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| 4:19 | 
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Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why! For we must find the next whiskey bar For if we don't find the whiskey bar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you I tell you I tell you we must die! Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have whiskey, oh you know why! Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have whiskey, oh you know why! Oh, show me the way to the next pretty boy Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why! For we must find the next pretty boy For if we don't find the next pretty boy I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you I tell you I tell you we must die! Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have boys, oh you know why! Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have boys, oh you know why! Oh, show me the way to the next little dollar Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why! For we must find the next little dollar For if we don't find the next little dollar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you I tell you I tell you we must die! Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have dollars, oh you know why! Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have dollars, oh you know why! |
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| 2. |
| 3:58 |
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Want to buy some illusions
Slightly used, second-hand ? They were lovely illusions, Reaching high, built on sand. They had a touch of paradise, A spell you can't explain, For in this crazy paradise You are in love with pain. Want to buy some illusions Slightly used, just like new ? Such romantic illusions, And they're all about you. Too bad they all fell apart Like dreams often do. They were lovely illusions, But they just wouldn't come true. Slightly used, just like new, Such romantic illusions And they're all about you. I'd sell them all for a penny, They make pretty souvenirs. Take my lovely illusions, Some for laughs, some for tears. On this next song, I'm using the translation, a new translation done by one of my best, best, best, best friends in ireland, the playwriter and poet, frank mcguinness, and he did a new translati The threepenny opera about four or five years ago, and I played pirate jenny in that production at the gate theatre in dublin. and I love this translation, I think it's so exceptional. in this Jenny who is a prostitute and a waitress in a, in a, in a shitty hotel, er, obviously on the docks, and, and macheath is her pimp, is imagining, is having a fantasy of what she would do to thos Oppress her if she could. |
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| 3. |
| 4:59 |
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You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors
And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking Maybe once you tip me and it makes you feel swell In this crummy southern town in this crummy old hotel But you'll never guess to who you're talkin'. No, you couldn't ever guess to who you're talkin' Then one night there's a scream in the night And you wonder who could that have been? And you see me kinda grinnin' while I'm scrubbin' And you say, "What's she got to grin?" I'll tell you There's a ship, The Black Freighter With a skull on its masthead will be coming in You gentlemen can say, "Hey gal, finish them floors! Get upstairs! What's wrong with you? Earn your keep here!" You toss me your tips and look out to the ships But I'm counting your heads as I'm making the beds 'Cuz there's nobody gonna sleep here, tonight Nobody is going to sleep here honey Nobody, nobody! Then one night there's a scream in the night And you say, "Who's that kicking up a row?" And you see me kinda starin' out the window And you say, "What's she got to stare at now?" I'll tell you There's a ship, The Black Freighter turns around in the harbor Shootin' guns from her bow Now, you gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face 'Cause every building in town is a flat one This whole frickin' place will be down to the ground Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound And you yell, "Why do they spare that one?" Yes, that's what you say, "Why do they spare that one?" All the night through, through the noise and to do You wonder who is that person that lives up there? And you see me stepping out in the morning Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair And the ship, The Black Freighter runs a flag up its masthead And a cheer rings the air By noontime the dock is a swarmin' with men Comin' out from the ghostly freighter They're movin' in the shadows where no one can see And they're chainin' up people and they're bringin' 'em to me Askin' me, "Kill them now, or later?" Askin' me, "Kill them now, or later?" Noon by the clock and so still by the dock You can hear a foghorn miles away And in that quiet of death, I'll say, "Right now, right now!" Then they'll pile up the bodies And I'll say, "That'll learn ya!" And the ship, The Black Freighter disappears out to sea And on it is me |
