whom you have been sleeping, But all the shit that you've been eating Says you're losing. When I let my hate pervert me And there's no more tears for crying I'll just kill you if you hurt me, I'll kill you. You know I see you when you're sleeping, When you're all insane with dreaming. I can tell you that you been fighting, baby, Fighting hard and losing. Fighting hard ... and losing. Fighting hard ... fighting hard ... losing. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Secret Life (1995)
It's getting dark outside
Daytime is done. The lights along the river come up One by one. Let's make love again We got time. I am yours You are mine. It's getting dark outside I have to go. Don't want my husband Or my friends to know. Zip up my dress ... I can't find my shoes. Don't fall in love with me Too much to lose. The kids are home by now Have to think fast. I really think this afternoon Must be the last. Don't say anything, Don't turn on the light. Thanks for loving me, Call you tonight. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Secret Life (1995)
So my sister and I left Louisiana Where the moon on the Mississippi is a-shining ever, Like you always hear in the songs of Dixie. We look forward to our home-coming ???? And the sooner the better. ANNA II And the sooner the better! ANNA I It's a month already since we started For the great big cities where you go to make money. In seven years our fortune will be made And then we can go back. ANNA II In six years would be much nicer. ANNA I Our Mom and Dad and both our brothers wait in old Louisiana And we'll send them all our money as we make it, For all the money's got to go to build a little house Down by the Mississippi in Louisiana. Right, Anna ? ANNA II Yes, Anna. ANNA I She's the one with the looks, I'm realistic; She's just a little mad, my head is on straight. But we're really one divided being Even though you see two of us And both of us are Anna, Together we've but a single past, a single future, One heart and one savings account, And we only do what's best for one another. Right, Anna ? ANNA II Yes, Anna. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Secret Life (1995)
She lives alone with no one
Who can see she's unhappy. She knows what she lost, Still she is waiting for more. She could be living in hell And not know someone loves her. What can she do, What is she waiting for ? The day turns to night He just can't find the right words to tell her Twisting and turning and looking for Something to say. If you would let me hold you I wouldn't walk away That's what he wants, That's what he wants to say. What can she lose, What is she waiting for ? He knows when she cries And he saw through the lies that she told him. She's dreaming and planning Of how she could ask him to stay. If you would let me love you, I wouldn't be the same. Please can we try, Please can we try again ? |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Secret Life (1995)
It is safe to sleep alone
In a place no one knows And to seek life under stones In a place water flows. It is best to find in sleep The missing pieces that you lost Best that you refuse to weep Ash to ash, dust to dust. It is strange to sleep alone In a place no one knows Strange to shelter under stones In a place water flows. It is safe to walk with me Where you can read the sky and stars, Safe to walk upon the sea In my sleep we can go far. It is safe to sleep alone In a place no one knows And to shelter under stones In a place water flows. It is strange to sleep alone In a place no one goes, Strange to seek life under stones. In my sleep no one knows. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Secret Life (1995)
The stars line up
The stars line up for me tonight The stars line up The stars line up tonight to see To see who we are, baby, And write our names High up inside the sky. The stars line up The stars line up for me tonight The stars line up The stars line up tonight to see To see what we know, baby, And write our names High up inside the sky. I lined them up for you The time is clear What else is there to do ? The stars line up The stars line up for us tonight The stars line up The stars line up tonight to see To see who we are, baby. Let's write our names High up inside the sky. I hope you know I hope you know the way I feel I want you so. I hope you know the way I feel I feel about you, baby. Let's write our names High up inside the sky. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Secret Life (1995)
"When you marry you will change,"
