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| 4:26 | ||||
Meet me at the station underneath the clock
Carry an umbrella, no need to talk The man in the homburg, hiding in the fog Will be watching Get yourself a ticket, go through the gate At seven forty-five precisely, don't be late If anybody follows don't hesitate Keep on walking And take the night train to Munich Rumbling down the track After half an hour in the restaurant car Look for the conductor And there will be a stain on his tunic A paper underneath his arm Then you'd better pray that he doesn't look away Or you'll never, never, never come back. When you get the paper take a look inside On page twenty-seven there's a photo of a bride Underneath the story of a man who died In Morocco Memorize the article word for word The man in the homburg understands the code Make sure the conversation isn't overheard They're around you And take the night train to Munich Rumbling down the track After half an hour in the restaurant car Look for the conductor And there will be a stain on his tunic A paper underneath his arm Then you'd better pray that he doesn't look away Or you'll never, never, never come back. I really wouldn't ask if there was anybody else But I now you've got the knack of taking care of yourself And they don't know your face so there won't be anyone Looking for you When you get to Munich we'll be waiting in the car Don't look around, just walk straight out If you don't show, I'm sorry for the pain I caused you Upon the night train to Munich Rumbling down the track After half an hour in the restaurant car Look for the conductor And there will be a stain on his tunic A paper underneath his arm Then you'd better pray that he doesn't look away Or you'll never, never, never come back |
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2. |
| 4:00 | ||||
3. |
| 3:37 | ||||
The sun is high, looking out I see
The emptiness beyond the jetty Seagulls raining like confetti On the Water Sea and sky come together in A hazy kiss out on the ocean Europe seems a foreign notion Hardly thought of And would you leave your modern world behind? I know who I am Riding in my sampan In the shade stands the foreman in A floppy hat and linen suit Beneath his ancient leather boot The ground is straining Far away, figures bend to tap the Endless seas of rubber trees To coat the wheels of Paris taxis Where it's raining And would you leave your melting world behind? I know who I am Riding in my sampan |
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4. |
| 4:17 | ||||
I'm here sitting in the wreck of Europe
With a map of Europe Spread out in a hall of Versailles And every single nationality and principality have come for a piece of the pie I'm sitting in the wreck of Europe With a map of Europe And the lines and the borders are gone We've got to do this jigsaw puzzle It's an awful muddle But somehow we've got to go on Lawrence of Arabia is waiting in the wings He's got some Arab sheikhs and kings And we're in debt to them somehow Lawrence of Arabia has got this perfect vision Gonna sell him down the river There's no time for him now I think I'm gonna take a piece of Russia And a Piece of Germany And give them to Poland again I'll put together Yugoslavia and Czechoslovakia And hope that is how they'll remain Then I'll take a bit of Turkey Then a lot of Turkey This is all quite a heady affair There's Persia and Iraq to pick up And there's Churchill's hiccup And we can't leave it up in the air Woodrow Wilson waves his fourteen points around And says "The time to act is now Won't get this opportunity again" Woodrow Wilson has his fourteen points But Clemenceau turns to Lloyd George And says "You know that God himself had only ten" Today I'm carried by a league of notions (It's a league of notions) By a league of notions I don't think I quite understand (I don't think I understand) I only know from this commotion (From this commotion) There's a chance that we could turn The world in the palm of our hands (We can turn the world in the palm of our hands) Voices in the corridors of power Candles burning hour by hour Still you know that to the victors go the spoils Such a great responsibility to make it fair And there must be some reparations now And don't forget the oil Today I'm carried by a league of notions (It's a league of notions) By a league of notions I don't think I quite understand (I don't think I understand) I only know from this commotion (From this commotion) There's a chance that we could turn The world in the palm of our hands (We can turn the world in the palm of our hands) Pax vobiscum Wo-Oh, Pax vobiscum |
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5. |
| 2:47 | ||||
Paul Gervaise picks up the Herald
And sees the face of Zelda Fitzgerald She's part of the scene Of life between the wars The tropic sun is sticky and warm And it bakes the head of Somerset Maugham Who is writing a scene Of life between the wars You're waiting by the hotdog stand In the onion air As the ball flies through the park Violet and Vita run Through the streets of Paris Their laughter floating through the dark A fog that fell is swallowing London Coco Chanel came back with a suntan To brighten the scene Of life between the wars There will be a pint of milk And a Hovis loaf At the end of every street You can hear a silver band on the radio And it makes the grocer tap his feet The King is leaving Buckingham Palace It's all too cold He'd rather have Wallis They're part of the scene Of life between the war |
