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We skipped the light fandango
우리는 경쾌한 판당고춤을 추었죠 Turned cartwheels cross the floor 마루를 가로질러 옆으로 재주넘기를 하면서요 I was feeling kind of seasick 난 멀미가 날 것 같았지만 The crowd called out for more 사람들은 더 하라고 떠들어 댔어요 The room was humming harder as the ceiling flew away 방안은 마치 천장이 날아갈 듯 더욱 웅성거리고 있었어요 When we called out for another drink 우리가 술을 더 시키자 But the waiter brought a tray 웨이터가 쟁반에 술을 받쳐 왔지요 And so it was later 이미 너무 늦은 시간이었어요 As the miller told his tale 술집주인이 자기의 이야기를 하기 시작하자 That her face at first just ghostly 그저 파리했던 그녀의 얼굴에 turned a whiter shade of pale 더욱 창백한 그림자가 드리워졌지요 She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,’ 그녀는 말했죠 '난 휴가차 집에 와 있어요' though in truth we were at sea 그러나 사실 우리는 바다에 있었죠 so I took her by the looking glass 그래서 난 그녀를 거울앞으로 데려갔죠 and forced her to agree 그리고 동의할것을 강요했어요 saying, ‘You must be the mermaid 이렇게 말하면서요 '넌 분명히 인어야 who took Neptune for a ride.’ 해신을 타고 온...' But she smiled at me so sadly 그러나 그녀는 너무나도 서글픈 미소를 지었어요 that my anger straight way died 그래서 내 분노는 곧 사그러들었죠 And so it was later 이미 너무 늦은 시간이었어요 As the miller told his tale 술집주인이 자기의 이야기를 하기 시작하자 That her face at first just ghostly 그저 파리했던 그녀의 얼굴에 turned a whiter shade of pale 더욱 창백한 그림자가 드리워졌지요 She said there is no reason 그녀는 아무 일도 아니라고 말했지만 And the truth is plain to see 진실은 뻔히 보일정도로 명백했죠 But I wander through my playing cards 그러나 나는 카드게임에만 빠져있었어요 And would not let it be 나는 그녀를 one of the sixteen vestal virgins who are leaving for the coast 해안을 향해 떠나는 열 여섯명의 성녀 중 한 사람이 되도록 둘 수는 없어요 And although my eyes were open 난 눈을 뜨고 있었지만 They might just as well been closed 차라리 감겨져 있었다고 해야겠네요 And so it was later 이미 너무 늦은 시간이었어요 As the miller told his tale 술집주인이 자기의 이야기를 하기 시작하자 That her face at first just ghostly 그저 파리했던 그녀의 얼굴에 turned a whiter shade of pale 더욱 창백한 그림자가 드리워졌지요 And so it was later 이미 너무 늦은 시간이었어요 As the miller told his tale 술집주인이 자기의 이야기를 하기 시작하자 That her face at first just ghostly 그저 파리했던 그녀의 얼굴에 turned a whiter shade of pale 더욱 창백한 그림자가 드리워졌지요 |
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She wandered through the garden fence
and said, 'I've brought at great expense a potion guaranteed to bring relief from all your suffering.' And though I said, 'You don't exist,' she grasped me firmly by the wrist and threw me down upon my back and strapped me to her torture rack And, without further argument I found my mind was also bent upon a course so devious it only made my torment worse She said, 'I see you cannot speak is it your voice that is too weak? Is it your tongue that is to blame? Maybe you cannot speak for shame. Or has your brain been idle too, and now it will not think for you?' I hastened to make my reply but found that I could only lie And like a fool I believed myself and thought I was somebody else But she could see what I was then and left me on my own again |
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While standing at the junction on 42nd Street
I idly kick a pebble lying near my feet I hear a weird noise, take a look up and down The cause of the commotion is right there on the ground Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's no doubt about it, it's my own tombstone I went into a shop, and bought a loaf of bread I sank my teeth into it, thought I'd bust my head I dashed to the dentist, said, 'I've got an awful pain!' The man looks in my mouth and screams, 'This boy is insane!' Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's a lump in my mouth of my own tombstone I went to see a movie, got the only empty seat I tried to stretch out in it, something blocking my feet Finally the lights came up, and I could clearly see a slab of engraved marble, just staring up at me Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's no doubt I'm sitting on my own tombstone |
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Don't eat green meat it ain't good for you
you know it killed your brother, killed your sister too even fresh fried chicken on new-mown sand can't beat red beans eaten outa your hand Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table Don't slice no onions, don't peel no grape dream about banana slice nor sniff around short cake and if on a winter's day you find your sundial's wrong you'll know the weather is what's brought it on Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table Put the peas in the pot, put the pot on the hot In the cellar lies my wife, in my wife there's a knife so tote that hammer, lift that pick and banish inhibition with a pogo stick Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table |
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Outside the gates of Cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn
