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From
The Bridge, a Neil Young tribute album
There is a town
in north Ontario
And I take comfort from memories there
And in my mind I still need a place to go
All my best changes were there
Blue, blue windows
behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the sky
Throwing shadows on our eyes
Leave us helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby, heal me now
The chains are
locked and tied across the door
They seem to help me somehow
Tower Of Song (Leonard Cohen)
From
I'm Your Fan, a Leonard Cohen tribute album
Well my friends
are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm paying my rent everyday in the Tower of Song
I said to Leonard
Cohen: How lonely does it get?
Leonard Cohen hasn't answered me yet
But I can hear him coughing all night long,
A million floors above me in the Tower of Song
I was born like
this, I had no choice
I was born like this, with a golden voice
Twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond,
Well they tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song
You can stick
your needles in a voodoo doll
I'm sorry baby, but it don't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
They don't let a woman kill you in the Tower of Song
I've grown bitter,
bitter, of this you may be sure:
The rich, the rich have got channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgement but it won't be long, but I may be
wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song - oh yeah
-
The guitar, the bass, the drums, so nice every hour in the Tower of
Song
I see you standing
on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
But I loved you, baby, way back when
All the bridges are burning that we might have crossed,
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
But I'll never have to lose you again, Tower of Song
I bid you farewell,
I don't know when I'm back
They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me, baby, long after I'm gone
I'm speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song
Now you can say
that I've grown bitter, of this you can be sure:
The rich have got channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgement but it won't take long, I may be wrong
From
A Tribute To Polnareff
Quand l'écran
s'allume je tap' sur mon clavier
Tous les mots sans voix qu'on s'dit avec les doigts
Et j'envoie dans la nuit
Un message pour celle qui
Me répondra OK pour un rendez-vous
Message électrique
quand elle m'éléctronique
Je reçois sur mon écran tout son roman
On s'approch' en multi
Et je l'attire en duo
Après OK elle me code Marylou
Goodbye Marylou Goodbye
Marylou Goodbye
Marylou, Goodbye
Quand j'ai caressé son nom sur mon écran
Je me tape Marylou sur mon clavier
Quand elle se déshabille
Je lui mets avec les doigts
Message reçu OK code Marylou
Quand la nuit se lèv' et couch' avec le jour
La lumière vient du clavier de Marylou
Je m'envoie son pseudo
Mais c'est elle qui me reçoit
Jusqu'au petit jour on se dit tout de nous
Goodbye Marylou, Goodbye
Marylou Goodbye
Marylou, Goodbye
Marylou Goodbye
Marylou, Goodbye Goodbye
Marylou, Goodbye...
Quand l'écran s'allume je tap' sur mon clavier
Tous les mots sans voix qu'on s'dit avec les doigts
Et j'envoie dans la nuit
Un message pour celle qui
A répondu OK pour un rendez-vous
I Put A Spell On You (Screamin'
Jay Hawkins)
From
Department of Enjoyment, NME compilation cassette ; available on some
bootlegs.
I
put a spell on you, 'cause you're mine
You'd better stop those things that you're doin'
Oh, honey, I ain't lyin', no
Wow,
you better quit it, your messin' around
You better quit it, your foolin' around
I put a spell on you, wow, cause you're mine
It serves you right to
suffer
It serves you right to be alone
Oh, you forever live the day I done packed and gone (?)
Oh you better kick it before it kicks
you
Oh, you better quit it, it's true
I put a spell on you, wow, cause you're mine, mine, mine
You better quit it, your foolin'
around
You better quit it, kick it, .... , oh you're messin' around
I put a spell on you, you, cause you're mine
Liste
Rye Whiskey (traditionnel)
Available
on French promo CD, Good Songs
A
traditional version is also available.
Jack
of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, I know you most of all
You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold
And Whiskey, you villain, you've been my down-fall
You've cuffed and you've kicked me but I loved you of old
Oh Whiskey,
Rye Whiskey, Whiskey I cried
If I don't get rye Whiskey I surely will die
Well
I go yonder mountain and build me a still
And I send you a gallon for a five dollar bill
Well it's beefcake when I'm hungry, Whiskey when I'm dry
And it's greenbacks when I'm hard off and hell when I die
If
the sea were made of Whiskey and I was a duck
I'd swim to the bottom and never come up
Oh, but the sea ain't made of Whiskey and I ain't a duck
So I play Jack Of Diamonds and trust on my luck
Liste
Plain Gold Ring (Stone or Earl S.
Burroughs?)