Said the woman to the man. "When I marry I will change you," Said the woman to the man. So they married and were happy. They were happy for a time, Still they thought about each other All the time. "When I marry I will be you," Said the woman to the man. "When you marry you'll be someone," Said the woman to the man. So they married and were someone. They were someone for a time, Still they thought about each other All the time. "When you leave me you'll be sorry," Said the woman to the man. "When you leave me I will haunt you," Said the woman to the man. So he left her and was haunted. They were haunted for a time, Still they thought about each other All the time. "When I left him I was happy," Said the woman to the child. "When I left him I was happy," Said the woman to her child. So I left him and was happy, I was happy with his child. "You won't know him when you meet him," Said the woman to the child. "You won't know him if you meet him," Said the woman to the child. But he met him and said, "Father, You were father for a time, I just wondered who you were in my mind." "Well, I told you he's your father," Said the woman to the child. "Well, I knew it, you would love him," Said the woman to her child. And I loved him and I loved him And was happy with our child. What was it that made you Treat us so unkind ? "What's the problem, why 're you crying ?" Said the woman to the man. "He's your father, he's your father," Said the woman to her son. "He's the problem, he's my father, He was father for a time." "When I die I'll be with him," Said the woman to her son. "When I die you'll forgive me," Said the woman to the man. So she did and was buried, Buried with him for all time. "When I love you we will marry," Said the woman to the man, "And our children will have children," Said the woman to the man. So they married and had children, They had children for all time. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - 20th Century Blues (1997)
Why is it that civilized humanity
Can make the world so wrong ? In this hurly-burly of insanity Our dreams cannot last long. We've reached a deadline, A press headline, Every sorrow. Blues value Is news value Tomorrow. Blues Twentieth century blues Are getting me down. Blues Escape those weary Twentieth century blues. Why, If there's a God in the sky, Why shouldn't He grin High Above this dreary Twentieth century din ? In this strange illusion, Chaos and confusion, People seem to lose their way. What is there to strive for, Love or keep alive for, Say, 'Hey, hey!' Call it a day ? Blues Nothing to win or to lose, It's getting me down. Blues Escape those weary Twentieth century blues. We've reached a deadline, A press headline, Every sorrow. Blues value Is news value Tomorrow. Blues Nothing to win or to lose, It's getting me down. Blues Escape those dreary Twentieth century Blues. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - 20th Century Blues (1997)
Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why! For we must find the next whiskey bar For if we don't find the whiskey bar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you I tell you I tell you we must die! Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have whiskey, oh you know why! Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have whiskey, oh you know why! Oh, show me the way to the next pretty boy Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why! For we must find the next pretty boy For if we don't find the next pretty boy I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you I tell you I tell you we must die! Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have boys, oh you know why! Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have boys, oh you know why! Oh, show me the way to the next little dollar Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why! For we must find the next little dollar For if we don't find the next little dollar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you I tell you I tell you we must die! Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have dollars, oh you know why! Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have dollars, oh you know why! |
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from Marianne Faithfull - 20th Century Blues (1997)
I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams Where gigolo and gigolette Can take a kiss without regret So they forget their broken dreams. You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow When you behold your shattered schemes. And gigolo and gigolette Wake up to find their eyes are wet With tears that tell of broken dreams. Here is where you'll always find me, Always walking up and down, But I left my soul behind me In an old cathedral town. The joy that you find here, you borrow, You cannot keep it long it seems. But gigolo and gigolette Still sing a song and dance along The boulevard of broken dreams. Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, Da, da, da, da, da, da, da. Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, Da, da, da, da, da, da, da. The joy that you find here, you borrow, You cannot keep it long it seems. But gigolo and gigolette Still sing a song and dance along The boulevard of broken dreams. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - 20th Century Blues (1997)
Au fond de la seine
Il y a de l'or, Des bateaux rouillés, Des bijoux, des armes. Au fond de la seine Il y a des morts. Au fond de la seine Il y a des larmes. Au fond de la seine Il y a des fleurs, De vase et de boue Elles sont nourries. Au fond de la seine Il y a des cœurs Qui souffrirent trop Pour vivre la vie. Et puis des cailloux Et des bítes grises, L'âme des égouts Soufflant des poisons, Les anneaux jetés Par des incomprises, Des pieds qu'une hélice A coupés du tronc. Et les fruits maudits Des ventres stériles, Laits blancs avortés Que nul n'aima, Les vomissements De la grand' ville, Au fond de la seine Il y a cela. O seine clémente O¨' vont des cadavres, Au lit don't les draps Sont faits de limon. Fleuve des déchets Sans fanal ni havre, Chanteuse berçant La morgue, ils le font. Accueille le pauvre, Accueille la femme, Accueille l'ivrogne, Accueille le fou, Míle leurs sanglots Au bruit de tes larmes Et porte leur cœur Et porte leur cœur Et porte leur cœur Parmi les cailloux. Au fond de la seine Il y a de l'or, Des bateaux rouillés, Des bijoux, des armes. Au fond de la seine Il y a des morts. Au fond de la seine Il y a des larmes. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - 20th Century Blues (1997)
