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Marianne Faithfull: A Perfect Stranger - The Island Anthology

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s

Artist: Marianne Faithfull
Title: A Perfect Stranger - The Island Anthology
Released: 1998.10.27
Label: Island Records
Time: 76:27 / 77:40
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Appears with:
Category: Pop/Rock
Rating: *********. (9/10)
Media type: CD Double
Purchase date:  2002.05.03
Price in €: 17,99
Web address: www.marianne-faithfull.net

 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


CD one:
[1] Broken English (Faithfull/Maverty/Reynolds/Stannard/York) - 4:34
[2] Witches' Song (Faithfull/Mavety/Reynolds/Stannard/York) - 4:43
[3] Guilt (Reynolds) - 5:08
[4] The Ballad of Lucy Jordan (Silverstein) - 4:09
[5] Working Class Hero (Lennon) - 4:40
[6] Why d'Ya Do It? (Faithfull/Mavety/Reynolds/Stannard/Williams/York) - 6:41
[7] Sister Morphine** (Faithfull/Jagger/Richards) - 6:04
[8] Sweetheart (Faithfull/Reynolds) - 3:15
[9] Intrigue (Brierley) - 4:29
[10] For Beauty's Sake (Faithfull/Winwood) - 3:30
[11] So Sad (Faithfull/Reynolds/York) - 4:31
[12] Truth, Bitter Truth (Courts/Faithfull/Reynolds) - 7:20
[13] The Blue Millionaire** (Badarou/Reynolds/Reynolds) - 8:23
[14] Falling from Grace (Brierley/Faithfull) - 3:53
[15] Running for Your Lives (Badarou/Faithfull/Reynolds) - 4:43

CD two:
[1] Ballad of the Soldier's Wife (Brecht/Saltzman/Weill) - 4:22
[2] Trouble in Mind [The Return] (Jones) - 4:21
[3] Boulevard of Broken Dreams (Dubin/Warren) - 3:05
[4] Yesterdays (Harbach/Kern) - 5:19
[5] Strange Weather (Brennan/Waits) - 4:14
[6] Gloomy Sunday* (Lewis/Seress) - 3:13
[7] Hello Stranger (Pomus/Rebennack) - 2:29
[8] As Tears Go By (Jagger/Oldham/Richards) - 3:45
[9] A Perfect Stranger* (Faithfull/Saunders) - 4:49
[10] Conversation on a Barstool* (Bono) - 4:17
[11] A Waste of Time (Faithfull/Winwood) - 5:02
[12] Isolation* (Lennon) - 3:11
[13] Blazing Away (Faithfull/Reynolds) - 4:10
[14] When I Find My Life [Live] (Faithfull/Reynolds) - 3:00
[15] Times Square [Live] (Reynolds) - 4:36
[16] Ghost Dance (Kaye/Smith) - 3:43
[17] Sleep (Badalamenti/Faithfull/McGuiness) - 3:35
[18] Love in the Afternoon (Badalamenti/Faithfull) - 3:30
[19] Bored by Dreams (Badalamenti/Faithfull) - 3:07
[20] She (Badalamenti/Faithfull) - 3:23

* - Previousliy unreleased.
** - Previously unavailable on CD.

