I Will See You In Far Off Places
Nobody knows what human life is. Why we come, why we go. So why then do I know I will see you, I will see you in far off places? The heart knows why I grieve And yes one day I will close my eyes forever But I will see you I will see you in far off places. It’s so easy for us to sit together But it’s so hard for our hearts to combine And why? And why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Destiny for some is to save lives But destiny for some is to end lives But there is no end And I will see you in far off places. If your god bestows protection upon you And if the USA doesn’t bomb you I believe I will see you somewhere safe Looking to the camera, messing around And pulling faces.
Dear God, Please Help Me
I am walking through Rome With my heart on a string Dear God, please help me And I am so very tired Of doing the right thing Dear God, please help me There are explosive kegs Between my legs Dear God, please help me Will you follow and know Know me more than you do Track me down And try to win me? Then he motions to me With his hand on my knee Dear God, did this kind of thing happen to you? Now I’m spreading your legs With mine in-between Dear God, if I could I would help you And now I am walking through Rome And there is no room to move But the heart feels free The heart feels free The heart feels free But the heart… feels free The heart feels free The heart feels free
You Have Killed Me
Pasolini is me 'Accattone' you’ll be I entered nothing and nothing entered me 'Til you came with the key And you did your best but As I live and breathe You have killed me You have killed me Yes I walk around somehow But you have killed me You have killed me Piazza Cavour, what’s my life for? Visconti is me Magnani you’ll never be I entered nothing and nothing entered me 'Til you came with the key And you did your best but As I live and breathe You have killed me You have killed me Yes, I walk around somehow But you have killed me You have killed me Who am I that I come to be here…? As I live and breathe You have killed me You have killed me Yes I walk around somehow But you have killed me You have killed me And there is no point saying this again There is no point saying this again But I forgive you, I forgive you Always I do forgive you
The Youngest Was The Most Loved
The youngest was the most loved The youngest was the shielded We kept him from the world’s glare And he turned into a killer Retrousse nose Turned up and mischievous Forget-me-not eyes that cried if we ever left his side There is no such thing in life as normal There is no such thing in life as normal The youngest was the most loved The youngest was the cherub A small boy from a poor house Who turned into a killer A blush, it rose If he had to say 'hello' A lop-sided grin Strained to keep the shyness in There is no such thing in life as normal There is no such thing in life as normal The youngest was the most loved The youngest was the cherub The luck was all before him With a lovely wife beside him The youngest was the most loved The youngest was the cherub We kept him from the world’s glare And he turned into a killer There is no such thing in life as normal There is no such thing in life as normal
In The Future When All’s Well
Armed with wealth and good health The best of health In the future when all’s well I will lie down and be counted In the future when all’s well I thank you I thank you with all of my heart I thank you I thank you with all of my heart Lee, please stand up and defend me In the future when all’s well Confront what you are afraid of In the future when all’s well Every day I play a sad game called In the future when all’s well Living longer than I had intended Something must have gone… right! I thank you I thank you with all of my heart I thank you I thank you with all of my heart Please, please stand up and defend me In the future when all’s well Confront what you are afraid of In the future when all’s well Hold me closely if your will allows it In the future when all’s well Paired-off, Pawed till I can barely stand it The future is ended by a long, long sleep The future is ended by a long, long sleep The future is ended by a long sleep
The Father Who Must Be Killed
Step-child, you have outlived your time You represent embarrassment and failure And the Father who must be killed Is the blight upon your blighted life And his might is his legal right To ground you down Step-child, with every petty swipe You just might find you’re fighting for your life And the father who must be killed Is a step-father but nonetheless The way he chews his food Rips right through your senses Step-child, there’s a knife in a drawer in a room downstairs And you, you know what you must do So the step-child ran with a knife to his sleeping frame And slams it in his arms, his legs, his face, his neck and says "There’s a law against me now" And the Father who must be killed With his dying breath, he grabs her hand And he looks into her eyes He says "I’m sorry" and he dies "Step-child, I release you With this broken voice I beseech you" "Why are lives so short?" The step-child thought heart pointing to the sky "No one to warn me No hand to touch me And no Bible-belters to mess with me Momma don’t miss me Momma don’t miss me This death will complete me" "But where I go there will be no one to meet me I know there will be no one to meet me" But still the step-child pressed the knife to her throat Heart pointing to the sky "Just as Motherless birds fly high Then… so shall I So shall I So shall I So shall I So shall I"