In the wintertime
Keep your feet warm, Keep your clothes on And don't forget me. Keep the memory, But keep your powder dry, too. In the summer By the pool side While the fireflies Are all around me, I'll miss you when I'm lonely, I'll miss the alimony, too. Don't forget me, please don't forget me, Make it easy on me just for a little while. You know I'll think about you, Let me know you think about me, too. When we're older And full of cancer It doesn't matter now, Come on, get happy, 'Cause nothing lasts forever, And I will always love you. Don't forget me, please don't forget me, Make it easy on me just for a little while. You know I'll think about you, Let me know you think about me, too. You know I'll think about you, Let me know you think about me, too. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - 20th Century Blues (1997)
I'm much too sentimental,
My heart is never free. Perhaps it's accidental That love should come to me. Some little thing within me Protects me for a while Till someone comes to win me With only a smile. Falling in love again, Never wanted to. What am I to do? Can't help it. Love's always been my game, Play it, how I may. I was made that way Can't help it. Men cluster to me like moths around a flame And if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame. Falling in love again, Never wanted to. What am I to do? Can't help it. Sonst gar nichts. Ha! |
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from Marianne Faithfull - 20th Century Blues (1997)
Now we move on, we move on a bit in time. Not much, but a little. We are now in Paris at the end of the Second World War, and the allies have come in and liberated Paris and everyone is having a wonderful time. It's full of Americans and English and Russians, and everybody. And there is a woman who during the war was a nurse, now she's a prostitute. I must admit I've always thought there is a connection between these two. They both take care of you really, don't they ? And she's plying her trade and cheering up all the soldiers in Paris. But there, there was a man she loved, really loved, who's now dead in a far away grave somewhere. And sometimes she can't help but think about him, and then she, she starts to suffer. And then she turns away and pulls herself together and gets on with it. Mon Ami, My Friend.
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from Marianne Faithfull - 20th Century Blues (1997)
Oh, the poor shark,
Yes, the sweet shark, It has big teeth Buried deep. Then there's Macheath With his big knife, But it's hidden In his slip. And this same shark, This poor sweet shark, It sheds red blood When it bleeds. Mackie Big Knife Wears a white glove, Pure in word and Pure in deed. Sunday morning Lovely blue sky, There's a corpse stretched On the Strand. Who's the man cruisin' The corner ? Well, it's Mackie, Knife in hand. Jenny Towler Poor wee Jenny, There they found her Knife in breast. Mackie's wandering On the West Pier Hoping only For the best. Mind, that fire burnt All through Soho. Seven kids dead One old flower. Hey there, Mackie, How is she cuttin' ? Have another, Hold your hour. And those sweet babes Under sixteen Story goes that Black and blue For the price of One good screwing Mackie, Mackie, How could you ? For the price of One good screwing Mackie, Mackie, How could you ? |
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from Marianne Faithfull - 20th Century Blues (1997)
You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors
And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking Maybe once you tip me and it makes you feel swell In this crummy southern town in this crummy old hotel But you'll never guess to who you're talkin'. No, you couldn't ever guess to who you're talkin' Then one night there's a scream in the night And you wonder who could that have been? And you see me kinda grinnin' while I'm scrubbin' And you say, "What's she got to grin?" I'll tell you There's a ship, The Black Freighter With a skull on its masthead will be coming in You gentlemen can say, "Hey gal, finish them floors! Get upstairs! What's wrong with you? Earn your keep here!" You toss me your tips and look out to the ships But I'm counting your heads as I'm making the beds 'Cuz there's nobody gonna sleep here, tonight Nobody is going to sleep here honey Nobody, nobody! Then one night there's a scream in the night And you say, "Who's that kicking up a row?" And you see me kinda starin' out the window And you say, "What's she got to stare at now?" I'll tell you There's a ship, The Black Freighter turns around in the harbor Shootin' guns from her bow Now, you gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face 'Cause every building in town is a flat one This whole frickin' place will be down to the ground Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound And you yell, "Why do they spare