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Subject: Bernadette Seacrest & Her Provocateurs - The Filthy South Sessions (2009) *NMR* "lyrics.txt" yEnc (1/1)
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lyrics.txt
The Filthy South Sessions
( Lyrics by Charles Williams )
The Tango Below
The hours have been long and unrewarded
Let me give a little more than too much
I know you expected more in return
Than laurel leaves
Our touch is the fire that burns you
A kiss of my glove
You can tell me if it hurts too much
But I like it when you make a fuss
Are your motives more pure than mine?
Are you here, or just here to pass the time?
We can talk about it later
First let me tie this a little tighter
I have a window that faces south to Argentina
At night the sounds of the city blow my way
I hear the songs the gauchos are singing
In the morning the women cry for more
Perhaps we met once in Buenos Aries
I caught your eye in the crowd
You looked so proud
Nobody else needs to know
We were born for the tango below
We could make it easy on ourselves
If we danced with somebody else
If you wish, I could break these chains
And put an end to this pain
If we stay any longer
Your eyes are telling me this is what you came here for
Your lips are asking for more and more
I can hear the music in Buenos Aires
Blue Rendezvous
Did you think I forgot
Or got lost on the way
Our Blue Rendezvous
Like a leaf from a tree
I fall toward you
Into this Blue Rendezvous
And should I confess
To the half truths and lies
That I may have offered
As part of my disguise
And I tumble like dice
Into this blue rendezvous
Pass the tourniquet
I called your mama
She's such good folk
She said now honey
You just call whenever you want
I love my boy
He's my precious thing
But I know sometimes he do
Sometimes he don't
What you see is what you get
Pass the tourniquet
I said now mama
I saw your boy
I caught him pass me by
Just down the street
I said baby, where you been
I haven't seen you in my bed for a week
He said what you see is what you get
Pass the tourniquet
That's what I say
(That's what you say)
I ain't lying
(She ain't lying)
That's what I saw
Around a quarter 'til nine
Sometimes it's too much
(It's too much)
For a girl to bear
(For a girl to bear)
When you can't find your baby nohow nowhere
What you see is what you get
Pass the tourniquet
I thought of all those times
When I was there, remember
When you needed me, I was there
Don't start with tthat stuff
"Baby I'm so sorry"
I'm on the first train to anywhere
What you see is what you get
Pass the tourniquet
What you see is what you get
Pass the tourniquet
The rain has stayed away
The rain has stayed away
The rain has stayed away
I thought it would pour
When you walked through my door
But the rain has stayed away
It gets dryer by the hour it seems
It gets dryer by the hour it seems
If it don't rain soon
Then I don't know what I'll do
It gets dryer by the hour it seems
I think about my lover at night
The way he'd look at me
I think about the last time we spoke
Everything he said still echoes in my head
I'm leaving here at first light tomorrow
I'm leaving here at first light tomorrow
This once was my home but I can't live here alone
I'm leaving here tomorrow
Empty Streets
No sound of traffic now
And smoke one last smoke
We could talk into the night
I love you, daddy, but put down the gun
No sound of traffic now
Where Does It Hurt
I throw the past out with the trash
Old magazines make me feel like gangrene
I drive a Buick like g-d intended
It smokes but man is it fast
I speak Chinese and say pretty please
Tell me where does it hurt
But then I open my eyes and hear a voice say
Where does it hurt
But once in a while I stumble down the aisle
And kneel at the Altar of Regret
With a Time and a Place when we both had a Taste
For the Gifts we came to exchange
Tell me where does it hurt
Tell me where does it hurt
But then I open my eyes and hear a voice say
Where does it hurt
Death Letter in the Mail
You can feel it coming from a mile away
Like an elephant crashing through the trees
So you wait trembling on your knees
Just trembling on your knees
So you nail all the windows shut
You even plugged the hole in the tub
And pray to sweet Jesus for good luck
Just praying to sweet Jesus for good luck
Sure as the twilight fails
Did you change the locks since yesterday?
Might as well do it again to be sure
Maybe make a sacrifice, do it twice
You start wearing gloves like a doctor
Washing your hands all the time
Watching the sky like a holy man
Looking for a sign
Sure as a bloodhound on the trail
Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
Who saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind, but now I see
Mostly he just bums my cigs
And when I heard an Angel sing
I start to thinking
What would happen if G-d started drinking?
You hear stories, people talk
But when the locusts start flying
I start to thinking
What would happen if G-d started drinking
I watched him one day as he stepped on a bug
I start to thinking
What would happen if G-d started?
One morning he started shaking something awful
I knew right away he had climbed into the bottle
And I start to run
Babylon
You can have it your way if you want it
You can have it all, it means nothing to me
All the noise, the insults, and the rest of it
To my left Babylon
To my right the violins
I took an oath not to let it get inside me
I worked so hard to keep it all away
Your promise came across like a rumor
To my left Babylon
To my right the violins
Did I tell you what I told all the others?
Your uniform looks different in this light
You cried for mercy
But I was looking for forgiveness
Do it one more time in the name of beauty
Do it one more time for the sake of sin
Did I tell you what I told all the others?
Your uniform looks different in this light
You cried for mercy
But I was looking for forgiveness
Do it one more time in the name of beauty
Do it one more time for the sake of sin
Who's buying
There's nothing wrong with me
That a drink wouldn't fix
A shot of Royal Crown or two
But I've been down that road before
And I always seem to want more
I guess I'll have a double shot of truth
There's nothing up my sleeve
But an old tattoo
And I don't play the ponies
The way I used to do
What you see is what you get
But before I forget
I need a drink, who's buying
I'll take a double shot of the truth
I need a drink, who's buying
I'll take a double shot of the truth
Let's have a toast
To all our old friends
Let's raise our glass
Here's to better days
They say the truth will set you free
But that's cold comfort when you're in need
I need a drink, who's buying
I'll take a double shot of the truth
I need a drink, who's buying
I'll take a double shot of the truth
Set me up I need a drink
Trashcan Lens
The world is just one big Game of Craps
And if you fold you gotta face the facts
You got nowhere to go from here but up
The world looks different through a trashcan lens
You got nowhere to go but up
Cabbagetown Girl
We serve up Sorrow with a sandwich on the side
No one says Grace like at the Earl
People drift in and stay for years
They grow old and fat on our hash and tears
Just a Cabbagetown Girl working nights at the End of the World
It feels like D-Day
Our regulars start to fire at will
And every table comes with dead flowers
Just deserts are our specialty
It feels like D-Day
Just another night, here at the End of the World
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