I'm slowing down the tune. I never liked it fast. You want to get there soon. I want to get there last. . It's not because I'm old. It's not the life I led.
Come over to the window, my little darling. I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy. Before I let you take me home.
Show me the place, where you want your slave to go. Show me the place, I've forgotten I don't know. Show me the place where my head is bend and low. Show me the place, where you want your slave to go.
What I'll give you since you asked is all my time together. Take the rugged sunny days, the warm and rocky weather. Take the roads that I have walked along.
Let's sing another song, boys. This one has grown old and bitter. . Ah, his fingernails, I see they're broken. His ships, they're all on fire. The moneylender's lovely little daughter.
You said that you were with me. You said you were my friend. Did you really love the city. Or did you just pretend. . You said you loved her secrets. And her freedoms hid away.
You can dance every dance with the guy. Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight. You can smile every smile for the man. Who held your hand 'neath the pale moon light.
It seems so long ago. Nancy was alone. Looking ate the Late Late show. Through a semi-precious stone. . In the house of honesty. Her father was on trial.
You came to me this morning. And you handled me like meat. You?d have to be a man to know. How good that feels, how sweet. . My mirror twin, my next of kin.
By the rivers dark. I wandered on.. I lived my life. In Babylon.. . And I did forget. My holy song. And I had no strength. In Babylon.. . By the rivers dark.
I was walking in New York City and I brushed up against the man in front of. me. I felt a cardboard placard on his back. And when we passed a streetlight,.
Queen Victoria,. My father and all his tobacco loved you,. I love you too in all your forms,. The slim and lovely virgin floating among German beer,. The mean governess of the huge pink maps,.
The walls of this hotel are paper-thin. Last night I heard you making love to him. The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb. The grunt of unity when he came in.
I saw jesus on the cross on a hill called calvary. "do you hate mankind for what they done to you? ". He said, "talk of love not hate, things to do - it's getting late..
I was walking in New York City and I brushed up against the man in front of. me. I felt a cardboard placard on his back. And when we passed a streetlight,.
I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me,. But the room just filled up with mosquitoes, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your little shoe.
All summer long she touched me. She gathered in my soul. From many a thorn, from many thickets. Her fingers, like a weaver's. Quick and cool. . And the light came from her body.
The walls of this hotel are paper-thin. Last night I heard you making love to him. The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb. The grunt of unity when he came in.
Some people say. It's what we deserve. For sins against g-d. For crimes in the world. I wouldn't know. I'm just holding the fort. Since that day. They wounded New York.