that one?" Yes, that's what you say, "Why do they spare that one?" All the night through, through the noise and to do You wonder who is that person that lives up there? And you see me stepping out in the morning Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair And the ship, The Black Freighter runs a flag up its masthead And a cheer rings the air By noontime the dock is a swarmin' with men Comin' out from the ghostly freighter They're movin' in the shadows where no one can see And they're chainin' up people and they're bringin' 'em to me Askin' me, "Kill them now, or later?" Askin' me, "Kill them now, or later?" Noon by the clock and so still by the dock You can hear a foghorn miles away And in that quiet of death, I'll say, "Right now, right now!" Then they'll pile up the bodies And I'll say, "That'll learn ya!" And the ship, The Black Freighter disappears out to sea And on it is me |
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from Marianne Faithfull - 20th Century Blues (1997)
You saw the wise man salomon,
You know what 'came of him. To him the world seemed clear as day, He cursed the sad hour that he saw the sign, He knew that everything was dust. How great and wise was salomon! Watch out the world is spinning fast The night will fall, the price we'll pay Such wisdom's not all it's cracked up to be, So let us praise such clarity. You saw divine cleopatra, You know what 'came of her. Two emperors died to serve her lust, She whored herself to death, yes she did, And withered into lovely dust. How beautiful great babylon. Watch out, the world is spinning fast The night will fall, the price we'll pay, Such beauty's not all it's cracked up to be, So let us praise such luxury. Behold the man, the bold macheath, The end's in sight, I fear. If he had kept his pretty head And just robbed the rich, but oh no, instead All's come to nought and turned to dust. How sad the heart when it has won. Watch out the world is spinning fast, The night will fall, the price we'll pay. Such whoring's not all it's cracked up to be, So let us praise sweet chastity. I'd like to introduce my friend, my musical director and accompanist, mr. paul trueblood. please, come on! |
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from Marianne Faithfull - 20th Century Blues (1997)
I had just turned sixteen that season
When you came up from Burma to stay. And you told me I ought to travel with you, You were sure it would be OK. When I asked how you earned your living, I can still hear what you said to me: You had some kind of job on the railway And had nothing to do with the sea. You said a lot, Johnny, All one big lie, Johnny. You cheated me blind, Johnny, From the minute we met. I hate you so, Johnny, When you stand there grinning, Johnny. Take that damn pipe out of your mouth, you rat. Surabaya Johnny, No one's meaner than you. Surabaya Johnny, My God and I still love you so. Surabaya Johnny, Why am I feeling so blue ? You have no heart, Johnny, And I still love you so. At the start, every day was Sunday, Till we went on our way one fine night. And before two more weeks were over, You thought nothing I did was right. So we trekked up and down through the Punjab, From the source of the river to the sea. When I look at my face in the mirror, There's an old woman staring back at me. You didn't want love, Johnny, You wanted cash, Johnny. But I sewed your lips, Johnny, And that was that. You wanted it all, Johnny, I gave you more, Johnny. Take that damn pipe out of your mouth, you rat. Surabaya Johnny. No one's meaner than you. Surabaya Johnny. My God and I still love you so. Surabaya Johnny, Why am I feeling so blue ? You have no heart, Johnny. And I still love you so. I would never have thought of asking How you'd got that peculiar name, But from one end of the coast to the other You were known everywhere we came. And one day I |
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from Marianne Faithfull - 20th Century Blues (1997)
Want to buy some illusions
Slightly used, second-hand ? They were lovely illusions, Reaching high, built on sand. They had a touch of paradise, A spell you can't explain, For in this crazy paradise You are in love with pain. Want to buy some illusions Slightly used, just like new ? Such romantic illusions, And they're all about you. Too bad they all fell apart Like dreams often do. They were lovely illusions, But they just wouldn't come true. Slightly used, just like new, Such romantic illusions And they're all about you. I'd sell them all for a penny, They make pretty souvenirs. Take my lovely illusions, Some for laughs, some for tears. On this next song, I'm using the translation, a new translation done by one of my best, best, best, best friends in ireland, the playwriter and poet, frank mcguinness, and he did a new translati The threepenny opera about four or five years ago, and I played pirate jenny in that production at the gate theatre in dublin. and I love this translation, I think it's so exceptional. in this Jenny who is a prostitute and a waitress in a, in a, in a shitty hotel, er, obviously on the docks, and, and macheath is her pimp, is imagining, is having a fantasy of what she would do to thos Oppress her if she could. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
Someone who isn't like you and to waste it all.
