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Song from the water
02:37
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Oh, hither am I with the glitter of lunar light, the acolyte,
And whether am I fooled or fooler,
We'll have to see.
But foolish I might,
Coming looking for him tonight, this starry night,
I'll swim in the brim, shimmering,
Glib in the blue sea.
Rue why you choose him?
Ears, eyes, and heartstrings,
Cold water pools in.
Here are my callings,
Darkest of awnings,
Heartsong for lovers ill-at-ease.
How the water rose,
And I was opened in its throes,
Maybe you saw me, as your superstition goes!
Water, water wode,
Crossing your heart and oh! You'll blow
Kisses, and I'm the only one who'll ever know.
Oh, please go softly,
I'll be a loved one,
From the jetty into the ocean,
Though I might be dreaming, I have won,
By the time you love me, I'll be gone,
By the time you love me, I'll be gone.
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2. |
Lovely fools
03:02
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Georgie, I'm sad,
Say you won't be mad,
I've been locked inside a lad's daydream,
With liquor my comrade.
Georgie, it's bad,
Disillusioned and had
In the flowers, as if beautified
By lilypads.
Though I water me well,
My head never blooms,
And the sometimes-water-sometimes-wine
Is strange, it overrules me.
May I foretell?
- my eye rarely fools me,
But the rêvasseur does puppet me
My every move.
Oh poeteers, hackney my blues!
And cavaliers, won't be your muse!
Oh pioneers, hand me me blues!
Cover your ears, lovely fools,
Lovely fools,
Lovely fools,
Lovely fools,
Lovely fools,
Lovely fools.
Here I'm released,
At the ending of the feast,
But I'm sluggish as his dream decides
The wedding bells have ceased.
Georgie, he speaks
With these bullets in his cheeks,
And so any time he chooses,
He can spit me back to meekness.
Georgie, I am writing on the walls inside your head,
'Cos I remember when you were a sweet thing,
I tell you of the man you will become when you've been led,
I beg you will let me out of your daydream.
Oh poeteers, hackney my blues!
And cavaliers, won't be your muse!
Oh pioneers, hand me my blues!
Cover your ears, lovely fools,
Lovely fools,
Lovely fools,
Lovely fools,
Lovely fools,
Lovely fools.
Let us out our dreams of one another,
I won't bear the burden of a lover,
If he lives to put me under suffering.
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So you don't sink ships anymore,
You sink hearts,
What's become of sirens?
They play their games in Manhattan rooms.
You look around,
I look away,
Juniper, satin and salt spray,
Stumbling right into the traps you lay,
Cutting in the crush, it didn't even make you blush to say,
While we're still strangers,
Follow me into the sunroom,
We'll put on a show for the blood moon,
While we're still strangers,
We are libertines, liars and losers,
And we know this don't disabuse us of -
So how long is us left of this strangeness?
Tell me will a thousand kisses do?
And how long are we still blameless?
Is it til I know the name of you?
Mais pourquoi tant de questions,
Dont les réponses tu connaisses?
Nous sommes toutes les deux pétrifiées
Par la moindre des tendresses.
You say, questions, why so many,
That you know the answers of,
We are both petrified of any little love.
While we're still strangers,
Follow me into the sunroom,
We'll put on a show for the blood moon,
While we're still strangers,
We are libertines, liars and losers,
And we know this don't disabuse us of love, of love, of love
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4. |
The Quietude
03:10
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I'm done with the party,
I'm done with it all,
So done with the invitees, the guests,
And their talk so small.
Everybody bores me,
Talks me to the wall,
It's just my job to please
And ply with alcohol.
I want to be gone, I want to be free,
Give his face a farewell kiss and quit the city,
I want to be alone, I want to be lonely,
Burn my lace and burn my bodice in the armory,
'Cos there ain't nobody gonna find me in the quietude,
Ectasy, it blinds me, in the quietude,
Won't count the hours, why do we care?
