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 Casanova » A dalszöveg [+ Add +] |
1. _ Middle-class Heroes
"hello...
What have we here?
A young lady!
To what do i owe this pleasant surprise, my pretty one?
How may i be of service this dark and wintry night?
Ah, i see. you wish me to look into the future... your future.
After gcses, a-levels, university...
After your first badly paid job in advertising...
Okay, my pretty, just cross my palm with plastic,
And i'll see what i can do...
Wait!
The fog is lifting!"
I see oriental paper globes
Hanging like decomposing cocoons
While exotic candles overload
The dusty air with their stale perfume
And i see lentils, beans, seaweed and rice
In jars on the windowsill
And it ain't hardly enough to feed the mice
Running behind the lines of allergy pills
All these things will come to pass
When heroes of the middle class
Face up to their responsibilities
I see an indian fertility god
He's got thirty seven limbs to spare
And tasteless tie-dyed tablecloths
That double up as evening wear
And i see naked bodies twist and turn
On the futon of dreams fulfilled
But their three-year-old kid seems unconcerned
He'd rather swallow all those allergy pills
I see unspeakable vulgarity
Institutionalised mediocrity
Infinite tragedy
Rise up little souls |
2. _ Songs Of Love
Pale, pubescent beasts
Roam through the streets
And coffee-shops
Their prey gather in herds
Of stiff knee-length skirts
And white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate
My type masturbate
In bedrooms above
Composing their songs of love
Young, uniform minds
In uniform lines
And uniform ties
Run 'round
With trousers on fire
And signs of desire
They cannot disguise
While i try to find words
As light as the birds
Yhat circle above
To put in my songs of love
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So let's sing while we still can
While the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love
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3. _ Charge
Ladysmith wants you forthwith to come to her relief
Burn your briefs you leave for france tonight
Carefully cut the straps of the booby-traps and set the captives free
But don't shoot 'til you see her big blue eyes
Then sound the charge |
4. _ The Frog Princess
I met a girl, she was a frog princess
I guess i ought to make it clear
That i saw nothing through her see-through dress
Until she whispered in my ear
"you don't really love me and i don't really mind
'cause i don't love anybody,
That stuff is just a waste of time
Your place or mine?"
I met a girl, she was a complete mess
I should've left her well alone |
5. _ In & Out In Paris And London
"it is a far far better thing that i do now than i have ever done before
It is a far far better place that i go to than i have ever known before"
My slap 'n' tickle made her giggle
Made her wiggle like a willow tree
So suggestively
So i suggested
She protested
I persisted till she said "well, okay..."
And i said "wey-hey!"
In or out |
6. _ Theme From Casanova
"the divine comedy's casanova |
7. _ A Woman Of The World
When she was just a girl
She became a woman of the world
Soon there wasn't room enough for her
In between the bosoms of her family
She popped the cork, got on the greyhound to new york
Small-talked her way round just the sort
Of playboys' playground she'd once dreamed about
Maybe i love her, but i'm jealous of her
She's a woman of the world
She's a fake! |
8. _ Through A Long And Sleepless Night
Through a long and sleepless night
I thought upon the jury's plight
If what is wrong can feel so right
Then life's no longer black and white
It's four o'clock and all's not well
In my private circle of hell
I contemplate my navel hair
And slowly slide into despair
This rut has fast become a trench
This smell has turned into the stench
Of rotten dreams and stale ideals
The past is snapping at my heels
Oh danny boy the pipes are blocked
With bedtime blues and future shock
I know the best is yet to come
But does it always take this long?
I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But i'll always be the bridegroom and never the bride
"you deserve to be horse-whipped
But i've no horse", that joke's so shit
And whips would only make it worse
Don't tempt the lonely and perverse
The casualties of casual sex
The child of three with x-ray specs
The conman low in self esteem
The casanova in your dreams
I'll scream and scream and scream until
I've made myself critically ill
In hospital, in case you're there
In uniform, intensive care
I know you'll be the death of me
But what a cool death that would be
I'd rather die than be deprived
Of wonderbras and thunder thighs
I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But i'll always be the bridegroom and never the bride
Bored of normality?
Why not go daft?
It's easy to do if you try
Slide right back down that self-confident path
You've just so laboriously climbed
Pickle your liver and addle your brain
Live the bohemian life
Die young and penniless somewhere in spain
Then again you could try just to live your own life
In the way that you find most amusing
I don't really care!
I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But i will always be the bridegroom and i will never be the bride
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9. _ The Dogs And The Horses
Sing a happy song
'cause spring does not last long
A flower blooms and then it's gone
Summer follows fast
Make hay while it lasts
Don't ever dwell upon the past
For one day you are here, and the next you are gone
Every horse has its year and every dog its day, my son
So the only thing to feel sad about is
All the dogs and the horses you'll have to outlive
They'll be with you when you say good-bye
Then the fall from grace
The lines upon your face
Grow deeper almost every day
Days and weeks roll by
And winter nights draw nigh
And everything that lives must die
But as the curtains close and the last prayers are said
All my dogs and my horses appear round my bed
They have come to say one last goodbye
Goodbye...
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10. _ Something For The Weekend
She said "there's something in the woodshed
And i can hear it breathing -
It's such an eerie feeling, darling."
He said "there's nothing in the woodshed -
It's your imagination
End of the conversation, darling."
Something in his heart told him to come clean
He was not who he claimed to be
Something in his genes told him to pretend
'twas something for the weekend
But she said "there's something in the woodshed
I know because i saw it
I can't simply ignore it, darling."
So he said "now baby, don't be stupid
Get this into your sweet head
There ain't nothing in the woodshed (except maybe some wood)."
Something in his heart told him to come clean
He was not who he claimed to be
Something in his jeans told him to pretend
'twas something for the weekend
"i'll go all the way with you, if you'll only do the same for me |
11. _ Becoming More Like Alfie
"are you all settled in? right, then we can begin. my name is..."
"alfie!"
Once there was a time
When my mind lay on higher things
And once there was a time
I could find pretty words to sing
But now, well now i find
It saves time to say what you mean
I know it seems so unrefined
But it's time to let off some steam
Oh come on!
Everybody knows that no means yes
Just like glasses come free on the n.h.s.
But the more i look through them the more i see
I'm becoming more like alfie
Once there was a time
When a kind word could be enough
And once there was a time
I could blindfold myself with love
But not now |
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