Someone to be around, Someone to have me hold when the deal goes down. Didn't I say it would happen this way in the end? Didn't I say it would happen this way in the end? A perfect stranger is what it seems, A perfect stranger, a crazy dream, A crazy dream. Find myself a perfect stranger to do for now, Someone who isn't like you but knows why and how. Someone to walk away, Someone who knows the time to leave or to stay. Isn't it sad, baby, we never have it that way? Isn't it sad, baby, we never have it that way? A perfect stranger is what he seems, A perfect stranger, a crazy dream, A crazy dream. Find myself a perfect stranger to take me there Someone who isn't like you but know why and where Soemone who's not afraid Someone who's blind to all the promises made. How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it... |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
Another waste of time
Another sort of step along the way A waste of time A waste but an interest in delay Was it all of a waste Or was it fun People fly far away A waste of time Almost not too clear a lesson not to play Exercice perhaps in sensual decay Hard to love and to see how the land lay How to love, what to say Gliding across thin ice With nothing left to say Gliding across thin ice With nothing left to say Gliding across thin ice With nothing, nothing left to say A waste of time At least some company along the way Great visions Perhaps too fast too bright but anyway And I'll be what you be You wanna say You think you wanna say Gliding across thin ice With nothing left to say Gliding across thin ice With nothing left to say Gliding across thin ice With nothing, nothing left to say How to love and to see how the land lay How to laugh, what to say Gliding across thin ice With nothing left to say Gliding across thin ice With nothing left to say Gliding across thin ice With nothing, nothing left to say |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play. Smiling faces I can see But not for me, I sit and watch as tears go by. My riches can't buy everything, I want to hear the children sing. All I hear is the sound Of rain falling on the ground, I sit and watch as tears go by. It is the evening of the day, I sit and watch the children play. Doing things I used to do They think are new, I sit and watch as tears go by. Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm ... |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
So searching down and out looking for a place to stay
A place of no commitment, a place with no involvement. I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel, One's turning, one's burning, blazing away. One's turning, one's burning, blazing away. Strange-looking exile with a passion for the dangerous, An eye for the wicked, a tongue for the nasty. I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel, One's turning, one's burning, blazing away. One's turning, one's burning, blazing away. What is the reason that things change? What is the reason they can never stay the same? What can I do, what can I do? Feel it, release it, things change. Feel it, release it, things change. Feel it, release it, things change. What is the reason that things change? What is the reason they can never stay the same? What can I do, what can I do? Feel it, release it, things change. Feel it, release it, things change. Feel it, release it, things change. So searching, down and out looking for a place to stay, A place of no commitment, a place with no involvement. I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel, One's turning, one's burning, blazing away. One's turning, one's burning, blazing away. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
Things are never what they seem
Play a part most of the time. What is yours cannot be mine And I'm bored by dreams. Bored by dreams. I can't say the words I mean Make myself go through the line. Does the payment fit the crime If I'm bored by dreams ? Take me through the steps my love, Shall we dance again ? I was older then, Now we are the same. Lasse des raves. Rave qui brille dans le noir Brillera bien, tu peux le croire. Toujours dire la v |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams Where gigolo and gigolette Can take a kiss without regret So they forget their broken dreams. You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow When you behold your shattered schemes. And gigolo and gigolette Wake up to find their eyes are wet With tears that tell of broken dreams. Here is where you'll always find me, Always walking up and down, But I left my soul behind me In an old cathedral town. The joy that you find here, you borrow, You cannot keep it long it seems. But gigolo and gigolette Still sing a song and dance along The boulevard of broken dreams. Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, Da, da, da, da, da, da, da. Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, Da, da, da, da, da, da, da. The joy that you find here, you borrow, You cannot keep it long it seems. But gigolo and gigolette Still sing a song and dance along The boulevard of broken dreams. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
Could have come through anytime, Cold lonely, puritan What are you fighting for ? It's not my security. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. Lose your father, your husband, Your mother, your children. What are you dying for ? It's not my reality. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. US CD MFSL Ultradisc UDCD 640 r. 08 08 1995 What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? Could have come through anytime, Cold lonely, puritan. What are you fighting for ? It's not my security. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting ... |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
I'm tired, so tired, I can hardly stand