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


MARIANNE FAITHFULL - Vocals

MAC REBENNACK - Guitar, Piano
ROB DEVITO - Bass
CAROLINE LEVINE - Viola
SHERRY SYLAR - Oboe, Oboe D'amore
RAFAEL DE JESUS - Percussion
JOHN MARSHALL - Trumpet
WALLY BADAROU - Acoustic Guitar, Keyboards, Vocals
MARK EGAN - Bass
MARK ISHAM - Trumpet, Producer, Engineer
PETER MAUNU - Guitar
ROBERT QUINE - Guitar
STEVE WINWOOD - Musician
RON WOOD - Guitar
BOB MINTZER - Bass Clarinet
RUFUS REID - Bass
MARC RIBOT - Guitar
LEW SOLOFF - Trumpet, Flugelhorn
CHARLIE WATTS - Drums
CHRIS HUNTER - Flute, Alto Saxophone
PEE WEE ELLIS - Saxophone
ALEX FOSTER - Clarinet
CHRIS SPEDDING - Guitar, Arranger
DARRYL WAY - Musician
AL BROWN - Viola
STEVE YORK - Musician
BARRY REYNOLDS - Guitar, Vocals, Associate Producer
STEVE SLAGLE - Alto Saxophone, Baritone Saxophone
DON ALIAS - Percussion
LAMAR ALSOP - Viola
MARIN ALSOP - Violin
ANGELO BADALAMENTI - Clarinet, Conductor, Keyboards, Producer, Orchestration
ANN BARAK - Viola
JULIEN BARBER - Viola
DOUGIE BOWNE - Drums
ROBERT CARLISLE - French Horn
CARTER CATHCART - Keyboards
MIKEY CHUNG - Keyboards
MARSHALL P. COID - Violin
MEL COLLINS - Musician
JIM CUOMO - Woodwind
CARMINE D'AMICO - Guitar
GLENN DREWES - Trumpet
MARY HELEN EWING - Viola
LAWRENCE FELDMAN - Flute, Alto Flute
ANTON FIG - Drums
BILL FRISELL - Guitar, Arranger
SHARON FREEMAN - Piano, Conductor
KENNETH FRICKER - Viola
MIKE GIBBS - Horn Arrangements, String Arrangements
JULIE GREEN - Cello
JULIET HAFFNER - Viola
CONRAD HERWIG - Trombone
NEIL HUBBARD - Musician
GARTH HUDSON - Accordion, Keyboards
GUY HUMPHRIES - Musician
CHRISTINE IMS - Viola
BIRCH JOHNSON - Trombone
KINNY LANDRUM - Keyboards
BEVERLY LAURIDSEN - Cello
RON LAWRENCE - Viola
JIM LEVERTON - Musician
MICHAEL LEVINE - Violin
J.T. LEWIS - Drums
RICHARD LOCKER - Cello
NANCY MCALHANY - Violin
CLIFTON MORRISON - Musician
GENE ORLOFF - Violin
MORRIS PERT - Musician
SUE PRAY - Viola
ALBERT REGNI - Flute, Alto Flute
CLAY RUEDE - Cello
KEITH RICHARDS - Guitar, Producer
FUZZY SAMUELS - Musician
FERNANDO SAUNDERS - Bass, Guitar, Background Vocals, Producer
LAURA SEATON - Violin
LAKSHMINARAYANA SHANKAR - Double Violin
MARK ORRIN SHUMAN - Cello
PAMELA SKLAR - Flute, Alto Flute
THUNDER SMITH - Drums
TONY SMITH - Drums
RICHARD SORTOMME - Viola
CHRIS STAINTON - Musician
TERRY STANNARD - Drums
PICKFORD SYKES - Musician
MITSUE TAKAYAMA - Viola
PETER VEITCH - Musician
DON WAS - Bass, Producer
GIB WHARTON - Steelo Guitar
SHELLEY WOODWORTH - Oboe, Oboe D'amore
MARY WOOTEN - Cello
KURT WORTMAN - Percussion
HARRY ZARATZIAN - Viola
FREDERICK ZLOTKIN - Cello
RICH PERRY - Tenor Saxophone
CHARLIE DRAYTON - Drums
PAUL M. YOUNG - Musician
DYANE SPENNER - Musician
WILLIAM SCHIMMEL - Accordion

HAL WILLNER - Producer, Executive Producer
PAUL YOUNG - Producer
MARK MILLER MUNDY - Producer
BILL LEVENSON - Compilation Producer
JERRY RAPPAPORT - Compilation Producer
ALAN RUDOLPH - Executive Producer
JOHN TELFER - Executive Producer
PAUL BRADY - Recorder
JOE FERLA - Engineer, Mixing
GARY CLAYTON - Engineer
BOB POTTER - Engineer
DON WERSHBA - Engineer
STEVEN MILLER - Engineer
ART POHLEMUS - Engineer
FRANK PEKOC - Assistant Engineer
JIM MURRAY - Assistant Engineer
JOHN LOMBARDO - Assistant Engineer
ANGELA GOMEZ - Assistant Engineer
YVONNE YEDIBALIAN - Assistant Engineer
ANDREW SPIEGELMAN - Assistant Engineer
GARY CHESTER - Mixing
ED THACKER - Mixing
DAVID GREENBERG - Mixing
KEVIN REEVES - Digital Remastering
GEORGE DUBOSE - Photography
FIROOZ ZAHEDI - Photography
GERED MANKOWITZ - Photography
COLM HENRY - Photography
ADRIAN BOOT - Photography
TERRI TIERNEY - Project Coordinator
MATT STRINGER - Project Coordinator CATHERINE LADIS - Project Assistant
ANN POWERS - Liner Notes

