Tuesday, August 2, 2011
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(Tom Waits for Marianne Faithful)
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,
Its the forecast every time.
The rose has died because you picked it
And 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 world 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 its 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 its beginning,
And you know that its 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.
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Cool.
ReplyDeleteAnd hey, it picks up where mine leaves off, eh?
it's the same, all over the world, is the same, Ruth...
ReplyDeleteWheather, I type about my dreams.
ReplyDeleteStill, I'm far from getting somewhere.
Weather, you look me up or not?
I am who I am, don't try to change me...
Weather, I type about my hardships, don't forget me...
Or weather, I close my eyes and open them
and I am still here. And so are you...
Weather, this don't make sense, it just made sense to me
Because I am the one who's living to write to you.
Adjusted from the poem 'Let me talk!" by Sheniqua Lowery