In the Dark Again I Hate This Lyrics
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1. Avalanche four:59
2. Concluding Twelvemonth's Man 5:55
3. Dress Rehearsal Rag 6:01
4. Diamonds in the Mine iii:46
v. Love Calls You lot By Your Name v:36
6. Famous Blue Raincoat v:05
7. Sing Some other Vocal, Boys 6:10
8. Joan of Arc six:21
Australian CD release RCD 1109 on
the now defunct RAINBOW label
Barrage
Well I stepped into an barrage,
it covered up my soul;
when I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden loma.
Yous who wish to conquer pain,
you must learn, learn to serve me well.You strike my side past accident
as you become down for your gold.
The cripple here that yous clothe and feed
is neither starved nor cold;
he does not enquire for your company,
not at the centre, the heart of the world.When I am on a pedestal,
you did not raise me in that location.
Your laws practise not compel me
to kneel grotesque and blank.
I myself am the pedestal
for this ugly hump at which you stare.You lot who wish to conquer pain,
y'all must learn what makes me kind;
the crumbs of love that you offering me,
they're the crumbs I've left backside.
Your pain is no credential here,
it's just the shadow, shadow of my wound.I take begun to long for you,
I who accept no greed;
I have begun to inquire for you,
I who have no demand.
You say you've gone away from me,
but I can feel you when you breathe.Do not wearing apparel in those rags for me,
I know you lot are not poor;
yous don't love me quite then fiercely now
when you know that yous are non sure,
it is your plough, dearest,
it is your flesh that I habiliment.
Final Year's Man
The rain falls down on last year'south man,
that's a jew'due south harp on the tabular array,
that's a crayon in his hand.
And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled
far past the stems of thumbtacks
that still throw shadows on the wood.
And the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the pelting falls down amen
on the works of final year'due south man.I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the nighttime
oh one by one she had to tell them
that her proper name was Joan of Arc.
I was in that ground forces, yes I stayed a niggling while;
I want to thank you, Joan of Arc,
for treating me so well.
And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight;
all these wounded boys you lie abreast,
goodnight, my friends, goodnight.I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived;
Bethlehem the bridegroom,
Babylon the bride.
Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me,
and Bethlehem inflamed us both
like the shy ane at some orgy.
And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
that I had to draw bated to see
the serpent eat its tail.Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain
so I hang upon my altar
and I hoist my axe once again.
And I take the i who finds me dorsum to where it all began
when Jesus was the honeymoon
and Cain was just the man.
And we read from pleasant Bibles that are spring in blood and skin
that the wilderness is gathering
all its children back again.The rain falls down on concluding twelvemonth'south man,
an hour has gone by
and he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen if he merely gives the word;
the lovers volition rise upwards
and the mountains touch the ground.
Only the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.
Dress Rehearsal Rag
Iv o'clock in the afternoon
and I didn't feel like very much.
I said to myself, "Where are you gilded male child,
where is your famous aureate touch?"
I thought you knew where
all of the elephants lie downwards,
I thought you were the crown prince
of all the wheels in Ivory Boondocks.
But take a expect at your body now,
in that location's nix much to save
and a bitter vocalisation in the mirror cries,
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."
Now if you can manage to get
your trembling fingers to comport,
why don't you try unwrapping
a stainless steel razor blade?
That's correct, it'southward come to this,
yes information technology's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't information technology a strange style down?There'south no hot h2o
and the common cold is running sparse.
Well, what do you expect from
the kind of places you lot've been living in?
Don't drink from that loving cup,
it'southward all caked and croaky along the rim.
That'due south not the electric light, my friend,
that is your vision growing dim.
Cover up your face with soap, at that place,
now you're Santa Claus.
And you've got a gift for anyone
who will give you his applause.
I thought you lot were a racing man,
ah, merely you couldn't take the footstep.
That's a funeral in the mirror
and it's stopping at your face.
That's right, it's come up to this,
yeah it'due south come to this,
and wasn't it a long manner downwards,
ah wasn't it a strange way down?Once there was a path
and a girl with chestnut hair,
and y'all passed the summers
picking all of the berries that grew there;
there were times she was a adult female,
oh, there were times she was just a kid,
and you held her in the shadows
where the raspberries grow wild.
And you climbed the twilight mountains
and you sang nearly the view,
and everywhere that yous wandered
beloved seemed to go along with you.
That'due south a difficult 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,
information technology's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't information technology a strange mode down?Y'all tin still find a job,
exit and talk to a friend.
On the back of every magazine
there are those coupons you lot can send.
Why don't you join the Rosicrucians,
they can give y'all back your hope,
you can find your dear with diagrams
on a plain dark-brown envelope.
But you lot've used upwards all your coupons
except the 1 that seems
to exist written on your wrist
forth with several thousand dreams.
Now Santa Claus comes forward,
that'due south a razor in his mit;
and he puts on his dark spectacles
and he shows you where to hit;
and so the cameras pan,
the stand up in stunt man,
clothes rehearsal rag,
information technology's but the clothes rehearsal rag,
you lot know this dress rehearsal rag,
it's just a wearing apparel rehearsal rag.
Diamonds in the Mine
The woman in blueish, she's asking for revenge,
the man in white -- that's you -- says he has no friends.