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


1998 CD Island 524579



Because more than half of the 35 songs on this two-disc retrospective of Marianne Faithfull's 1979-95 output come from her three great albums — Broken English, Dangerous Acquaintances, and Strange Weather — or are previously unreleased outtakes or B-sides from them, A Perfect Stranger: The Island Anthology makes a fine primer to Faithfull's often challenging, always mesmerizing (or would that be always challenging, often mesmerizing?) music. "Ballad of the Soldier's Wife," her solid contribution to 1985's Lost in the Stars: The Music of Kurt Weill, is also included, giving Faithfull's hauntingly tragic voice the resonance and attention it demands. Weill and Faithfull seem made for each other, as the bulk of the second disc (comprised of songs from her 1990 live album and the underachieving A Secret Life, as well as the career-capping Strange Weather) makes clear. But there's also a strain to some of these tracks, as if Faithfull's aesthetic wandering eventually will bring her to that elusive cabaret of her dreams. On her best recordings, it indeed sounds like she's home.

Michael Gallucci, All-Music Guide, © 1992 - 2002 AEC One Stop Group, Inc.



After a decade and a half of recording everything from '60s pop covers culled from the Rolling Stones, the Beatles, country music, and pensive singer-songwriters, Marianne Faithfull signed with Island Records as a reinvented new-wave punk queen. With sharpened edge at the ready, she cut 1978's Broken English, a harrowing purge of sexual jealousy and guilt, six cuts from which are featured here. Her voice, ravaged from years of excess, cracks with wasted beauty and lent tarnished experience to her tales of struggle and hopeless nostalgia. After several albums of modern pop (a healthy selection from all are included in this essential anthology), Faithfull hooked up with producer Hal Willner to record 1987's Strange Weather, adopting a new role as an ageless, bluesy chanteuse. A Perfect Stranger follows through her latest collaboration with Angelo Badalamenti (1995's A Secret Life) and features six previously unreleased tracks, including a cover of John Lennon's "Isolation" and "A Waste of Time," a song she cowrote with Steve Winwood.

Rob O'Connor - Amazon.com



What the Critics Say...

Spin (12/98, p.179) - "...a cabaret fetish past perfection; she's bitterness' sweetheart..."

CMJ (12/21/98, p.30) - "...Marianne Faithfull's dark, raspy voice was the bridge between cabaret queen Edith Piaf and modern pop, and this anthology reminds us of its expressive power..."



A Perfect Stranger - The Island Anthology isn't a greatest hits album per say - it's the re-construction of a life. Marianne Faithful was a songstress chanteuse in the 1960's and very much part of the pop-music scene. But the demands of the industry became too much for her, and she descended into a world of drugs and disappointment, only to resurrect herself in 1979 with the release of Broken English. The resurrection revealed Marianne as a woman - a womanhood reached via her struggles. The two discs of this comprehensive collection contain music from the teeth of her struggle, her evolution, and an exploration of the troubled music of others. There isn't much of Faithfull's recent work that's been left out. The album includes six tracks from Broken English, her version of "Sister Morphine", which she originally wrote with Mick Jagger and Keith Richards and covers of work by Kurt Veil, Bono, Tom Waits and John Lennon. Marianne Faithfull is a true musical luminary. She's able to collaborate with the pop scene's notables as well as write her own music. With her jagged, seasoned voice, which gives all her songs a signature twist, even her covers sound like originals.

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 L y r i c s


DISC ONE:

BROKEN ENGLISH

Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan
What are you fighting for ?
It's not my security.

It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in Russian,
Don't say it in German.
Say it in broken English,
Say it in broken English.

Lose your father, your husband,
Your mother, your children.
What are you dying for ?
It's not my reality.

It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in Russian,
Don't say it in German.
Say it in broken English,
Say it in broken English.

What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?

What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?

Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan.
What are you fighting for ?
It's not my security.

It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in Russian,
Don't say it in German.
Say it in broken English,
Say it in broken English.

Say it in broken English,
Say it in broken English.

What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting ...


WITCHES' SONG

Shall I see tonight sister, bathed in magic greet
Shall we meet on the hilltop where the two roads meet.
We will form the circle, hold our hands and chant,
Let the great one know what it is we want.

Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire,
Happy is our family, lonely is the ward.

Sister, we are waiting on the rock and chain
Fly fast through the airwaves, meet with pride and truth.

Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire,
Happy is our family, lonely is the ward.

Father, we are waiting for you to appear.
Do you feel the panic, can you see the fear ?
Mother, we are waiting for you to give consent.
If there's to be a marriage, we need contempt.

Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire,
Happy is our family, lonely is the ward.

La da da da da da, la la la la la .
La da da da da da, la la la la la .
La da da da da da, la la la la la
La da da da da da, la la la la la ...

Remember death is far away and life is sweet.


GUILT

I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.

I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.
I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.

I never lied to my lover,
But if I did I would admit it.
If I could get away with murder
I'd take my gun and I'd commit it.
I never gave to the rich, I never stole from the poor,
I'm like a curious child, give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more.

I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though I feel it in my veins, it's not enough.
I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though it's streaming through my veins it's not enough.

I never stole a scarf from Harrods,
But if I did you wouldn't miss it.
I never stole a doll from Lovecraft,
But if I did you know I'd kiss it.
I never stole from the rich, I never gave to the poor,
I'm like a curious child, just give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more.

I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt.

Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt
Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt ...


THE BALLAD OF LUCY JORDAN

The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair ...


WORKING CLASS HERO

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career,
But you really can't function you're so full of fear.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

There's room at the top they are telling us still,
But first we must learn how to smile as we kill
If we want to live like the folks on the hill.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.


WHY'D YA DO IT ?

When I stole a twig from our little nest
And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak,
I had my balls and my brains put into a vice
And twisted around for a whole fucking week.
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you let that trash
Get a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash ?

Why'd ya do it she said, why'd you let her suck your cock ?
Oh, do me a favour, don't put me in the dark.
Why'd ya do it, she said, they're mine all your jewels,
You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools.

Why'd ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore,
'Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor.
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you spit on my snatch ?
Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch ?

Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid.

Why'd you do it, she said, ain't nothing to laugh,
You just tore all our kisses right in half!

Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do what you did,
Betray my little oyster for such a low bitch.

Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid.

Why'd ya do it, she screamed, after all we've said
Every time I see your dick I see her cunt in my bed.

The whole room was swirling,
Her lips were still curling.

Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do it, she said,
Why'd you do what you did ?

Oh, big grey mother, I love you forever
With your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather.
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ...

Ah, I feel better now.


SISTER MORPHINE

Here I lie in my hospital bed,
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again.
Oh, I don't think I can wait that long,
Oh, you see I'm not that strong.

The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears.
Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here ?
What am I doing in this place ?
Why does the doctor have no face ?
Oh, I can't crawl across the floor.
Can't you see, Sister Morphine, I'm just trying to score.

Well, it just goes to show things are not what they seem.
Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmare into dreams.
Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast
And that this shot will be my last.

Sweet Cousin Cocaine, lay your cool hands on my head.
Hey, Sister Morphine, you'd better make up my bed
For you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead,
And you can sit around and you can watch the clean white sheets stain red.


SWEETHEART

Sweetheart
I'm changing my role in life,
I'm not re-arranging the main things in my life.
I ain't sacrificing what I hold as true,
I ain't sacrificing, sweetheart even for you.

Sweetheart — I'm changing my mode of life,
I'm not re-arranging the main things in my life.
I'm not giving up now in mixed company.
I'll be holding on now looking to find my identity.

My freedom means too much to give up now.
It doesn't matter to you anyhow.

Sweetheart.
Sweetheart.

My freedom means too much to give up now.
And did it matter so much anyhow.

Sweetheart
I'm changing my role in life,
I ain't re-arranging the main things in my life.
I ain't sacrificing what I hold as true,
I ain't sacrificing, sweetheart even for you.

My freedom means too much to give up now.
And did it matter so much anyhow.

Sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
Sweetheart.


INTRIGUE

Intrigue — surrounding me
Intrigue — surrounding you
I was only looking for a bit of harmony and grace,
I swear I only meant it in good faith.

In league — enfolding you
Fatigue — I feel it, too.
I guess I never thought I had a thing or two to lose,
I never thought I'd end up as good news.

Believe in what you hear.
Concede to what you fear.
And if you think that I have so much love to go to waste,
Cut out the running home, make the pace.