who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone flugelhorn whilst mermaids lace carnations into wreaths for ailing whales and Neptune dances hornpipes while Salome sheds her veils Phallus Phil tries peddling his pewter painted pot but Sousa Sam can only hear the screams of Peep the sot who only sips his creme de menthe from terra cotta cups and exhales menthol scented breath whilst spewing verbiage up Down technical blind alleys live the wraiths of former dreams And Greeps who often crossed them are no longer what they seem And even Christian Scientists can but display marble plaques Which only retell legends whilst my eyes reach out for facts Yeah, my eyes reach out for facts |
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Conquistador your stallion stands
in need of company and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity I see your armour-plated breast has long since lost its sheen and in your death mask face there are no signs which can be seen And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador a vulture sits upon your silver shield and in your rusty scabbard now the sand has taken seed and though your jewel-encrusted blade has not been plundered still the sea has washed across your face and taken of its fill And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador there is no time I must pay my respect and though I came to jeer at you I leave now with regret and as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all and though you came with sword held high you did not conquer, only die And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind |
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Jostle, hassle, elbow bustle
in a swirling rainbow tussle Caught and frozen, broken sheen now unites for one brief scene Lonely in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope Confused faces change their places take up stances, exchange glances Lost in multicoloured hues there is no whole which I can choose Lonely in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope In one face, one moment's fusion realize the new illusion Clutching fingers break the puzzle jostle, hassle, elbow bustle Still out in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope |
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You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.'
You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that I can not see but you persist in showing me those bangles that I paid for long ago And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so Your skin crawls up an octave, your teeth have lost their gleam The peaches snuggle closer down into the clotted cream and for some unknown reason my watch begins to chime and though I beg and plead with you, you tell me it's not time And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so The sun seeps through the window to see if we're still dead to try to throw some light upon the gloom around our bed At quarter past the doorbell rings, the water faucet drips and sings and still my reason will not rhyme, and still you tell me it's not time And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so You really know that it's not so |
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Your multilingual business friend
has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays and the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror on reflection has climbed back upon the wall for the floor she found descended and the ceiling was too tall Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you'd better take off your homburg 'cos your overcoat is too long The town clock in the market square stands waiting for the hour when its hands they both turn backwards and on meeting will devour both themselves and also any fool who dares to tell the time And the sun and moon will shatter and the signposts cease to sign Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you’d better take off your homburg ‘cos your overcoat is too long ... Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you’d better take off your homburg ‘cos your overcoat is too long ...반복 Your trouser cuffs are dirty... |
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For you (whose eyes were opened wide whilst mine refused to see)
I'm sore in need of saving grace. Be kind and humour me I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat where people speak but seldom meet And grief and laughter, strange but true Although they die, they seldom cry An ode by any other name I know might read more sweet Perhaps the sun will never shine upon my field of wheat But still in closing, let me say for those too sick, too sick to see though nothing shows, yes, someone knows I wish that one was me |
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My Prussian-blue electric clock's
alarm bell rings, it will not stop and I can see no end in sight and search in vain by candlelight for some long road that goes nowhere for some signpost that is not there And even my befuddled brain is shining brightly, quite insane The chandelier is in full swing as gifts for me the three kings bring of myrrh and frankincense, I'm told, and fat old Buddhas carved in gold And though it seems they smile with glee I know in truth they envy me and watch as my befuddled brain shines on brightly quite insane Above all else confusion reigns And though I ask no-one explains My eunuch friend has been and gone He said that I must soldier on And though the Ferris wheel spins round my tongue it seems has run aground and croaks as my befuddled brain shines on brightly, quite insane |
