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In the harbor of Amsterdam
there are sailors who sing
about
the dreams that haunt them
away from Amsterdam.
In the harbor of Amsterdam
there are sailors who sleep
stretched
out like pennants
along the dead waters.
In the harbor of Amsterdam
there are sailors who die
full
of beer and tragedy
at the first light of dawn
In the harbor of Amsterdam
there are sailors being born
in the
thick heat
of oceanic languors.
In the harbor of Amsterdam
there are sailors
who eat
on bright white table cloths
shimmering fish,
and they show you their teeth
made to bite into fate,
to
unhook the moon,
to eat up the mast-ropes.
And there is a smell of cod
even to the heart of the
French fries
which their thick hands invite
to come back for more;
then they get up laughing
they holler like
a storm,
they close up their fly
and get out belching.
In the harbor of Amsterdam
there are sailors who dance
rubbing
their bellies
against the bellies of women,
and they turn and they dance,
like spit suns
in the torn-up sound
of
a rancid accordion.
They twist up their necks
to hear themselves laugh
until
all of a sudden
the accordion gives out...
Then with a grave gesture,
then with a proud glance,
they bring out
their Dutchman
into the bright light...
In the harbor of Amsterdam
there are sailors who drink
and
drink and drink again
and again drink.
They drink to the health
of the whores of Amsterdam
of Hamburg and others
places,
in short, they drink to the ladies
Who give them their pretty bodies
who give them their
virtue
for a piece of gold,
and when they have drunk enough,
they stand firmly, their noses to the sky
they blow
their noses in the stars
and they piss hot tears
over unfaithful women..
In the harbor of Amsterdam,
In the harbor of Amsterdam...
DRESS REHEARSAL RAG original de Leonard Cohen
Four o'clock in the afternoon
and I didn't feel like very much.
I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,
where is your famous golden touch?"
I thought you knew where
all
of the elephants lie down,
I thought you were the crown prince
of all the wheels in Ivory Town.
Just take a look at your body now,
there's nothing much to save
and a bitter voice in the mirror cries,
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."
Now
if you can manage to get
your trembling fingers to behave,
why don't you try unwrapping
a stainless steel razor
blade?
That's right, it's come to this,
yes it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a
strange way down?
There's no hot water
and the cold is running thin.
Well, what
do you expect from
the kind of places you've been living in?
Don't drink from that cup,
it's all caked and cracked
along the rim.
That's not the electric light, my friend,
that is your vision growing dim.
Cover up your face with
soap, there,
now you're Santa Claus.
And you've got a gift for anyone
who will give you his applause.
I thought
you were a racing man,
ah, but you couldn't take the pace.
That's a funeral in the mirror
and it's stopping at
your face.
That's right, it's come to this,
yes it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
ah wasn't
it a strange way down?
Once there was a path
and a girl with chestnut hair,
and you passed
the summers
picking all of the berries that grew there;
there were times she was a woman,
oh, there were times
she was just a child,
and you held her in the shadows
where the raspberries grow wild.
And you climbed the twilight
mountains
and you sang about the view,
and everywhere that you wandered
love seemed to go along with you.
That's
a hard one to remember,
yes it makes you clench your fist.
And then the veins stand out like highways,
all along
your wrist.
And yes it's come to this,
it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a strange
way down?
You can still find a job,
go out and talk to a friend.
On the
back of every magazine
there are those coupons you can send.
Why don't you join the Rosicrucians,
they can give
you back your hope,
you can find your love with diagrams
on a plain brown envelope.
But you've used up all your
coupons
except the one that seems
to be written on your wrist
along with several thousand dreams.
Now Santa
Claus comes forward,
that's a razor in his mit;
and he puts on his dark glasses
and he shows you where to hit;
and then the cameras pan,
the stand in stunt man,
dress rehearsal rag,
it's just the dress rehearsal rag,
you know this dress rehearsal rag,
it's just a dress rehearsal rag.
GREEN GRASS OF HOME original de Tom Jones
The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
Down
the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes,
they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
The
old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
and there's that old oak tree I used to play on.
Down
the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes,
they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
[spoken:]
Then
I awake and look around me, at four grey wall surround me
and I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard
and there's a sad old padre -
arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes,
they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
as they lay me neath the green, green grass of home.
HEROES original de David Bowie
I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them awaqy
We can beat them, just for one day
We can be Heroes, just for one day
And you, you can be mean
And I, I'll drink all the time
'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact
Yes we're lovers, and that is that
Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time, just for one day
We can be Heroes, for ever and ever
What d'you say?
I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing, nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day
I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be Heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day
I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads)
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)
And the shame, was on the other side
Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever
Then we could be Heroes, just for one day
We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
Just for one day
We can be Heroes
We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay
But we could be safer, just for one day
Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh, just for one day
KNOCKIN' ON JOE original de Nick Cave
These
chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true
And these locks cannot be broken, no, not with one thousand keys
O Jailor,
you wear a ball-and-chain you cannot see
You can lay your burden on me
You can lay your burden down on me
You can
lay your burden down upon me
But you cannot lay down those memories.
Woooo wooo wooo
Woooo wooo wooo
Here
I go!
Knockin' on Joe!
This square foot of sky will be mine till I die
Knockin' on Joe.
Woooo wooo wooo
All
down the row
Knockin' on Joe.
O Warden I surrender to you
Your fists can't hurt me anymore
You know, these
hands will never wash
These dirty Death Row floors.
O Preacher, come closer, you don't scare me anymore
Just tell
Nancy not to come here
Just tell her not to come here anymore
Tell Nancy not to come
And let me die in the memory
of her arms.
O Wooo wooo wooo
Wooo wooo woooo
All down the row
Knockin' on Joe.
O you kings of halls and
ends of halls
You will die within these walls
And I'll go, all down the row
Knockin' on Joe.
O Nancy's body
is a coffin, she wears my tombstone at her head
O Nancy's body is a coffin, she wears my tombstone at her head
She wears
her body like a coffin
She wears a dress of gold and red
She wears a dress of gold and red
She wears a dress of red
and gold
Grave-looters at my coffin before my body's even cold.
It's a door for when I go
Knockin' on Joe.
These
hands will ever mop your dirty Death Row floors
O but your trial is yet to come
O you can run! You can hide!
But
you have yet to be tried!
You can lay your burden down here
You can lay your burden down here
Knockin' on Joe
You
can lay your burden upon me
You can lay your burden down upon me
Knockin' on Joe
You can't hurt me anymore
Knockin'
on Joe.
MYSTERY TRAIN original de Elvis Presley
Train
I ride, sixteen coaches long
Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Well that long black train got my baby and gone
Train
train, comin' 'round, 'round the bend
Train train, comin' 'round the bend
Well it took my baby,
but it never will
again (no, not again)
Train train, comin' down, down the line
Train train, comin' down the line
Well it's bringin'
my baby,
'cause she's mine all, all mine
(She's mine, all, all mine)
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