Intrigue — surrounding me — you
Intrigue — surrounding you — me
I was only looking for a bit of harmony and grace,
I swear I only meant it in good faith.

And if you think that I have so much love to go to waste,
Cut out the running home, make the pace.

Intrigue
Intrigue
Intrigue
Intrigue
Intrigue
Intrigue


FOR BEAUTIE'S SAKE

What are you takin' for beautie's sake
What are you takin' for beautie's sake
What are you takin'
What are you takin' for beautie's sake

What are you takin' for beautie's sake
What are you takin' for beautie's sake
What are you takin'
What are you takin' for beautie's sake ?

My heart's achin' 'cause I can't ignore you,
My heart's breakin' 'cause I can't reward you
What can I do ?
'Cause you stepped inside my soul

Feel like you're dyin' for beautie's sake
Say that you're lyin' for beautie's sake
Who cares what you're feeling ?
You've lost and you're dealing for beautie's sake.

In your circle you hold supreme sway,
Can you imagine not getting your own way ?
What can I do
'Cause you stepped inside my soul ?

What are you takin' for beautie's sake
What are you takin' for beautie's sake
What are you takin'
What are you takin' for beautie's sake ?

My heart's achin' 'cause I can't ignore you
My heart's breakin' 'cause I can't reward you.
What can I do ?
'Cause you stepped inside my soul.

You stand astride the city takin' it all in
Lyin' before the fire admiring your own skin
Beautiful and dumb — avarice and then some
What can I do ?
What can I do ?
What can I do ?
'Cause you stepped inside my soul ?

What are you takin' for beautie's sake
What are you takin' for beautie's sake
What are you takin'
What are you takin' for beautie's sake ?

What are you takin' for beautie's sake
What are you takin' for beautie's sake
What are you takin'
What are you fakin' for beautie's sake ?

What are you takin' for beautie's sake
What are you takin' for beautie's sake
What are you takin'
What are you takin' for beautie's sake ?


SO SAD

Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall.
Looking hard through the glass,
Fears sure built in with every waltz.

Looking out at the rain
Looking in through the storm.
Treading the waves,
Come in from harm.
How could you regret your other words ...
Hoping for thrills — free as a bird ...

Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall.
Looking hard through the glass,
Fears sure built in with every waltz.

There's a knock at the door,
I get up — let you in.
Travelled and stained,
Soaked to the skin.
Welcome my darling, you got here at last ...
Come and sit by the fire — forget what's past.

So sad, so sad,
So sad, so sad.

Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall.
Looking hard through the glass,
Fears sure built in with every waltz.

Looking out at the rain
Looking in through the storm.
Looking back, looking forward,
Flying up, flying down —
What have you found ?

So sad, so sad
What have you found ?
So sad, so sad
What have you found ?
So sad, so sad
What have you found ?
So sad, so sad.


TRUTH, BITTER TRUTH

Where did it go to my youth,
Where did it fade away to ?
Who was it told the truth, the bitter truth,
The truth we didn't want to know ?

What is it — do you know ?
What is it — can I bear it ?
Who did it — do I care ?
Who is it — when did it happen and where ?

Why did you let me know,
How could you think I'd stand it ?
You knew I'd pay you back,
I did it, and it happened — do you care ?

Where did it go to, my youth ?
Where did it fade away to ?
Who was it told the truth, the bitter truth,
The truth we didn't want to know ?

Who is he — do you know ?
This man of power but a fool.
They said he was so high and pure,
They also said that he was cruel.

They killed him, did you see ?
They knew he couldn't take it.
They wanted lies — he said the truth.
They did it — and it happened — who cares ?

Where did it go to, my youth ?
Where did it slip away to ?
Who was it told the truth, the bitter truth,
The truth they didn't want to know ?

Why did you let me know,
How could you think I'd stand it ?
You knew I'd pay you back.
I did it, and it happened — do you care ?

What is it — do you know ?
Who did it — can I bear it ?
Who did it — do I care ?
Who is it — when did it happen and where ?

What is it — do you know ?
Who did it — can I bear it ?
Who did it — do I care ?
Who is it — when did it happen and where ?

Where did it go to, my youth ?
Where did it slip away to ?
Who was it told the truth, the bitter truth,
The truth I didn't want to know ?


THE BLUE MILLIONAIRE

You've seen him
In the undirected light of street dreams
Doing nothing —
Standing, like to seem casual
With a resemblance to people held by fear.
Lit by fire and disrepair.
The blue millionaire.