I can't breathe in the air in this city tonight It's taken everything I had to give And now I just wanna get out of here But I won't be sorry if you won't be And I don't want your pity or your sympathy But for forty-five dollars I can make it You wait and see But I won't be sorry if you won't be And I don't want your pity or your sympathy But for forty-five dollars I can make it You wait and see It's not as if I was just anybody On Broadway I danced for that Senator They know me in London and they know me in Paris I'm only talkin' 'cause you looked like you needed a friend And I won't be sorry if you won't be And I don't want your pity or your sympathy But with forty-five dollars I'm half-way to Miami |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
[Chorus]
Falling from grace, falling from grace. Lord, you have a pretty face. Take it away and pack it in a suitcase. Then forget about falling from grace. Don't look at me like that, I never said a word. Don't ask me where I've been, I'll pretend I never heard. Don't put it in the paper, please, don't! I never said I will, I never said I won't. [Chorus] It's looking bad, I know, I'm an outlaw. Don't pity me, I never felt like this before. Please tell me you believe me, please say I'll get along without you, anyway. [Chorus] Feeling hunted, I'm lying low. Don't tell me who it is, I never said so. Put yourself in my place, please try. I never told the truth, I never told a lie. [Chorus x 2] [Repeats] Falling from grace. Falling from grace, falling from grace. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
What are you takin' for beautie's sake What are you takin' for beautie's sake What are you takin' What are you takin' for beautie's sake What are you takin' for beautie's sake What are you takin' for beautie's sake What are you takin' What are you takin' for beautie's sake ? My heart's achin' 'cause I can't ignore you, My heart's breakin' 'cause I can't reward you What can I do ? 'Cause you stepped inside my soul Feel like you're dyin' for beautie's sake Say that you're lyin' for beautie's sake Who cares what you're feeling ? You've lost and you're dealing for beautie's sake. In your circle you hold supreme sway, Can you imagine not getting your own way ? What can I do 'Cause you stepped inside my soul ? What are you takin' for beautie's sake What are you takin' for beautie's sake What are you takin' What are you takin' for beautie's sake ? My heart's achin' 'cause I can't ignore you My heart's breakin' 'cause I can't reward you. What can I do ? 'Cause you stepped inside my soul. You stand astride the city takin' it all in Lyin' before the fire admiring your own skin Beautiful and dumb ??旅? avarice and then some What can I do ? What can I do ? What can I do ? 'Cause you stepped inside my soul ? What are you takin' for beautie's sake What are you takin' for beautie's sake What are you takin' What are you takin' for beautie's sake ? What are you takin' for beautie's sake What are you takin' for beautie's sake What are you takin' What are you fakin' for beautie's sake ? What are you takin' for beautie's sake What are you takin' for beautie's sake What are you takin' What are you takin' for beautie's sake ? |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
What is it children that falls from the sky?
Tayi, taya, tayi, aye ya. Mannah from Heaven from most high, Food from the Father, tayi, taye ya. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again, shake out the grief. Peace to your brother, give and take heed, Tayi, taya, it left two feet. One foot extended, snake to the ground, Wave of the Earth, one turn around. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again,shake out the grief, babe. Stretch out your arms now dip and sway, Fruit of thy bird, tayi, taya. Threw off your shoe, haul off the sow, Dust off the words that shape from the tale. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance. Here we are, Father, here, Holy Ghost, Bread of your bread, host of your host. We are the tears that fall from your eyes, Word of your word, cry of your cry. We shall live again, we shall live again. We shall live again, we shall live. What is it, Father, in your eye, What is this grave sign, eyes to cry. Blood of my baby, well, just what I need. What is it, hide me, way off to speed. Who is it, Father, holy that night? What is it, Father, that moves to the right? What is it, Father, isn't it pain? What is it, Father, that shapes from your main? What is it, Father, supposed to be brave? A lot of questions, the right to live What is it, baby, I can't do. Your mama loves you, I'm dying, too. I won't forget you, never lie I'll always love you till I die... |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless, Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you Gloomy Sunday Gloomy Sunday With shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know, let them not weep, Let them know that I'm glad to go Death is no dream, For in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming I was only dreaming I wake and I find you Asleep in the deep of My heart Dear Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you how much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel bad, so bad, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad. I feel bad, so bad, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad. I never lied to my lover, But if I did I would admit it. If I could get away with murder I'd take my gun and I'd commit it. I never gave to the rich, I never stole from the poor, I'm like a curious child, give me more, More, more, more, more, more, more. I feel blood, I feel blood, Though I feel it in my veins, it's not enough. I feel blood, I feel blood, Though it's streaming through my veins it's not enough. I never stole a scarf from Harrods, But if I did you wouldn't miss it. I never stole a doll from Lovecraft, But if I did you know I'd kiss it. I never stole from the rich, I never gave to the poor, I'm like a curious child, just give me more, More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt. Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt ... |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
Hello stranger, hello stranger.
