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| 6:08 | 
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When the cock crows
And the wind blows And the primrose of dawn Is at your windows Moving through the deep You chase dreams across your sleep Scarecrows, waiting at your door In the last days of the century Leaning from your balcony You said this is how it's meant to be Can't you feel it in the air See that light come shining down All the way to chinatown See it come from miles around Reflecting everywhere You wore black clothes You quoted shakespeare You still make me shake When you get this near You look like a still from Cecil B. DeMille When I saw you waiting at my door In the last days of the century Leaning from your balcony You say changes come so rapidly You can feel them in the air Whoever you pretend to be You must face yourself eventually In the last days of the century Who knows who we were In the last days of the century Leaning from your balcony You said this is how it's meant to be Can't you feel it in the air See that light come shining down All the way to chinatown See it shine from miles around Reflecting everywhere |
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| 3. |
| 3:35 |
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Did you ever have the feeling
You're the only person living in the world And people that you see Are one-dimensional and never there at all Even just the commonplace Warm familiar greetings are a lie Their voices and their faces are as empty As the space beyond the sky Marilyn is walking with her scarf Around her head against the rain The doorways and the shops fill up with people And it's pouring down again A man with an umbrella seems to see her But he turns and looks away And nothing really matters 'cause there's Nothing that she wants to do or say In the real and unreal In the real and unreal As she puts the key inside the door She's just an ordinary girl Did you ever have the feeling You're the only person living in the world In the real and unreal In the real and unreal Tomorrow comes around And yet she doesn't feel a part of it all Did you ever have the feeling You're the only person living in the world Only person living in the world Only person living in the world |
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| 4. |
| 4:25 |
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Dreamed I was the King of Portugal
In a big four poster bed Noble tapestries from wall to wall And a crown upon my head Bells ring and servants bring The jewels and the robes For the night to begin Would you love me forever If I had everything Would you love me forever If I were a king Then it seemed that I was travelling Through the granite hills of Dao With a vineyard spread in front of me In a carriage headed south Night came with the skies aflame And all that I saw Was all mine to claim There are those that can tell you What your fantasies mean But I don't feel the need to Understand everything |
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| 5. |
| 3:39 |
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To catalina on a fishing boat
We call it henry cisneros We got no money but we stay afloat The jellyfishes don't scare us You're telling everybody life's a ball Too many pleasures to mention You do a cartwheel in the shopping mall You seem to get their attention In your red toupee In your red toupee You take your number to a broadway play It keeps her well out of danger You're blowing bubbles in the matinee You never looked any stranger In your red toupee In your red toupee People say that you're unusual You just tell them they're confused If only they were more like you They'd brighten up their day In your red toupee In your red toupee Promenades in furs and laces People put on airs and graces Bedroom eyes in boardroom faces Oh where will it lead To catalina on a fishing boat We call it henry cisneros We got no money but we stay afloat Those jellyfishes don't scare us In our red toupees Oh we got our red toupees In your mauve toupee Turquoise toupee In your green toupee Cerise toupee Why are you wearing that strange toupee |
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| 6. |
| 5:57 |
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I sent my crack divisions through the early morning mist
When they fell on your positions you were powerless to resist Encircling and probing for the weakness in your line By night you were surrounded; your territory mine I called for your surrender; this you swore you would not do So I stormed the very fortress, you thought could shelter you I held you then upon your knees and turned to give my thanks To the regiments assembled in their ranks Chorus: Where are they now? Where are they now? I raised you to your feet, with your hand inside my own We set off upon a journey, each together, each alone In the days that followed oh our lives did overlap I learned the contours of your body like the roads upon a map You sweetened every evening, I savoured every day Just when I was certain it would always be this way You slipped beyond the reach of my outstretched fingertips With all the kisses we'd placed upon your lips Chorus Oh close. You're close Someone, come shine a light Oh near. So near But just out of sight I went in search of alchemy to resurrect the dead Sent my spies to fathom out the secrets in your head They said they heard your laughter Spinning through the summer night In the company of strangers And your eyes were wild and bright Though I grew reclusive and my days became withdrawn I held the banner of our love, now tattered and forlorn And swore that it would one day fly above us once again To do this, I had my reasons then Chorus Close. You're close Once again, come shine a light Oh near. So near But just out of sight Perhaps there are some passions that are tempered by the years You reach accommodation, the intensity recedes Some of this occurred to me the time I saw you last Your face familiar in a way. Your voice out of the past Every gamut of emotion shared from tenderness to rage Fell away between us in the turning of that page It seemed like only yesterday we swore that we'd be true Two innocents believing that they knew CHORUS |
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| 4:58 |
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You've got a bad reputation