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| 4. |
| 3:43 |
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You saw the wise man salomon,
You know what 'came of him. To him the world seemed clear as day, He cursed the sad hour that he saw the sign, He knew that everything was dust. How great and wise was salomon! Watch out the world is spinning fast The night will fall, the price we'll pay Such wisdom's not all it's cracked up to be, So let us praise such clarity. You saw divine cleopatra, You know what 'came of her. Two emperors died to serve her lust, She whored herself to death, yes she did, And withered into lovely dust. How beautiful great babylon. Watch out, the world is spinning fast The night will fall, the price we'll pay, Such beauty's not all it's cracked up to be, So let us praise such luxury. Behold the man, the bold macheath, The end's in sight, I fear. If he had kept his pretty head And just robbed the rich, but oh no, instead All's come to nought and turned to dust. How sad the heart when it has won. Watch out the world is spinning fast, The night will fall, the price we'll pay. Such whoring's not all it's cracked up to be, So let us praise sweet chastity. I'd like to introduce my friend, my musical director and accompanist, mr. paul trueblood. please, come on! |
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| 5. |
| 3:35 |
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I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams Where gigolo and gigolette Can take a kiss without regret So they forget their broken dreams. You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow When you behold your shattered schemes. And gigolo and gigolette Wake up to find their eyes are wet With tears that tell of broken dreams. Here is where you'll always find me, Always walking up and down, But I left my soul behind me In an old cathedral town. The joy that you find here, you borrow, You cannot keep it long it seems. But gigolo and gigolette Still sing a song and dance along The boulevard of broken dreams. Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, Da, da, da, da, da, da, da. Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, Da, da, da, da, da, da, da. The joy that you find here, you borrow, You cannot keep it long it seems. But gigolo and gigolette Still sing a song and dance along The boulevard of broken dreams. |
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| 6. |
| 4:09 |
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Au fond de la seine
Il y a de l'or, Des bateaux rouillés, Des bijoux, des armes. Au fond de la seine Il y a des morts. Au fond de la seine Il y a des larmes. Au fond de la seine Il y a des fleurs, De vase et de boue Elles sont nourries. Au fond de la seine Il y a des cœurs Qui souffrirent trop Pour vivre la vie. Et puis des cailloux Et des bítes grises, L'âme des égouts Soufflant des poisons, Les anneaux jetés Par des incomprises, Des pieds qu'une hélice A coupés du tronc. Et les fruits maudits Des ventres stériles, Laits blancs avortés Que nul n'aima, Les vomissements De la grand' ville, Au fond de la seine Il y a cela. O seine clémente O¨' vont des cadavres, Au lit don't les draps Sont faits de limon. Fleuve des déchets Sans fanal ni havre, Chanteuse berçant La morgue, ils le font. Accueille le pauvre, Accueille la femme, Accueille l'ivrogne, Accueille le fou, Míle leurs sanglots Au bruit de tes larmes Et porte leur cœur Et porte leur cœur Et porte leur cœur Parmi les cailloux. Au fond de la seine Il y a de l'or, Des bateaux rouillés, Des bijoux, des armes. Au fond de la seine Il y a des morts. Au fond de la seine Il y a des larmes. |
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| 4:09 | 
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| 1:13 |
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Now we move on, we move on a bit in time. Not much, but a little. We are now in Paris at the end of the Second World War, and the allies have come in and liberated Paris and everyone is having a wonderful time. It's full of Americans and English and Russians, and everybody. And there is a woman who during the war was a nurse, now she's a prostitute. I must admit I've always thought there is a connection between these two. They both take care of you really, don't they ? And she's plying her trade and cheering up all the soldiers in Paris. But there, there was a man she loved, really loved, who's now dead in a far away grave somewhere. And sometimes she can't help but think about him, and then she, she starts to suffer. And then she turns away and pulls herself together and gets on with it. Mon Ami, My Friend.
