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St Therese
02:56
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Under the bridge I sleep
Paris is cold and unfriendly
Then one spring eve an old man
Came down the steps to me
Saying God sent him here
To this riverbank
To give to me
200 francs
I am a man of honour
I'll pay you back, have no fear
He said d'you know of Therese
At the Chapelle of St Marie
Sunday morning
Go see the priest
You owe it to her
St Therese
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Holy Drinkers
04:09
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Silver lamps light on the quayside
I will bless what I've found, I will drink 'till I drown
Four winds blow me dry and lonely
I will eat 'till I'm tired, I will slumber and slide
All the souls are lingering
Mother and father and all of their kin
In this way station for dying breeds
Holy drinkers in purgatory
Hey little worm-don't you know where you're going
Hey little worm-don't you know where you're bound
The mirror reflects all my defects
Oh my weathered visage, oh my prodigal path
Barber shave me, make me worthy
Call me Sir when I leave, full of nobility
In the café heard a tailor say
He's in need of a man, he'll pay 200 francs
So I laboured in the neighbourhood
Helping people move home
Now I'm drinking alone
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Lanterne Verte
03:14
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He bought a porte-feuille, was secondhand and coarse and old
The salesgirl had raven curls and band of gold
A kindness in her eyes for one brought down so low
Woke in him the dormant feelings long disowned
Her shapely body shone illuminating light
On memories of all the girls he'd known
Oh the choice for men with money and a lonely heart
From high end fancy houses to the abattoirs
From a bed of roses to a floor of stone
From Pigalle he climbed the hill up to the Sacre-Coeur
Down a narrow lane and up a flight of stairs
And through the door into the Lanterne Verte
There forlorn within the shadows and the gloom
The belles-des-jours wait for another chance to bloom
Sat around a table in the fading light
He bought a round, they drank to Paris and to gold
Then a woman took him to her lonely room
To rouse the deadened feelings in his soul
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Caroline
04:12
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I heard a voice that came calling from from another age
She was calling out my name and nothing's changed
I recognised her face-the source of my disgrace
She was clad in fine array, I did two years for her sake
Are these ghosts haunting me in the Sunday morning streets
It's her voice convincing me, and it's her arms embracing me
And we shared this holy day,and all the years fell away
But all the anguish remained inside me
From a fancy dining car to the dance halls of Montmartre
We were shining like the stars, I was lost in her arms
Come the dawn I see her anew
This fille-de-joie gone to seed much too soon
She is aged and pale as the moon
Broke again I creep out of the room
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5. |
Silesian Murder Ballad
03:54
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As a child he had craved liberty
He was restless and longed to be free
And he always dreamed of far off places
Romance, riches, and sweet embraces
And he saw in the paper one day
A job in a far away place
And right then he could think of nothing finer
Than the life of a coal miner
So it's off to the mines of Quebecque
With a sense of elation and dread
And he lodged with a miner and his fair young bride
Compatriots looking for a new life
Oh the wife with her eyes emerald green
She provoked in him such sympathy
That all social contracts became severed
They called it love, and they fell together
One night he came back from the bar
And he could hear her screams from afar
And he found her very close to death
With her husband's hands around her neck
So he's picked up a butchering knife
And he's stuck it right into his side
And he struck again and the husband fell
And he set foot upon the road to hell
He got two years in prison for that
He was expelled and told never come back
Now he's here half cut with no residence permit
Drinking and thinking that he don't deserve it
All those memories have lead him to this
This stinking of Pernod and piss
That gutted miner on his mind
'Cos his wife was Caroline
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Gabby
03:04
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On the wall behind the bar there is a portrait displayed
In the darkness of the cinema a newsreel plays
And in both there is a pugilist of high renown
A boyhood friend of mine, and he is still in town
In a Champs-Elysee hotel we will rendezvous
Talk about the past and share a drink
And he rents for me a hotel room
Now I'm in thrall to pale golden parrots on a red silk wall
In the corridor I saw a young girl entering her room
I spoke highly of her beauty and she said I like you too
And perhaps we'll meet tomorrow night she murmured in the dark
Her room was 87, it was carved upon my heart
That night I went to see her, she was not surprised
Lying there half naked with a book
She said i am a dancer and my name's Gabby
We danced right into bed and set our inhibitions free
Saturday we took a trip to Fontainebleau
But now the spark we'd had was just a hollow glow
Still we drank our fill and hit the sack and I will recount
How her warm naked body was a sea in which to drown
Sunday morning I had to go see Therese
Gabby took offense and went berserk
She stormed out of the room, and shouted nothing's free
I didn't know right then she'd stolen half my cash from me
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Ghosts Of Paris
03:54
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Neath the bridge where I go to sleep
By the river stood St Therese
I said I'm your father and you're my child
D'you see the scars in my tired eyes
Oh child, oh child, I've let myself slide
Tonight I'll cite the horror of my ghosts of Paris
The men born again
The whores and clerics
The long lost friend
Sunday came and I tried again
To pay my debt but I met a friend
He was short on luck since they closed the mines
I helped him out and we drank a while
Oh child, your eyes witness my demise
You're by my side as I go with my ghosts of Paris
I'm lost on the breeze
With shopgirls and tailors
And St Therese
All these sinners, all these saints
Are they phantoms of what remains
Now I'm beat and hollowed out by life
These miracles are just dying lights
My life unwinds before my eyes
As I fall right into the arms of my ghosts of Paris
The slain from the mines
Sluggers and dancers
And caroline
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8. |
Batignolles
02:32
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He collapsed like a sack on the checkerboard tiles
Whilst godless Parisians made for the aisles
The holiest drinker lay prone 'midst the dog ends and dirt
Even the waiters who'd never believed
Said this is a job for the St Marie priests
They carried his body across the road into the church
And Joseph falls down
Joseph falls down
And Joseph falls down
Oh down in the corner
Collapsed on the floor
In the gloom of the Café Tournon
Oh escaping the squalor with Horvath and Toller
A legend, a drink,then we're gone
Dragged to the vestry and dumped in a chair
The priests and Therese kneeled and murmured a prayer
He reached in his pocket and gave her the money he owed her
His debt finally paid and his honour restored
He died with a sigh by the grace of the lord
May God grant us all, all us drinkers, such a good and easy death
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Robert Sunday London, UK
Robert Sunday is a solo acoustic singer-songwriter who combines elements of traditional folk,americana,poetry,and cinematic allusions.He played his first gig at Cecil Sharp House in March 2011 on the release of his debut EP 'Butterfly Hairslide' on the Rif Mountain label.Since then he has played regularly in London.This summer saw the release of his long awaited second EP 'Kith And Kin'. ... more
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