From
Live Seeds
Plain gold ring
on her finger she wore
It was where everyone could see
It belonged to someone, but not me
On her hand she wore a plain gold ring
Plain gold ring's
got a story to tell
It was one that I knew very well
In my heart it will never be spring
Long as she wears that plain gold ring
When night time
comes calling on me
I know why I will never be free
I can't stop these teardrops of mine, oh no
I'm gonna love her till the end of time
Plain gold ring's
got but one thing to say
I'm gonna love her till my dying day
In my heart it will never be spring
Long as she wears that plain gold ring
Oh, Happy Day
(Edwin R. Hawkins)
Oh happy
day, oh happy day
When Jesus washed, oh when He washed
When my Jesus washed, He washed my sins away
Oh happy day
He taught me how to walk, fight and pray, fight and pray
And in rejoicing, in rejoicing every, every day, every day.
Oh happy day, oh happy day;
When my Jesus washed, oh when He washed
When my Jesus washed all the sins away
Oh happy day, yeah.
You see He taught me how to watch, fight and pray fight and pray
And in rejoicing, in rejoicing every day, every day
Oh happy, happy day, oh happy, happy day
Oh it felt so good when Jesus, when Jesus washed,
When my Jesus washed my sins away.
Liste
Viviane
(Cave)
These
lyrics were taken from an edition of The Witness, the Official
fan newsletter.
Viviane
I will love you till the last nail has been driven in
Viviane
Till we disappear hand in hand into oblivian (sic)
Oh Viviane
I will love you until the void delivers us from this world we're living
in
Oh oh Viviane
I love you until the ghost of your smile grows faint and withering
Viviane
You are my heroin, my aspirin, my insulin
Viviane
The winds of change are blowing and I am shivering....
(...the rest (if indeed there is any more) is obscured.)
Liste
The Sweetest Embrace (Cave/Adamson)
From
the album Oedipus Schmoedipus by Barry Adamson
Our time is done my love
We've laid it all to waste
One thousand moonlit kisses
can't sweeten this bitter taste
My desire for you is endless
and I'll love you 'till we fall
I just don't want you no more
and that's the sweetest embrace of all
To think we can find happiness
hidden in a kiss
Ah, to think we can find happiness
that's the greatest mistake there is
There is nothing left to cling to babe
There is nothing left to soil
I just don't want you no more
and that's the sweetest embrace of all
Ooohhh where did it begin
When all we did was lose
There's nothin' left to win
So lay your weapons down
they serve no purpose in your hands
And if you wanna hold me
then go ahead and hold me
I won't upset your plans
If it's revenge you want
then take it babe
Or you can walk right out the door
I just don't want you anymore
And that's the sweetest embrace of all
Ooohhh where did it begin
When all we did was lose
There's nothin' left to win
It's over babe
And it really is a shame
We are losers you and me babe
In a rigged and crooked game
My desire for you is endless
And I love you most of all
I just don't want you no more
and that's the sweetest embrace of all
From
the Current '93 album All The Pretty Little Horses
Hush-a-bye
Don't You cry
Go to sleepy little baby
Go to sleepy little baby
When You wake
You shall have
All the pretty little horses
All the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays
Dapples and greys
All the pretty little horses
Way down yonder
In the meadow
Lies a poor little lamby
Bees and butterflies
Flitting round his eyes
Poor little thing is crying
"Mammy"
Go to sleep
Don't you cry
Rest your head upon the clover
Rest your head upon the clover
In your dreams
You shall ride
While your Mammy's watching over
Blacks and bays
Dapples and greys
All the pretty little horses
All the pretty
little horses
All the pretty little horses
All the pretty little horses
From
the Current '93 album All The Pretty Little Horses
The rivers of
Babylon flow, and fall, and carry away...
Jesus is alone on earth, not merely with no one to feel and share
His agony, but with no one even to know of it.
Heaven and He are the only ones to know.
Jesus is in a
garden, not of delight, like the first Adam,
who fell and took with him all mankind, but of agony,
where He has saved Himself and all mankind
He suffers this
anguish and abandonment
in the horror of the night.
Jesus will be
in agony until the end of the world.
There must be no resting in the meantime...
Liste
Sunday morning,
praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out, the
world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning
and I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out, the
world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Watch out, the
world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Hear that lonesome
whippoorwill,
He sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is whining low,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
I've never seen
a night so long
When time goes crawling by.
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide its face and cry.
Did you ever
see a robin weep,
When leaves began to die?
That means he's lost the will to live,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
The silence of
a falling star
Lights up a purple sky.
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
Available
on the Rare On Air benefit CD.
Everybody got
a room
Everybody got a room
Everybody got a room
In God's Hotel.
Everybody got a room.
Well you'll never see a sign hanging on the door
Sayin 'No vacancies anymore'.
Everybody got
wings
Everybody got wings
Everybody got wings
In God's Hotel.
Everybody got wings.