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6. |
| 2:05 | ||||
7. |
| 3:41 | ||||
When the great collector found her
She was just a girl She rang a chord inside him And he stole her to the centre of his world Many wished they could be in her shoes But she surely did know how to have the blues He tried to make a star of her She never did know why And though she could have told him There were some things that his money couldn't buy She never knew a way to refuse But she surely did know how to have the blues They say tomorrow's such a long, long time They say tomorrow never comes Whatever happened to this dream of mine Count the days as they run He built himself a castle On a hill above a bay Where Marion the Chatelaine Charmed every single one who came to stay Some never knew, while others read the clues That she surely did know how to have the blues They say tomorrow's such a long, long time They say tomorrow never comes Whatever happened to this dream of mine Count the days as they run When all the parties ended In the castle on the hill The paintings and the statues stood alone And all the corridors grew still She got caught between the shadows and the booze And she surely did know how to have the blues |
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8. |
| 3:31 | ||||
Now I've got my payment
For the service that I gave They've given me my ticket To this place beyond the grave I suppose it's kind of funny I suppose it's kind of sad Thinking back on all the times we had But it's kind of hot and smoky In this ante-room to Hell And I won't make up a story 'Cause you know the truth so well It's much too late to worry That we never had a chance And when Joe the Georgian gets here We will dance, dance dance When Joe the Georgian gets here We will dance We all set off together On this sorry ship of state When the captain took the fever We were hijacked by the mate And he steered us through the shadows Upon an angry tide And cast us one by one over the side But it's kind of hot and smoky In this ante-room to Hell And I won't make up a story 'Cause you know the truth so well It's much too late to worry That we never had a chance And when Joe the Georgian gets here We will dance, dance dance When Joe the Georgian gets here We will dance There's Kamenev, Zinoviev Bukharin and the rest We're sharpening our pitchforks And we're heating up the ends We've got a few surprises For the mate when he appears I hope he likes the next few million years And it's kind of hot and smoky In this anteroom to Hell And I won't make up a story 'Cause you know the truth so well It's much too late to worry That we never had a chance And when Joe the Georgian gets here We will dance, dance dance When Joe the Georgian gets here We will dance |
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9. |
| 3:18 | ||||
Bad news over the great divide
Comes in from every side Still hope won't be denied There was always the Cause There was always the Cause Oh La Pasionara sang This day, no pasaran! It echoed out in Catalan There was always the Cause There was always the Cause Mariposa Late nights waiting on the via dolorosa Hold me closer Not long now, oh ma bella hermosa There was always the Cause Setbacks come at every turn New ways are hard to learn Tonight I saw Guernica burn There was always the Cause There was always the Cause Mariposa Late nights waiting on the via dolorosa Hold me closer Not long now, oh ma bella hermosa There was always the Cause Three years gone in the heart of Spain He brings home a quiet pain He'll never be that young again There was always the Cause There was always the Cause |
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10. |
| 4:15 | ||||
Party hat and satin dress
Silver paper curled in her long black hair Tapping one small elegant shoe in time Oh, the way she plays with them Smile at one, then dance with another Pretty soon they're forming up a line And she's laughing, laughing into 1939 Oh, laughing, laughing into 1939 Oh, the party draws them in It breathes and moves To a life its own In its arms it's gathering all time From the dark he watches her Moving in and out of the bobbing crowd If she even notices, she gives no sign And she's laughing, laughing into 1939 Oh, laughing, laughing into 1939 For tonight is New Year's Eve Uncork your spirits and welcome it in Who knows what it's got up its sleeve Can't wait for it all to begin Stand by the girl with the purple balloon The look in her eyes just lights up the room In the corner of her smile She'll be seeing you soon Under a mistletoe moon Out on to the balcony Come the King and Queen And the crowd go wild He's a little bit nervous But that's just fine And they're laughing, laughing into 1939 Oh, laughing, laughing into 1939 |
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11. |
| 2:47 | ||||