1.All The Things She Gave Me
All the things
All the things she gave me
All the things
All the things she gave me
I wrapped them up
In a big brown box
Tied it with ribbon
Drove to the docks
Checked my time
By the old town clock
All the things...
I saw the watchman
He was blowing into
Cupped hands
As he walked to the car
He said 'where do you think
You're drivin' to, son？
All good folks are in bed
And a day's work is done'
I said 'i'm just looking for
Someplace to burn
All the things
All the things that she gave me...
All the things that she gave me
Where do i put them？
Where can i hide them
Where i won't have to see them？'
It's dark as hell here
This city's grown cold
The devil's in drag
Playing poker with souls
The lots are all empty
The last man is out
The moon's made of cheese
And god is a boy scout
When i go to sleep
I'll be dreaming about
All the things...
Then i'll dream about churches
With great tall spires
Cathedrals and candles
Chimneys and choirs
I'll dream about
That place
Where i set fire
All the things
All the things that she...
2.Church Not Made With Hands
Bye-bye shadowlands
The term is over
And all the holidays have begun
Now she walks in fresh fields
Her tracks are on the land
She is everywhere and no place
When it's dark and evening falls
She moves among men
They would seek to have her as a prize
But she is in the shadows
The ocean and the sand
She is everywhere and no place
Her church not made with hands
Not contained by man
She is dancing high as clouds
Faster than the arrow
As straight as any crows that flies
Accross great seas she travels
Up through rising lands
She is everywhere and no place
Her church not made with hands
Not contained by man
Isn't that a pretty sun
Setting in a pretty sky？
Will we stay and watch it darken？
Will we stay and watch it darken？
The church not made by hands
Not contained by man
That precious place
Unmade by man
3.Rags(Second Amendment)
Everything is rags and there's nobody to blame but me
And it would be so easy if there was noone to hurt but me
But now everything that i do coming out of me
Will just tear through you
In and out of you
Up and down your life like a curse
(so that when the sun bursts,
When the rain falls, when the wind blows,
I rip through your heart. on a horse called nightmare,
Bucking and spitting, i ride to your house
In the home of bluebeard, blood flows as red as any flag
Death cries 'victory is mine!'
Laughter echoes,
And death just claps his hands
And then time stands still, castles fall,
Lightning strikes the tower, announcing chaos
Sunday's child scales the walls
Of a paradise then dives into darkness.
A fool playing god
With one foot in eden, one foot in hell
And blindness in his brain
And fever in his eyes
Lies on his tongue
Still saying 'this is just a dream'
Cast by the only son of rags
Who would wrap you up in all the finest tatters
But he wanted nothing more, my loved one,
Than to wrap you up in joy
But it never be with me -- you and i are like two worlds
Not meant to collide
Death to each other
In the unravelling of time
So how do you... how do you like it？
What kind of dream would you call it -
To have one foot in eden,
One foot in hell
To be always numb,
Plagued by demons
Summoned by angels at the same time,
Endlessly)
But i will burn me
Right out of this place.
I will lay you down to sleep
So when you wake
I'll be gone
And you
Will remember
Nothing
You
Will remember...
4.Red Army Blues
When i left my home and my family
My mother said to me
'son, it's not how many germans you kill that counts
It's how many people you set free'
So i packed my bags
Brushed my cap
Walked out into the world
Seventeen years old
Never kissed a girl
Took the train to voronezh
That was as far as it would go
Changed my sacks for a uniform
Bit my lip against the snow
I prayed for mother russia
In the summer of '43
And as we drove the germans back
I really believed
That god was listening to me
We howled into berlin
Tore the smoking buildings down
Raised the red flag high
Burnt the reichstag brown
I saw my first american
And he looked a lot like me
He had the same kinda farmer's face
Said he'd come from some place called hazzard, tennessee
Then the war was over
My discharge papers came
Me and twenty hundred others
Went to stettiner for the train
Kiev! said the commissar
From there your own way home
But i never got to kiev
We never came by home
Train went north to the taiga
We were stripped and marched in file
Up the great siberian road
For miles and miles and miles and miles
Dressed in stripes and tatters
In a gulag left to die
All because comrade stalin was scared that
We'd become too westernized!
Used to love my country
Used to be so young
Used to believe that life was
The best song ever sung
I would have died for my country
In 1945
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
The brute will to survive!
5.Somebody Might Wave Back
Seven o'clock in the morning and i'm riding the overnight train
I've got ten tonnes of luggage but i left it behind when i came
I look at my watch, says september seventeen
We're riding past some place where i've never been
And i'm waving through the window as we go
Somebody says 'well, hey, what are you waving at？'
Well what have i got to lose
Somebody might wave back
Seven o'clock in the morning and i'm carrying bags under my eyes
Been awake all night, counting the hours to sunrise
(drawing patterns／beating rhythms) on the tabletop
I lift my gaze and my mouth just dropped
Someone waving in the window at me
And i say 'hey there, what are you waving at？'
When he says 'what do i have to lose,
Somebody might wave back'
What do i have to lose,
Somebody might wave back
6.Song Of The Steppes
(see red army blues)
7.The Big Music
I have heard the big music
And i'll never be the same
Something so pure
Just called my name
I have drowned in the big sea
Now i find i'm still alive
And i'm coming up for ever
Shadows all behind me, ecstacy to come
I have
Climbed the big tree
Touched the big sky
I just stuck my hand up in the air
And everything came into colour
Like jazz mana from sweet, sweet chariots
I have seen the big mountain
And i swear i'm halfway there
(you'll never get there, you'll never get there, you'll never
get there)
But i will, i will always climb the mountain
Because...
I have heard the big music
And i'll never be the same
Something so pure
Has called my name
8.The Thrill Is Gone
I'm too tired to deceive you
We can't pretend there's nothing wrong
Who'll be the first to say it？
That the thrill is gone
And we never get it back...
When we talk of old aquaintance and
Speak like two strangers all day long
The only four words that i hear
Are 'the thrill is gone'
And we never get it back...
When evening falls magenta
And goodnight hangs on and on
I won't need to go to sleep and dream to tell me
That the thrill is gone
And we never get it back...
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