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Will
03:50
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Bind me in fragrant linen
seal me in a tomb ship,
wake me when we dock
at the wharf of the next world.
I see its sun, its sky already,
I see how its waters move,
hands moulding flesh from stone,
I see its sharp sickle Moon.
Start the preparations now,
strop the blades, crack the jars,
mix unguents and herbs,
open my flesh like a sail
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Torch Song
03:08
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The torch I’ve carried for you,
for so long, it hasn’t gone out.
It still smoulders, but black as night,
and I barely recognize you.
Forgetfulness is long overdue,
for you I’m the land time forgot, but
the torch I’ve carried for you,
for so long, it hasn’t gone out.
I’ve spent half life bent beneath you,
though you shed mordark than light,
and you can’t see the worship that I do,
I still clutch your seasoned wood tight.
The torch I’ve carried for you,
for so long, it hasn’t gone out.
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The Day You Love Me
03:03
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The day you love me is the day
the stone breaks like bread and bleeds;
will be the day the manna falls
and can’t be ploughed away.
A rain of frogs in each gold ray,
locusts flying, clean cut as grass;
day you love me is the day
the stone breaks like bread and bleeds.
The Sun will stop up in the sky,
kisses flower on stony lips,
Israel embrace Palestine,
every No become a whispered Yes...
The day you love me is the day
the stone breaks like bread and bleeds.
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I Prayed To The Devil
02:18
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I prayed to the Devil last night
to have you in my arms again,
to have your hungry mouth on mine,
to taste you in the stolen night.
Though I know it’s far too late,
and damage still to be undone,
I prayed to the Devil last night
to have you in my arms again.
To slip between the wrong and right,
to partake of only passion,
and in a feast of heat forget
this burning cold of deprivation.
I prayed to the Devil last night.
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Alcohol
02:29
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In every bar in every town,
with every shot, you were my alcohol.
Bitter-sweet, you filled my empty skull
as Joe set them up and I knocked ‘em down.
You were sorrow that would never drown,
Venus glimmering on the half shell,
in every bar in every town,
with every shot, you were my alcohol.
Now it’s tea, three sugars, lemon,
a good woman at my beck and call,
but I prefer your hell to heaven,
those beds of flame where I drank my fill.
In every bar in every town,
with every shot, you were my alcohol.
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Kiki Of Montparnasse
02:32
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Kiki, your eyes are crystal balls,
beautifully inflamed orbs that pool
the captive blood of my desires.
I lie in your bed, weak at the knees,
watching you paint mascara and kohl,
Kiki, your eyes are crystal balls.
Entangled in your sheets in Montparnasse,
as you turn and touch, and retouch,
the captive blood of my desires.
I long to reach that inner essence
smoking in your look’s maddening hieroglyph,
Kiki, your eyes are crystal balls.
I’m tied to you, in hopelessness,
happy in the mirror, as you blackly brush
the captive blood of my desires.
While you keep your love for the boulevards,
for the strangers straining for your leash.
Kiki, your eyes are crystal balls,
the captive blood of my desires.
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A Star In My Palm
03:49
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A star in my palm
would not shine
the way you do.
Gracing the world
with your soft white skin.
All your inner radiance
let out to the ends
of your shinhair,
that shimmering cloud
that crowns your Moon-white face.
My midnight thoughts
have fingers now
holding you, my love.
And you burn me, burn me,
more than any star could do.
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Old Testament
02:53
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I am the bush
burning for you
though you never
asked for a miracle.
I am a pillar of fire
by night
against which
you could rest your head
if you wanted to.
By day
I am Lot’s wife
turned to salt
for always looking back.
At dusk
I am Eve
packing in the fallen garden
pining for the snake
that had your face.
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She Dances
04:16
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Rain in a dustbowl, she dances,
The Sun in her shaken out hair,
The sound of laughter in her eyes.
The dancefloor is wherever she walks,
The music her movement in air,
Rain in a dustbowl, she dances.
Watching her tun, joy wells, overflows;
It’s joy to see her drawn out hair, hear
The sound of laughter in her eyes.
She twists so fine, so gracefully dazzles,
A languidly swaying wild flower;
Rain in a dustbowl, she dances.
Lithe and light as a shower she steps,
In and out of the snares of desire,
The sound of laughter in her eyes,
Eternal-Womanly, girlish, sinuous...
I am the dust that follows her.
Rain in a dustbowl, she dances.
The sound of laughter in her eyes.
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The End Of Love
03:54
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I've done my bit and now it’s over,
I'll stay in bed and lick my wounds,
I'll tune my lyre to other songs,
I’m home from the killing fields of love.
The love to end all loves was murder,
I volunteered, eager for the sacrifice;
I've done my bit and now it’s over,
I’ll stay inside and lick my wounds.
Though they’re old, they’re fresh and bitter:
her half surrenders, her total withdrawals,
the scars of times I thought I’d won her,
ll would heal with one sweet word of
armistice.
I've done my bit now it’s over,
I'll stay at home and lick my wounds,
I'll tune my lyre to other songs,
I’m back for good, from the killing fields
of love.
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Grave Light
03:05
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Down to the dark
of the grave
without the light
of the eyes of the girl
across the bar.
Down to the grave
I must repair
unprepared
while the light of their eyes
criss-crosses above.
But in the lightless soil I’m safe
and the worm is eternal love
sightless,
and no sting in her tail.
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12. |
Will Reprise
00:48
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Bind me in fragrant linen
seal me in a tomb ship,
wake me when we dock
at the wharf of the next world.
I see its sun, its sky already,
I see how its waters move,
hands moulding flesh from stone,
I see its sharp sickle Moon.
Start the preparations now,
strop the blades, crack the jars,
mix unguents and herbs,
open my flesh like a sail
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