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Moriarty is a musical collective made up of five artists of French, American, Swiss and Vietnamese origin. The members were mainly born in France to American parents.The group was named Moriarty in reference to Dean Moriarty, the hero of On the Road by Jack Kerouac. Initially, the group consisted of eight members: singer Charlène Dupuy, drummer Médéric de Vanssay, and saxophonist Davide Woods have since left the group. Rosemary Standley joined in 1999. Moriarty went from performing traditional blues to rock'n'roll. Successive departures from the group reduced them to five members (Rosemary, Arthur, Thomas, Charles and Stephan), and forced them to play acoustically. This radical change opened up new musical territories for the band, giving them greater freedom in sound experimentation, and allowing them straightforward, stripped-down performances in places such as a prison in Normandy, a mental institution in central France, a ruined castle in Tuscany, and the streets of Paris and Dublin. In 2007, they released their first album, "Gee Whiz But This Is a Lonesome Town", recorded in 8 days by American producer Bob Coke in the attic of a farmhouse in Brittany (France), near the tomb of Merlin the sorcerer. Driven by the opening song "Jimmy", the album encountered success in France, and was released in the UK, Germany, Belgium, Switzerland, Italy, Spain, Canada, Japan, Hong-Kong, Taiwan, Japan and Australia. The group then began a long French tour which started in April 2008, followed by concerts in Switzerland, Canada, Spain, Germany and England. In 2008, Moriarty played for a second time at the Solidays music festival where they had already played three years before thanks to the City of Paris emerging talents prize. That same year, they also gave concerts at the Eurockéennes music festival in Belfort, Francofolies de La Rochelle, Montreux Jazz Festival, Festival Internacional de Benicassim and the Festival of the Humanities. They also performed in October 2008 at the Olympia theatre in Paris, to a sold-out audience. In March 2008, Moriarty recorded a cover of Depeche Mode's Enjoy the Silence for a compilation. Moriarty had previously recorded a cover of this song and performed it while on tour. Moriarty's urgent performance of the song, simple and stripped down, was played shortly after its release on French independent Radio Nova. In 2008, Moriarty was one of the 10 artists nominated for the Prix Constantin, and shortly after the band was also nominated for best emerging live act at the Victoires de la Musique French awards. After a French tour with more than 170 concerts which saw them performing at both larger festivals and smaller theatres, the Franco-American quintet went on an international tour in 2009, starting on January 10 in New York, USA, and then touring the United States, Canada, Germany, Luxembourg, Belgium, the Netherlands, Switzerland, Austria, the Czech Republic, England, Sweden, Spain, Portugal, Japan, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Australia and India. On December 24, 2009, in Mumbai, India, they played the final show of that tour, which spanned 18 countries through 100 concerts. By that time their debut album had sold about 150 000 copies worldwide. Meanwhile the members of Moriarty have also appeared as guests on Franco-English singer Emily Loizeau's second release, and were amongst the artists involved in The Fitzcarraldo Sessions project, initiated by members of French rock band Jack the Ripper, with which they co-wrote the single "Alice and Lewis (Soon will come too soon)", released as a first single from the Fitzcarraldo Session's album "We Hear Voices". In 2010 the band started working on a second album, entitled "The Missing Room", following a specific process: the songs were composed, then performed and matured on stage during five months of touring, before being actually recorded at the Studio Pigalle in Paris in January 2011. This tour allowed the band to test out the new songs in radically different environments, such as the Fuji Rock Festival in Naeba (Japan), Le Corbusier's Chapelle Notre-Dame du Haut in Ronchamp (France), or in front of the inmates at the prison of Belfort (eastern France). In the meantime the band created their own label Air Rytmo in order to release new material according to their own rhythm and with complete artistic freedom. The name of the label is an anagram of Moriarty, emphasizing the fact that the label and the band are one and the same thing. "The Missing Room" was released in April 2011, following a series of six sold-out concerts at the Trianon in Paris. The album's sleeve and artwork was designed by Moriarty's double-bass player Zim, who conceived it as an illustrated book, containing the storyboard to an imaginary film noir whose plot revolves around a missing room in a hotel. The album cover itself contained an Indian phone number, leading to an answering machine in Mumbai, on which band member Charles recorded an enigma for fans to solve. The tour that followed lasted two years, taking the band across Europe, Canada, the Indian Ocean, and ending in Australia in March 2013 after over 200 concerts. In December 2011, the band's label released the vinyl L.P. version of "The Missing Room". 2000 pieces were manufactured and, as an attempt to counteract mass-produced standardisation, within each single record sleeve, hand-crafted by the band members with the help of a few volunteering fans, a different and unique envelope was inserted, containing drawings, newspaper clippings, old set lists, broken guitar strings and other paraphernalia rescued from the tour. In 2011, French stage director Marc Lainé wrote a play inspired by "The Missing Room". The resulting show, entitled "Memories From The Missing Room", was set in a motel room, whose walls and floor revolved to reveal the band Moriarty performing their album live on stage (in the same order as the record's track list), along with three actors impersonating the characters from the songs, and artist Philippe Dupuy drawing backgrounds projected in real-time. The performance, first created at the Ferme du Buisson arts center near Paris, was then played for four weeks in a row at the Théâtre de la Bastille in Paris in September 2012. In January and June 2012, while touring through the Reunion Island, the band met with local singer Christine Salem and her musicians, and started working on new, co-written material. The resulting songs, an encounter between Moriarty's blues, folk and rock songwriting and Salem's percussion-driven maloya, were first performed at a clandestine gig in the sugarcane fields above St-Pierre de la Réunion, then recorded in August 2012 and released on Christine Salem's album "Salem Tradition". In December 2012 the two bands got together for a tour of France, then in February 2013 they performed again in the Reunion Island, and finally at the WOMAD festival in Adelaide, Australia, on march 7, 2013. In July 2009, Moriarty met Swiss cajun-rock band Mama Rosin at a festival in Lausanne, Switzerland. Attracted by shared musical tastes and philosophy, the two bands started a collaboration, playing together at the Festival du Bout du Monde (France) in August 2011, the Festival Interceltique de Lorient (France) in August 2012 and the Flèche d'Or, Paris, in April 2013. Moriarty and Mama Rosin recorded five songs at the Studio Pigalle in Paris in February 2013, and released them on an E.P. 10-inch vinyl record entitled "Moriarty Meets Mama Rosin", for the Record Store Day on April 20, 2013.
