1. |
Going Back to Bohemia
03:41
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The war is ten years over now
I'm walking down those black and white streets
My hair is on my shoulder now
I mystify everyone I meet
I'm going back to Bohemia
I'm going back with my sunglasses on
I'm going back to Bohemia
Let's hope Bohemia hasn't gone
My brother, he lived through changes
Read Kerouac and over-stepped the line
The girls he loved were beautiful
MJQ played the soundtrack of vibes
We're living through jazz
We're living through poetry
Don't want to be like our dads
Don't talk of sex talk of ecstasy
Hey, hey, Khrushchev with a square head
John Kennedy in Marilyn's bed
No career in Korea
Don't forget what Lenny Bruce said:
" When you're dead, boy, you're a long time dead "
I'm going back to Bohemia
I'm going back with my sunglasses on
I'm going back to Bohemia
Let's hope Bohemia hasn't gone
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2. |
Days in the Rain
06:38
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`Days in the rain`
Days in the rain
Down to Josephine`s house for tea
French toast and Elvis
French kisses for a boy called me
Scrumping apples in Harrow
Throwing fallers at black Austin cars
Lemon-ices at De La Mura`s
Plotting my life by the stars
And I remember the scent of my father`s Christmas cigar
Traces of lives
Like gold dust in a museum of rooms
In the corner the black and white television
Blinking like a prophet of doom
And I remember my father falling like a stone from the moon
It`s all in the past
It`s all in the photographs
It all looks familiar, but we don`t know the places
We know that we love them
But we cannot put names to the faces
Those faces -- those beautiful faces
Days in the rain
Bruises and powerful scars
I swallowed a sixpence
Someone said: “Who`d you think you are?”
And I remember the scent of my father`s Christmas cigar
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3. |
Don`t dream about Jack
04:24
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`Don`t dream about Jack`
Nobody told me if I read his books
It`d fry my brains if I took a look
Over the State line and into the next
Drivin` all night with his devil on my neck
Out on the road looking for Dharma Bums
Caroline`s ghost always urging me on
Looking for legends in the cotton fields
Thinking of Lowell and his mother`s meals
She said:"Don`t you dream about Jack!"
"I know if you do you`ll leave me"
"And you`ll never come back..."
Pass me that bottle, baby
Pass me that pen
I`m gonna walk with Jack
I`m gonna talk to Jack
An` I might never wake up again!
Lonely as an angel -- living on wheels
Going to heaven with his brother Neal
I closed my eyes and I was almost there...
Northwest of Boston with Jack and memere!
She said:"Don`t you dream about Jack!"
"I know if you do you`ll leave me"
"And you`ll never come back..."
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4. |
Ravenswing
03:50
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`Ravenswing`
Remember me to Ravenswing
Where the windows face the sea
Where the pillows smell of lavender
All those nights come back to me
Say hello to the Yellow Duke
He taught me this waltz
On the dance floor of the clifftop
He was a partner to us all
Remember me to Ravenswing
Where the boys all hang out
Give them this token of my love
Let them try to work it out
Say hello to Julian
With his fire-cracker smile
He is still the finest tree
Along this barren, stony mile
Take me back, take me back
Ah, take me back, take me back
Take me back
Remember me to Ravenswing
On that island small and white
We left something of our lives behind
On that frantic August night
Susan wore her famous dress
And smoked her favourite fire
We made love without a sound
With need, but no desire
How many times have I looked for that place
Remembered its essence, but forgotten its face
High on that hill overlooking the sea
In the room at the top of the stairs
I see Susan and me
Remember me to Ravenswing
Remember me to the boys
Tell them our lives are like love-letters
That can never be destroyed
Cut them a branch of thorns and a rose
Take them this song they can sing
Carry them to those young men
Home at Ravenswing
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5. |
Tender is the Night
03:40
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`Tender is the Night`
The day comes down in dust
The rusty rays of the sun
You`re like a feather in the evening rush
You`re lonely, but you`re not the only one
Sanctuary elusive
Desires becoming hard to please
You search out corners where the lonely sleep
You close your eyes -- something touches your sleeve
It`s coming now -- tender is the night
The moon winks and throws you down a star
The day dissolves and now you feel all right
Tender is the night
You want him now -- you want his kiss upon your face
Here in this dark place called night
He is a flame: a light to guide you on your way
He comes out of day into night
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6. |
The Invisible Man
04:35
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`The Invisible Man`
I don`t think I can love you forever
There are cracks in the sky where the rain comes in
I`ve seen my hands touching you
I am so forgiving
I woke up dreaming beside you
Frightened by something you`d whispered in the night
“People have died…..
“Simply by remembering.”
The dress you wore that night was like a map of the moon
I traced the lonely rivers
I traced the empty seas
But you were so hard – so hard to please
If you should ever write a song about me
Don`t forget to say how I carried you
Mention my name –
And don`t forget the bleeding
I don`t think I can love you forever
There are wounds in the sky where the rain comes in
I`ve seen my hands touching you
Now see them disappearing
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7. |
The Kubrick Letter
05:47
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`The Kubrick Letter`
Do you remember that day at Kew
We`d been to see `A Clockwork Orange`
It made us think about the things that people do
The things that people do
The windows of the car were black
We spent two hours down by the river
Eating bread and dreams;
We never wanted to go back
We never wanted to go back...
The Beatles were breaking up
It was getting late
We didn`t know what we had done
We held our breath as the moon came up
Can I melt you some ice in a glass
Will you dance just one more time in your blue velvet
Will you sing that song about the past
Do you remember that day at Kew
We`d been to see `A Clockwork Orange`
It made us think about the things that people do
The things that people do
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8. |
When we were Indians
03:39
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`When we were Indians`
We were made of gold
When we were Indians
Each feather was a year
Traded with the wind
We laughed together at the moon
When we were Indians
Our lives were pyramids
Connected to the sun
We were made of gold
When we were Indians
Each feather was a year
Stolen by the wind
We laughed together at the moon
When we were Indians
Our lives were pyramids
We prayed for rain
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