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There's a place your mother goes
When everybody else is soundly sleeping
Through the lights of Beacon Street
And if you listen you can hear her weeping
She's weeping because the gentlemen are calling
And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats
And she's standing in the harbor
And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat

Annan Water, you loom so deep and wide
I would cross over,
If you would stem the tide.
Build a boat that I might ford the other side
To reach the farther shore where my true love lies
In wait for me.
In wait for me.
In wait for me.

I'm really sorry Steven
But your bicycle's been stolen
I was watching it for you
'Til you came back in the fall
Guess I didn't do a good job after all

I was feeling really sorry Steven
And I spent all morning grieving

there's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping
through the lights of beacon street
and if you listen you can hear her weeping, she's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her petticoats. and she's standing in the harbour and she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat. see how they approach

with dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe within their keeping
a gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming
and they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket calls for maidenhead
and she's scarce above the gunnels when her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck

this cocoon, caught in vesuvius' shadow
only the ashes remain
and i waited there for you
why couldn't you?
here we lie waiting for something to startle
to shake us from gravity's pull
and so sleeping hours are through
what can we do?

Cut him up, boy
You got to cut him up, boy
He’s a wicked disgrace
And he said it to your face
You better cut him up, boy

You take him by the teeth
Get him down on his knees

See this ancient riverbed
See where all our follies are led
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

I was just some towhead teen
Feeling around for fingers to get in between
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

Eli, the barrow boy
Of the old town
Sells coal and marigolds
And he cries out
All down the day

He lo the tamaracks
He is crying:

And here I dreamt I was a soldier
And I marched the streets of birkenau
And I recall in spring
The perfume that the air would bring
To the indolent town
Where the barkers call the moon down
The carnival was ringing loudly now
And just to lay with you

I will not say your name
Go back from where you came
Hope you enjoy your stay
We will not go away
Go away
Your time's gonna come

You plate your world in gold

I`m sticking with you
'cause I`m made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I`m gonna do too
You held up a stage coach in the rain
And I`m doing the same
So you`re hanging from a tree
And I made believe it was me

I have snipped your wingspan,
My precious captive swan.
Here, all clipped of kickstand
Your spirit won't last long.

Don't you lift a finger.
Don't you snap and jaw.
Limber limbs akimbo,

We'd come seven hours down
Took the blue line to see where we hopped out
And I was only joking, and I was only joking
And I was only trying to get a laugh

You say this was the furthest that we had come
Travel so far to watch it fall, undone
And I had lost my token

Sweet Annabelle
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the waves do lather up to lay her down
Until she's fast and sleeping
Oh, well
I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well
Who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell
I'm on track and keeping

There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles
There's a ticking at the sill
There's a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day

As on we go drowning
Down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning

Caroline, you're angry
'Cause you sleep like a spinster
And you're twenty-eight
You've been thinking late
You couldn't catch a cold

Bend your head double
In the goose down,

I read in the paper today
It's been a record year for rainfall
And you were leaning against the bathroom wall
In your lonely dress
Was your only dress

Stand accusing across
I've got a temper set for tender

his is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed

And how it whispered “Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been

Get the rocks in the box
Get the water right down to your socks
This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones

We all do what we can
We endure our fellow man
And we sing our song to the headframe's creaks and moans

As you lie before me now, like a shadow
On a pea-green sea
Never thought that I would find you so hollow
Laying into me

This cup of wine
All salt and brine's made me sleepy
Sorrow sows

When we arrive, sons and daughters
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

These currents pull us 'cross the border
Steady your boats, arms to shoulder
'Til tides all pull our hull aground

Ramblin' where to begin
I taste the summer on your peppery skin
Been saved the warmer the waves
I felt a slip into a watery grave

My girl, linen and curls
Lips parting like a flag all unfurled
She's grand the bend of her hand

There's a wrinkle in the water
where we laid our first daughter
And I think the wind blows so sweetly there
Over there
And the windows and the cinders
And the willows in the timbers
The infernal rattling of the rain
still remains

I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet
Upon the rooftops in dead of night
You'll hear me cry, I'll shake you from your sleep

To hear me weep
"Your day will come indeed
For I am a poor and a wretched boy

And under the boughs unbowed
all clothed in the snowy shroud
She had no heart so hardened
All under the boughs unbowed

Each feather it fell from skin
'Til thread bare while she grew thin
How were my eyes so blinded?

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It was a cold night
And the snow lay low
I pulled my coat tight
Against the falling down
And the sun was all
And the sun was all down

I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I were beside her
She's a long one, such a long one

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

Here she comes in her palanquin
on the back of an elephant
on a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
all astride on her father's line
with the king and his concubines
and her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk
and we'll all come praise the infanta
and we'll all come praise the infanta

I'm a legionnaire
Camel in disrepair
hoping for a frigidaire
to come passing by
I am on reprieve
lacking my joie de vivre
missing my gay paris
in this desert dry

We are two mariners
Our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
It's ribs are ceiling beams
It's guts are carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill

You may not remember me

I had entered into a marriage
In the summer of my twenty-first year
And the bells rang for our wedding
Only now do I remember it clear
Alright, alright, alright

No more a rake and no more a bachelor

They came down from the mountains
They've strayed too long from the fountain
And all the while
All the while they longed for us
But I won't betray, no I won't betray, no I won't betray, I won't
No, I won't betray, no I won't betray, no I won't betray, I won't
Till the water's all long gone

Here on these cliffs of Dover
So high you can't see over
And while your head is spinning
Hold tight, it's just beginning

You come from parents wanton
A childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty

[Chorus]
With all the grain of Babylon
To cultivate, to make us strong
And hidden here behind the walls
Are shoulders wide and timber on
'Til the war came
'Til the war came