Gee Whiz But This Is A Lonesome Town - 2007-10-09 -
Jimmy Lovelinesse Private Lily Motel Animals Can't Laugh (...) (Instrumental) Cottonflower Whiteman's Ballad Tagone-Ura Fireday Oshkosh Bend Jaywalker (Song For Beryl)
Bacon La Chanson De Margaret Chocolate Jesus Corpus Christi Carol Crimson Singer Dernière Chance Enjoy the silence Every Night Hanoï Blue Nobody Home Wayfaring Stranger
Gee Whiz But This Is A Lonesome Town *** Thanx a lot to Moriarty for these lyrics ***
Jimmy Jimmy won't you please come home Where the grass is green and the buffaloes roam Come see Jimmy your uncle Jim And your auntie Jimmie and your cousin Jim Come home Jimmy 'cause you need a bath And your grandpa Jimmy is still gone daft Now there's buffalo Jim and buffalo Jim And Jim buffalo now didn't you know Jim Jim Jimmy it's your last cigarette But there's buffalo piss and it's all kind of wet Jambo Jimmy you'd better hold your nose All roads lead to roam with the buffaloes And the buffaloes used to say be proud of your name The buffaloes used to say be what you are The buffaloes used to say roam where you roam Buffaloes used to say do what you do Hey you've gotta have a wash but you can't clean your name You're now called Jimmy, you'll be Jimmy just the same The keys are in a bag in a chest by the door One of Jimmy's friends has taken the floor Jimmy won't you please come home Where the grass is green and the buffaloes roam Dear old Jimmy you've forgotten you're young But you can't ignore the buffalo song And the buffaloes used to say be proud of your name The buffaloes used to say be what you are The buffaloes used to say roam where you roam Buffaloes used to say do what you do If you remember you're unknown Buffaloland will be your home If you remember you're a gnome Buffaloland will be your home If you remember you're a Noam Buffaloland will be your home If you remember you're unknown Buffaloland will be your home Lovelinesse Running naked through poppy fields With my anchovy flapping freely in the wind Then I see Father O’Reilly And I confess, yes I have sinned And Father O’Reilly, he spoke to me slighly And winked at the nun sitting bare on his knee A church it imploded, a herd of green puppets Demanded a pizza with chocolate and cheese The nun in a frenzy she swatted the puppets And prayed to the God of my proud anchovies The taste of a Pizza, it seemed to increase her But father O’Reilly broke up from the Wait The taste of a Pizza, it seemed to increase her But father O’Reilly broke up from the Wait The taste of a Pizza, it seemed to increase her But father O’Reilly broke up from the Wait He fell in the field, but the nun didn't yield The poppies they burst exploding his fate The oxygen missing, my anchovie hissing I ran through the fields calling for help Help, help, help, help... One, two, three I tripped on a poppy and felt kinda dopey Dropped on the earth with an opium yelp Lying naked in poppy fields With my anchovie flappin’ freely in the wind Then I dream of Father O’Reilly And I truly know, yes I have sinned I'm sorry Private Lily My name is Lilly I'm nineteen years old No money to study No boyfriend I'm kind of bored I went to the trade fairTto find a job There I found a few guys from the army They told me that I was smart and pretty I'm going to war, I'm going to war I'm going to war, I'm going to war I'm going to war She's going to war, she's going to war She's going to war, she's going to war She's going to war My name is Lily They told me that I could make it They'll pay for my studies So I will graduate I went to the parking lot To meet with my recruiters I'll leave next week I signed up for four years Six more months and I'll be ready To drive machines and tote M-16s My name is Lily I'm nineteen years old On my way to the black zones Going to do what I'm told I'm going to war, I'm going to war I'm going to war, I'm going to war I'm going to war She's going to war, she's going to war She's going to war, she's going to war She's going to war... Motel Long distance call with the lying man He said twenty miles from the airport is the promised land A night in Detroit he perfumed my ear Come into my spot no reason to fear I'm inside the postcard and soon I can smell The spell of the Motel Oh the lying man was standing deep in the shade Singing a sweet serenade He's back in the sixties Hell's angels parade We were surrounded by graveyards and american flags It was the end of the day we walked to the room and started to pray So hungry I went out to find a sushi The avenue was vast, a desert Nothing but a pale girl staring at me I'd rather meet a pervert or a human sushi She asked me for a nickel I ask her for a piece Misunderstanding No reason for a battle I went back to the motel The only light I could see I needed a bath and bubbles around me I vanished into the water and gently smiled I sniffed my baby's pants and lied on her sidewalk’s Tomorrow we'll be in Mexico Animals can’t laugh Try to understand this chalk rubs off easily A person, a smart cookie like you I wish your good luck would rub off on me Try to remember this Connective tissues Leakproof thinking whatever it is be sure The one-eyed are kings Immunosuppression or immaculate conception A doggy bag is all you need and also a dominatrix Is that car your baby, is that car your baby Well animals can't laugh and you're an animal too I'm sorry for you Animals can't laugh and you're an animal too Animals can't laugh and you're an animal too I will now bumlash you My dear ape, my dear appetite I will now bumlash you My dear ape, my dear appetite Sometimes offensive If you were immortal You wouldn't know it Hauling into town After a long long drive I will now bumlash you My dear ape, my dear appetite I will now bumlash you My dear ape, my dear appetite Cottonflower You are my cottonflower You are the one for ever Your smile is like a little wrinkle Don't suffer babe, just let it trickle This is my lucky hour Let us spend it together You keep me warm each time I travel You give me shelter from the drizzle Sing this song for you to sing when I'm gone I'm bleeding bleeding hard You are my cottonflower I ain't nothing but a lonely rider I do not know who is right who is wrong Sing this song for you to sing when I'm gone I am your purple spider My holes are getting wider Even though I hear the robins crying I don't worry 'cause I'm only dying Sing this song for you to sing when I'm gone It don't hurt no more Ma You've seen a thousand like me I'm not the first one I'm not the only one The best one The worst one And last one You've seen a thousand like me Won't you turn off your T.V. I ain't nothing but a lonely soldier I don't know who is right who is wrong Sing this song for you to sing when I'm gone I'm gone, now I'm gone I'm gone You are my cottonflower You are my cottonflower Farewell cottonflower Ants are riding on my chest Soon I'll return to dust and rest Whiteman’s Ballad I saw the whiteman coming He's getting off his plane He gets in his big land-rover And heads from the mines Go, Rosemary I saw the whiteman coming He's coming to steal And he's coming to rape And he calls it business I saw the black man waiting He's ready to rob his brothers And to give away his sisters For a couple of US dollars I saw the black nurses wondering Yeah wondering why, why, why They keep sending all these white nurses To take away their jobs Then I saw Art and Tom coming They get off the train They're all geared up to record And they're totally insane I saw the white girls coming Yeah coming to get Oh what they can't get at home It's cheap it's fun And it don't last too long I saw the businessmen coming And cheating on their wives With underage girls Buzzing around their hives And I saw you coming back a year ago Oh won't you please, please tell me more All about your voyage All the things that you did And all the people you met Now I wanna know All the cars that you drove And all the girls you've been fooling around with And I saw you I saw you coming back A year ago Tagono-Ura From Tagono-ura Going out there see So pure so white all On topmost Fuji Traveling air's so cold The shore birds are crying Traveling there's so cold The shore birds they are snowing Snow reared falling is Oh love how When I go hunting for her In the winter nights Traveling air's so cold the shore birds they are shivering Traveling air's so cold the shore birds they are burning Traveling there's so cold The shore birds they are drowning Traveling there's so cold the shore birds they are snowing Snow flakes falling on my forehead Soon I'll be covered by a white blanket Fire day She got up tears tired on a clear crystal day It was may day, worker’s day, fighter’s day Fire day, red day, mayday, in the hey day Back in days, the soviet parades Standing side by side in the shade Kissing and cussing and striving and trying Fussing and bumping and sticking Hey Girl stop sleeping Standing side by side in the shade Kissing and cussing and striving and trying Fussing and bumping and sticking Hey Girl quit crying She has to swerve the system Search the engine Pull out the screw The true screw, the real screw The one that’ll make it all come down Standing side by side in the shade Kissing and cussing and striving and trying Fussing and bumping and sticking Hey Girl, Stop shaking Standing side by side in the shade Kissing and cussing and striving and trying Fussing and bumping and sticking Hey Girl, start something Oshkosh Bend It was cold when it came I laid my cards plain to see They told me I had nothing to blame They told me I had nothing to blame My backbone’s broken and the river’s swollen The cars are purring and the leaves are pouring The sidewalk’s empty and the street is slippery The lights are dim just like the people at the party I was at The people at the party I was at Oh I gotta move, I wanna split I’m pulling on a string that’s coming to an end The last one broke on a bend I lost a hat and sat with a duck The last one broke on a bend I ain’t got nothing to pluck I ain’t got nothing to fuck I ain’t got nothing at all It was cold when it came I had to duck to see the bus Raging down on the cusp of my clustered lens They told me I had nothing to blame They told me I had nothing to blame Oh the seats were warm and the birds they swarmed The place was bright and it felt just right My backbone’s swollen and the river’s broken The cars are purring and the leaves are pouring The sidewalk’s empty and the street is slippery The lights are dim just like the people at the party I was at The people at the party I was at I gotta move I wanna split I’m pulling on a string that’s coming to an end The last one broke on a bend I lost a hat and sat with a duck The last one broke on a bend I ain’t got nothing to fuck
