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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)


The Missing Room
- 2011-04-26 -



I will do
Isabella
Clementine
Where is the light
Beasty Jane
Serial fields
How many tides
(after Sean Sellers)
[ ] (Instrumental)
Decaf'
Julie Gold's candy cane tale
Mah-jong
The dark line in the middle of hope
Roboto Hoshii

Fugitives
- 2013-10-14 -



Candyman
Buffalo Skinners
Matty Groves
Matin Pas En Mai
Ramblin’ Man
Little Sadie
Pretty Boy Floyd
Moonshiner
Down in the Willow Garden
Belle
The Dying Crapshooter Blues
Saint James Infirmary

Epitath
- 2015-04-13 -


 
When I Ride
Reverse
History of Violence
Long Live the (D)Evil
Milena
Diamonds Never Die
Ginger Joe
May Be a Little Lie
Across from My Window
G.I. Jesus
Back in Town
Fire Fire
Long Is the Night

Non Albums Tracks
- Misc -

Bacon
Chocolate Jesus
Corpus Christi Carol
Crimson Singer
Enjoy the silence
Every Night
Hanoï Blue
Wayfaring Stranger


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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

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

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

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

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