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When You Dance
03:13
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When You Dance
Every night
When the sun goes down
Zip a jean
And catch a bus to town
Find a bar
Find a band with a sandshoe sound
(when you dance)
Alcohol, sometimes, emotions get high
When you dance
Slippin’ off your shoes
When you sing
Slippin’ off your blues
As you live
It’s been the life you choose
Nothing more
Nothing else would be the same
Strike a light
Suck on a fag and lean
On the silver cigarette machine
Zip an eye
And re-assess the scene
Killer one
Killer two moving into frame
Every night
After the sun goes down
Zip a jean
Catch a bus to town
Find a bar
That’s got that sandshoe sound
Yeah
Emotions get high.
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2. |
Hiwire Girl
02:55
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Hiwire Girl
I see your face all over town
I had a bad, bad day
Coming home and coming down
Lousy luck and trouble
Seemed to follow me around
Until you came and found me
Our love will be no wailing wall
I’ve come a long, long way
And I’ll never let you fall
Just like Pepe Ashton
I don’t see no crash at all
If you’ll be my Hiwire girl
And as I watch this city turn
I know
These fifteen dollar empty rooms
We’ll remember as the good times, girl
Let’s take a walk
Find some food
See the world
And leave the TV burning
One day you’ll be my high-rise girl
We’ll be living it up
Somewhere high above the world
High above the harbour
You won’t have to work at all
If you’ll be my hiwire girl.
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3. |
In The Early Hours
05:09
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In The Early Hours
In the early hours
In the early hours
With you tonight
I can be alright
In the early hours
I watch the moonlight howl
I watch the moonlight howl
There’s a sailing wind
Everywhere I’ve been
In the early hours
Step by step
I’ll not forget you
Never let you go
Step by step
I’ll come to get you
Hear me howl below
In the early hours
In the early hours
With you tonight
I can be alright
In the early hours
On your street
In the hall
All the echoes off the wall
Catch my heels
Where they fall
I’ve been through this way before
Long ago
I came down this way before
I’ve been days on a question
I’ve been fighting out a one man war
I’ve been days on the lesson
Now I’m knocking on your door.
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4. |
Subway
03:26
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Subway
That evil harbour horn
Leaks out across the dawn
Across the subway of the world
This hasn’t been a night
For sleeping on the stairs
It’s been so cold
So cold, as I
Rat through this paperbag
Break off a half a fag
Light up the subway of the world
What’s left when all your links with love
Are rusted clean away
Dry bones, rolled, rattled around
Blown through this underground
I walk this corridor
I have the time to choose
My ears are aimed toward the blues
I watch the drunken, swaying boys
In sailor’s uniforms
Kiss, collide, play seeya later
Drift and ride up escalators
And in the early day
I fold these feet away
This back is cold against the tiles
The news of yesterday
Is wrapped around my shoes
And I remember
Yes I remember
Those easy friends of mine
Back down along the line
They’ll never miss what they don’t know
They’ll have a table
In some café Pierot, where they
Play cards with the slender
Circus girls, I remember
Another time, another world
Another station in the rain
Let it go
Let it go
One more hat round the passengers
Another one act pas-de-deux
We learn to raise a little smoke
And disappear
Leaving subtle lies to hang below the ear
Like a pearl
These masquerades could never burn
Your powdered hands
Now it ain’t so easy
Here in the subway of the world.
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One Night In Soviet Russia
One night in Soviet Russia
There was a medical institute dance
On the restaurant floor of the guest house
And I wandered in there by chance
My friends were already seated
And I was and hour or so late
The dance band played Russian dance music
As I ordered my meal and I ate
They wheeled and sang all round us
Student songs from the left and the right
The music was sad like a circus
You could hear the Siberian night
I felt a hand on my shoulder
Heard a word as I turned and I saw
A lovely Siberian daughter
And she led me out onto the floor
We danced for a song I remember
Or maybe we danced for a few
Her name she said was Yelena
And her eyes were Siberian blue
And when the music was over
I returned to my friends where they sang
“The stars and the stripes are forever”
‘Til one of them held out his hand
And arm in arm with a local
And balancing high on a chair
They delivered a toast with a bottle
Of Bulgarian blood of the bear
“Tonight we can share this fire
Tomorrow we may be consumed”
My eyes were walking a wire
To Yelena with her friends across the room
One night in Soviet Russia
I waited for her by the door
The Siberian stars were like lightning
As we wandered down by the shore
Yelena, Yelena
Lake Baikal drains through these towns
Cold as a mirror
And deeper than any man drowns.
