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The Promise of Love
02:38
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I wish you never touched my hand
I wish you never kissed my mouth
'cause I was pretty happy go lucking along
now everybody else's kisses taste wrong.
I wish you never saw how hungry I am
I wish you didn't know how limp I can go
it takes a lot to stand upright in this world
and there's nothing that can bring me so low
as the promise of love, the promise of love, the promise of love, the promise of love.
I wish I wasn't such a silly kid who thought
something as little as a kiss meant such a lot
it seems no matter how much wiser I become
my heart is still a gangster:
bang bang, here he comes
pow pow he's got me now,
there's nowhere to run, I'm going down
for a week or so, for a month or two, for a year or more I'm sure
every man I see coming down the avenue,
I'm gonna think that he's you. I'm gonna think that he's you. Gonna think that he's you. Gonna think that he's you.
And I'm dreaming of strawberries rotting on the plant
not for want of being wanted. Not for want of being wanted.
What a waste of so much sweetness and delight
so many people lying lonely in the night.
Not for want of being wanted. Not for want of being wanted.
Not for want of being wanted. Just haunted
by the promise of love, the promise of love, the promise of love, the promise of love.
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My Heart Wants to Speak
01:16
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My heart wants to speak to your heart
must I use my lungs and tongue to do this holy mission?
oh it makes me shake and shiver
and wonder whether they'll deliver
all that my heart wants to say to your heart.
And people say a heart can be broken
as if it were a pitcher, rather than a river or an ocean.
And people try and try and try and try and try and try to say just one thing.
But words will never reach it, because it is above them.
My heart wants to speak to your heart
must I use my lungs and tongue to do this holy mission?
oh it makes me shake and shiver
and wonder whether they'll deliver
all that my heart wants to say to your heart.
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3. |
I'm Still in Love
02:20
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I'm still in love with everyone I ever loved
with everyone who ever took their mask off for me
in that dark cavern, by that dark river, where there was only me
for a while there were two of us, and with Guadeloupe there were three.
I'm still in love with everyone I ever loved
with everyone who ever brought me down
with those beaches where I almost drowned
where I had to claw for air, where I had to fight like a bastard
as the waves crashed over me.
I'm still in love with everyone I ever loved
with everyone who ever lifted me up
with a word or a look or a cup of tea
or a boiled egg in the morning. Oh I was lost but now I see.
I'm still in love with everyone I ever loved
with everyone who ever took their mask off for me
in that dark cavern, by that dark river, where there was only me
for a while there were two of us, and with Guadeloupe there were three.
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4. |
Outrun Heartbreak
03:07
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You can't outrun heartbreak
it will catch up to you
this country has some fine fast highways
but love has its ways too.
The milky waters of Lake Ontario ripple our from Rochester to Canada
and you're a long long way girl from where you started out on Monday
but you can see his face plain as dawn, clear as glass, close as though its painted on.
And you can hear his voice soft and low, speaking just as though you never parted.
And you knew this all before you started but you had to
try to outrun heartbreak
and it's caught up to you
you took off on a fine fast highway
and now you're feeling
now you're feeling
now you're feeling
now you're feeling
Put up your hands, put up your hands
Put up your hands, put up your hands
Lay down your arms, lay down your arms
Lay down your arms, lay down your arms
Lay down your arms, lay down your arms.
Cause you can't outrun heartbreak
it will catch up to you
this country has some fine fast highways
but love has its ways.
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5. |
Rosy-Fingered Dawn
02:46
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You were my rosy fingered dawn
you were the beetle in my breast
rolling the orb from east to west
You were my rosy fingered dawn
you were the beetle in my breast.
Lightly love lands, swiftly it flies.
I see your face when I close my eyes
I see your face when I close my eyes.
How can I stand the caw of the crow,
when I have heard the morning lark sing?
Yes and how can I go to bed with the baker when I've had the king?
Yes and how will they keep me down on the farm now that I've seen Paris?
How can I seek another prize?
I see your face when I close my eyes
I see your face when I close my eyes.
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6. |
The Lion's Mouth
02:23
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The weight and heat that turn, in time, the peat to coal
have come to call upon us three.
Have come to rob comradery of what was light and sweet and free
and change our easy ways to chains
my heart is in,
your heart is in
his heart is in.
We each have a hand in the lion's mouth
alliances leave someone out
and you or I or he will shout when falls the jaw
I have no desparation left,
even my groans grow old and deaf.
Hephaestus himself could not have knit a net so thick with pits as this
the one my heart is in,
your heart is in
his heart is in.
The three and the two are a dangerous mix
for which I fear there is no fix
you can gather paper and pick up sticks
but the fire you try to control will quicken
the flames will lick, and the soul will sicken
but comfort frient: the ashes are angels
that soften the bed of sorrow
my heart is in,
your heart is in
his heart is in.
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7. |
Don't you Dare
01:02
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Don't you dare look at me that way
you'll make me wonder if you really care
so don't you dare ask me to stay the night
or I'll cover you in kisses bright, give you my love so fine and rare
Don't you dare.
And it the morning we'll drink coffee
and you'll smoke a cigarette
you will have spent a dozen pleasant hours
that you'll so easily forget
and at the moment when we part
I'll have a newly broken heart.
And that's a truly broken heart.
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What the hell, Jack Kredell
What the hell, Jack Kredell
What the hell, Jack Kredell
Your sister said you'd take me fishing
what was she even thinking?
What the hell, Grace Kredell
What the hell, Grace Kredell
What the hell, Grace Kredell
You're too sad to take me fishing, Jack Kredell.
You're too sad to take me fishing, Jack Kredell.
What the hell, Jack Kredell
What the hell, Jack Kredell
What the hell, Jack Kredell
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9. |
The Things You Make
01:24
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The things you make stick around for such a long time
give you strength even when they are dozing in the dark
you live in one and the same room forever: you can't move
they move too.
The things you fake stick around for a long time too
and every time you weaken, they laugh at you,
laugh at you, laugh at you, laugh at you, laugh at you.
you live in one and the same room forever: you can't move
they move too.
The things you make stick around for such a long time
give you strength even when they are dozing in the dark
you live in one and the same room forever: you can't move
they move too.
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10. |
These City Dolls
02:38
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These city dolls, do delicate won't hurt a fly
these city dolls, such gentlemen,
they'll lay a woman low and not bat an eye.
Next time I'm gonna fall in love with a hunter or a fisherman.
Warm blood, and fur, these are things a hunter understands.
These city dolls, so brilliant, look at them write.
This one is polishing his exegesis, that one is writing
his doctoral thesis.
Next time I'm gonna fall in love with a hunter or a fisherman.
An animal bleeding out, scared and in pain:
this is a thing a fisherman can name.
An animal bleeding out, scared and in pain:
here I sit on a downtown train.
Next time I'm gonna fall in love with a hunter or a fisherman.
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11. |
Family of Clouds
02:52
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Here inside my family of clouds
high over the mountain dry and brown and parched with drought
there's a lullaby feeling,
a lullaby feeling.
And I know that it's rare, and I know that it's real
and I know that it's only ours until
when we change into rain again,
oh the pain again, ahhhhh.
Here inside my family of clouds
high over the mountain dry and brown and parched with drought
there's a lullaby feeling,
a lullaby feeling.
And I know that it's rare, and I know that it's real
and I know that it's only ours until
when we change into rain again,
oh the pain again, ahhhhh.
Here inside my family of clouds
high over the mountain dry and brown and parched with drought
there's a lullaby feeling,
a lullaby feeling.
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