Don't listen and keep asking —
Only stories reach this far.
No one's left and no one's coming
And I will disappear
Far away from you,
The American wind,
And the blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.

There is no such thing as the Wrong Man
Blue as the dusk that ended my day
And shut off the light and air.

I wish I could tell you
How he put them in cages,
Found you where you slept.
Got me down with something else than bruises

Tied me to a blue chair
Lit by fire and disrepair
The blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.

Seen him drinking gin from pale blue bottles,
Drowning in shadow,
Shadows moving in.
Forever imagine
Imagine it's him
Nearby the window
With dreams broken in.

I don't laugh anymore — or smile,
I am lost in the body,
The passion of time.
He is screening my dreams
And everything that's mine.
Don't stay in this mirror
Other hands have left me in.
You don't blow away as I do.
It will be the same again.
Turn and point away from here.
Steal what you cannot win
From the blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue ...


FALLING FROM GRACE

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase
Then forget about falling from grace.

Don't look at me like that, I never said a word.
Don't ask me where I've been, I'll pretend I never heard.
Don't put it in the paper — please, don't!
I never said I will, I never said I won't.

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase
Then forget about falling from grace.

It's looking bad I know, I'm an outlaw
Don't pity me, I never felt like this before.
Please tell me you believe me, please say
I'll get along without you — anyway.

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase
Then forget about falling from grace.

Feeling hunted, I'm lying low.
Don't tell me who it is, I never said so.
Put yourself in my place, please try.
I never told the truth — I never told a lie.

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase,
Then forget about falling from grace.

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase,
Then forget about falling from grace.

Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace ...


RUNNING FOR OUR LIVES

Move along staying close to the wall
Looking over your shoulder just in time.
Avoid the light, close your eyes
And put your hand in mine.
And put your hand in mine.

Are we in danger, or is it that
You think we might be ?
But I think I'd like to get out of here,
This place it frightens me,
This place it frightens me.

Running for our lives,
At least we're pretending we are.
Running for our lives,
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.

Stop pretending
This is a child's adventure,
The only way I can take it
Is playing the game.

Be quiet, there's a gate ahead.
Do you think we can make it ?
Will it be different, or just the same ?
How long can we keep escaping,
How long can we keep escaping,
How long can we keep escaping
Into another prison ?

Running for our lives,
At least we're pretending we are.
Running for our lives,
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.

Move along staying close to the wall,
Looking over your shoulder just in time.
Avoid the light, close your eyes
And put your hand in mine
And put your hand in mine.

Running for our lives,
At least we're pretending we are.
Running for our lives,
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.

We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get ...



DISC TWO:

BALLAD OF THE SOLDIER'S WIFE

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the ancient city of Prague ?
From Prague came a pair of high heeled shoes,
With a kiss or two came the high heeled shoes
From the ancient city of Prague.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Oslo over the sound ?
From Oslo there came a collar of fur,
How it pleases her, the little collar of fur
From Oslo over the sound.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the wealth of Amsterdam ?
From Amsterdam he got her a hat,
She looked sweet in that,
In her little Dutch hat
From the wealth of Amsterdam.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Brussels in Belgian land ?
From Brussels he sent her those laces so rare
To have and to wear,
Allamp; those laces so rare
From Brussels in Belgian land.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Paris, city of light ?
In Paris he got her a silken gown,
'Twas ended in town that silken gown
From Paris city of light.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the South from Bucharest ?
From Bucharest he sent her a shirt
Embroidered and pert, that Rumanian shirt
From the South from Bucharest.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the far-off Russian land ?
From Russia there came just a widow's veil
For her dead to bewail in her widow's veil
From the far-off Russian land,
From the far-off Russian land.


TROUBLE IN MIND (THE RETURN)

Trouble in mind, I'm blue,
But I won't be blue always
The sun will shine
In my back door some day.

Trouble in mind, that's true,
I have almost lost my mind.
Life ain't worth living,
Sometimes I feel like dying.

I'm gonna lay my head
On some lonesome railroad line,
Let the 2:19 train
Ease my trouble in mind.

Trouble, oh trouble
Trouble's on your worried mind.
When you see me laughing, baby,
I'm laughing just to keep from crying.

I'm going down to the river
I'm gonna take my old rocking chair
And if those blues overtake me,
I'm gonna rock on away from there.