Life Is A Pigsty
It’s the same old S.O.S. But with brand new broken fortunes And once again I turn to you Once again I do I turn to you It’s the same old S.O.S. But with brand new broken fortunes I’m the same underneath But this you, you surely knew Life is a pigsty Life is a pigsty Life is a pigsty Life is a pigsty Life, life is a pigsty Life, life is a pigsty Life, life is a pigsty Life is a pigsty And if you don’t know this Then what do you know? Every second of my life I only live for you And you can shoot me And you can throw me off a train I still maintain I still maintain Life, life is a pigsty Life is a pigsty And I’d been shifting gears all of my life But I’m still the same underneath This you surely knew I can’t reach you I can’t reach you I can’t reach you anymore Can you please stop time? Can you stop the pain? I feel too cold And now I feel too warm again Can you stop this pain? Can you stop this pain? Even now in the final hour of my life I’m falling in love again Again Even now in the final hour of my life I’m falling in love again Again Again Again I’m falling in love again Again Again Again
I’ll Never Be Anybody’s Hero Now
Warm lights from the grand houses blind me Haves cannot stand Have-nots And my love is under the ground My one true love is under the ground And I’ll never be I’ll never be I’ll never be anybody’s hero now I’ll never be I’ll never be I’ll never be anybody’s hero now They who should love me Walk right through me I am a ghost And as far as I know I haven’t even died And my love is under the ground My one true love is under the ground And I’ll never be I’ll never be I’ll never be anybody’s hero now I’ll never be I’ll never be I’ll never be anybody’s hero now (See as I… See as I… See as I…) I’ll never be I’ll never be I’ll never be anybody’s lover now I’ll never be I’ll never be I’ll never be anybody’s lover now Things I’ve heard and I’ve seen And I’ve felt and I’ve been Tell me I’ll never be anybody’s lover now It begins in the heart And it hurts when it’s true It only hurts because it’s true
On The Streets I Ran
Oh a working-class face glares back At me from the glass and lurches "Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran Turned sickness into popular song" Streets of wet-black holes On roads you can never know You never have them but they always have you Till the day that you croak It’s no joke Oh a working-class face glares back At me from the glass and lurches "Oh forgive me on the streets I ran Turned sickness into unpopular song" And all these streets can do Is claim to know the real you And warn: "if you don’t leave, you will kill or be killed" Which isn’t very nice Here, everybody’s friendly But nobody’s friends Oh dear God, when will I be where I should be? And when the palmist said: "One Thursday you will be dead" I said: "No, not me, this cannot be Dear God, take him, take them, take anyone The stillborn The newborn The infirm Take anyone Take people from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Just spare me!"
To Me You Are A Work Of Art
I live a life I feel the pain To sing this song To tell the tale I wish I never even heard the song I see the world It makes me puke But then I look at you and know That somewhere there’s a someone who can soothe me To me you are a work of art And I would give you my heart That’s if I had one I see the world It makes me puke But then I look at you and know That somewhere there’s a someone who can soothe me To me you are a work of art And I would give you my heart That’s if I had one, had one To me you are a work of art And I would give you my heart That’s if I had one
I Just Want To See The Boy Happy
Lord, these words I beg of you As I kneel down at my bed Because soon I will be dead Let’s face it soon I will be dead And I just want to I want to see the boy happy With some hope in his pale eyes Is that too much to ask? Before I die I have one final dream For my own life I don’t care anything Lord these words I beg of you As I kneel down at my bed Let’s face it soon I will be dead And I just want to I want to see the boy happy With his arms around his first love Is that too much to ask? Before I die I have one final dream For my own life I don’t care anything And I just want to I want to see this boy happy Why is this such a bad thing?
At Last I Am Born
At last I am born Historians note I am finally born I once used to chase affection withdrawn But now I just sit back and yawn Because I am born, born, born "Look at me now From difficult child to spectral hand to Claude Brasseur Oh blah blah blah…" At last I am born Vulgarians know I am finally born I once thought that time accentuates despair But now I don’t actually care Because I am born, born, born "Look at me now From difficult child To spectral hand to Claude Brasseur Oh blah blah blah…" At last I am born At last I am born Living the one true free life born I once thought I had numerous reasons to cry And I did, but I don’t anymore Because I am born, born, born At last I am born At last I am born It took me a long, long time But now I am born I once was a mess of guilt because of the flesh It’s remarkable what you can learn Once you are born, born, born Born, born, born Born, born, born