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Rain Dances
03:40
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How I long for those evenings oh when you and I were close
How I long for those evenings oh when you and I were close
Now there´s rust and fray
Fools dress up in grey
Oh how I wish you’ d say
Carnival´ s ready
Went to the big river, my old boots sank in mud
Went to the big river, my old boots sank in mud
Now there´s sad sailors on sight
They wear green hats so bright
In the pale moon full of might
Carnival´s ready
Rain dances gone
Oh the snowfall is coming, the wind hits my face sharp
Yes the snowfall is coming, the wind hits my face sharp
Now that your memory´s gone
Now that your rainbow is wrong
Now that your knot’s undone
Carnival’ s ready
Now that you feel forlorn
Carnival’s ready
Now that you crave the storm
Carnival’s ready
Rain dances gone
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2. |
The Dockyard Breeze
03:53
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Well you see those mighty clouds roll in the sky
Those warning signals Sunday drivers try
Not to follow, all those giant trees
Yet you see me babe in the old dockyard breeze
When furious panthers patrol downtown
And bankrupt actresses moan all around
The bus station, when summer stars freeze
You’d want me trapped babe, outside the dockyard breeze
The TV preachers and the capitol crowds
Are waiting down the alley, they’re all about
To cry mercy, no more lies please
I see them all surrender, I’ve got my dockyard breeze
The hotel waitress with her lipstick in blue
Gets in the dressing room and it can’t be true
She whispers, there’s nothing left to tease
Yet she knows well babe, I grip my dockyard breeze
The camel hunters in the caravan noise
Claim they forgot their unsayable toys
Back in the desert and fall down on their knees
Yet all I’m after babe is the old dockyard breeze
And now the faithful ushers with their magical lamps
Look for my shadow among ladies and tramps
And deserters, they’re busy as crazy bees
No one can find my shelter in the old dockyard breeze
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3. |
My Dreams Are Stormy
03:40
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As December skies fall low
I see shadows down my street
As December skies fall low
I see shadows down my street
Night’s a sly friend babe
I’d rather climb that blue hill where there’s no one left to meet
My dreams are stormy
Rumours of farewells and roaring rain
My dreams are so stormy
Rumours of farewells and roaring rain
It’s time for hunters babe
I’d rather cross the bridge where I won’t see you again
Winter’s a fierce fighter
It blows hard where your whispers hide
Winter’s a fierce fighter
It blows hard where your whispers hide
The moons shines icy babe
I’d rather walk the dockyard where no one can see the tide
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4. |
Hacktown Lost
03:48
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I woke up one morning, felt as if at sea
Felt as if at sea
Woke up and felt as if at sea
A wooden whaler sailed in front of me
It bore the name Hacktown lost
I rang the doorbell of a man in rags
Of a man in rags
I rang the doorbell of a man in rags
He frowned and said your poor soul lags
Behind the skies of Hacktown lost
I ran to the station, took an empty train
Took an empty train
Ran fast and took an empty train
Amber hills shone in the rain
I was getting to Hacktown lost
I saw people fighting for a boxing glove
For a boxing glove
People fought for a boxing glove
And tamed serpents in a lemon grove
It all looked like Hacktown lost
I heard a police car, I hid behind a rock
Hid behind a rock
Heard the cops and hid behind a rock
They said there’s no one here to mock
We all belong in Hacktown lost
Inside a yellow bookshop a girl was selling gin
A girl was selling gin
A fair girl was selling English gin
She smiled and said we are going to do you in
There´s no hope in Hacktown lost
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5. |
October Blues
03:47
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Early in the morning the day is yawning you are still groaning and see this man in a top hat looking at you
The sky across the window shivers in pink glows, the crooks on the radio talk of spring blows and sour secrets that sound so untrue
And you hide behind a screen and look for a bell to ring and these English ladies grin as if you are dreaming
They all miss the October blues
Your neighbour’s wailing by the empty railing over the waters where you are sailing and clearly failing to stay afloat
The monsters on the ceiling are still drilling, the captain cries he’s out of feelings and gives you an anchor and a rubber coat
And the young girls in the streets tell you about the price of sweets, there’s not one of them who meets the needs you’re hiding
They all miss the October blues
The Sunday strollers and the loveless rollers and the all night- crawlers gather at the quay and claim they’ve been mistaken
The wry cherry sellers, the sad fortune tellers and the wrong madhouse dwellers storm the old boulevards and the whole town’s shaking
And the dancer on the net tries his new pirouette and cries you can’t regret what you can’t call for
They all miss the October blues
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6. |
Madison Woman
03:33
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Madison woman, will you call me out
Madison woman, will you call me out
Morning’s burning, noon is turning, downtown traffic mighty and loud
Those cars on Main Street look like hounds to me
Those cars on Main Street look like hounds to me
Come explore me, I´m so stormy, come release me set me free
The evening gets me, the ski is so wet and blue
Yes the evening gets me, the sky is so wet and blue
How long baby will you maybe keep me oh so cruelly thinking of you
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Soho Streets
04:14
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I see you wear a blue waistcoat
On your Chelsea battlefield
I see you wear a blue waistcoat
On your Chlesea battlefield
As night time gets closer
I can`t say how sad I feel
I see you wear old leather shoes
As you walk the Soho streets
I see you wear old leather shoes
As you walk the Soho streets
As October leaves get redder
Your smile shines so bittersweet
Oh how you stir me up
I see you are now queuing
At the new masquerade ball
I see you are now queuing
At the new masquerade ball
You are dressed in scarlet
And you never hear my call
Oh how you stir me up
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8. |
As I Keep You in Mind
03:21
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I wake up in the evening fray
I wake up in the evening fray
There is no one but you baby who could make me feel this way
I wander in the moonlit crowd
I wander in the moonlit crowd
There is no one but you baby who could make me dream aloud
There’s whispers in the southbound train
Oh there’s whispers in the southbound train
There is not one but you baby who could help me bear this pain
Oh no one but you babe
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9. |
Gone to Richmond
04:20
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I went to Richmond
Past the willows shade
I went to Richmond
Past the willow shade
Had I seen you dance so shy in the moonlight
I would have waited for the day to fade
I can’t recall your kisses
I’m oblivion and awe
I can’t recall your kisses
I’m oblivion and awe
Had I known they’d be so delicate babe
I would have lingered where the light runs slow
Now winter is coming
Hear its whispers nearby
Now winter is coming
Hear its whispers nearby
Had I known I’d ever meet you woman
I would have ventured where your hawks fly high
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