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Woke up this morning at 11:11
Wasn't in Portand and I wasn't in heaven
Could have been either by the way I was feeling
But I was alive, I was alive
Woke up this morning at 11:11
John was half-naked and Lulu was crying
Over a baby that will never go crazy
And I was alive and kicking

A bit of you the only drug I must abuse
A bit of you is the only substance I cannot refuse
When I walk on Spring
Beneath the stench a bit of you is all I smell
Upon the shelves a bit of you I ask "they sell?"
When I walk on Spring

Cause there ain't no style

Words are flowing out like
endless rain into a paper cup
they slither wildly as they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting through my opened mind
possessing and caressing me.

Jai Guru Deva. Om

Agnus dei
Agnus dei
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Agnus dei
Agnus dei
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Dona nobis pacem
Dona nobis pacem

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Oh, what a shame that your pockets did bleed on St.Valentine’s
And you sat in a chair thinking:
“Boy, I’m such a prince!”
Well life’s a train that goes from February on day by day
But it’s making a stop on April first.

And you will believe in love
And all that it’s supposed to be.

If you’re running from your doorstep
And you don’t know where to go to
Drinking rosé in the rain
Or listening to the same song over and over again
If you’re lost on a strange path
Needing a gate to turn into
Far from the sun
Or listening to someone happier than yourself

Choking on my bitter tears •
My bitter tears •
Only thing I don’t fears you •
Don’t want you to see my tears •
My bitter tears •
Only thing I fear is my tears
Heavens how it’s going to rain •

California, California
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
Big time rollers, part time models
So much to plunder
That I think I'll sleep instead

I don't know this sea of neon
Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon

Candles

I tried to do all that I can •
But the churches have run out of candles •
I tried to give you all I own •
But the bankers have run out of loaners •
It’s always just that little bit more •
That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for •

Cigarettes and chocolate milk
These are just a couple of my cravings
Everything it seems I likes a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me

If I should buy jellybeans
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems I likes a little bit sweeter

La lune trop bleme pose un diademe sur tes cheveux roux
La lune trop rousse de gloire eclabousse ton jupon plein d'trous
La lune trop pale caresse l'opale de tes yeux blases
Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur brise

Chorus:
The stairways up to la butte
Can make the wreched sigh

Maybe I'll believe in you
The future of my understanding of love
Many a time I've before
Before I've many a time
Knocked a stranger's door
Discretion hardly I'm known for
Probably has nothing to, nothing at all in the world to do with you
Just your lower lip on the floor

Will you forever be a damsel in distress?
Will you forever be a harbinger of loneliness?
Yes, I remember smiles
Yes, I remember wiles
Behind the Square of Sloan
Under the English moon within the Chelsea sky
Will you forever be wandering the wall
Looking for what you see?

No matter how strong
I'm gonna take you down
With one little stone
I'm gonna break you down
And see what you're worth
What you're really worth to me

Dinner at eight was okay

Do I disappoint you, in just being human?
And not one of the elements, that you can light your cigar on
Why does it always have to be fire?
Why does it always have to be brimstone?
Desire
Cool this body down

Do I disappoint you, in just being lonely?

Waiting to cross the rubicon
Wondering what side I'm on
What are these visions of me as a young man?
With one arm pointed, and the other arm holding your hand

Needing a plan to keep you near
Blowing a horn, so you can hear
If it was only my love and devotion

He will then be reborn
From 1970's porn
Wearing tubesocks with style
And such an innocent smile

Better pray for your sins
Better pray for your sins
'Cuz the gay messiah's coming

Thank you for this bitter knowledge
Guardian angels who left me stranded
It was worth it, feeling abandoned
Makes one hardened but what has happened to love
You got me writing lyrics on postcards
Then in the evenings, looking at the stars
But the brightest of the planets is Mars
What has happened to love?

I'm going to a town that has already been burned down
I'm going to a place that is already been disgraced
I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down.
I'm so tired of America

I'm gonna make it up for all of the Sunday Times
I'm gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
They never really seem to want to tell the truth

Honey I'm a roller concrete clover
Tadzio, Tadzio

Arm wrestle your mother
Simply over
Tadzio, over you

But beware my heart can be a pin

I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That david played and it pleased the lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah
Hallelujah

Я слышу тайный звукоряд.
Давид играет, Царь так рад.
"Ну что тебе до музыки?" - спрошу я.
Один аккорд,
Другой аккорд,
Упал минор, взлетел мажор,
И царь поёт в восторге: Аллилуйя!

