1. |
Cities Are Over
03:25
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Cities
Cities are over you said
F Train
And we’re off to Houston and Ludlow
Tonic
Do you follow sounds of jazz today?
New York twilight time
You got a way with a shadow
Taxi
Taxi and we’re on our way crosstown
Liquid
Fills your eyes like a shop window
Novel
Is it really new, your newest style?
New York twilight time
You got a way with a shadow
Live your life alone
Disappear
Whistling
Whistling the standard tunes
Sample
Many songs are now fragments rearranged
Caution
Maybe this was the scene of the crime
New York twilight time
You got away in the shadows
Live your life alone
In the shadows
Disappear
Whistling whistling
I do believe that cities are beautiful
So many millions of stories they hold
And all of this town is mine for the taking now
Shadows and monuments, stories as well
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2. |
April (Half the Battle)
03:50
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No sound
Call the powder up
Sound
That’s half the battle there
No sound
Put a rhythm down
Sound
That’s the half battle there
No sound
Bring the flank around
That’s the half battle there
Horns filled with water
April in the branches
She pulled off her boots
In the flying clouds
Laces dangling down
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3. |
Fresno
02:55
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Shifty, pale and anxious
Sundown hungry in a six-badge town
You got fare to the fish fry?
Big dipper in dungarees
Get up on the wagon
I will follow you
All the way to Fresno
Clean to San Berdoo
Out from Kalamazoo
We’ll dress in linen
Straw brim hides your mug so pale
All the brass in Cleveland
They will bear the sheaves away?
Scrambling armadillos
Oxen low in fear
Funnels tore through Kansas
Took anything that crawled
Boy’s I’ll tell you something
Ain’t worth forty-five
Jawbone on the mantle
Sure they’ll take him cold
I’d rather catch him live
We’ll dress in linen
Straw brim hides your mug so pale
All the brass in Cleveland
Round the gallows, praise his name
Fresno
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4. |
Ragamuffin
02:25
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5. |
Norway Pine
04:06
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6. |
Always at the Back
01:55
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(by Greg Peterson)
There are things I’d love to do
But I don’t think I’ll ever get to do them
Places I would love to go
See them when it snows
Growing old is always at the back of my mind
Growing old is always at the back of my mind
Earlier I said to you
All my dreams are coming unglued but
That’s not really true
They’re just overdue
Growing old is always at the back of my mind
Growing old is always at the back of my mind
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7. |
Pedestrian
02:31
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Notice how the skyline changes each and every day
Landmarks that you once relied on, simply gone away
I know I've got a lot to learn, baby
But I don't have much time
We were both pedestrians on that fateful day
You took my arm to guide me, then got lost along the way
It might be time to say goodbye
Here, on the avenue
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8. |
Finito
02:02
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Then in shock, she threw the contents
From the balcony
Howling out above the northern wind
“From this moment on
I will never pray”
Hobbling by, the wizened arbiter
Nabbed a bouncing coin
Never one to doubt in providence
He muttered as he fled
“Praise the angels kind”
Trim the fat and sear the hog flesh
We’ll feast tonight
Celebrate the maiden’s discomfiture
Wanton, she was damned
By an impish hand
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9. |
Skulduggery
02:49
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The man who knew too much
Died in Cheshire
A poisoned apple
But no Wicked Queen
A hint of dry vermouth
Caresses tender
He was no machine
Enjoyed strawberries and cream
Observe the squares each in turn
Keine Zusätze zum Vorbericht
Where’s a prince to wake you?
Looks like he’s been and gone
A cipher like Enigma
Taste the apple from my hand
I’ll be the fairest in the land
A lad from Paddington
Broke the tender peel
Reset the rotor wheels
Enjoyed strawberries and cream
Observe the squares each in turn
Keine Zusätze zum Vorbericht
Where’s a prince to wake you?
Looks like he’s been and gone
A cipher like Enigma
Taste the apple from my hand
A message from the unseen world
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10. |
The Cold
04:20
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Sometimes this world is a brutal place
Dark, cruel and cold
And evil thrives on the innocent
God rest their souls
No map or direction to show the way
When death and shadows enfold
All you martyrs who aim for paradise
May go to hell
All the stories as told and the images graven
Of blessed lives of sacrifice are craven lies by charlatans
And everybody knows
We'll go on down to the riverbank
And look once more
Through the mist, see what's left of the factory
On the other shore
The wind tastes of salt, of the harbor and
the sea which stretches beyond
Do you wonder if this is paradise?
Sometimes I do
All the stories I've told and the lies you've forgiven
Are in the salt and mist and sea, the harbor and the factory
And everybody knows
Sometimes this world is a brutal place
Dark, cruel and cold
And evil thrives on the innocent
God rest their souls
The wind tastes of salt, of the harbor and
The sea which stretches beyond
If you leave me in search of paradise
I bid you well
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11. |
Last Call
02:16
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Seventeen dead whites
Mud river ivories
Flat brown Barbary Street
Beautiful long fingers
Put me down in a minor key
High heel music stole my baby
Champagne, play that "Acre o Sod"
Where did it go?
Let's ask Rarefly, she might know
Shut down the cakewalk
Perfume and red rouge
So long Barbary Street
Upright's been swept away
Like a cork on the rapids
High heel music stole my baby
Once more, for that "Acre o Sod"
Where did it go?
Don't ask Rarefly, she don't know
Last call
A fluid will save you
Alcohol
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12. |
Natalie
02:36
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There’s a girl I think you know
Her name is Natalie
You’ve seen her down on Brighton’s beach
Tossing stones into the sea
Lonely, she’d left the North behind
Postcard of sunny Brighton in her hand
It was grey that afternoon
When evening sets the pier alight
She disappears from view
You’ve searched the lanes and cinemas
Along the arches too
Laughing we rode the Crazy Mouse
Reeling we ended tumbling to the ground
It was grey that afternoon
High above the dark Atlantic
In my reverie, she is here with me
But a daydream disappears
She’s a mystery, won’t you tell me please
If you’ve seen my Natalie
She’s never at the Hanbury
Or even Queensbury Mews
If I don’t find that Natalie
I’ll never shake these blues
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13. |
The Jailer's Perspective
02:31
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He swears he’s innocent
Maybe it’s true
Don’t mean much to me
Got a job to do
Lock him in that
Cell each night
He gets no blanket
Just the one light
He got 15 to life
Time enough, I would say
Sometimes he shoots off
in the yard
I toss him in the hole
Nah it ain’t hard
Sure I see
the worst in men
But my place ain’t far away
I’m home in 10
He got 15 to life
Time enough, I would say
I like the sound
Of steel on steel
Hard boots on tile
A bird who’ll squeal
He got nailed for
Murder two
Me I just got
A job to do
Got me a job for life
Time enough, I would say
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14. |
Turnstile Blues
03:23
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Turnstiles recommend a crossing through
On each curtain's rise the stage Is new
A single song can hold an ocean's worth of blue
Bye bye diddle eye bye
Diddle eye diddle eye day
There's another mule
Tell her I'm asleep
Blue right here to keep me
At the edge of the deep
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