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Cornelia, Cornelia
04:48
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I live in the half-world of shadowy delights
We live for the moment, we live for the night
Our women are nightbooms in Alençon lace
And the kindness of candlelight takes years off a face
Behind the thick curtains which drown out the din
Your men come to visit and practice within
Society frowns on transgressions of class
And would not be amused by the fortunes amassed
Cornelia, Cornelia, what about love?
Is your heart so hard that you've just given up?
Cornelia, Cornelia, what about love?
What about love?
The artists, the writers, the drunkenly bold
Are drawn to our light like the fools are to gold
We are the muses, immortals in paint
And we will live on while your memory fades
Cornelia, Cornelia, what about love?
Is your heart so hard that you've just given up?
Cornelia, Cornelia, what about love?
What about love?
We are the demimonde, let down your hair
Our time is once upon but no fairytales here
It's just a little crime, it's not a sin
So leave all your guilt behind.... when you pay to get in
Cornelia, Cornelia, what about love?
Is your heart so hard that you've just given up?
Cornelia, Cornelia, what about love?
What about love?
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2. |
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One more song, one more song
Before the last call
The man at the keys could play any tune
In the dance halls of Montreal
Stumble home, stumble home
Far too late again
The angry wife is silent this time
For she has hatched a plan
Oh you quiet weaver
Oh you daytime dreamer
Living out the brilliance you hid so well
But night you were a player
And she feared a strayer
The disappearance of Antoine Labelle
Sleep it off, sleep it off
The banging at the door
The men who have come to take him away
Cannot be ignore
Your father's gone, your father's dead
That's what they were told
All his things were packed away
And his piano sold
Oh you quiet weaver
Oh you daytime dreamer
Living out the brilliance you hid so well
But night you were a player
And she feared a strayer
The disappearance of Antoine Labelle
Another day, another day
On monastery grounds
Tending to a tidy life
Where he would not be found
Longing for, longing for
And instrument to play
He had not sung a note
Since he was locked away
Oh you quiet weaver
Oh you daytime dreamer
Living out the brilliance you hid so well
But night you were a player
And she feared a strayer
The disappearance of Antoine Labelle
There was a call, there was a call
After so much time
Came the strange and sudden news
Crackling down the line
He was gone, he was gone
There was no false alarm
He was kept for fifty years
Far from music's harm
Oh you quiet weaver
Oh you daytime dreamer
Living out the brilliance you hid so well
But night you were a player
And she feared a strayer
The disappearance of Antoine Labelle
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3. |
Oh My Heart
03:53
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I can feel the ticker murmur
The skipping beats, unsteady measure
I can count the pauses in my time
In my chest the rushing footfall
And at rest, the hopeful birdcall
I can count all the loves of my life
Oh my heart...
I have spent a lifetime mending
A tender heart needs constant tending
I can count the wounds that healed in time
There is a pain in some dark recess
Speaks the truth, no need to confess
I can count the secrets brought to light
Oh my heart...
instrumental
You fickle thing I long to sing
Of hearts constant and true
Mine's not right, try as I might
It's a broken gift I give to you
There is a fence that keeps out wonder
You throw your heart and then jump over
I have not been brave enough to ride
But you ditch the fear and come out running
And find your heart is still a strong thing
Saying love won't kill you, though it might
Oh my heart...
Oh my heart...
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4. |
Painted by Boldini
04:18
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I should have been a beauty
Painted by Boldini
Celebrated elegance
With suitors deemed unseemly
I should have sat for Sargent
Let the masses make a fuss
Over errant shoulder straps
We must do what we must
I was born out of time
It's far too late to get out of line
In this age I'm good
Oh, one hundred years to be misunderstood
I should have borrowed trouble
I should have stolen pearls
I should have taken men to task
And flirted with the girls
I should have danced on tables
Or had a circus show
I would have flashed my ankles
At people in the know
I was born out of time
It's far too late to get out of line
In this age I'm good
Oh, one hundred years to be misunderstood
Loosen the laces
Throw open the shutters
I'm not the only one lost here
There have to be others
So put down your pens
And just drop the disguise
We are misplaced here...
I was born out of time
It's far too late to get out of line
In this age I'm good
I was born out of time
It's far too late to get out of line
In this age I'm good
Oh, one hundred years to be misunderstood
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5. |
O Soldier
05:01
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I have womankind's long wait in my blood
Some wait for kindness, some wait for love
There are no promises you boys can bring
No photos in lockets, no letters in pockets
A fleeting, bitter-sweet dream
O Soldier where you off to now?