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6. |
My Backyard
06:00
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My Backyard
(The moon over Manila)
Standing on the balcony
Slipping off her gloves
Over my backyard
We both make an effort
To fake some insanity
It’s not so hard
Looking out through the greasy air
Looking out at the continental fun-fair
On the balcony slipping off her gloves
Over my backyard
I say “ I love you”
I try a little hustle
But her mind’s not there
She says “Me you too”
I don’t move a muscle
And she don’t care one glove in her porcelain teeth
One set of nails unsheathed
One unemotional eye looking down
Over my backyard
Some people like to call her
The original dancer
They don’t know
Like Elizabeth I
She moves taceo et video
She knows these arms
Have got no reach
These fish in the moonlight
Dying on the beach
Are hers alone
She smiles
On the finance district
And on the red light
Fast food, lipstick
Corrugated iron
And tarpaper tenements
Mile on mile
Outside
No lights
Ambulance howls
All night
Ferrying blood
Through a city curfew
To a cellblock
Manned by a skeleton crew
The vivisectionists
The Judge Dredd fans
And the non-commissioned officers
Jack their hands at the
Bonfires of rotting tyres
And hammer out a midnight
Maypole dance singing
One god
One ritual
Packed and fed
To the dumb individual
Baited with the promise of bread
Entertained
Then blown apart
One flash to melt the bells
One flash and the only ones left alive
Will be the gentlemen
Sheltered in the cells
Of my backyard
They know
‘Cause down the walls
Of my backyard
Her shadow crawls
One glove in her porcelain teeth
One set of nails unsheathed
These days
That’s the situation
I got a nurse
And she’s got a patient
Both of us intoxicated
With the smell of insanity
And as the buskers howl for rain
Somebody plays “Lilli Marlene”
And we sing along
With the song
Of the century.
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7. |
The Pre-War Blues
03:50
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Pre-war Blues
From her front room
I can hear
The early trams
Of a brand new year
She’s wearing now
The camisole her daughter
Sent to her from Vienna
She sings to me
As I get fed
A glass of tea
And hard black bread
I say
“Late last Tuesday evening
I wandered down to St Annes
I watched the writers reading
Wine in hand
The pre-war blues”
She turns on me
The smokey smile
That lays my heart out
In the aisle
She says
“The girls in there
Are easily persuaded into trouble
Down by the cold Danube”
High in the old Roman town
The children of old American fortunes
Drown their luck
Choosing their favourite
Broadway tunes
And pre-war blues
Down in her front room
I count to ten
And hear the troop trains
Roll again
As if they knew the European winter
As we do
I’ve got the pre-war blues.
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8. |
Station
02:42
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Station
Get me to the station by a quarter to one
All of my sweet luck is at the end of a run
Oh yeah
Get me the station by a quarter to two
This town’s like a stripper with a broken shoe
Either she’s getting fatter or the veils have shrunk
And anyone staying is blind or drunk
A quarter to three, a quarter to three
You’ve got my blessing on your family tree
And if they stop me at the border by a quarter to four
You know a clean pair of shoes’ll get you through any door
Get me to the station by a quarter to five
A man with velocity’s a man alive
Alimony, alimony’s what it’s about
You get to get in free, you’ve got to pay to get out
I’m gonna load my jacket on the luggage rack
Dust my shoes, and kiss my back
In seat two six on car number seven
Gonna point my last cigar to heaven
Seven o’clock, seven o’clock
Things ‘round here are beginning to rock
I’ve got my ticket and it’s time to fold
These U.S. dollars into my bedroll
Get me to the station by a quarter to eight
Cut the conversation, I don’t wanna be late
Got my destination, I’ve been happy to wait
For too long
Too long
Too long.
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9. |
Unlimited Address
04:44
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Unlimited Address
For all our blues, and all your vanity
This caravan may be a little small
Yeah, I love you too, but when you scream at me
I don’t know why you come in here at all
In my day I could soon outrun
All these daily habits and these plans
Now I’m wrapped in grey, my heels are worn
My tyres are perished in the sand
I’ve got wrecks and rusted engines in the driveway
I’ve got two hard years in the dust
You know I dream, dream, dream each day
Of a new unlimited address
There’s a few miles yet to come my way
And I’d sell this town for the rest
This set of keys, I could easily lose
In a wide unlimited address
Down by the docks the casino plays
The Asians and everybody else
They’re waking up to how their take-home pay
Is gonna leave them hanging on the shelf
You see them gamble off the hours to feel the danger
To the things that hold them possessed
You see them dream, dream with each new hand
Of a new unlimited address
But can you hear the interstaters howl
The scream of the wind in the window screens
The stormbirds calling down the rain
I was born by the mangrove trees
On a river that’s better left unnamed
And in the heat, and late at night I’d see
The fire burning off the cane
And it may pay you well to recall
That I found you when I betrayed it all
To find my unlimited address
Now an honest man would promise you the usual things
Then he’d let you down, then confess
But like the grave, like the barren womb
And the ground where rain has been denied
And like the fire all that cane consumed
An evil man is never satisfied
There’ve been a few long miles have come my way
And I’d sell this town for the rest
You know I dream, dream, dream each day
Of a new unlimited address
Yes, I like to dream, dream, dream each day
Of my wide unlimited address.
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