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He comes for conversation
I comfort him sometimes
Comfort and consultation
He knows that's what he'll find
I bring him apples and cheeses
He brings me songs to play
He sees me when he pleases
I see him in cafes
And I only say, "Hello"
And turn away before his lady knows
How much I wanna see him
She removes him like a ring
To wash her hands
She only brings him out to show her friends
I wanna free him
Secrets and sharing soda
That's how our time began
Love is a story, told to a friend
It's second hand
But I'll listen to his questions
I'll give my answers when they'rе found
He says she keeps him guessing
But I know shе keeps him down
She speaks in sorry sentences
Miraculous repentances
I don't believe her
Tomorrow he will come to me
And he'll speak his sorrows endlessly
And he'll ask me why
Why can't I leave her?
He comes for conversation
I comfort him sometimes
Comfort and consultation
He knows that's what he'll find
He knows that's what he'll find
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I was an unmarried girl
I'd just turned twenty-seven
When they sent me to the sisters
For the way men looked at me
Branded as a Jezebel
I knew I was not bound for Heaven
I'd be cast in shame
Into the Magdalene Laundries
Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers
Bridget got that belly by her parish priest
We're trying to get things white as snow
All of us woe-begotten-daughters
In the streaming stains
Of the Magdalene Laundries
Prostitutes and destitutes
And temptresses like me
Fallen women
Sentenced into dreamless drudgery
Why do they call this heartless place
Our Lady of Charity?
Oh, charity
These bloodless brides of Jesus
If they had just once glimpsed their groom
Then they'd know, and they'd drop the stones
Concealed behind their rosaries
They wilt the grass they walk upon
They leech the light out of a room
They'd like to drive us down the drain
At the Magdalene Laundries
Peg O'Connell died today
She was a cheeky girl
A flirt
They just shoved her in a hole
Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring
Some day I'm gonna die here too
And they'll plant me in the dirt
Like some lame bulb
That never blooms, come any spring
Not any spring
Not any spring
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hench - joni california
03:30
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adforperu - For Free
03:48
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Situations - Sex Kills
04:19
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Tearzan - Twiste
02:52
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DSE&H - Woodstock
04:34
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kaleb - The Jungle Line
03:23
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fredrock - Sex Keels
04:02
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Oms en sáxie - Carey
03:01
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OH, WE'RE MEAN OLD DADDIES
(but you love us)
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Mbombastic - All I Want
03:40
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Phlub - The Jungle Line
04:25
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Raise our chapped knuckles
and cheer
to yet another re-building year
And every resolution we try
keeps my collar dirty
keeps my eyes dry
Though it does not take additional oxygen
You just leave space to swallow your pride
Wait for the sunrise to go
Leave before a chance of snow
White-knuckle the wheel
and cheer
to yet another re-building year
Though it does not take additional oxygen
You just leave space to swallow your pride
So I drove halfway along Lake Michigan
to tell somebody
they were the love of my life
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The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here, Carey
But it's really not my home
My fingernails are filthy
I've got beach tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne
Oh Carey, get out your cane (Carey, get out your cane)
And I'll put on some silver (I'll put on some silver)
Oh, you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you fine
Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe
And I will buy you a bottle of wine
And we'll laugh and toast to nothing and
Smash our empty glasses down
Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
A round for these friends of mine
Let's have another round for the bright red devil, who
Keeps me in this tourist town
Come on, Carey, get out your cane (Carey, get out your cane)
And I'll put on some silver (I'll put on some silver)
Oh, you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you
I like you, I like you, I like you
Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam
Or maybe I'll go to Rome
And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers 'round my room
But let's not talk about fare-thee-wells now
The night is a starry dome
And they're playin' that scratchy rock and roll
Beneath the Matala Moon
Come on, Carey, get out your cane (Carey, get out your cane)
And I'll put on some silver (I'll put on some silver)
You're a mean old Daddy, but I like you
The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here, but it's
Really not my home
Maybe it's been too long a time since I was
Scramblin' down in the street
Now they got me used to that clean white linen and that
Fancy French cologne
Oh Carey, get out your cane (Carey, get out your cane)
I'll put on my finest silver (I'll put on some silver)
We'll go to the Mermaid Cafe, have fun tonight
I said, oh, you're a mean old Daddy, but you're out of sight
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I saw the merchants all roll their awnings down
And milk trucks start to make their morning round
Rose early, with the sun
Just like everyone
And the canyon swelled with belles, ladies like me (yeah me)
Some court ’n spark in the park could make us complete (you, me)
Singin’
Morning, Morg 'N' Town
Put a dollar down, buy a new dream, baby
Morning, any town
Any town you name it’s just the same
We smiled when we found some tables in the shade
Sat and sipped some tea and lemonade
Beside the quick-lunch stand
We watched a one-man band
And I could tell he was playing his songs real good for free (yeah free)
Unfettered, alive, his vibe it was purely “oui, Paris”
Playin’
Morning, Morg 'N' Town
Put a dollar down, be a good friend, baby
Morning, any town
Any town you name it’s just the same
It always seems to go
’Til it’s gone, you just don’t know
What you’ve got in that parking lot — a yellow big taxi
And we’ll be flirting around and flirting and flirting and hurting (help me)
You love your
Morning, Morg 'N' Town
Put a dollar down, love your freedom, baby
Morning, any town
Any town you name it’s just the same
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AKODA - All I Want
05:35
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