You'll never see a sign hanging on the door
Sayin 'At no time may both feet leave the floor'
Everybody got
a harp
Everybody got a harp
Everybody got a harp
In God's Hotel.
Everybody got a harp.
You'll never see a sign hanging on the wall
Sayin 'No harps allowed in the hotel at all'.
Everybody got
a cloud
Everybody got a cloud
Everybody got a cloud
In God's Hotel.
Everybody got a cloud.
You'll never see a sign hanging on the wall
Sayin 'Smoking and drinking will be thy downfall'.
Everybody hold
a hand
Everybody hold a hand
Everybody hold a hand
In God's Hotel.
Everybody hold a hand.
You'll never see a sign hung up above your door
'No visitors allowed in rooms, By law!'
Everybody's halo
shines
Everybody's halo shines
Everybody's halo shines
In God's Hotel.
Everybody's halo lookin' fine.
You won't see a sign staring at you from the wall
Sayin 'Lights out! No burnin the midnight oil!'
Everybody got
credit
Everybody got credit
Everybody got credit
In God's Hotel.
Everybody got good credit.
You'll never see a sign stuck on the cash-box drawer
Sayin 'Credit tommorow!!' or 'Want credit?!? Haw, haw haw!!'
Everybody is
blind
Everybody is blind
Everybody is blind
In God's Hotel. Everybody is blind.
You'll never see a sign on the front door
'No red skins. No Blacks. And that means you, baw!'
Everybody is
deaf
Everybody is deaf
Everybody is deaf
In God's Hotel.
Everybody is deaf.
You'll never find a sign peeling off the bar-room wall
'Though shalt not blaspheme, cuss, holler or bawl'.
Everybody is
dumb
Everybody is dumb
Everybody is dumb
In God's Hotel.
Everybody is dumb.
So you'll never see on the visiting-room wall
'Though shalt not blaspheme, cuss, holler or bawl'.
Everybody got
Heaven
Everybody got Heaven
Everybody got Heaven
In God's Hotel.
Everybody got Heaven.
So you'll never see scribbled on the bathroom wall
'Let Rosy get ya Heaven, dial 686-844!'
Liste
From
a French promo CD given away with Henry's Dream.
All my life I
failed to see
One good thing standing in front of me
And the planets gravitate around you
And the stars, the stars surround you
And the angels in heaven adore you
And the saints, the saints all stand and applaud you
What can I give
you?
What can I give you in return?
The shadow came
creeping, a criminal
That you chased, babe, from my life
And sometimes when I'm sleeping I see him shuffle against the night
Oh, he's waiting, yeah he's waiting to return
And each step I take moves me one step below you
And you must do in order to console me
Help me, help me, help me, baby, reach down and collect me
What can I give
you?
What can I give you in return?
Galaxies collide;
they shower down around you
And I searched, I stumbled and then I found you
In your robe, in your crown, reaching low, babe
Reaching low down to the ground
What can I give
you?
What can I give you in return?
500
Miles (H. West
- Kicking Against The Pricks outtakes)
If you miss the
train I'm on
Then you know that I'll be gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Lord I'm one,
Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four
Lord I'm 500 miles away from home
500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles,
Lord I'm 500 miles away from home
Not a shirt on
my back, not a penny to my name
Lord I can't go-a-home this-a-way
This-a-way, this-a-way, this-a-way, this-a-way,
Lord I can't go-a-home this-a-way
Here comes the
sun, here comes the sun,
and I say, it's all right.
Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter.
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say, it's all right.
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces.
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say, it's all right.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting.
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear.
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say, it's all right.
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun.
It's all right.
It's all right.
Disco
2000 (Pulp/Senior/Webber)
Oh we were born
within one hour of each other.
Our mothers said we could be sister and brother.
Your name is Deborah. It never suited ya.
Oh they said that when we grew up, we'd get married and we'd never
split up.
We never did it, although often I thought of it.
Oh do you recall?
Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall.
When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all.
And I said "Let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road."
I never thought that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely
Thursday years ago.
You were the first girl at school to get breasts.
Martyn said that yours were the best.
The boys all loved you but I was a mess.
I had to watch them trying and get you undressed.
We were friends but that was as far as it went.
I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant
Nothing to you 'cos you were so popular.
Well do you recall?
Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall.
When you came around to call you didn't notice me at all.
And I said "Let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road."
I never thought that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely
Thursday years ago.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
Ah do you recall?
Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall.
When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all.
And I said "Let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road."
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely
Thursday years ago.
Oh what are you doing Sunday baby?
Would you like to come and meet me maybe you can even bring your baby.
Ohhh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
What are you doing Sunday baby?
Would you like to come and meet me baby you can even bring your baby.
Ooh ooh oh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Oh.
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