Jaywalker (Song for Beryl) Back from where the crowd rains cold She's letting down the burden Never doing what she's told Living another Walden Back to where the cats are kings She knows it by the letter All those nights and all those mornings Running it down and under There she goes, polkadot dress Barefoot on the cobblestones Where is she at, let's take a guess Jaywalking in the streets of Rome She's like a hotline You can call whether rain or shine When it looks like nothing is bright A few words with her and you'll be allright She is your chatter box Writes you real letters Oh roman goldilocks She's some upsetter There she goes, tropical cyclone Barefoot on the cobblestones Looking for Saint Jerome Jaywalking in the streets of Rome Picking up white owl feathers She buries to keep safe Drinking oil and loving cats Gives her their pur rand their scratch Trees leaves and seashells will make her day Words never come out in miscellaneous ways Roaming along the gaps in the city Greek goddess on the Campo dei fiori Scarlet Doe in the middle of the Prairie The feline can hear and feel and see
The Missing Room
I Will Do It all started like a joke Like a needle like a sting Like a hand around my throat Boys and girls were dancing in the rain Woman came from nowhere like a sudden gush of wind Nobody seen her, nobody knew her She stepped in the line between the girls holding hands If that is the game why don't you let me understand I will do what ever you will do I will go wherever you will go I will follow you into the fall And I will answer to your call If we had only looked we could have seen But the woman chose her man for one night only And whoever she chose was a helpless soul Like a needle, like a sting couldn't go to any other one Well in the morning, the boy lay naked in the day Light there, we knew what we knew we sat down We danced again, she was back she danced around alone Like a needle, like a sting, her eyes held me tight Oh now you know my curse Darling you're my prey If you think that you are safe Then won't you let me say You will do whatever I will do You will go wherever I will go You will follow me into the fall And you will answer to my call
Isabella When we wake up we forget the words But the music goes on and on On and on When we wake up we forget the picture But the colour hangs on and on On and on Isa Isabella Isa Isabella Isa Isabella La la la la la la When we grow old we forget the names But yours hanged on and on For so long And you forgot all that you left behind And I was behind I was behind Isa Isabella Isa Isabella Isa Isabella La la la la la la La la la la la la... When we grow old we forget the names But the world keeps turning on On and on On and on, on and on When we broke up I forgot all the words You left the music on And for good you were gone And you forgot all that you left behind And I was left behind I was behind Isa Isabella Isa Isabella Clementine What's the fuss, puss Lust dust on the cusp of the crust I must, I must, I must not Fluxus Shyness, penniless, mindless, coward You ain’t, you ain’t nothing good You ain’t, you ain’t, no you ain’t Clementine Won’t you give me a sign Made of twine It’s the end of the line Well I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m lying I’m falling, I’m drowning, drowning Well I should, I should I should plot against you You blissful, kissful, pitiful, coward You ain’t, you ain’t nothing good You ain’t, you ain’t, no you ain’t No you ain’t Well I should, I should I should plot against you You blissful, kissful, pitiful, coward You ain’t, you ain’t nothing good You ain’t, you ain’t, no you ain’t Oh won't you let me be Won't you let me be Let me, let me be Let me be what I want to be Move away, become clay And let me say Don't you play with me With me, now don't you play with me I warn you Where Is The Light The world turns around when I fall asleep I dig in the ground and I fall very deep Where is the light Where is the light Where is the light Won't you turn on the light My bed is a bath And my bath is a boat My mother is a cat And my father is a goat Don't be afraid We'll hide in the shade Don't be afraid, there's still room in the bed cage Help me to find what I am looking for What I am looking for I am not yet sure Where is the light Oh where is the light Where is the light Won't you turn on the light Please the lights
Beasty Jane You most tiger eyes Later on another land You choose the lush sea To see what might overcome What might overcome I walk slowly towards the water Maybe you skid endlessly down I walk slowly towards the water Maybe you skid endlessly down the summer Bound for the warm currents I wish to find some relief Darkness has skipped in chasing this day away We walk away We hush, blush, hush Tiger and mermaid
Serial Fields
Put another nickel in In the nickelodeon All I want to hear Is music, music, music, music ...
How Many Tides
In the dark, I've learned to meet myself I've learned to be friends with myself Day after day My whole like in one day See what's beyond How many times must a man hope 'til he dies How many tides must a man weigh 'til it's over Why should I be out of mind Because I'm out of sight Now my voice is in yours my dear No more darkness, ??? Soon I'll be going, I'm going I'm going not too far Yes I'm going, I'm going I'm going not so far Oh I'm going, I'm going I'm going, I'm going I'm going I'm going, I'm going
Decaf'
It was the first he had a decaf' It was the first he had a decaf' And she had seen it with her own eyes you know The road was still long, long with no ending It was the last time she heard him laugh And she would only believe what she saw She heard voices pounding in her head She heard voices pounding in her head She heard voices in her head and all around When they arrived they crossed the cemetery The snow was deep, it made them shiver Like the trees over the Neckar river An epitaph was written on a grave Right above the initials of his name And she was dead before the age of forty Soft moss and leaves felt like an unmade bed Soft moss and leaves felt like an unmade bed He could not remember when and why he was dead Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Centuries of green towered above their heads Centuries of green towered above their heads My father lay somewhere below this earth She heard voices pounding in her head She heard voices pounding in her head Hear the voices, I hear the voices Hear the voices pounding in her head Hear the voices pounding in her head Hear the voices pounding in her head Hear the voices pounding in her head Hear the voices, I hear the voices Hear the voices
Julie Gold's Candy Cane Tale
Julie Gold came out from South Virginia She sang in her band and was broke with her gun Until she found a fine fine man He bought her a drink, they drove far from the sun Well he made her open a candy store in town He made her swear she would never sing a sound He made her promise she would never leave this town "Sell your candy or I'll blow you down" But Charlie Silver lived right around the corner The first time he saw Julie He wanted to D.I.E 'Cause he couldn't pay for no sugar Well men in the city they like their candy Business is good, twenty four/seven Man after man, the next after the last Gold is tired, she's starting to rust I want to sing in my band again But I'm too busy selling candy cane I want to sing in my band again But I'm too busy selling candy cane So silver meets gold And they sort of knew they had it coming And pretty soon they starts loving and crying The whole day long Now they're singing the whole day long And they don't know what's right from wrong Now they're singing the whole day long And they don't know what's right from wrong Well men in the city they like their candy But Julie is gone and the turkey is cold The world gets round that the fine fine man Can't control his gold So they hung him up and high Sing "we want another candy cane kisser" Is their rally cry I want to sing in my band again I won't be selling candies for my man I'm gonna sing in my band again I won't be selling candies for my man I'm gonna sing in my band again I won't be selling candies for my man, no more
Mah-Jong
How much time did I take How much time did I wait Why did you have to come so late The spot was empty It hurt beyond reason A board was loose And screeched like a bird The air was heavy And reeked of treason Of things left hanging There without a word Six after six Seven after seven Speak no more You will be forgiven A tumbleweed of odours Caught in a limbo The man at the door His arms akimbo And all the others With tiny little eyes Swift like tads Nervous like flies Six after six Seven after seven Speak no more You will be forgiven Taiwanese rain slid along the walls A warm shower to keep me cold Drenched in sweat and holy water I waited for you and your heart of gold But my own heart Ticked along with my clock And the pit-pat Of rain on my skin I could hear his shoes They were soaking wet And he sported a dimple on his chin I know that you never believed in fate But he was on time and you were always late
The Dark Line In The Middle Of Hope When the morning comes There'll be no right from wrong When it's getting dark out there You better pack your things and go Oh I know, I know, I know I've got to go Slow down my mind you're going too fast Slow down my mind you're going too far I'm locked in stone and I shiver to the bone I'm hot when it's cold and cold when it's warm I feel like melting in the snow I feel like melting in the snow I long for the sun and it's white killing glows Well my shirt it makes me sick The ?? makes me sick The walls they make me sick And I wonder what the others do while I dig When the morning comes There'll be no right from wrong When it's getting dark out there You better pack your things and go Well I know, I know, I know I've got to go Slow down my mind you're going too fast Slow down my mind you're going too far Slow down, slow down, slow down You're gonna crash