Hankering (Last Cup of Coffee)

"I got a hankering something's gonna happen
I may be wrong, but then again I may be right
There must be a reason that I have been hanging 'round
For so long in this goddamn café all night

Oh, I've sat and flipped yesterday's news,

If a person should ever like a person
Then a person should like you
Being that I'm only just a person
What would you do?

If a person should ever like a person
Then a person should like me
Being that you're only just a person

All you preachers

Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,

Let me tell you there are a lot of features

Of the dance that carry you through

I'm going to a town that has already been burned down
I'm going to a place that is already been disgraced
I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down.
I'm so tired of America

I'm gonna make it up for all of the Sunday Times
I'm gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
They never really seem to want to tell the truth

Every kind of love
Or at least my kind of love
Must be an imaginary love to start with
Guess that can explain the rain waiting walking game
Schubert bust my brain to start with

Cause every kind of love
Or at least my kind of love

Get me new faces, new faces, I'm tired of the old ones
Played aces, lost cases, my place is fine let the bulls run there's one
Little Lord Bosie cut from the daisy chain
Plain to see Little Lord Bosie and to suppose he's heading for Hades
I know the way, birds and the bees, no need to say please
Because I'm in with the ladies

First must get Mustang just dust won't go bang with the grand dame, dang!

Written by Seth Swirsky
from "Bid Daddy" soundtrack

I don't want somebody to love me
Just give me sex whenever I want it
'Cause all I ask for is instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure

I keep thinking that you are going to change
I keep thinking that you are going to rearrange
But I’m a fool to think something so impossible
You ain’t ever gonna change
You ain’t ever gonna change
Oh no, Jericho
Until I blow

La lune trop bleme pose un diademe sur tes cheveux roux
La lune trop rousse de gloire eclabousse ton jupon plein d'trous
La lune trop pale caresse l'opale de tes yeux blases
Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur brise

Chorus:
The stairways up to la butte
Can make the wreched sigh

I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I'll see you
I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I need to
So I'm leaving for Paris, won't you try to take care of yourself?
Just you try to take care of yourself, 'cause I'm leaving
Yes, I'm leaving for Paris

I pray you won't follow through the crooked streets behind me
I pray you won't follow, like so many who I've roamed there

Little sister come and sit beside me, beside me
And we'll play a tune on this old piano, forte
Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while
'Til your hair becomes a powdered wig
And I become a total bastard
Feet that hardly reach the pedal
Sewn to a tremendous shadow

Martha it's your brother calling
Time to go up north and see mother,
Things are harder for her now
And neither of us is really that much older than each other
Anymore

Martha it's your brother calling
Have you had a chance to see father?

This is the day, the day of the death, the death of the matinee idol
Still so beautiful as the angels, as the angels came down from on high

So sweet and so soft, so charmingly daft
So young was the matinee idol
Lips of crimson slightly open, as the flash and all fame put to rest

Walk, walk along that wall

Me and Liza, Liza and I
Famous 'til the day that we die
Mama made it so hard to try
Me and Liza Liza and I
Daddy writing unanswered love letters, why?
Come on, Liza give me a try
Blowing on the embers of fame
Burning down the house of your name

Never thought of Hades
Under the Mississippi
But still I've come to sing for him
So southern furies
Prepare to walk for my harp
I have strung, and I will leave with him
Relax the cogs of rhyme
Over the Memphis sky

Behold the way our fine feathered friend,
His virtue doth parade
Thou knowest not, my dim-witted friend
The picture thou hast made
Thy vacant brow, and thy tousled hair
Conceal thy good intent
Thou noble upright truthful sincere,
And slightly dopey gent

I'm not ready to love
I'm not ready for peace
I'm giving up the dove to the beast
I'm not ready to surrender to another glove murderer

I'm not ready to love
I'm not ready to to fly
I'm giving up belief in the sky

Men reading fashion magazines
Oh what a world
It seems we live in
Straight man
Oh what a world
We live in

