1.Envy
The dress she wore was the color of envy. When she smiled all
the men would lose their cool. She turned to me and said, You
are a fool, boy. I said, It's true but don't you know I am
your fool now.
The full moon was shining on the Cooper Union. It covered all
the temples in a blanket of gray. She said, Way over yonder is
my home. Way over yonder is my home. And the dress she wore was
the color of envy. When she smiled all the men would lose their
cool.
All this time to kill. I will write a letter to you. From my
hand to your hand. From my home to your home. From this room
here on Church Avenue. Because the dress you wore was the color
of envy. When you smiled all the men would lose their cool.
2.Many Moons Ago
It was many, many moons ago when the Queen of Soul was still
very young, when I made my name among the poets and the dreamers
with a song about the promised land. Well, my hands they were
tied, and my feet they were in chains, but my voice remained as
free as a bird. So I sang like there was no such thing as
tomorrow, and the Queen of Soul she hung on every word. But that
was many, many moons ago. So many, many moons ago. When I made
my name among the poets and the dreamers with a song about the
promised land.
It was many many moons ago, when the dream of love was still
very young. And she came to me among a sea of troubled souls
with a song about the promised land. Newlywed and contraband
with hands to overthrow, but where she learned to dance so slow,
heaven only knows. But it was many, many moons ago. So many,
many moons ago. When I made my name among the poets and the
dreamers with a song about the promised land.
3.Small Parade
I am a man and I am an animal, shadow boxing on a deadend
street. But when there's no one there to see, there's a rhythm
comes over me.
I am a man I am your helping hand. A well dug deep to reach the
understanding. But when there's no one there to see, there's a
rhythm comes over me.
I am a man I am a small parade, a quiet song in the close of a
golden age. But when there's no one there to see, there's a
rhythm comes over me.
When you're there, you know I feel. I feel, feel. You know I
feel like a different man. I feel, feel. My hands don't shake. I
don't lie all night awake when you're there.
4.Maria Says Berlin
Maria says, 'Berlin is nice this time of year. A clearer sky, a
darker wine, a mind that's free from fear.' Maria says, 'Come
visit me. Come visit me in the Spring. We'll laugh in every
alleyway, and we'll lie in every lawn.
Maria says, 'Come visit me. Come visit me in the Fall. We'll
salute each moon that rises, and we'll crawl to bed at dawn. And
we'll sing a song of a much simpler time. A clearer sky, a
darker wine, and a mind that's free from fear.'
Maria says, 'Come walk with me in the morning hills of India. In
fields where spider lilies bloom, where tigers walk in twos.'
Maria, laughing low and sweet. Maria, I will kiss your feet.
Maria, sweet and low she laughs. Maria says Berlin. Forgotten
for a little while, then a dream, or a letter. Maria, in my
mind, so beautiful and thin. Maria says Berlin.
And we'll sing a song of a much simpler time. A clearer sky, a
darker wine, and a mind that's free from fear. Yes, we'll sing a
song of a much simpler time. A clearer sky, a darker wine, and a
mind that's free from fear.
Maria, in my mind, so beautiful and thin. Maria says Berlin.
5.Mercy
Mercy walks into the room, boils a pot of tea and wraps her
hands around the cup. While she waits for it to cool, I try to
wrap my mind around her. Mercy leads me to her room. There is
dust upon a picture frame. People die and they are born. Who
could ever ask for more？ Mercy is calling me. And I strain to
hear the sound. Mercy's on the line. Mercy is on the line.
Mercy opens up a book. I open up my mouth but nothing good comes
out. So I lay my troubles down, and my blessings all pour out.
Mercy is calling me. And I strain to hear the sound. Mercy's on
the line. Mercy is on the line.
6.Our Troubles Again
The sun lights the backs of the buildings, and the girls change
to go out on the town. I dress the mirror to flatter my fears,
and I shoot myself with the first round. I take pills to pardon
my enemies. I take powders to be with my friends. And I tell my
heart to do everything
In its power to resist. To resist.
I was baptized in a bottle of chlorine. I was communed on a
white wonder bread. And I will marry on wines wet with cyanide.
I will be buried in a box wrought with lead. So lament to me the
family's ignominies. Tell me all about the lengths we are led.
We the most pious of living room innocents, we were just
silently nodding our heads. Nodding our heads.
God says the working man is saved from the fire. Says the pirate
has no place in heaven. But that doesn't end well for the
arsenal of which God is so beloved. And the sun sinks back
behind the buildings
as the medicines start to kick in. Don't tell the whores or the
spies that my countrymen have forgotten our troubles again. Our
troubles again
7.A Bruise to Match Your Dress
These hands, they are made of nervous chords, and they write all
the words that my heart cannot afford. They reach through the
dark to confess upon your skin, but the force of your
forgiveness is another sin for oh, what a beautiful mess. Now I
have a bruise to match your dress.
This heart keeps the time of a lover's drum, and the echo in my
ear from another's tongue. The night fills up with silence. It's
as heavy as any song. And my body is blue with the melodies that
you used to sing along. Oh, what a beautiful mess. For now I
have a bruise to match your dress.
These hands, they are made of nervous chords, and they write all
the words that my heart cannot afford. They reach through the
dark for the answer of your skin, but the force of your
forgiveness is hard to comprehend. Oh, what a beautiful mess.
Now I have a bruise to match your dress.
8.Late Autumn Moon
I was as restless as a thief on the night before his crime. In a
time of civil war, is our love worth fighting for. Would you
sing to me the whole night through. I could tell by the way you
leaned your body in the doorway that your memory would stick
with me for a long, long time. When you moved across the room
with your body painted blue by the late Autumn Moon that shone
through your window pane.
9.Waiting for the Morning
Let's burn the city down and find ourselves a place to sleep.
Not forever. Just til we no longer weep. Because I have had
enough of these wicked railroad dreams. They come to me without
a warning. I guess I'm still waiting for the morning to come my
way.
Turn your eyes away. It's easier for you to say. We are not
forever, but there's a river running underground. And you have
had enough of these starless city streets. You come to tears
without a warning. I guess you're still waiting for the morning
to come your way.
Will I ever get enough of these cool, dark city dreams？ The
siren's scream it sounds just like a warning. I guess I'm still
waiting for the morning to come my way.
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