Roboto Hoshii
When I see you in the hall You turn your head around Do I have to ask for you At the lost and found On the pictures you never seem to look happy Sad taste of mango and strawberry I want my robot, I want my robot You'll never be eight years old anymore I know a wrinkle will make you jump out the window If they were like clothes I would wear other parents to replace yours I want my robot, I want my robot I want my robot, I want my robot You used to follow me you fool Every where I would blow To take you to places I never go like I don't know But one day you got tired of me In the cupboard, you locked yourself up I miss your running around me Searching for your robot
Fugitives
Candyman ( John Smith Hurt )
Come on you ladies gather 'round Don't you know he's back in town It's the candy man It's the candy man He likes a stick of candy nine inch long He sells as fast a hog eat his corn It's the candy man It's the candy man Don't stand close to the candy man He'll leave a big candy in your hand It's the candy man It's the candy man He sold some candy to sister Bad The very next day she took all he had It's the candy man It's the candy man If you try his candy, good friend of mine, You sure will want it for a long long time It's the candy man It's the candy man Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better His stick candy don't melt away It just gets better, every day It's the candy man It's the candy man Come on you ladies gather 'round Don't you know he's back in town It's the candy man It's the candy man It's the candy man It's the candy man It's the candy man Buffalo Skinners
( Traditional / Woody Guthrie ) Come all you old time cowboys And listen to my song Please do not grow weary I'll not detain you long Concerning some wild cowboys Who did agree to go And spend the summer pleasant On the range of the buffalo Well I found myself in griffin In eighteen eighty three When a man by the name of Crego Came walking up to me Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better He said, "How do you do, young fellow And how'd you like to go And spend the summer pleasant On the range of the buffalo Well of course I pay good wages I pay transportation too If you will agree to work for me Until the season's through But if you do get homesick And you try to run away You'll starve to death Out on the trail and also lose your pay All his flattering talking We signed up quite a train Of ten or twelve in number Of able bodied men And the trip it was a pleasant one Through all New Mexico Until we crossed Pease River On the range of the Buffalo It was there our pleasures ended And our troubles all began A lightening storm came on us And made the cattle run We got full of the stickers On the cactus that did grow And the outlaws came to pick us off In the hills of Mexico Yeah the hills of Mexico Well, our working season ended And the drover would not pay He said you lost your money boy You're all in debt to me But the cowboys never put much stock On a thing like bankrupt law So we left the bastard's bones to bleach On the range of the Buffalo Matty Groves
( Traditional ) Was on the high high holy day The best day of the year Little Matty Groves went to church A gospel for to hear A gospel for to hear And first to come down was dressed in green And the second one dressed in red The third to come down was Lord Daniel's wife Just as fair as any queen Just as fair as any queen Then Matty Groves says to one of his men See the fair one dressed in white Although she is Lord Daniel's wife I'll be with her tonight I'll be with her tonight Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better And little foot page he was standing by And heard all that was said He says Lord Daniel shall know tonight Before I go to bed Before I go to bed He had fifteen miles for to go that night And ten of them he run He run til he come to the broke down bridge Then he bent to his breast and he swum He bent to his breast and he swum He swum til he come to where the grass was green He took to his feet and he run He run til he come to Lord Daniel's Gate Then he rattled at the bells and he rung He rattled at the bells and he rung What news, what news, what news What news have you bring Little Matty Groves is in your bed with your wife And their hearts both beat as one Their hearts both beat as one Now if the truth you've told me A rich man you shall be But if a lie you've told to me I'll hang you to a tree I'll hang you to a tree Then he gathered him up about fifty good men And he done it with a free good will Then he popped his bugle to his mouth And he blowed it loud and shrill He blowed it loud and shrill I'd better get up said little Matty Groves I'd better get up and go I know your husband is coming home I hear his bugle blow I hear his bugle blow Lay down, lay down my precious one Lay down and go to sleep It's only my father's shepherd's horn And he's a calling for his sheep He's a calling for his sheep So they laid down together again And soon were fast asleep And when they awoke it was broad daylight Lord Daniel at their feet Lord Daniel at their feet Get up from there your naked man And put you on some clothes I never intend for to have it said That a naked man I slow That a naked man I slow Then Matty Groves struck the very first lick And he wounded Lord Daniel sore Lord Daniel struck the very next lick And he drove Matty Groves to the floor He drove Matty Groves to the floor Then he taken his lady by the hand And he sat her on his knee And he says now which do you love the best Little Matty Groves or me Little Matty Groves or me Very well I like your rosy cheeks Very well I like your chin But better I love little Matty Groves Than you and all of your kin Than you and all of your kin You can dig my grave on a pretty green hill And dig it wide and deep And put little Matty Groves in my arms Lord Daniel at my feet Lord Daniel at my feet You can dig my grave on a pretty green hill And dig it wide and deep And put little Matty Groves in my arms Lord Daniel at my feet Lord Daniel at my feet Matin Pas En Mai
( Didier Hebert ) Je me suis réveillé un matin de Mai Mais bien de bon matin C'était pour passer Mais un beau jour dans ma vie Oh j'ai trouvé mon père en train de pleurer Ma mère qui pleurait dans ses bras C'est adieu pour longtemps Je me donne à un jeune garçon Oh moi je l'aimais beaucoup Beaucoup plus que ma vie Il m'avait fait une promesse C'est une promesse, j'étais sa femme Je ferai des enfants Il m'a quitté dans l'abandon Moi bien malade dans mon lit Et mes enfants là crèvent de faim Et mon mari à la taverne après gambler Et moi je ne souhaite que la mort C'est tous ces jeunes bébés, grand Dieu Dans les jambes de moi Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better Moi je connais, je m'en va dans les grands chemins I know I'm going on the highways M'y serai moi toute seule And I'll be all there all alone Et dès que je suis une délaissée And since I'm a deserted wife Mais que personne veut de moi I wish someone somehow somewhere would make me a widow Ramblin' Man
( Hank Williams ) I can settle down and be doin' just fine 'Til I hear an old freight rollin' down the line Then I hurry straight home and pack And if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow my stack Oh I love you baby but you gotta understand When the Lord made me, he made a ramblin' man Some folks might say that I'm no good That I wouldn't settle down even if I could Let me travel this land from the mountains to the sea 'Cause it's the life I believe he meant for me Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better I love to see the towns a-passin' by And ??? 'neath God's blue sky When that open road starts to calling me There's something over the hill that I've got to see And when I'm gone and at my grave you stand Say, the Lord called home your ramblin' man Well I know it's hard but you gotta understand When the Lord made me, he made a ramblin' man When the Lord made me, he made a ramblin' man Little Sadie
( Traditional ) Went out last night, I took a little round I met my Little Sadie and I blowed her down Went back home and got into bed A forty-four smokeless under my head Woke up in the morning 'bout a half past nine The hacks and the buggies always standing in line Gents and the gamblers standing all round Taking little Sadie to her burying ground Then I begin to think what a deed I'd done I grabbed my hat and away I run Take a little run but a little too slow They overtook me in Jericho Standing on the corner, reading the bill When up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville He says, young man, ain't your name Brown Remember that night you shot Sadie down I said, yes, sir, my name is Lee I murdered little Sadie in the first degree And first degree and second degree If you got any papers, won't you read 'em to me Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better Went out last night, I took a little round I met my Little Sadie and I blowed her down Went back home and got into bed A forty-four smokeless under my head ??? a half past nine The hacks and the buggies always standing in line Gents and the gamblers standing all round Taking little Sadie to her burying ground Then I begin to think what a deed I'd done I grabbed my hat and away I run Took a little run but a little too slow They overtook me in Jericho I, standing on the corner, reading the bill When up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville He says, young man, ain't your name Brown Remember that night you shot Sadie down I said, yes, sir, my name is Lee I murdered little Sadie in the first degree And first degree and second degree If you got any papers, won't you read 'em to me They took me downtown and dressed me in black Put me on the train and started me back They crammed me back in that Thomasville jail And I had no money for to go my bail That judge and the jury, they took their stand The judge had the papers in his right hand Forty one days and forty one nights Forty one years to wear the ball and the strip Pretty Boy Floyd ( Woody Guthrie ) Come gather 'round me, children Here's a story I wanna tell About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee On a Saturday afternoon With his wife beside him in his wagon As into town they rode A deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of anger And his wife she overheard Pretty Boy had a log chain And the deputy had a gun And in the fight that followed He laid that deputy down Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better He took to the trees and the timber And he lived a life of shame And every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name He took to the trees and the timber And get on the river shore But the outlaw found a welcome At a-many farmer's door As a story of a stranger who came to beg a meal And underneath his napkin He left a thousand-dollar bill It was in Oklahoma City On an early Christmas Day With a car load full of groceries And a little note that say "Well, you say that I'm an outlaw You say that I'm a thief Well here's a Christmas dinner For your ??? on relief" As through this world I've travelled And as through this world I roam And I've never see an outlaw To run a family from their home As through this world I've travelled I've seen lots of funny men Some will rob you with a six-gun And others a fountain pen Come gather 'round me, children Here's a story I wanna tell About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw Oklahoma knew him well About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw Oklahoma knew him well Moonshiner