Why am I always on a plane or a fast train

People will know when they see this show
The kind of a guy I am
They'll recognize just what I stand for and what I just can't stand
They'll perceive what I believe in
And what I know is true
And they'll recognize I'm a one man guy
Always was through and through

I'm outta the game
I've been out for a long time now
I'm lookin' for something
Can't be found on the main drain, no
I'm out of the game
I've been out for a long time now
I'm looking for something
Can't be found on the main drain no,

Is true love a trip to Chinatown
Or being held in one's opium gaze
Under the peach trees
There I'll sit and wait

Is true love a long walk through Bryant park
Or being held in the month of May
under the peach trees

The yellow walls are lined with portraits
And I've got my new red fetching leather jacket
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel like picking up roses

There's never been such grave a matter
As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
All these poses such beautiful poses

If you're blue, and you don't know where to go to
Why don't you go where fashion sits?
Puttin' on the ritz

Different gowns upon a bevy of high brows from down the levy, all misfits
Puttin' on the ritz

That's where each and every lulu-belle goes

Quand vous mourrez de nos amours
J'irai planter dans le jardin
Fleur a fleurir de beau matin
Moitie metal moitie papier
Pour me blesser un peu le pied
Mourez de mort tres douce
Qu'une fleur pousse

Why do you keep all your stars in from your studio on Melrose Avenue?
You've lost all your assets ?? in life-long contracts to you
Didn't you know that old Hollywood is over?

Oh, can't you see all the good that celebrity can do for those in the dark?
Yes of course, I am speaking in metaphors for something more in your heart
Didn't you know that old Hollywood is over?

Sometimes you need a stranger to talk to
Sometimes you need to go to the observatory
Sometimes a movie star's eyes gets you through the love and the lies
Sometimes you need a stranger to walk with
Sometimes you need to go to the dog park
Sometimes a movie star's spark gets you through the dark
Sometimes a movie star's bark bites you hard a birch on a lark
I'm so tired of writing of cities

For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Who for thy self art so unprovident.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possessed with murderous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.

(One two three four)
People love the working man
Who does the best that he can but
Don't forget all the horses and toys
Never could fix the poor little rich boys.

People say they love the maid who
Sweats and toils just like a slave but

Won't you walk me through the Tiergarten?
Won't you walk me through it all, darling?
Doesn't matter if it is raining
Won't you walk me through it all?

Even if the sun, it is blazing
Even if the snow, it is raging
All the elements, we must conquer

"The Art Teacher"

There I was in uniform
Looking at the art teacher
I was just a girl then;
Never have I loved since then

He was not that much older than I was

Prepare your things
Dissolve your mind
'Cause I'm your consort beautiful queen
of seventeen

a blood red moon has spared our bed
But not your rivals
beautiful queen

The mind has so many pictures
Why can't I sleep with my eyes open
The mind has so many memories
Can you remember what it looks like when I cry

I'm trying, trying to tell you
All that I can in a sweet and velvet tongue
But no words ever could sell you

I don't know what I'm doing

I don't know what I'm saying

I don't know why I'm watching all these white people dancing

I don't know where I'm going

Won't you walk me through the Tiergarten?
Won't you walk me through it all, darling?
Doesn't matter if it is raining
Won't you walk me through it all?

Even if the sun, it is blazing
Even if the snow, it is raging
All the elements, we must conquer

You taste of potato chips in the morning
Your face has the Marlon Brando club calling
And who would have thought that I'd owe it all to Tulsa?
And that fat guy with the green shirt that we both signed together
Once he hears the song, won't live it down forever

Your suit was the whitest thing since you-know-who
I fear that that savior I mentioned may be you

I`m just a floozy, an old-fashioned hussy
Trying to kiss you, it hasn`t been easy
A lost little puppy dog running away
From the pound

Say
Break all my bones with a stick and a stone
And don`t say a word `cause it`s words that`ll hurt

My phone's on vibrate for you
Electroclash is karioke too
I try to dance Britney Spears
I guess I'm getting on in years

My phone's on vibrate for you
God knows what all these new drugs do
I guess to have no more fears

весна однако...

I don't want to make it rain
I just want to make it simple
I don't want to see the light
I just want to see the flashlight

I don't want to know the answers

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;