In the white room with black curtains near the station. Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes. Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment. Ill wait in this place where the sun never shines; Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. I walked into such a sad time at the station. As i walked out, felt my own need just beginning. Ill wait in the queue when the trains come back; Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. Consolation for the old wound now forgotten. Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. Shes just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. Ill sleep in this place with the lonely crowd; Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves
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It is a cold winter, Away is the songbird. And gone is her traveller, She waits at home. The sun is on holiday, No leaves on the trees. The animals sleep Passing the time. While cold North wind blows. Everything fine. The snowflakes are falling, Passing the time, drinking red wine. The roof a white blanket. There‘s ice on the window pane, Passing the time, drinking red wine. Passing the time, drinking red wine. She waits alone. Passing the time, everything fine. She sits by the fireside, Passing the time, drinking red wine. The room is so warm. Passing the time, everything fine. Her children are sleeping, Passing the time, wine and time rhyme. She waits in their home. Passing the time. Passing the time.
Passing the time. It is a long winter, Away is the summer. She waits for her traveller So far from home. She sits by the fireside, The room is so warm. There‘s ice on the window, She‘s lonely alone.
Let‘s go down to where it‘s clean To see the time that might have been The tides have carried off the beach As you said The sun is out of reach Let‘s go back to where it‘s clean To see what year it might have been The roads have caried off the smiles As you said To judge them at the trials Let‘s go back to now that‘s bad To see the time we might have had The rails have carried off the trains As you said I‘ll never come again again again again
Pressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop. They didn‘t want to, it was all they had got. Selling atonal apples, amplified heat. And pressed rat‘s collection of dog legs and feet. Sadly they left telling no one goodbye. Pressed rat wore red jodhpurs warthog a striped tie. Between them they carried a three-legged sack. Went straight round the corner and never came back. Pressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop. The bad captain madman had told them to stop. Selling atonal apples, amplified heat. And pressed rat‘s collection of dog legs and feet. The bad captain madman had ordered their fate. He laughed and stomped off with a nautical gate. The gate turned into a deroga tree. And his pegleg got woodworm and broke into three. Pressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop. They didn‘t want to, it was all they had got. Selling atonal apples, amplified heat. And pressed rat‘s collection of dog legs and feet.
When the city of Atlantis stood serene above the sea, Long time before our time when the world was free, Those were the days. Golden cymbals flying on ocarina sounds, Before wild Medusa‘s serpents gave birth to hell Disguised as heaven. Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days. Those were their ways, miracles everywhere are they now? They‘re gone. Those were their ways, yes they were, those were their ways. Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days. Tie your painted shoes and dance, blue daylight in your hair, Overhead a noiseless eagle fans a flame. Wonder everywhere.
Born under a bad sign / I‘ve been down since I began to crawl / If it wasn‘t for bad luck, I wouldn‘t have no luck at all / Bad luck and trouble‘s my only friend, I‘ve been down ever since I was ten/ You know, wine and women is all I crave. A big bad woman‘s gonna carry me to my grave / Born under a bad sign I‘ve been down since I began to crawl. If it wasn‘t for bad luck, I wouldn‘t have no luck. If it wasn‘t for real bad luck, I wouldn‘t have no luck at all. Born under a bad sign. Born under a bad sign.
Upon this street where time has died The golden treat you never tried In times of old, in days gone by If I could catch your dancing eye It was on the way On the road to dreams
Now my heart‘s drowned in no love streams The street is cold, its trees are gone The story‘s told the dark has won Once we set sail to catch a star We had to fail, it was too far I felt the wind shout like a drum You said, My friend, love‘s end has come It couldn‘t last, had to stop You drained it all to the last drop Now my heart‘s drowned in no love streams On this dark street the sun is black The winter life is coming back On this dark street it‘s cold inside There‘s no retreat from time that‘s died It was on the way On the road to dreams Now my heart‘s drowned in no love streams Now my heart‘s drowned in no love
Could fill spoons full of diamonds, Could fill spoons full of gold. Just a little spoon of your precious love Will satisfy my soul. Men lies about it. Some of them cries about it. Some of them dies about it. Everything‘s a-fightin‘ about the spoonful. That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful. Could fill spoons full of coffee, Could fill spoons full of tea. Just a little spoon of your precious love; Is that enough for me? Could fill spoons full of water, Save them from the desert sands. But a little spoon of your forty-five Saved you from another man.
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees. Asked the Lord above for mercy, Save me if you please. I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride. Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by. I‘m going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side. You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside. You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown. And I‘m standing at the crossroads, believe I‘m sinking down.