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Whistling Rivalry
02:03
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We posed for a family portrait
When you were nine
It hung on the walls of your bedroom
Until you turned twenty-one
It then grew old in a wooden box
Along with pictures that we took in Rome
It never felt right
To hang them on a wall
With pictures of school friends,
Of city crowds
Of ancient girlfriends
Of family dogs
Of that New Year’s Eve party in 1994
Where we’re playing by the river
And climbing trees
With friends I can’t remember
All with scabby knees
Pictures of family secrets I’m glad I’m not involved in
I found that portrait two weeks ago
I hadn’t seen it in years
Were we ever that young?
It was that whistling rivalry that made us strong
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2. |
1918-1920
02:46
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You promised that after winter
You’ll come to pick me up
To drive all around Europe
Like the old days, dressed in white
I’ve noticed by your handwriting
That you started drinking again
Reminded me of those years
Back then it was never too late
The spring time breeze
The winter haze
Green apple pies and stomach aches
We slept together for a thousand days
In a row
The echoes of your letter
Don’t get to fill this room
There are words that get me better
There are words that hurt like hell
The spring time breeze
The winter haze
Green apple pies and stomach aches
We slept together for a thousand days
In a row
Sometimes seems that you forgot…
The spring time breeze
The winter haze
Green apple pies and stomach aches
We slept together for a thousand days
In a row
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3. |
To Steal a Piece of Art
02:41
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Back in the day you were
An average chess player
But you got to travel
Around the world
Got to play games with
Some famous chess players
Then you retired
In your home town
And you started teaching math
At the local school
You played chess in the park
And made friends with a man that
Once conquered the world
With his avant-garde art
He told you his life was a farce
That he dreamt with someone
Stealing or destroying his piece of art
Early in the morning, that day,
Everybody was still sleeping
And you kept yourself awake
With a newspaper you’d found
And you started to think
How easy it could be
To steal a piece of art
And you started to think
How easy it could be
It’ll be for you, sweetheart
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4. |
The Big Parade
02:41
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See the raising sun
See the frozen lake
People getting up to go to work
And us going late to bed
See the morning stars
Buy some fresh baked bread
And upon the roof we’ll watch
The big parade
See streets soaked in rain
Hide from those already dead
And upon the roof we’ll watch
The big parade
The big parade
The big parade
The big parade
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5. |
Gold Leaf
02:02
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I look at the past
Through this old glass
Made out of gold leaf
Made out of gold leaf
Made out of gold
I hope that one day
I’ll see what you said
Painted in gold leaf
Painted in gold leaf
Painted in gold leaf
Turned into past
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6. |
Hal Blaine's Beat
01:50
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I’d love to see you everyday
With your dark sunglasses
And your slim cigarettes
And your girlish calligraphy
I’d love to feel your fingertips
With you dark sunglasses
You just show your lips
And your Hal Blaine’s beat
You just show your lips
And your Hal Blaine’s beat
You just show your lips
And your Hal Blaine’s beat
You just show your lips
And your Hal Blaine’s beat
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7. |
Brand New Hairdo
01:38
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I’ve got a brand new hairdo
Just to persuade myself
That life has order and direction
And that there’s a place where I’d like to be
City’s getting less scary
City’s turning upside down
Now that I’ve got a brand new hairdo
And there’s a place where I’d like to be
It’s a long walk back to my place
But warmer seasons bring easier walks
Now that I’ve got a brand new hairdo
There’s a place where I’d like to be
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8. |
Isabella
02:50
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News from Europe made her feel sad
By the gate there’s a young man watching the snow fall
Soldiers from foreign countries must look like that
She gave him some bread and an old blanket and left
The seventh sister in the family prayed
And promised to God she’d cut her beautiful hair
Oh, Isabella
Don’t cut your hair
Let it grow out, see your sisters
Let it grow out just like them
Let it grow out
The body had been there for three days or so
They found it dead near the neighbourhood
And people just watched the trees covered in snow
That December in 1944
Isabella still had her Self made haircut
And saw that her promise turned out to be a curse
Oh, Isabella
Don’t cut your hair
Let it grow out, see your sisters
Let it grow out just like them
Let it grow out
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9. |
My Bride In Black Gloves
02:53
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My bride in black gloves
Wants to travel North
So she can wear her favourite coat
And walk through a city
She’s never been before
My bride in black gloves
Suddenly forgets about the North
She rather be lying by the shore
See gulls flying
Being burned by the sun
See ships sailing
And waving good bye
I will follow you
We’ll see some old friends too
We’ll cross the meadows
We’ll take some pictures on the edge of the world
My bride in black gloves
What she really wants
Is to get up late
Have breakfast at midday
Complain that the day is over
That last night she should’ve stayed sober
And I will follow you
We’ll walk through a city
We’ve never been before
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10. |
Kings of Tomorrow
02:57
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Stop smiling or I’ll have to smile back
I don’t want to be the father that lets his own son drawn
Too much time on our hands
Close your eyes and listen to the echoes of the war
You’re invited to be host of the village funeral
And on this special day I’ll show you, the dark side of my hands
Don’t say a word,
Save yourself the effort, there’s life after the storm
We’re the kings of tomorrow
Your sister supplied us with fake horoscopes
I’m not going to tear them into pieces
Just because she let me down
We’re the kings of tomorrow
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11. |
One Word Prayer
02:44
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A bear hug and a handshake as a last goodbye
At the graveyard waits a French priest
That he’d never met in life
His Buddhist wife decided to wait outside
They all said a one word prayer
They all said a one word prayer
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12. |
Done It Forever
01:03
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The night we celebrated
New Year’s eve twice
We would have done it forever
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