Now it begins, now that you're gone. Needles and pins, twilight till dawn. Watching that clock till you return. And lighting that torch and watching it burn.
There was a thick set man with frog eyes. Who was standing at the door. And a little bald man with wing-nut ears. Was waiting in the car. . Well, Robert Moore passed the frog-eyed man.
Jazz. [Incomprehensible]. Fire eating drag queens dressed as society whores. Crazy two timing bitches running round [Incomprehensible]. Ghetto blasting blasters, blasting magnificently.
Come over here, babe it ain't that bad. I don't claim to understand the troubles that you've had. But the dogs you say they fed you to lay their muzzles in your lap.
Quixanne, ah'm in its grip. Quixanne, ah'm in its grip. Sinken in the mud. Patron-saint of the Bog.. They cum with boots of blud. Wit pitchfawk and with club.
Through the wind swept coastal trees. Where the dead come rising from the sea. With a teddy bear clamped between her knees. She says, "Where can my lover man be?".
El Domingo tuvo un esclavo. Lunes tambien lo tuvo. El Domingo tuvo un esclavo. Lunes tambien lo tuvo. Nuestros sufrimientos son incontables. Nuestros placeres son poco satisfactorios.
Sunday's got a slave. Monday's got one too. Sunday's got a slave. Monday's got one too. . Our sufferings are countless. And our pleasures are motley few.
Dulce Dulce Dulce. Ese hombre es malo. El camino que te lleva abajo. Oh dulce es una tentacion. . Ese camino es torcido. Ese camino es cruzado. Bajando ese camino.
Sugar Sugar Sugar. That man is bad. The road he drives you down. O sugar its a drag. . That road it twists. That road is crossed. Its down that road. A lot of little girls go lost.
Stranger than kindness. Bottled light from hotels. Spilling everything. Wet hand from the volcano sobers your skin. . Stranger than kindness. You caress yourself and grind my soft cold bones below.
All the towers of ivory are crumbling. And the swallows have sharpened their beaks. This is the time of our great undoing. This is the time that I'll come running.
black vinyl man with black plasticised imagination. more fodder for the new lost generation. i got a question to send you to the nearest closet. why can't you let us do it like JONI does it.
Hey hey I am the stow-a-way. Hey hey I am the stow-a-way. . My girl turned blue as an iceberg do. And me I'm totally shipwrecked over her. Baby baby don't blow away.
The cops are hanging around the house. Cars outside look like theyve got the blues. The moon dont know if its day or night. Everybodys creeping around.
i thought i heard a lover's sigh. it wasn't very loud. it came as i was passing by. somebody else's cloud. . the curtains were the finest lace. and when the night winds blew.
chorus: Stagolee, Stagolee, he's the meanest man in town. When that boy starts gamblin', better lay your money down. Down in New Orleans where they got that Lyon's Club.
Stagolee was a bad man,. Ev'rybody knows.. Spent one hundred dollars. Just to buy him a suit of dothes.. . He was a bad man. That mean old Stagolee. .
Bad man Stagalee when he bad,. He bad wid a gun. Stagalee, Stagalee --- you must-a been a sinner. Ev'ry- Christmas eve they give Stagalee a dinner. Bad man Stagalee, when he bad.