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The Great Valerio
(Lyrics / Music--Richard Thompson) Published by Warlock Music Ltd.. . High up above the crowd. the great Valerio is walking. The rope seems hung from cloud to cloud.
The Door-to-door Inspector
The door-to-door inspector, his knuckles bare and white,. is rapping on your window. 'cause he knows you're hiding here tonight. He's travelled from the city to your country slum.
The Day I Lost Everything
i'm here on a mission. to tell you exactly what can go wrong if you're not careful. you see, it's like this:. you're running down the staircase at random.
Stigmata
Stronger than reason, stronger than lies. The only truth I know. Is the look in your eyes. . Just like a car crash, just like a knife. My favorite weapon is the look in your eyes.
Something Bad
I was raised to expect continuity. Instead I get this... The monster has red hair / The monster has green eyes. She laughs and bites her quarry's nose as she pulls herself astride.
Smiling
The jet plane draws a jagged wound along the dimming autumn sky. His breath steams on ahead of him as through the tenement he does stride. to knock upon some doors.
Sleep Of The Just
Lift up your head, lift up your head. Your room in this decade of eathquake and bile. awaits you like a stewardess's mortuary smile. . You'll miss all the fun, you'll miss all the fun.
Ray Of Hope, Hoe Of Rape
A glass ravine. The low clouds which wink. The boughs burnt diesel and burning pig. Wide rutted streets. "666 Park Avenue", yells a big red sign. as if some Anglo-Saxon in love with his doom.
Purple Window
He and she, their empty house. He's awake, she sleeps. His eyes are for one sight alone. The purple window. . Now his desires, his secret wish. He never lets her see.
Popemobile To Paraguay
The postmark read "Asuncion".... . By the foul Adriatic there can be some dramatic. variations in the temperature. so you can't recall which S.S. dress to wear.
Perfumes Of Paradise
Somebody's threatened you, well, you know why. Time now to pay for misdeeds you deny. Life can be cheerless in intensive care. Keep a cool head and you won't know you're there.
Paper Thin Hotel
(Music--Leonard Cohen/Phil Spector; Lyrics--Leonard Cohen) Sony Music Publishing/Back to Mono Music. . The walls of this hotel are paper thin. Last night I heard you making love to him.
Pack Of Lies
They first met at the hospital, she was checking out for good. Her body patched but past repair, and there her angel stood. She was feeling quite confused now that her death was close at hand.
Only Losers Take The Bus
I'm not stupid, I'm a man. [Unverified]. I'm not stupid. . I'm born again in hail and flames. (Gold rush Almighty!). Go tell it loud to all my slaves.
On Suicide Bridge
On Suicide Bridge, I found myself one spring morning in the frigid sunshine, weary of the humiliations of the Crouch End. There I was. An old lady passed me. She smiled and said, "Good morning, young man." I looked at her and I said, "I'm going to kill myself." She smiled again and said, "Yes, I think that's a very good idea.".
North Atlantic Wind
He sits in the light of the carousel. with his children running 'round his knees. While the wind howls down through the fishing boat mast. the lights sway and the barkers freeze.
Nite Flights
(Music/Lyrics--Scott Engel) ©1993 International Media Holdings (BMI). . There's no hold. The moving has come through. The danger brushing you. turns its face into the heat.
Mr. Baby
See the priest in gleaming nappies. Gurgling and burping child at play. Signing warrents, blessing firing squads. are the pleasures of this baby's day.
Mario Vargas Yoni
The mother of the nation has gone; she has hobbled off to her uncertain fate, having only a tycoon's salary given to her to fund the purchase of that monkey-shit-brown hair rinse we know so well. They act like nothing ever happened, but it did. It's too late--too late for the thousands driven to mental illness, premature old age and suicide by the force-feeding to them of a daily diet of despair and the doctrine of their own obsolescence. Too late for the thousands of teenagers who grew up illiterate but unaccountably proud that their nation spent the money it could have been spent on educating them to buy guns--guns which this country is too feeble and unimportant to need to use..
Look What I Stole For Us, Darling
[Irish news report:] ("The air corps helicopter took a five-year-old girl from Achain Island..."). . Aodhagan went hunting for food and money. through the streets of Walthamstow.
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