Trouble in mind, I'm blue,
My poor heart is beating slow.
Never had no trouble
In my life before.

Never had no trouble
In my life before.


BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS

I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams
Where gigolo and gigolette
Can take a kiss without regret
So they forget their broken dreams.

You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow
When you behold your shattered schemes.
And gigolo and gigolette
Wake up to find their eyes are wet
With tears that tell of broken dreams.

Here is where you'll always find me,
Always walking up and down,
But I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town.

The joy that you find here, you borrow,
You cannot keep it long it seems.
But gigolo and gigolette
Still sing a song and dance along
The boulevard of broken dreams.

Da, da, da, da, da, da, da,
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da.
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da,
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da.

The joy that you find here, you borrow,
You cannot keep it long it seems.
But gigolo and gigolette
Still sing a song and dance along
The boulevard of broken dreams.


YESTERDAYS

Yesterdays, yesterdays,
Days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days.
Olden days, golden days,
Days of mad romance and love.

Then gay youth was mine
Truth was mine
Joyous free and flaming life
Then truth was mine
Sad am I, glad am I,
For today I'm dreaming of
Yesterdays.

Yesterdays, yesterdays,
Days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days.
Golden days, olden days,
Days of mad romance and love.

Then gay youth was mine
Truth was mine
Joyous free and flaming life
Then truth was mine
Sad am I, glad am I,
For today I'm dreaming of
Yesterdays.


STRANGE WEATHER

Will you take me across the Channel,
London Bridge is falling down.
Strange a woman tries to save
What a man will try to drown.
And he's the rain that they predicted,
It's the forecast every time.
The rose has died because you picked it
An' I believe that brandy's mine.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

The word is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around.
And nothing is the matter
For I never cry in town.
And a love like ours, my dear,
Is best measured when it's down.
And I never buy umbrellas,
For there's always one around.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

And you know that it's beginning,
And you know that it's the end
When once again we are strangers
And the fog comes rolling in.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

Dr. John:
You ready ? 2, 3, 4, 1.


GLOOMY SUNDAY

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HELLO STRANGER

Hello stranger, hello stranger.
Who is that person in the mirror ? It's not me.
Whatever happened to the one that I used to be ?
Is she just another fading memory ?

Hello stranger, hello stranger.
Hello stranger, hello stranger.
Every night you're always in my bed.
Every day you stay inside my head.

Oh, how I wish that I was there instead
Of some sad stranger,
Some sad stranger,
Hello stranger.


AS TEARS GO BY

It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play.
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

My riches can't buy everything,
I want to hear the children sing.
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play.
Doing things I used to do
They think are new,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm ...


A PERFECT STRANGER

Find myself a perfect stranger to take it all,
Someone who isn't like you and to waste it all.
Someone to be around,
Someone to have me hold when the deal goes down.

Didn't I say it would happen this way in the end ?
Didn't I say it would happen this way in the end ?

A perfect stranger is what it seems,
A perfect stranger, a crazy dream,
A crazy dream.

Find myself a perfect stranger to do for now,
Someone who isn't like you but knows why and how.
Someone to walk away,
Someone who knows the time to leave or to stay.

Isn't it sad, baby, we never have it that way ?
Isn't it sad, baby, we never have it that way ?
A perfect stranger is what he seems,
A perfect stranger, a crazy dream,
A crazy dream.

Find myself a perfect stranger to take me there
Someone who isn't like you but know why and where
Soemone who's not afraid
Someone who's blind to all the promises made.

How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it ...

(Thanks to Savas and his Queen for this contribution!)


CONVERSATIONS ON A BAARSTOOL

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A WASTE OF TIME

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ISOLATION

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BLAZING AWAY

So searching down and out looking for a place to stay
A place of no commitment, a place with no involvement.
I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel,
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.

Strange-looking exile with a passion for the dangerous,
An eye for the wicked, a tongue for the nasty.
I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel,
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.

What is the reason that things change ?
What is the reason they can never stay the same ?
What can I do, what can I do ?
Feel it, release it, things change.

Feel it, release it, things change.
Feel it, release it, things change.

What is the reason that things change ?
What is the reason they can never stay the same ?
What can I do, what can I do ?
Feel it, release it, things change.

Feel it, release it, things change.
Feel it, release it, things change.

So searching, down and out looking for a place to stay,
A place of no commitment, a place with no involvement.
I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel,
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.