The river is swollen up with rusty cans
and the trees are burning in your promised land.And there are no messages in the mailbox,
and there are no grapes upon the vine,
and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore,
and there are no diamonds in the mine.Well, you lot tell me that your lover has a broken limb,
yous say y'all're kind of restless now and it'due south on account of him.
Well, I saw the man in question, information technology was just the other night,
he was eating up a lady where the lions and Christians fight.And there are no letters in the mailbox
and there are no grapes upon the vine,
and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore,
and there are no diamonds in the mine.(You lot tell them now)
Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch,
some very clever medico went and sterilized the bitch,
and the simply human of free energy, yeah the revolution's pride,
he trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child.And there are no letters in the mailbox,
oh no, at that place are no, no grapes upon your vine,
and there are, there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore,
and there are no diamonds in your mine.
And in that location are no messages in the mailbox,
and there are no grapes upon the vine,
and in that location are no chocolates in your boxes anymore,
and in that location are no diamonds in your mine.
Honey Calls You lot By Your Proper noun
You thought that it could never happen
to all the people that you became,
your body lost in legend, the beast so very tame.
But hither, correct here,
between the birthmark and the stain,
between the ocean and your open vein,
betwixt the snowman and the rain,
once more, once once again,
dearest calls you by your proper noun.The women in your scrapbook
whom you lot still praise and blame,
you say they chained you to your fingernails
and yous climb the halls of fame.
Oh merely here, right here,
between the peanuts and the cage,
between the darkness and the stage,
betwixt the hour and the age,
once again, in one case again,
love calls y'all by your proper name.Shouldering your loneliness
like a gun that you lot will not learn to aim,
you stumble into this cinema,
and so you lot climb, you climb into the frame.
Yep, and here, right here
between the moonlight and the lane,
between the tunnel and the train,
betwixt the victim and his stain,
one time once again, in one case again,
honey calls you by your name.I leave the lady meditating
on the very love which I, I do non wish to claim,
I journeying downwards the hundred steps,
but the street is still the very same.
And here, right hither,
between the dancer and his cane,
between the sailboat and the drain,
between the newsreel and your tiny pain,
one time again, once again,
love calls you by your proper name.Where are you, Judy, where are you, Anne?
Where are the paths your heroes came?
Wondering out loud as the bandage pulls away,
was I, was I only limping, was I really lame?
Oh here, come up over here,
between the windmill and the grain,
betwixt the sundial and the chain,
between the traitor and her pain,
once again, once again,
honey calls you past your proper noun.
Famous Blue Raincoat
It's four in the morning, the terminate of December
I'm writing you now just to come across if you're meliorate
New York is cold, merely I like where I'm living
There'due south music on Clinton Street all through the evening.I hear that you're building your fiddling firm deep in the desert
Y'all're living for nothing at present, I hope you're keeping some kind of tape.Yep, and Jane came by with a lock of your pilus
She said that you gave it to her
That nighttime that you planned to go clear
Did you lot ever go articulate?Ah, the last time nosotros saw you lot you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to run across every train
And y'all came home without Lili MarleneAnd you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came dorsum she was nobody's wife.Well I run into you at that place with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I encounter Jane'southward awake --She sends her regards.
And what tin I tell you my blood brother, my killer
What can I perhaps say?
I judge that I miss y'all, I gauge I forgive you
I'one thousand glad you lot stood in my way.If you ever come by hither, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.Yes, and thanks, for the problem you took from her eyes
I thought information technology was there for good and then I never tried.And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That nighttime that you planned to go articulate --Sincerely, Fifty. Cohen
Sing Some other Vocal, Boys
(Allow'south sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.)Ah his fingernails, I see they're cleaved,
his ships they're all on fire.
The moneylender'southward lovely little daughter
ah, she's eaten, she'south eaten with desire.
She spies him through the glasses
from the pawnshops of her wicked male parent.
She hails him with a microphone
that some poor vocalist, just like me, had to leave her.
She tempts him with a clarinet,
she waves a Nazi dagger.
She finds him lying in a heap;
she wants to exist his woman.
He says, "Yes, I might go to slumber
but kindly leave, exit the hereafter,
leave it open."He stands where it is steep,
oh I judge he thinks that he'south the very first one,
his hand upon his leather belt at present
like it was the wheel of some big bounding main liner.
And she will learn to impact herself so well
every bit all the sails burn downwardly like newspaper.
And he has lit the chain
of his famous cigarillo.
Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever achieve the moon,
at least not the one that we're after;
it'southward floating broken on the open up sea, look out there, my friends,
and information technology carries no survivors.
But lets go out these lovers wondering
why they cannot take each other,
and let's sing another vocal, boys,
this one has grown sometime and bitter.
Joan of Arc
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
equally she came riding through the night;
no moon to proceed her armour bright,
no human to go her through this very smoky nighttime.
She said, "I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding apparel or something white
to wearable upon my swollen ambition."Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
yous know I've watched y'all riding every solar day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine.
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
"Why, I'm burn," he replied,
"And I honey your solitude, I love your pride.""Then burn, brand your body cold,
I'1000 going to give you mine to agree,"
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding apparel.It was deep into his peppery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and and so she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be woods.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for dear and light,
only must it come up so cruel, and oh so bright?
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