Carla Bruni - No Promises (2007) by Carla Bruni (보컬) on maniadb.com

come, let me sing into your ear, those dancing days are gone all that silk and satin gear, crouch upon a stone wrapping that foul body up in as foul a rag i carry the sun in a golden cup, the moon in a silver bag i carry the sun in a golden cup, the moon in a silver bag curse as you may i sing it through, what matter if the knave that the most could pleasure you, the children that he gave are somewhere sleeping like a top under a marble flag i carry the sun in a golden cup, the moon in a silver bag i carry the sun in a golden cup, the moon in a silver bag come, let me sing into your ear i thought it out this very day, noon upon the clock all that silk and satin gear a man may put pretence away, who leans upon a stick may sing and sing until he drop, whether to maid or hag i carry the sun in a golden cup, the moon in a silver bag i carry the sun in a golden cup, the moon in a silver bag come, let me sing into your ear, those dancing days are gone all that silk and satin gear, crouch upon a stone wrapping that foul body up in as foul a rag i carry the sun in a golden cup, the moon in a silver bag

If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet
Or ask if all be right

From mirror after mirror
No vanity is displayed
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made

What if I look upon a man
As though on my beloved
And my blood be cold the while
And my heart unmoved?

Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made

Lady, weepinng at the crossroads, Would you meet your love In the twilight with his greyhounds, And the hawk upon his glove? Bribe the birds then on the branches, Bribe them to be dumb, Stare the hot sun out of heaven That the night may come. Starless are the nights of travel, Bleak the winter wind; Run with terror all before you And regret behind. Run until you hear the ocean`s Everlasting cry; Deep though it may be and bitter You must drink it dry, Wear out patience in the lowest Dungeons of the sea, Searching through the stranded shipwrecks For the golden key, Push on to the world`s end, pay the Dread guard with a kiss Cross the rotten bridge that totters Over the abyss. There stands the deserted castle Ready to explore; Enter, climb the marble staircase, Open the locked door. Cross the silent empty ballroom Doubt and anger past; Blow the cobwebs from the mirror, See yourself at last. Put your hand behind the wainscot, You have done your part; Find the penknife there and plunge it Into your false heart

I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there
I held my spirit to the glass
To prove it possibler

I turned my being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the owner's name
For doubt that I should know the sound
To ask the owner's name
For doubt that I should know the sound

I judged my features, jelled my hair
I pushed my dimples by
And waited if they twinkled back
Conviction might of me

I turned my being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the owner's name
For doubt that I should know the sound
To ask the owner's name
For doubt that I should know the sound

I told myself take courage, friend
That was a former time
But we might learn to like the Heaven
As well as our old home

I turned my being round and round and round
Paused at every pound
To ask the owner's name
For doubt that I should know the sound
To ask the owner's name
For doubt that I should know the sound

I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there

Promise me no promises,
So will I not promise you:
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true:
Let us hold the die uncast,
Free to come as free to go:
For I cannot know your past,
And of mine what can you know?

You, so warm, may once have been
Warmer towards another one:
I, so cold, may once have seen
Sunlight, once have felt the sun:
Who shall show us if it was
Thus indeed in time of old?
Fades the image from the glass,
And the fortune is not told.

If you promised, you might grieve
For lost liberty again:
If I promised, I believe
I should fret to break the chain.
Let us be the friends we were,
Nothing more but nothing less:
Many thrive on frugal fare
Who would perish of excess.

There is a wind where the rose was;
cold rain where sweet grass was;
and clouds like sheep
stream o'er the steep
grey skies where the lark was.
Nought gold where you hair was;
nought warm where your hand was;
but phantom,forlorn,
beneath the thorn,
your ghost where your face was.
Sad winds where your voice was;
tears,tears where my heart was;
and ever with me
child,ever with me,
silence where hope was.

if you were coming in the fall, i`d brush the summer by with half a smile and half a spum, as housewives do a fly. if i could see you in a year, i`d wind the months in balls, and put them each in separate drawers, until their time befalls. if only centuries delayed, i`d count them on my hand, subtracting till my fingers dropped into Van Diemen`s Iand. if certain, when this life was out, that yours and mine should be, i`d toss it yonder like a rind, and taste eternity. but now, all ignorant of the length of time`s uncertain wing, it goads me, like the goblin bee, that will not state its sting.

I went to Heaven
'Twas a small town
Lit with a ruby
Lathed them with down

Stiller than the fields
At the full dew
Beautiful as pictures
No man drew
No man drew

People like the moth
Of melchin frames
Duties of gossamer
And eider names

Almost contented
I could be
'Mong such a unique
Society, society

'Twas a small town
Lathed them with down

When I am old and comforted
And done with this desire
With memory to share my bed

When I am old and comforted
And done with this desire
With peace to share my fire

I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
Beneath my laundered cap
And watch my cool and fragile hands
Lie light upon my lap

And I will have a sprigged gown
With lace to kiss my throat
I'll draw my curtain to the town
And hum a purring note

And I'll forget the way of tears
And rock and stir my tea
But oh how I wish those blessed years
Were further than they'd be

And I will have a sprigged gown
With lace to kiss my throat
I'll draw my curtain to the town
And hum a purring note

When I am old and comforted
And done with this desire
With memory to share my bed

When I am old and comforted
And done with this desire
With peace to share my fire
With peace to share my fire

> This, no song of ing?©nue,
This, no ballad of innocence;
This, the rhyme of a lady who
Followed ever the natural bents.
This, a solo of sapience,
This, a chantey of sophistry,
This, the sum of experiments, --
I loved them until they loved me.
Decked in garments of sable hue,
Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents,
Wearing shower bouquets of rue,
Walk I ever in penitence.
Oft I roam, as my heart repents,
Through God's acre of memory,
Marking stones, in my reverence,
""I loved them until they loved me.""
Pictures pass me in long review,--
Marching columns of dead events.
I was tender, and, often, true;
Ever a prey to coincidence.
Always knew I the consequence;
Always saw what the end would be.
We're as Nature has made us -- hence
I loved them until they loved me.
Princes, never I'd give offense,
Won't you think of me tenderly?
Here's my strength and my weakness, gents -
I loved them until they loved me.

At last the secret is out
As it always must come in the end
The delicious story is ripe to tell
To the intimate friend

Over the tea-cups and in the square
The tongue has its desire
Still waters run deep, my dear
There's never smoke without fire

Behind the corpse in the reservoir
Behind the ghost on the links
Behind the lady who dances
And the man who madly drinks

Under the look of fatigue
The attack of migraine and the sigh
There is always another story
There is more than meets the eye

For the clear voice suddenly singing
High up on the convent wall
The scent of the elder bushes
The sporting prints in the hall

The croquet matches in summer
The handshake, the cough
The kiss, the kiss, the kiss
There is always a wicked secret
A private reason for this

At last the secret is out
At last the secret is out
At last the secret is out