This happiness, this happiness,
It follows me everywhere.
In the quietude, in the quietude.
I get a little romance up wherever I can,
I find it high up in the trees, the sea,
Where it all began.
But seclusion wants me more than any man,
Under my skirt goes the breeze until
I can no longer stand.
I want to feel love, I want to speak easy,
I want to feel phantom arms around my waist,
And a phantom lover kiss me.
I bloom in the shadows, in obscurity,
So I'll tear off all of my petticoats because damn femininity!
Sorry I'm not a Lady in the quietude,
Ectasy is blinding me in the quietude,
Won't count the hours, why do we care?
This happiness, this happiness,
It follows me everywhere.
In the quietude, in the quietude.
Apple blossom and gorse
Will grow up high to cover me.
No more foolishness at Hampton Court,
What a shame, what a shame,
What a pity!
'Cos there ain't nobody gonna find me in the quietude,
Ectasy, it blinds me in the quietude,
Won't count the hours, why do we care?
This happiness, this happiness,
It follows me everywhere.
In the quietude, in the quietude, in the quietude, in the quietude.
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5. |
Cheer up, boy!
02:40
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Elegance in person turns to me,
Thinks nothing of a smile,
And gathering light, leaves.
Featuring tonight in all your dreams,
The emptiness is vile,
And open at the seams.
Cheer up boy, does her beauty make you sad?
I see your tears, don't dash away like that.
What's the point, she drives everybody mad!
Up past her knees is where the answer's at,
That's where the fun is had.
But she said that she loves me,
Says she read me wrong,
And she said she forgives me
For this filthy song.
And she's telling the truth, yeah?
You must be long gone,
Cos she says I love you to everyone!
Cheer up, boy, cos there's music to be had,
What is a girl but tears on the fire, at that,
There's a point where the sad are never sad,
Oh, past her knees, nuestra debilidad,
It's gonna drive you mad,
It's gonna drive you mad,
It's gonna drive you mad,
It's gonna drive you mad,
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Some maidens in white dresses,
Go down into the valley,
Go deep under the tresses of the trees,
And if you tally there are five.
Some maidens in white dresses,
Spread blankets in the clearing,
They've all a basket to 'em,
Save for one, and she is sitting in the middle.
Some maidens in white dresses,
Sit circley and bring out the cutlery.
With knives and forks they fall upon,
Appetite's never been so strong,
They eat their filling.
Some maidens in red dresses,
Come home out from the valley,
All've eaten to excesses,
And if you were to tally there are four.
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7. |
Ishling wives
03:19
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Brides of the sea, brides of the sand,
Coming by highway hand-in-hand,
Putting back their wedding bands,
For their fishermen are sailing from the mainland,
Why, for a farewell it is fine,
Calico keening in the sunshine,
Not a tear in any eye,
Please take summertime til next we see your flags fly,
Funny kind of woe,
A lifting-veils-and-a-kissing sorrow,
Little is it known,
While they're gone, every bride is swallowed whole.
Ishling wives, Ishling wives,
Left to their own devices,
A skirt's as good s'as her tongue ties,
And pulls tight with her eyes,
Sweetest plight, Ishling wives.
And over the ocean they will go,
If I didn't know, I'd suppose
They had lovers on other coasts,
The kisses of whom they long for most.
But you'll find, land left behind,
They're not for maids desirous,
Love of the sea, you don't fool me,
Men they may be but they're just like us.
Ishling wives, Ishling wives,
Both the wives and their husbands
Connive to be distant all the time,
All the while with a smile,
One another's guise, Ishling wives.
While the tides will keep changing,
The world spins on,
And the ships keep on sailing,
The harbour from,
Where waving and mourning with glee,
They do seem so happy,
Ishling wives, Ishling wives,
All round the sea, it is sweetened,
With tendance venetian,
On both sides.
And the moonlight will be bright,
When they love tonight, Ishling wives.
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