WHEN I FIND MY LIFE

Oh, I will free the bird in me
Oh, when I find my life.
What I always knew could be
Oh, when I find my life.
I will see the truth in me
Oh, when I find my life.
Oh, when I find my life.

I will let go the pain
Oh, when I find my life.
I will reach beyond the strain
Oh, when I find my life.
Fear of lost and fear of pain
Oh, when I find my life.
Oh, when I find my life.

I remember all the games of shame
And all the lies you told me.
I have worked so hard to learn
And flunked so far in my attempts to let it go by, dear.

And it's so easy
I just opened my eyes.
And it's so hard
To let go.

Oh, I will free the bird in me
Oh, when I find my life.
I will we what I wanna be
Oh, when I find my life.
I am here and I am free.
Oh, when I find my life.

Oh, when I find my life.
Oh, when I find my life.
Oh, when I find my life.


TIMES SQUARE

In a tired part of the city
Hiding from the fast talk
Watch 'Don't walk' to 'Walk'
Easy when you're dreaming
Staring at the movies
Standing in a circle,
Laughing at the wrong time.

If alcohol could take me there.
I'd take a shot a minute
And be there by the hour.

Take a walk around Times Square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the TV.

In a car taking a back seat
Staring out the window
Thinking about danger.
Playing in a wrong world
Fighting — but I'm not free.
Talking on the telephone
Talking about you and me.

If Jesus Christ could take me here
I'd fall dawn on my knees,
Have no questions to His answers.

Take a walk around Times Square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the TV.

Alcohol could take me there.
I'd take a shot a minute
And be there by the hour.

Take a walk around Times Square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the TV.

And if I die gaining my senses
Wake up in a hotel
Staring at the ceiling.


GHOST DANCE

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SLEEP

It is safe to sleep alone
In a place no one knows
And to seek life under stones
In a place water flows.

It is best to find in sleep
The missing pieces that you lost
Best that you refuse to weep
Ash to ash, dust to dust.

It is strange to sleep alone
In a place no one knows
Strange to shelter under stones
In a place water flows.

It is safe to walk with me
Where you can read the sky and stars,
Safe to walk upon the sea
In my sleep we can go far.

It is safe to sleep alone
In a place no one knows
And to shelter under stones
In a place water flows.

It is strange to sleep alone
In a place no one goes,
Strange to seek life under stones.
In my sleep no one knows.


LOVE IN THE AFTERNOON

It's getting dark outside
Daytime is done.
The lights along the river come up
One by one.
Let's make love again
We got time.
I am yours
You are mine.

It's getting dark outside
I have to go.
Don't want my husband
Or my friends to know.
Zip up my dress ...
I can't find my shoes.
Don't fall in love with me
Too much to lose.

The kids are home by now
Have to think fast.
I really think this afternoon
Must be the last.
Don't say anything,
Don't turn on the light.
Thanks for loving me,
Call you tonight.

Bored By Dreams

Things are never what they seem
Play a part most of the time.
What is yours cannot be mine
And I'm bored by dreams.


BORED BY DREAMS.

I can't say the words I mean
Make myself go through the line.
Does the payment fit the crime
If I'm bored by dreams ?

Take me through the steps my love,
Shall we dance again ?
I was older then,
Now we are the same.

Lasse des rêves.

Rêve qui brille dans le noir
Brillera bien, tu peux le croire.
Toujours dire la vérité
Quand je suis lasse des rêves.

Take me through the steps, my love,
Shall we dance again ?
Things were always brighter then,
Hear me call your name.

After a certain age
Every artist
Works with injury.

After a certain age
Every artist
Works with injury.

Take me through the steps my love,
Shall we dance again ?
I was always older then,
Now we are the same.


SHE

She lives alone with no one
Who can see she's unhappy.
She knows what she lost,
Still she is waiting for more.

She could be living in hell
And not know someone loves her.
What can she do,
What is she waiting for ?

The day turns to night
He just can't find the right words to tell her
Twisting and turning and looking for
Something to say.

If you would let me hold you
I wouldn't walk away
That's what he wants,
That's what he wants to say.

What can she lose,
What is she waiting for ?

He knows when she cries
And he saw through the lies that she told him.
She's dreaming and planning
Of how she could ask him to stay.

If you would let me love you,
I wouldn't be the same.
Please can we try,
Please can we try again ?

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