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Though I know the night has fallen and the suns sailed out to sea
I will wait here for the band to play the trumpet voluntary And with one foot on the seashore and the other in the sand I will stand here plaiting daisies whilst you play the piano-grand Caprice, your bugle blew away the cobwebs from my ears And for once I stood quite naked. unashamed, I wept the tears Which I tried to hide inside myself from me, I mean from you But the shame I found too painful and the pain it only grew (Magdalene, my regal zonophone) |
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In the wee small hours of sixpence
And the lighted chandelier Stands a rusty old retainer Whose old eyes are filled with tears For his master, Good Sir Galant, Who is now off to the wars And although his eyes are crying We know grief is not the cause And if grief is not the reason He must be of sterner stuff And his sword though old and rusty Must be blunt as sharp enough In the wee small hours of sixpence And the broken window pane Stand the remnants of the evening Who are waiting all in vain For the crowing of the cockerel Showing morning is not night But the air is filled with silence And the daylight is not bright But still darkness is no reason We are men of sterner stuff And our swords though old and rusty Still are blunt as sharp enough. In the wee small hours of sixpence And the hat-stand in the hall Waiting only for the morning Shadows flitting 'cross the wall And perhaps that old retainer Whom now giving of his all May have once been just as we are And now has no face at all. But still grief was not the reason He was made of sterner stuff And his sword though old and rusty Still was blunt as sharp enough. |
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The Devil came from Kansas.
Where he went to I can't say Though I teach I'm not a preacher, And I aim to stay that way There's a monkey riding on my back, Been there for some time He says he knows me very well But he's no friend of mine I am not a humble pilgrim There's no need to scrape and squeeze And don't beg for silver paper When I'm trying to sell you cheese The Devil came from Kansas. Where he went to I can't say If you really are my brother Then you'd better start to pray For the sins of those departed And the ones about to go There's a dark cloud just above us, Don't tell me 'cos I know I am not a humble pilgrim There's no need to scrape and squeeze And don't beg for silver paper When I'm trying to sell you cheese No I never came from Kansas, Don't forget to thank the cook Which reminds me of my duty: I was lost and now I look For the turning and the signpost And the road which takes you down To that pool inside the forest In whose waters I shall drown I am not a humble pilgrim There's no need to scrape and squeeze And don't beg for silver paper When I'm trying to sell you cheese |
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Some say they will and some say they won't
Some say they do and some say they don't Some say they shall and some say they shan't Some say they can and some say they can't (All right!) All in all it's all the same, But call me if there's any change Some say there's nothing and some say there's lots Some say they've started while some say they've stopped Some say they're going and some say they've been Yes, some say they're looking and some say they've seen (Oh, yes!) All in all it's all the same, But call me if there's any change |
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Ain't gonna ride that whisky train
Ain't gonna burn up no more flame Throw away my bottle down the drain Ain't gonna ride that whisky train To think that I could be so wrong To be so sick and still go on The way I drink it's been too long Don't see much point in carrying on I'm gonna lose these drinking blues I'm gonna find a girl to make me choose Between lovin' her and drinking booze I'm gonna lose these drinking blues Ain't gonna ride that whisky train I'm tired of burning in the flame Throw away my bottle down the drain Ain't gonna ride that whisky train |
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Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean God's alive inside a movie! Watch the silver screen! Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept Six bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on passers-by Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! Boiling oil and shrieking steam! Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen Nothing called (not name nor number) - Echo stormed its final scream Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam SHALIMAR, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake |
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