All over the street There's some indication You've been indiscreet Oh I know you can turn on the charm When you feel so inclined Whatever I do I can't get you out of my mind It's a sad situation I'm coming apart A clear invitation For trouble to start If I knew what it was that you did It's so hard to define But whatever it is I can't get you out of my mind Maybe I'm seeing What I want to see Trying to make you What you'll never be Perhaps it's just the simple fact You only want the things that you can't have Well I suppose somebody broke your trust Now I see you kicking up the dust I wouldn't be at all surprised If some of it got in my eyes You've got a bad reputation They're telling me so I've got a strong motivation To get up and go If I knew what it was that you did I'd just leave you behind But whatever it is I can't get you out of my mind I suppose this will come to a close It's just a matter of time But whatever I do, I can't get you out of my mind Can't get you out of my mind Oh no, whatever I do, I can't get you out of my mind |
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| 4:13 |
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I was watching TV late last night
And a scene transported me Long gone figures came back to life In a documentary Though I saw them dance for joy I was sad I missed that show If I had a time machine I know just where I'd go I was born too late to see Josephine Baker Dancing in a Paris cabaret Born too late to see Josephine Baker She must have been great in her heyday Now some they stand out from a crowd Even at an early age I suppose that her call was loud 'Cause she just lit up the stage You can put on all that gloss And still not have to feel What's inside will come across And only real is real I was born too late to see Josephine Baker Dancing in a Paris cabaret Born too late to see Josephine Baker She must have been great in her heyday I'm sometimes trapped by the close confines Of the age I'm born into Though there were others worse than mine Well, I miss what I can't do Join the feast of Ancient Greece See Alexander's Library Maybe clink a champagne toast With a jazz age dancing queen I was born too late to see Josephine Baker Dancing in a Paris cabaret Born too late to see Josephine Baker She must have been great in her heyday In black and white film you can't mistake her She must have been great in her heyday |
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| 9. |
| 3:55 |
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He walks into the room
He's got a briefcase like a bomb A smile on both faces And he calls it aplomb He wants a bite of your apple Hands you back the peel He's fresh out of law school He's got a license to steal When he offers his advice You can guarantee For several hundred dollars an hour He will see just how many complications Your life will reveal He's fresh out of law school He's got a license to steal He's an ambulance chaser A waver of papers He loves to mix with the movers and shakers He's taking from them He's taking from you Lawyers love money Anybody's will do Just take it He's poking his nose into people's despair When tragedy strikes he will always be there Looking so cool His greed is hard to conceal He's fresh out of law school You gave him a license to steal We've got seven hundred thousand attorneys at law Nobody can tell me what we need them all for We should throw them in chains Chastise them and rebuke them If it doesn't work We ought to take 'em out and nuke 'em Blow a lawyer to pieces It's the obvious way Don't wait for a thesis Do it today Take him to the court of no final appeal When you're fresh out of lawyers You don't know how good it's gonna feel |
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| 2:54 |
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His flying jacket still has her perfume
Memories of the night Play across his mind High above the fields of France A single biplane in a clear blue sky 1917, no enemy was seen High above the fields of France Oh she looks But there's nothing to see Still she looks Saying come back to me He tells her just remember me this way Fore here am I more true Than anything I do High above the fields of France Oh she looks Though he'll never come back And the letter that came Was bordered in black She'll find somebody else But not forget Leaving her regrets Like vapour trails of jets High above the fields of France |
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| 4:08 |
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Long before I ever saw
The frost upon your face I was haunted by your beauty And it drew me to this place I felt the chill of mystery With one foot on your shore And then and there resolved to go Where no man had before Chorus: Maybe I was snowblind But it seemed the wind spoke true And I believed its stories then As dreamers sometimes do In Antarctica In Antarctica Who knows what the powers may be That cause a man to go Mindless of the dangers Out across the virgin snow Seduced by this ambition I easily forget The hopeless quest of Shackleton The dreamlike death of Scott Chorus Maybe I was snowblind Perhaps it sapped my will But something of my innocence Is wandering there still In Antarctica In Antarctica In Antarctica In Antarctica |
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| 2:31 |
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We opened the door
To see the coming of the trains Across this land of plenty We suddenly saw The ghostly horses of the plains Their saddles empty Struck to stone beneath the moon These figures still remain Steal your chances someday soon You may not pass this way Again |
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| 4:44 |
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> According to the myths and legends
At the fringes of our memory Paris stole the queen of Sparta And carried her across the sea As they fled, he never dreamt That he held the world in his grip Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships From Mycenae comes Agamemnon And the Greeks of the city-states Laden with their bronzen weapons They're waiting at the Trojan Gates As the arrow flies and Achilles falls Does she raise the wind to her lips? Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships It's funny how the story lingers It's probably a myth of course A whisper in the ear of Homer Perhaps there never was a horse She could have turned the head of Paris With the gentle sway of her hips Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships Oh Cassandra, what did you know You who bring bad news wherever you go You had the gift to see the future From Apollo so it's said And he made no one believe you When you would not share his bed Oh Cassandra, what did you see As you walked the lonely road of your certainty Gazing at the ruined city That your warnings could not save Oh Cassandra, so still and so graveCassandra The Bronze Age kingdoms tumble The cities fade one by one The walls of Mycenae crumble The Dark Age has begun And the truth is lost in the ancient dust Yet the memory forever persists Of Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships |
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