Who is that person in the mirror? it's not me. Whatever happened to the one that I used to be? Is she just another fading memory? Hello stranger, hello stranger. Hello stranger, hello stranger. Every night you're always in my bed. Every day you stay inside my head. Oh, how I wish that I was there instead Of some sad stranger, Some sad stranger, Hello stranger. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
Intrigue surrounding me
Intrigue surrounding you I was only looking for a bit of harmony and grace, I swear I only meant it in good faith. In league enfolding you Fatigue I feel it, too. I guess I never thought I had a thing or two to lose, I never thought I'd end up as good news. Believe in what you hear. Concede to what you fear. And if you think that I have so much love to go to waste, Cut out the running home, make the pace. Intrigue surrounding me you Intrigue surrounding you me I was only looking for a bit of harmony and grace, I swear I only meant it in good faith. And if you think that I have so much love to go to waste, Cut out the running home, make the pace. Intrigue Intrigue Intrigue Intrigue Intrigue Intrigue |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
Don't they know we're so afraid,
Isolation. We're afraid to be alone Everbody's got to have a home Isolation. Just a boy and a little girl Trying to change the whole wide world, Isolation. The world is just a little town Everybody trying to put us down, Isolation. I don't expect you to understand After you caused so much pain But then again you're not to blame You're just a human, a victim of the insane. We're afraid of everyone Afraid of the sun, Isolation. The sun will never disappear But the world may not have many years, Isolation |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
It's getting dark outside
Daytime is done. The lights along the river come up One by one. Let's make love again We got time. I am yours You are mine. It's getting dark outside I have to go. Don't want my husband Or my friends to know. Zip up my dress ... I can't find my shoes. Don't fall in love with me Too much to lose. The kids are home by now Have to think fast. I really think this afternoon Must be the last. Don't say anything, Don't turn on the light. Thanks for loving me, Call you tonight. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
Move along staying close to the wall
Looking over your shoulder just in time. Avoid the light, close your eyes And put your hand in mine. And put your hand in mine. Are we in danger, or is it that You think we might be ? But I think I'd like to get out of here, This place it frightens me, This place it frightens me. [Chorus] Running for our lives, At least we're pretending we are. Running for our lives, We never get very far. [Repeat: x3] Stop pretending This is a child's adventure, The only way I can take it Is playing the game. Be quiet, there's a gate ahead. Do you think we can make it ? Will it be different, or just the same ? How long can we keep escaping [Repeat: x3] Into another prison ? [Chorus] Move along staying close to the wall, Looking over your shoulder just in time. Avoid the light, close your eyes And put your hand in mine And put your hand in mine. [Chorus] We never get very far. [Repeat: x3] We never get |
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from Marianne Faithfull - A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology (1998)
She lives alone with no one
Who can see she's unhappy. She knows what she lost, Still she is waiting for more. She could be living in hell And not know someone loves her. What can she do, What is she waiting for ? The day turns to night He just can't find the right words to tell her Twisting and turning and looking for Something to say. If you would let me hold you I wouldn't walk away That's what he wants, That's what he wants to say. What can she lose, What is she waiting for ? He knows when she cries And he saw through the lies that she told him. She's dreaming and planning Of how she could ask him to stay. If you would let me love you, I wouldn't be the same. Please can we try, Please can we try again ? |