( Traditional ) I've been a moonshiner For many long years And I've spent all my money On whiskey and on beer I go to some hollow And sit at my still And if whiskey don't kill me Then I don't know what will Moonshine, dear moonshine How I love thee You killed my old father Now you try me God bless the moonshiners And bless the moonshine Their taste is as sweet as The dew on the vine Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler I'm a long way from home And if you don't like me Well, leave me alone I'll eat when I'm hungry And drink when I'm dry And if the tree don't ??? Well I'll live til I die Moonshine, dear moonshine How I love thee You killed my old father And now you try me God bless them pretty women I wish they was mine Their lips are as sweet as The dew on the vine Down in the Willow Garden
( Traditional ) Down in the willow garden Where me and my love did meet There we went a courting My love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine Which my love did not know And there I poisoned that dear little girl Down by the banks below I drew my saber through her It was a bloody knife I threw her into the river It was an awful sight My father often told me That money would set me free If I'd but murder that dear little girl Who's name was Rose Connely Now he sits at his cabin door Wiping his tear dimmed eye Wiping for his only son Upon the scaffold high Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better My race is run beneath the sun The devil is waiting for me For I murder that dear little girl Who's name was Rose Connely My race is run beneath the sun The devil is waiting for me For I murder that dear little girl Who's name was Rose Connely
Belle
( Mr Bornu ) Mais si j'ai une belle ici, Belle C'est par rapport à toi, Belle, Mais si j'ai une belle ici, Belle C'est par rapport à toi, Belle J'ai pris mon char ici, Belle Pour m'en emmener au Texas, Belle J'ai pris mon char ici, Belle Pour m'en emmener au Texas, Belle Et ca faisait juste trois jours, Belle Que j'étais là-bas, Belle J'ai reçu une lettre de toi, Belle Que t'étais bien malade, Belle Que t'étais bien malade, Belle En danger de mourir, Belle Que t'étais bien malade, Belle En danger de mourir, Belle J'ai pris mon char encore, Belle Pour m'en retourner vers toi, Belle J'ai pris mon char encore, Belle Pour m'en retourner vers toi, Belle Quand j'arrivais à toi, Belle T'étais sans connaissance, Belle Quand j'arrivais à toi, Belle T'étais sans connaissance Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better J'ai hypothéqué mon cheval, Belle Pour te sauver la vie, Belle J'ai hypothéqué mon cheval, Belle Pour te sauver la vie, Belle Oh si j'ai plus Henry, Belle C'est par t'avoir aimée, Belle Oh si j'ai plus Henry, Belle C'est par t'avoir aimée, Belle T'abandonner c'est dur, Belle Mais t'oublier c'est long, Belle T'abandonner c'est dur, Belle Mais t'oublier c'est long, Belle Si j'ai une belle ici, Belle C'est par rapport à toi, Belle Si j'ai une belle ici, Belle C'est par rapport à toi, Belle Dying Crapshooter's Blues
( Willie McTell ) Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day And he used crooked cards and dice He was a son of guy, good hearted but he had no soul Jesse's heart was hard and cold like ice Jesse was a wild reckless gambler He won a gang of change Altho' a many gambler's heart he led in pain Jesse began to spend and loose his money He began to be blue, sad and all alone What broke Jesse's heart while he was blue and all alone Sweet Lorena packed up and gone And the police walked up and they shot my friend Jesse down, boy He got to die someday Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better He had a gang, gang and gamblers at his bedside And here are the words he had to say I guess I ought to know Exactly how I want to go (How you wanna go, Jesse?) Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers Let 'em be veiled down in black I want nine men going to the graveyard, buddy I want eight men coming back I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side Crooked card printed on my hearse My life has been a doggone curse Well, well, well, well Send poker players to the graveyard, buddy Dig my grave with the ace of spades I want twelve polices in my funeral march High sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the parade I want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me fourty times Put a pair of dice in my shoes, what else Let a deck of cards be my tombstone, buddy I got the dying crapshooter Sixteen real good crapshooters Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song I want sixteen racket men gamblin' Couple tend bar while I'm rollin' along He wanted twenty two womens outta the Hampton Hotel He wanted twenty six off-a South Bell He wanted twenty nine women outta North Atlanta Know little Jesse didn't pass out so swell Well his heart was aching and his head was thumping Little Jesse went down bouncin' and jumpin' Folks, don't be standing 'round ol' Jesse dying He wants everybody to do the Charleston whiles he gone One foot up, and a toenail dragging Throw my friend Jesse in the hoodoo wagon Come here mama with that can of booze I got the dyin’ crapshooter's, blues The dyin’ crapshooter's blues The dyin’ crapshooter St James Infirmary
( Traditional ) I went down in Old Joe's barroom On the corner by the square Many drinks have been served as usual And the usual crowd was there On my left stood Joe McKennedy And his eyes were bloodshot red When he told me that sad story These are the words that he said When I went down to St James infirmary To see my baby there And she was stretched on a long white table So cold, so white, so fair Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better Oh let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She can search this wide world over She'll never find another man like me Sixteen coal black horses To pull that rubber tied hack And there's seventeen miles to the graveyard And my baby's ain't never very well Well, now that you've heard my story Well, have another round of booze And if anyone should ever ask you I've got the St. James infirmary blues Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She can search this wide world over She'll never find another man like me Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be And she can search this wide world over She'll never find another man like me No she'll never find another man like me She'll never find another man like me
Epitath
When I ride When I ride, I ride I just gonna hunt you down When I fly, I fly I just gonna seek you down Sometimes may come You will get stung And I above Will fall on you my love Faster than a car Further than afar Higher than high above Will avenge from you my love One, two, three, dollars bills Will make you crawl The voice that you fear Inside you will growl Fires in the afternoon Will wash upon You like a waning moon And play you like a pawn When I ride, I ride I just want to hunt you down When I fly, I fly I just gonna fly you down And the end never comes For the one who is waiting You won't overcome A Venus flying Drown all your petticoats Slash your sheets with a knife Burning pleasure as I smash Every piece of your life Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better Melt your ink to my sweat Lime blade river I crush you like an insect Black velvet, black shiver When I ride, I ride I'm just gonna hunt you down When I fly, I fly I just gonna fly you down And the end never comes For the one who is waiting You won't overcome A Venus flying Reverse (From the poem "Anger" by Robert Creeley) It cannot be the same She waits in the one While the other moans in the hole In the floor, in the wall In and out, himself between them Stands empty And holding out his hands to both Now screaming As the shouting grows and grows Louder and louder With spaces of the same Open silence Yet watches on the edge of it As if she were Not to be pulled in A hand could stop him He is angry, his face grows As if a moon rose Of black light darkening As if life were black It is black It is an open hole of horror Of nothing as if As if not enough There is nothing History of Violence Now it's not what it seems I just can't start to say It was these evil days Of pain and fear Something was broke My skin hard like an oak My mind hard like an oak I got a history of violence It's not written on my face You wouldn't know it It's buried in my leather case I got a history of violence It's not written on my skin You couldn't see it It's a ripple in my grin Like the people of my kin And now it's not what it seems I just can't start to say It was these evil days Of pain and fear Something was broke My skin hard like an oak My mind hard like an oak Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better