I care about the when but not for the how
That far-flung country, this final fling
No photos in lockets, no letters in pockets
A fleeting, bitter-sweet dream
Oh the sight of you wore me through
The slight little bite of regret
I've fallen for the charms of a man
Who could talk a shoulder... out of a dress
We do not have if, we do not have might
I'm carrying on while you keep up the fight
And should you return I will wear no ring
No photos in lockets, no letters in pockets
A fleeting, bitter-sweet dream
Oh the sight of you wore me through
The slight little bite of regret
I've fallen for the charms of a man
Who could talk a shoulder... out of a dress
I guess we owe you all our lives
And your desires could not be denied
I'd blame this on our desperate times
But the truth is... the truth is...
Oh the sight of you wore me through
The slight little bite of regret
I've fallen for the charms of a man
Who could talk a shoulder... o soldier
Oh the sight of you wore me through
The slight little bite of regret
I've fallen for the charms of a man
Who could talk a shoulder... out of a dress
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6. |
Fading Flame
04:06
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My love and I know ancient truths
And I speak to him in tongues
We ignore the fact I'm far too old
And he is far too young
We can see past future days
And we talk of lives before
And we suffer for our union, thus
For he is but a boy
Oh you brightly burning youth
I am your fading flame
Even though your love is true
I cannot take your name
What could the future hold for us
I have such concern
My life now feels far too short
And he still has much to learn
But I will lay upon his chest
And my hand be held in his
And the years upon them do not match
Yet I know our spirits fit
Oh you brightly burning youth
I am your fading flame
Even though your love is true
I cannot take your name
Eternal love has no age
And holds us in embrace
And we could never shed the bonds we share
For we’re tethered face to face
And if time rushes quick from us
Of that we've no control
I'd still walk the very ends of earth
To claim my matching soul
I would walk…. I would walk…
I would walk the very ends of earth
To claim my matching soul
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7. |
Empty Pockets
04:08
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Sit in the corner of this darkened room
Sweetheart please tell me you’ll meet me here soon
I’m peeling the paint, I’m carving the wood
This makes me a vandal and that can’t be good
If you don’t come by, if you leave me be
This flame will continue to burn into me
Maybe you can’t put this thing out
Your love is a flood but mine is a drought
In this heart of empty pockets
You’d be the change
You’d be the price of a life rearranged
In this heart of empty pockets
You’d fill them up
But the only thing that’s full tonight
Is yet another cup
I’d be pacing the boards, I’d be drinking my fill
But I am just trying to sit very still
So I look up, I’m watching the door
I’m watching the clock and I’m waiting some more
In this heart of empty pockets
You’d be the change
You’d be the price of a life rearranged
In this heart of empty pockets
You’d fill them up
But the only thing that’s full tonight
Is yet another cup
Time it ticks by, hope turns to doubt
You’re not coming to see me, it’s clear she’s found out
I’m holding my own at this bar tonight
But I’ll save you a seat… for the rest of my life
In this heart of empty pockets
You’d be the change
You’d be the price of a life rearranged
In this heart of empty pockets
You’d fill them up
But the only thing that’s full tonight
The only thing that’s full tonight
The only thing that’s full tonight
Is yet another cup
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8. |
Pretty Things
04:08
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Bring me back these pretty things
Silk and spices fit for kings
Far off lands you travel from
Bring me back your love
Up above the river black
Wishing tides to bring you back
I do not keep company
While you are out to sea
You’ll have gifts and fabrics fine
Gilded woods and vintage wine
A jewel perhaps to pin upon
One who pines when you’re gone
All the garnets at my throat
The velvet dress, the ermine coat
Dressed alone in finery
For a lover absentee
You’ll have gifts and fabrics fine
Gilded woods and vintage wine
A jewel perhaps to pin upon
One who pines when you’re gone
Thank you moon, thank you sea
You’ve returned him safe to me
The pretty things for which he roams
Have brought him safely home
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9. |
Vincent
04:35
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Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...
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10. |
The Most Kissed Lips
05:18
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As you stood at the edge
No hopes to dredge
Did you ever imagine this?
Unknown girl, with the strange little smile
You'll have the most kissed lips
In the blue hour
The river's dark power
Seduction is just a slip
Unknown girl, with the strange little smile
You'll have the most kissed lips
Don't think you're at the end
True, your name will not be known
Your face will live again
And save the drowning souls
Dragging you down
The weight of your gown
The skirts that he once did lift
Unknown girl, with the strange little smile
You'll have the most kissed lips
Don't think you're at the end
True, your name will not be known
Your face will live again
And save the drowning souls
Ophelia's face
Your peaceful grace
Ever in slumbered bliss
Oh, l'inconnue... with your strange little smile
You'll have the most kissed lips
You'll have the most kissed lips
You'll have the most kissed lips
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