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| 2. |
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Love is the only thing that matters
Love is the only thing that's real I know we hear this every day It's still the hardest thing to feel This time When I go back to Ludlow Street I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete Without you there Another generation's parties And it is still the same old scene I can recall each morning after Painted in nicotine This time When I go back to Ludlow Street I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete Without you there All of the people I once knew... All of the ones I was close to... Love is the only thing that matters Love the only thing that's real And when I think about you now Love is the only thing I feel This time When I go back to Ludlow Street I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete Without you there Tim, this time When I go back to Ludlow Street I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete Without you there |
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| 2:55 |
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New York City spread herself before you
With her bangles and her spangles and her stars You were impressed with a city so undressed You had to go out cruising all the bars Your business trip extended through the weekend Suburban boy here for your first time From the twenty-seventh floor above the midtown roar You were dazzled by her beauty and her crime And she's every girl you've seen in every movie Every dame you've ever known on late night TV In her steam and steel is the passion you feel Endlessly New York is a woman, she'll make you cry And to her you're just another guy Look down and see her ruined places Smoke and ash still rising to the sky She's happy that you're here, but when you disappear She won't know that you're gone to say goodbye New York is a woman, she'll make you cry And to her you're just another guy And she's every girl you've seen in every movie Every dame you've ever known on late night TV In her steam and steel is the passion you feel Desperately New York is a woman, she'll make you cry And to her you're just another guy |
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| 4. |
| 3:25 |
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she's a pornographer's dream: he said
I knew what he meant but it made me imagine: what kind of a dream he would have, that hadn't been spent? would he still dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high? what he saw so much of? wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never could quite get the touch of? it's out of his hands, over his head out of his reach, under this real life hidden in veils, covered in silk he's dreaming of what might be (dreaming of mystery) Bettie Page is still the rage with her legs and leather she turns to tease the camera, and please us at home and we let her who's to know what she'll show of herself in what measure? if what she reveals, or what she conceals is the key to our pleasure? it's out of our hands, over our heads out of our reach, under this real life hidden in veils, covered in silk we're dreaming of what might be (dreaming of mystery) it's out of our hands, over our heads out of our reach, under this real life hidden in veils we're dreaming of mystery she's a pornographer's dream, he said I knew what he meant but it made me imagine: what kind of a dream he would have? |
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| 2:37 |
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| 6. |
| 2:23 |
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Edith wharton's lovely figurines
Still speak to me today From their mantlepiece in time Where they wrestle and they play With passions and with prudences Finances and fears Her face and what its worth to her In the passing of the years See the portrait come to life See the vanity behind Cause in the struggle for survival Love is never blind Now, olivia lies under anasthesia Her wit and wonder snuffed In a routine operation Her own beauty not enough, Her passions and her prudences Finances and fears Her face, what it was worth to her In the passing of the years See the portrait come to life See the vanity behind Cause in the struggle for survival Love is never blind Edith whartons lovely figurines Still speak to me today From their mantlepiece in time Where they wrestle and they play We lie under anesthesia Our wit and wonder snuffed In our routine operations Our own beauty not enough |
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| 4:44 |
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The way of the world
Has taken its toll Ravaged my body And bitten my soul I am ruined by rain Weathered by wind I've been invaded Without and within And I ask I am asking you Asking you if you Might still want me. Once you said I'm made of fine stuff. But I've been corrupted. And taken enough. Now you appear. Making your claim. Inside my heart Is the sign of your name. And I ask I am asking you Asking you if you Might still want me? All these words Like darling and angel and dear Crowd my mouth In a path to your ear. The way of the world Has taken it's toll Ravaged my body Bitten my soul And I ask I am asking you Asking you if you Might still want me? When I said: I am bound to you forever Here's what I meant: I am bound to you forever. |
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| 8. |
| 3:36 |
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I knew a plant
Whose roots were bound And then returned Into the ground Every day I watched it grow Every day It struggled so Roots were bound, the roots were bound The roots were bound into the ground Watched it grow, watched it grow Watched it as it struggled so I dug it up I cut the twine And so like this I made it mine I watched it drink And watched it feed And grow beyond Its simple need Cut the twine, I've cut the twine Cut the twine and made it mine Watched it feed, watched it feed Watched it feed the simple need Unbound, roots unbound Unbound into the ground Unbound, roots unbound Unbound into the ground I was once Tied at the root Confined with twine Both mind and foot I cut it loose And now am free As anything Alive can be At the root, bound at the root At the root both mind and foot Am free, now am free As anything alive can be Unbound, roots unbound Unbound into the ground Unbound, roots unbound Unbound into the ground Unbound, roots unbound Unbound into the ground Unbound, roots unbound Unbound into the ground |
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| 9. |
| 2:21 |
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I will take up all your tears
Salty tissues through the years Spread them in the sun to dry Diamonds from each time you cry I will treasure all your teeth Your laughter and the pearls beneath Keep them in a cardboard box Through the tickings and the tocks I will gather all your hair Floating in the sultry air We will make a braid of gold For you to keep when you are old Now I kiss your milky skin Sheet of silk and soul within Put this kiss upon your brow Treasure you as you are now |
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| 10. |
| 2:55 |
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Angel comes home
His clothes in a cloud Of the dust and the dirt and destruction She waits inside She knows he's arrived She feels this with no introduction At Angel's door You have to leave it on the floor Don't bring it in He can't show What she doesn't want to know Those things he's seen She knows the smell Of that life he can't tell Of the fires and the flesh and confusion Inside his brain It's never the same Though he tries to maintain the illusion At Angel's door You have to leave it on the floor Don't bring it in He can't show What she doesn't want to know Those things he's seen Angel comes home His clothes in a cloud Of the dust and the dirt and destruction |
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| 11. |
| 2:59 |
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Fall and all attendant memories
Crowd the day with unrelated histories Each year leaves its unresolving fantasies To hang around each corner Hang around each street Thick with ghosts, the wind whips round in circuitries Carrying words as strangers exchange pleasantries Do they intrude upon your private reveries? As they meet you on each corner Meet you on each street Watch for daily braveries Notice newfound courtesies Finger sudden legacies As they clean up every corner Wash down every street Mark the month and all its anniversaries Put away the draft of all your eulogies Clear the way for all your private memories As they meet you on each corner Meet you on each street Make the time for all your possibilities They live on every street |
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