I got a history of silence The bruises and the sins Don't wash away It's not written in my name Like a ??? my skin Somthing that I've never shown Memories from a broken home The engine with no train Shame like a funny game The witness of the sin The scratches on my skin The moment I begin To runaway James Dean The shutter on the screen The curtain on the scene The arrow in the breast Weight inside the chest An erasble race With no traceable trace Satchel full of lies The devil in the eye It's not written on my grave It's not written on my grave It's not written on my grave You wouldn't know it I'm buried safe and well behaved I got a history of evil I got a history of evil I got a history of evil I Long Live The (D)evil It's time to go now On a very last flight We're invisble below these cloaks Made of night It's time to ride and follow The devilish knight To a place where we both know We won't ever need a fight And if the devil set me free Long live the devil And if the good becomes the bad Long live the evil Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better This story was set on fire By a man with no name A man who was never ever granted In peace nor fame And if the devil set me free Long live the devil And if the good becomes the bad Long live the evil But how evil is the man Oh how evil is the man Who can set us eternal I say how evil is the man Tell me how evil Can he be And as the flames grew higher Well he tried in vain To burn his own labour And the words still remain The devil set me free Long live the devil And if the good becomes the bad Long live the evil But how evil is the man Oh how evil is the man I say how evil is the man Who can set us eternal I say how evil is the man Tell me how evil Can he be Milena You lost your heart to a sand man You dreamed you'd be running hand in hand Oh Milena, oh Milena He was so bright, he burned his soul Paid the price, took the toll Oh, Milena And don't you wake the sleeping pharaohs They sleep so hard, they sleep so hard Now don't you wake the sleeping pharaohs They sleep so hard Stranger to those with an easy life Those who were born with an inmate soul Oh Milena, oh Milena Those who were chained to discipline Those who were trained to be a wife Oh Milena, oh Milena Too wise to die, too weak to stay For all I know he is gone He is gone, oh Milena He was so bright, he burned your glee And now you call him with this voice Oh Milena, strong like the sea Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better And don't you wake the sleeping pharaohs They sleep so hard, they sleep so hard Now don't you wake the sleeping pharaohs They sleep so hard Diamonds Never Die Yonder line of naked trees Yonder burn the thousand winds Blowing hidden things Diamonds never die Borderline of naked trees It is blowing from the sea Homeless scattered ash Swallows never crash Down below that line of trees There's a place where old friends meet River oh so sweet Never running dry Down below that line of trees There's a place where old friends meet River oh so sweet Never running dry All the years went up in smoke Sailing on the riverboat Down the river, down the stream Hanging on as in a dream All the time went down the drain Yet the song remained the same We grew wise and we grew mean It's all gone with the rain Yonder path of broken stones Stormy path of broken bones Yonder path of broken stones Stormy path of broken bones Leading to this shore Where we shall have to walk no more Have you found a place to rest Crossed your arms across your chest Will you stay for another day All the years went up in smoke Sailing on the riverboat Down the river, down the stream Hanging on as in a dream Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better All the time went down the drain And yet the song remained the same We grew wise and we grew mean It is all gone with the rain With the rain, with the rain With the rain Paper crawn on New Year's Eve Giggling sea is your name Drawing kings Won't ever be the same Borderline of naked trees It is blowing from the sea Homeless scattered ash Swallows never crash Ginger Joe Listen people and you will know The man who had it all and let it go Listen people and let us tell You how he rose and how he fell Ginger saw something he shouldn't have seen He turned into something he shouldn't have been He was a man who couldn't stand still Ginger was the one who struck the wrong deal Ginger Joe used to have a life Ginger Joe used to have a wife Ginger Joe gave it all away For a smoking gun on a rainy day Ginger Joe used to have a name Ginger Joe used to play the game Ginger Joe's slipping on a slope His life slinging on a rope Nothing will ever be the same Ginger Joe used to be a star Hey Ginger, hey Ginger Ginger Joe used to drive a car Hey Ginger, hey Ginger Ginger's life was a christmas Carroll Hey Ginger Ginger's feather's they are full of tar Hey Ginger Ginger Joe used to play the Lord Ginger is sleeping on a board Ginger Joe used to have a home With a Ginger dog sucking on a bone Ginger's life was nothing but a lie Ginger he didn't like the truth Ginger Joe wished he'd never die Ginger is paying for his youth Listen people and you will know The man who had it all and let it go Listen people and let us tell You how he rose and how he fell Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better Ginger saw something he shouldn't have seen He turned into something he shouldn't have been He was a man who couldn't stand still Ginger was the one who struck the wrong deal May Be a Little Lie I kept my hands in my pocket because of the cold There's things you never forget even though you grow old It's a hush, don't you say it The rest of hope I got you might kill it Well maybe you're right, and maybe I'm wrong and maybe it's both Well maybe you're in love and maybe you hate planes and maybe it's both And maybe you're cold and maybe I'm cool and maybe I'm not And nobody knew how ill I was now that I'm cured thanks to the sun In the dark my dream was real in the light I was waiting for the night to come back again Now that I'm old Did you ever believe the lies that you told It's a hush, don't you say it The rest of hope I got you might kill it Don't let me fall Hold me from falling I need relief And how could I know, how could I know nobody knows Will I moan now I know maybe it's both And maybe it's cool and maybe it's not and maybe it's both Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better Come one, come on won't you tell me a little lie Come one, come on won't you tell me a little lie Across from My Window Across from my windows are windows Where once there was sky Rows and rows of eyes That are yellow and cold And dark and hollow but always always blind Like everything else we lose our name Coal turns to ashes and ashes choke the flame One thousand faces on Tverskaïa I had yellow flowers and black suede bows I knew he was coming, the master Love caught us like a murderer Hit us like a finnish knife on this very very day of May Hit us like a finnish knife on this very very day of May Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better I had a man I was his secret wife I had a man I was his secret wife His book became my life Pusblisher shut him up Master gave it up He grew afraid of the octopus Heading straight for his heart Heading straight for his heart Across from my windows are windows Where once there was sky Rows and rows and rows of eyes That are yellow and cold And dark and hollow That are yellow and cold And dark and hollow Yellow and cold And dark and hollow But always blind But always always blind G.I. Jesus G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus today G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus hurray He's a desperate little man Running round town Preaching bullying smashing kicking his way G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus today Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better Oh he's a funny little man running round town Lecturing, teaching, humans and hounds G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus today He calls himself the saviour He calls himself the chosen He acts in the name of God He acts for the sins of man He says that he will help you He says that he will save you But he's helping himself to Mountains gold stars moons water and land G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus today G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus hurray He's been taught to tell you what to do Why, how, who, where and when Beware to those who don't follow They'll end up in a damn He's so proud, so should you To have him to save In the name of his God He can act very odd They say the grass is greener On the other side They say some things are good And other ones are bad They say that he will help They say that he will save you But ain't that enough, ain't that enough To drive you, drive you mad G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus today G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus hurray Well I can be your dad You my little tad G.I. Jesus today No need to be sad Just smile and be glad for G.I. Jesus today G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus, G.I. Jesus today Put you to sleep Lead you lost sheep G.I. Jesus hurray Back In Town I'm sick and stuck here I woke up in the middle of the night And got up in a rush of blood Splattering myself in the fight And I crawl to the ground ANd I crawl for fear of the drown It's my own little war The one I'm ready to wage So don't stand in the way If you don't want to get hurt My baby and me We're having more than just a flirt Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better My baby's back in town I can feel his roaming around Well my baby's back in town I'm moving ??? I think I'm kissing the sink And sickness is a sticking my insides I'm seeking a kick from the thickness of the quicksands In which I dive I'm sick I'm sucking on a pill A sweet and sour lick of salt I know I'm hooked but I'd kill Anyone who sayd it's my fault I see his skinny silhouette In the distance I can hear his call My soul is no longer a home Since my baby came and took it all So don't stand in the way If you don't want to get hurt My baby and me We're having more than just a flirt My baby's