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| 9. |
| 2:26 |
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| 10. |
| 2:22 |
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I'm much too sentimental,
My heart is never free. Perhaps it's accidental That love should come to me. Some little thing within me Protects me for a while Till someone comes to win me With only a smile. Falling in love again, Never wanted to. What am I to do? Can't help it. Love's always been my game, Play it, how I may. I was made that way Can't help it. Men cluster to me like moths around a flame And if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame. Falling in love again, Never wanted to. What am I to do? Can't help it. Sonst gar nichts. Ha! |
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| 11. |
| 3:32 |
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Oh, the poor shark,
Yes, the sweet shark, It has big teeth Buried deep. Then there's Macheath With his big knife, But it's hidden In his slip. And this same shark, This poor sweet shark, It sheds red blood When it bleeds. Mackie Big Knife Wears a white glove, Pure in word and Pure in deed. Sunday morning Lovely blue sky, There's a corpse stretched On the Strand. Who's the man cruisin' The corner ? Well, it's Mackie, Knife in hand. Jenny Towler Poor wee Jenny, There they found her Knife in breast. Mackie's wandering On the West Pier Hoping only For the best. Mind, that fire burnt All through Soho. Seven kids dead One old flower. Hey there, Mackie, How is she cuttin' ? Have another, Hold your hour. And those sweet babes Under sixteen Story goes that Black and blue For the price of One good screwing Mackie, Mackie, How could you ? For the price of One good screwing Mackie, Mackie, How could you ? |
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| 3:20 |
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Why is it that civilized humanity
Can make the world so wrong ? In this hurly-burly of insanity Our dreams cannot last long. We've reached a deadline, A press headline, Every sorrow. Blues value Is news value Tomorrow. Blues Twentieth century blues Are getting me down. Blues Escape those weary Twentieth century blues. Why, If there's a God in the sky, Why shouldn't He grin High Above this dreary Twentieth century din ? In this strange illusion, Chaos and confusion, People seem to lose their way. What is there to strive for, Love or keep alive for, Say, 'Hey, hey!' Call it a day ? Blues Nothing to win or to lose, It's getting me down. Blues Escape those weary Twentieth century blues. We've reached a deadline, A press headline, Every sorrow. Blues value Is news value Tomorrow. Blues Nothing to win or to lose, It's getting me down. Blues Escape those dreary Twentieth century Blues. |
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| 3:41 |
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In the wintertime
Keep your feet warm, Keep your clothes on And don't forget me. Keep the memory, But keep your powder dry, too. In the summer By the pool side While the fireflies Are all around me, I'll miss you when I'm lonely, I'll miss the alimony, too. Don't forget me, please don't forget me, Make it easy on me just for a little while. You know I'll think about you, Let me know you think about me, too. When we're older And full of cancer It doesn't matter now, Come on, get happy, 'Cause nothing lasts forever, And I will always love you. Don't forget me, please don't forget me, Make it easy on me just for a little while. You know I'll think about you, Let me know you think about me, too. You know I'll think about you, Let me know you think about me, too. |
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| 14. |
| 5:15 |
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I had just turned sixteen that season
When you came up from Burma to stay. And you told me I ought to travel with you, You were sure it would be OK. When I asked how you earned your living, I can still hear what you said to me: You had some kind of job on the railway And had nothing to do with the sea. You said a lot, Johnny, All one big lie, Johnny. You cheated me blind, Johnny, From the minute we met. I hate you so, Johnny, When you stand there grinning, Johnny. Take that damn pipe out of your mouth, you rat. Surabaya Johnny, No one's meaner than you. Surabaya Johnny, My God and I still love you so. Surabaya Johnny, Why am I feeling so blue ? You have no heart, Johnny, And I still love you so. At the start, every day was Sunday, Till we went on our way one fine night. And before two more weeks were over, You thought nothing I did was right. So we trekked up and down through the Punjab, From the source of the river to the sea. When I look at my face in the mirror, There's an old woman staring back at me. You didn't want love, Johnny, You wanted cash, Johnny. But I sewed your lips, Johnny, And that was that. You wanted it all, Johnny, I gave you more, Johnny. Take that damn pipe out of your mouth, you rat. Surabaya Johnny. No one's meaner than you. Surabaya Johnny. My God and I still love you so. Surabaya Johnny, Why am I feeling so blue ? You have no heart, Johnny. And I still love you so. I would never have thought of asking How you'd got that peculiar name, But from one end of the coast to the other You were known everywhere we came. And one day I |
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