back in town I can feel his roaming around My baby's back in town There's no more fooling around Mess around, mess around Mess around, mess around Fire fire Fire, fire The start of the rythm Turn, turn Burn all the sacrifices All the leftovers Burn the rest of my life My hangover My sadness, my redness, my darkness My loneliness My nakedness, my weakness, my loneliness My emptiness Oh fire, fire The end of everything Burn, burn Oh fire, fire The start of the rythm Turn, turn Fate had decided we'd be husband and wife Till the end of the line We were meant for each other They killed us together We drank the poisoned wine Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better Oh life is a lie We would fly through the fire Burn, burn Life is a lie He will fly through the fire Turn, turn Fire, fire The start of everything Burn, burn Desire, desire The start of the rythm Burn, burn Fire, fire The start of everything Burn, burn Desire, desire The start of the rythm Burn, burn Burn, burn Burn, burn Long is the Night Long is the night Long as the shame of the man Who can't manage to die long Under the lamppost his naked eye swing And his eye, blind with the breath of Gin And the smell of a blond girl's wet flesh under his nails Oh God, how long is the night Must they drag the sky away Let the earth not lead me on Must they drag the sky away And lay me long in stillness Long in stillness for night Oh how long is the night Deliver me from this night It happened on a Friday My life ran on with fasting The air oozed vapours of lemon And the fishbone stuck into my craw When out of the gutted fish I lifted A ring which cast for at the time of my birth Feel in the river of night Feel in the river of night Where it sank I threw it back to the night Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better Must they drag the sky away Let the earth not lead me on Must they drag the sky away And lay me long in stillness Long in stillness for night Oh how long is the night Deliver me from this night
Epiphany
Pine Trees I like to see the trees bow As they are caught by the streaming Bus I'm riding on Temples disappear Behind fenceless fields Milk trucks Pine trees Dropping something and waking up Green, green, green, green, green Sailing through sadness Sad through sails Sailing through sadness Sad through sails All through no stop, no sign, no nothing All through no stop, no sign, no nothing I like to see The red bricks oxygen and cliff Behind the steaming temple I'm hiding on Waking up something Dropping some pines trees and truck mails From the fields Green, green, green, green, green Sailing through sadness Sad through sails Sailing through sadness Sad through sails All through no stop, no sign, no nothing All through no stop, no sign, no nothing Laurent's burning blues You saw the lights on the last floor click You dropped dead when the siren spoke You're as crazy as I You're as crazy as I You got crazy eyes You told me this ain't no joke You want to see me lying on a rope You're as fast as I You're as fast as I You got fast desire You want to blame the stars You once lived like a czar Every time the last thing I did will be the last thing I do Every time the last thing I did will be the last thing I do Everybody's gotta go someday Every ghost's got a somebody Everybody's gotta go someday Everybody's got a ghost someday Everybody's got a ghost Everybody's got a ghost someday Everybody's got a ghost someday Everybody's got a ghost someday Everybody's got a ghost someday Everybody's got a ghost someday Everybody's got a ghost someday Everybody's got a ghost someday Electric Soda I'm waiting for the storm Beyond a field I took out my shield And I don't intend to yield A year has passed since the storm stopped in lie for my soul It's one mile away now and getting closer to call My trust is starting to rust My bust has lost its lust I'm ready to take the road with my electric soda I'll live quietly It won't be easy Hear the crystals answer to my call I'll grab everything on my way My hunger has no ending From the forest to the valley I'll devour from the cloud I'm driving And there is no one to blame I'm just writing on my name Live quietly and stand Be ready to face the end I am dead No more drama Don't be afraid 'Cause I don't see Any God in this place And I am dead One more thing That I must tell There is no heaven There is no hell And I am dead Well don't you look at me this way And all of you You don't know that maybe You are dead too Like I Am dead That's right We are all dead A-C At four o' clock in the morning I lay on my back on my bed The car and truck and bus and motorcycle Rejoiced up the speedway Below the double-glaz window The hands on my chest were clasped The heels of my feet were joined The toes turned outward A knight on his tomb A tomb on its knight Somewhere Somewhere, somewhere Somwhere beyond the bedroom door Our white-bibbed tiger cat purred Somewhere, somewhere Somwhere beyond the bedroom door Our white-bibbed tiger cat purred Gin Trap You've been walking inside me You've been walking through my city Will you tell me what you found Was it blue or was it yellow And don't you ever forget That there's a price to pay For those who knows the way I never gave you the key To those doors you came in Throw it out the window I went to work the other day Went straight to my box Someone had changed the locks Big merger acquisition Boss called me up on the intercom and said "Rosemary, we're having very serious financial difficulties And the shareholders are very angry And unfortunatly we've had to let go a few of our dear employees You've been very tired recently Rosemary and You're fired!" So I packed up all my stuff And I walked desperately through the meeting room And I saw that girl who looked just like me She was wearing the same purple outfit Same glassed on her face When I realized she'd taken my place I broke into a fit So I threw it all out the window I threw it all out the window The computers and the posters And the calendars and the telephones The gym broom and the boss The fake walls and the secretaries And their diet slim fast And the shops and obligations and actions And all the stock options Palp pilots and all the laptops The cases, the chairmen, the fake green plant Coffee break machine, plastic sleeves all out the window Paperclips eraser dead scare screens and paper shredder I was very tired When I got back home The keys were inside So I knocked up on my door And another girl was there She said "well, how are you" I said "Who you are" She was acting just like me And she was wearing one of my dresses And had my little pair of pink summer shoes on her feet She was drinking in my glass Sitting in my chair Laying on my bed Kissing my boyfriend And he said "Rosemary, she's just a friend of mine" So I threw it all out the window I threw it all out the window The spoons, the furniture, the pictures and the broom and everything The bed, the sheets, the floating laundry, the shoes of course And the scarves, the dresses, the seek and hide whispers And all of the lies Bandit Girl Bandit girl I'm a sharpshooter Half-dagger in the night Got a twenty-four round my waist I come from the mountain I'm the daughter of Rosa Palm and Jesse James I'm coming into town with my horse They're all afraid behind their counters 'Cause I'm a bandit girl Yes I'm a bandit girl Being a bandit girl wasn't always easy But I ain't got time to be a sissy Now if you're on my way Follow me or some music you have to play i don't need no car I don't need no TV I don't need no radio Except if they play my song Bandit girl Yes I'm a bandit girl Yeah I was born in a victorian house Used to hideon roofts and climbing trees They married me to a forty six year old bank clerk When I was twelve I stabbled him in the back on my honeymoon I don't need no house I don't need no car I don't need no taxes I don't pay for no war I'm gonna tell everyone you know That I'm a bandit girl Tell them I'm coming into town Just to show you who I am Yes I'm a bandit girl Yes I'm a bandit girl Yeah, the bandit girl Oh, the bandit girl
Gary Charley Frozen In Ice I was looking for some company I was looking for a friend I walked through tucs on and met Gary Charley Together we rode the dangerous bends We cried all through the night And later we got into a fight The early morning came the satin So I sang a lonely tune Until the spring sun hit noon On sunday night we walked into another fight In a bar cafe called the bus cafe It was somebody's birthday and Gary Charley on my left Left the bar Corona Breath They found him the next morning Lying cold on the frozen river Covered by snow Swallow You I tried so hard to swallow you I tried so hard to follow you You ain't nothing but a hound dog Nothing but a stupid hound dog I like to walk with my yellow Yellow moving I tried so hard to forget all about you Try to think about What could bring me out I just hate all of the world I just hate to see you Fucking all these girls I tried so hard I tried so hard Why don'tn, why don't you just I won't ever come back Try to think of all Snowmen's way So Karl Marx, Father O'Riley, the nun and I Catch the evening train whose conductor was Thai The young rider from the samovar Serves us ukrainian chai Charcoal steam rose from the engine And the train took to the sky At dawn we reached the tundra That looked like the black hills The north wind was blowing strong And gave us the chills The writer, his name was Karpov, said "It's time to pray" And we're standing and it starts to snow And we're standing and it starts to snow And we lay, and we lay, and we lay, and we lay, and we lay Our lips turn blue And we lay, and we lay, and we lay, and we lay, and we lay snowmen's land Fly me to the snowmen's land Fly me to this no-man's land Fly me to the snowmen's land Little snowbells went rolling down the mountain Nothern lights shone like a roman fountain In the middle of a crater I'm cold and I cry We must think the snowmen's way And a miracle took place Spreading on my face Snowmen rose off the land And we said, and we said, and we said, and we said, and we said We want to live in the snowmen's way And we say, and we say, and we say, and we say, and we say
Sleepy Blood I must have sleepy blood Everytime I lay down I crash Into deep frozen sleep I must have sleepy blood I must have tone-deaf blood When I try to remember that song It never comes but in heaps I must have tone-deaf blood I must have shootable blood Blood that don't mean nothing I must have mosquito blood Blood that travels from a man to another I must have blue precious blood I speak up and leave I speak up and leave I must have blue precious blood
Non Albums Tracks
Bacon
( Live ) A streetcar with beads Leads to my comfortable roach Moon stuck I’m out of luck Underneath my roasted couch Oh won't you come and see me I’m not too far Oh won't you come and see me I’m not too far All the time I was desire in the name All the time I was on the wire in between the towers All the time I was desire in your name Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin A line of cabbies Bees fast asleep Looking for smalls Hoping not to miss your call I want you come and see me I’m not too far I want you come and see me I’m not too far All the time I was desire in the name All the time I was on the wire in between the towers All the time I was desire in your name Rest I was assured in my pouch Rest I was assured underneath my roasted couch I want you come and see me All the time I was desire in the name All the time I was on the wire in between the towers All the time I was desire in your name
Chocolate Jesus ( Tom Waits Cover / Live ) Don't go to church on Sunday Don't get on my knees and pray Don't readthe books of the Bible I got my own special way I know Jesus loves me Maybe just a little bit more And I get on my knees on Sunday At Zerelda Lee's candy store Got to be a chocolate Jesus Makes me feel so good inside Got to be the chocolate Jesus To keep me satisfied I don't want no Abba Zabba I don't want no Almond Joy There ain't nothing better Suitable for this guy Oh I know Jesus loves me Maybe just a little bit more And I know the chocolate Jesus Would satisfy my soul Got to be a chocolate Jesus Makes me feel so good inside Got to be the chocolate Jesus To keep me satisfied When the weather gets rough And there's whiskey in the shade It's best to wrap your savior Up in cellophane He flows like the big muddy But that's ok So pour him over ice cream For a nice parfait Got to be a chocolate Jesus Makes me feel so good inside Got to be the chocolate Jesus To keep me satisfied Got to be a chocolate Jesus Makes me feel so good inside Got to be the chocolate Jesus To keep me satisfied
Corpus Christi Carol ( Benjamin Britten / Live Basilique St Joseph, Paris ) He bear him off, he bear him down He bear him into an orchard ground Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away On this bed there lyeth a knight His wound is bleeding day and night And beneath that bed kneeleth a maid And she weepeth both night and day Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away Beneath that bed kneeleth a stone Corpus christi written thereon Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away
Crimson Singer
( Live & Gee Whiz... LP Hidden Track ) I am a Crimson Singer And I sing till the sun goes down I ride on the same old train And I sing, and I sing Can't stand your blinding silence I'm no hopeless looser I just beg for a bit of your time I don't need your monkey money Not even a dime Oh won't you call me "honey" I am the unknown senior The one who knows the end of the story Until the ride is over I shall call your glory Love you more than ever
Dernière Chance (Birds on a Wire OST) Qu'as-tu fais de ta jeunesse Tes souvenirs, tes beaux jours Tu as trahis tes promesses Disparues au petit jour Quand as-tu appris à faire semblant Rangé tes rêves, tes couleurs Tu les as cachés tes pleurs derrière un sourire noir et blanc Il était bleu, le temps de l'amour Cobalt, canard, pétrole ou velours Il était rouge, le temps des toujours toujours Pivoine, carmin, Rose du Luxembourg Vite le passé te rattrape Il est à la porte et frappe Le train n'attendra pas Tu peux le fuir mais tu restes Espoir que la joie renaisse Viens, danse avec moi Il était bleu, le temps de l'amour Cobalt, canard, pétrole ou velours Il était rouge, le temps des toujours toujours Pivoine, carmin, Rose du Luxembourg Vite le passé te rattrape Il est à la porte et frappe Le train n'attendra pas Tu peux le fuir mais tu restes Espoir que la joie renaisse Une dernière fois Enjoy The Silence ( Depeche Mode cover / Live ) Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing in Into my little world Painful to me Pierce right through me Can’t you understand Oh my little girl All I ever wanted All I ever needed Is here in my arms Words are very unnecessary They can only do harm Vows are spoken To be broken Feelings are intense Words are trivial Pleasures remain So does the pain Words are meaningless And forgettable All I ever wanted All I ever needed Is here in my arms Words are very unnecessary They can only do harm
*** Thanx a lot to Jose for this one ***
Every Night (Moriarty Meets Mama Rosin EP) Every night I hope and pray Well let your loving baby We'll come away I go to sleep With one thought on my mind I love you baby yeah And I'm gonna make you mine Oh I'm gonna make you mine well no matter what you do I'm gonna love you baby So you'll like my love is true I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake I love you woman You know just what you're gonna do You got to show me that you love me You got to prove your love is true But if you ever leave me Don't ever come again 'Cause if you do leave me I want this misery to end I'm gonna love you Gonna love you all the time I'm gonna love you pretty baby And I'm gonna make you mine Oh I'm gonna make you mine No matter what you do Gonna love you pretty baby So you'll like my love is true
I'm gonna make you mine No matter what you do I'm gonna love you pretty baby So you'll like my love is true
Hanoï Blue ( Live ) The first time we met in a poolroom bar We were dressed both the same We looked like twins You knelt down and invited me to dance We started to walk in the dark And we danced in the night We danced on the beach We danced on the sand We danced in the moonlight Up to the North I was walking in the street When a queer feeling started grabbing me When I saw you coming up to me Like a serendipity And we danced on the street We danced by the river We danced on the bridge We danced on the harbour The last time I saw you You were sitting on your suitcase Waiting for the train I was about to take When we realized We had the closest seats We decided to dance on the train
Ramblin' Man ( Hank Williams Cover / Live ) I can settle down and be doing just fine Til I hear an old train rolling down the line Then I hurry home straight and pack And if I didn't go I believe I'd blow my stack I love you baby But you gotta understand When the lord made me He made a ramblin' man Some folks might say that I'm no good That I wouldn't settle down even if I could Let me travel this land from the mountains to the sea 'Cause that's the life I believe he meant for me Oh when I'm gone and at my grave you stand Just say God called home your ramblin man I love to see the towns a-passin' by And to ride these rails neath God's blue sky Let me travel this land from the mountains to the sea 'Cause it's the life I believe he meant for me Oh I love you baby But you gotta understand When the lord made me He made a ramblin' man I can settle down and be doing just fine Til I hear an old train rolling down the line Then I hurry home straight and pack And if I didn't go I believe I'd blow my stack Oh I love you baby But you gotta understand When the lord made me He made a ramblin' man
La Chanson De Margaret (Mac Orlan/Marceau / Live) C'est rue de la Crique que j'ai fait mes classes Au Havre dans un bar tenu par Chloé C'est à Tampico qu'au fond d'une impasse J'ai donné un sens à ma destinée On dit que l'argent c'est bien inodore Le Pétrole est là pour vous démentir Et à Tampico quand ça s'évapore Le passé revient qui vous fait vomir Oui j'ai laissé là mes joues innocentes Oui à Tampico je me suis défleurie Je n'étais alors qu'une adolescente Beaucoup trop sensible à des tas d'profits Les combinaisons ne sont pas toujours bonnes Comme une vraie souris j'ai fait des dollars Dans ce sale pays où l'air empoisonne La marijuana vous fout le cafard On m'encourageait j'en voyais de drôles Je vidais mon verre en fermant les yeux Quand j'avais fait le plein j'voyais le pactole Et les connaisseurs trouvaient ça curieux Une fille de vingt ans, c'est pour la romance Et mes agréments semblaient éternels Quand par-ci par-là quelques dissonances M'en ont mis un coup dans mon arc-en-ciel C'est là que j'ai laissé derrière les bouteilles Le très petit lot de mes petites vertus Un damné matelot qui n'aimait que l'oseille M'en a tant fait voir que je me reconnais plus Oui, il m'a fait voir le ciel du Mexique Et m'a balancée par un beau printemps Parmi les cactus, dans le décor classique Où le soleil vous tue comme à bout portant Un cock shangaïé, un soir de folie A pris mon avenir comme un beau cadeau Il m'a dit "petite, il faut qu'on se marie Tu seras la fleur d'un joli bistrot De tels boniments démolissent une femme Je voyais déjà derrière mon comptoir Les flics de couleur me disaient "Madame" Bref, je gambergeais du matin au soir Mon Dieu ramenez moi dans ma belle enfance Quartier Saint François, au bassin du roi Mon Dieu rendez-moi un peu d'innocence Et l'odeur des quais quand il faisait froid Faites moi revoir les neiges exquises La pluie sur Sanvic qui luit sur les toits La ronde des gosses autour de l'église Mon premier baiser sur les chevaux de bois
Nobody Home (Live) There's nobody home I am on my own There's nobody home I am all alone There's nobody home I am on my own
Wayfaring Stranger
( Live ) I am a poor wayfaring stranger A-traveling through this land of woe And there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright world to which I go I'm going home to meet my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home I know dark clouds will gather around me I know my way is rough and steep But beauteous fields lie just beyond me Where souls redeemed their vigil keep Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin I'm going home to meet my father I'm going home no more to roam I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home