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Lady Writer on the t.v. Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectations left to come up to yeah Lady writer on the t.v. Yeah, she had another quality The way you used to look And I know you never read a book Just the way that her hair fell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady write on the t.v. She had all the brains and the beauty The picture does not fit You talked to me when you felt like it Just the way that her hair fell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Yes and your rich old man You know he'd call her a dead ringer You got the same command Plus you mother was a jazz singer Just the way that her hair fell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the t.v. She knew all about a history You couldn't hardly write your name I think I want you just the same as the Lady writer on the t.v. Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the t.v. Lady writer on the t.v. Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the t.v.Last Exit To Brooklyn
Les Boys
Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay They're not afraid now Disco bar in Germany Les boys are glad to be Upon parade now Les boys got leather straps Les boys got SS caps But they got no gun now Get dressed up get a little risque Got to do a little s & m these days It's all in fun now Les boys come on again For the high class whores And the businessmen Who drive in their Mercedes Benz To a disco bar in old Munchen They get the jokes that the d.j. makes They get nervous and they make mistakes They're bad for business Some tourist take a photograph Les boys don't get one laugh He says they're useless Late at night when they've gone away Les boys dream of jean genet High heels shoes and a black beret And the posters on the wall that say Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gayLions
Red sun go down way over dirty town Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals A girl is there high heeling across the square Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light She looks around to find a face she can like Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd to Evensong Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays They're all in the station praying for trains Congregation late again It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright He's a crazy lion howling for a fight Strap hanging gunshot sound Doors slamming on the overground Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone Her evening paper is horror torn But there's hope later for Capricorns Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home The she's reading about a swing to the right But she's thinking about a stranger in the night I'm thinking about the lions tonight What happend to the lionsLong Highway
Heard a bell being toll Before the break of day I heard then my name being called Down that Long Highway You don't get long You don't get long You don't get long to stay Kissing me once and I'll be gone Down that Long Highway Spirits call from way beyond Lord I may not disobey Spare a thought for the vagabond Down that Long Highway Down that Long Highway Down that Long HighwayLove Over Gold
You walk out on the high wire You're a dancer on thin ice You pay no heed to the danger And less to advice Your footsteps are forbidden But with knowledge of your sin You throw your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind And you go dancing through doorways Just to see what you will find Leaving nothing to interfere With the crazy balance of your mind And when you finnaly reappear At the place where you came in You've thrown your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind It takes lover over gold And mind over matter To do what you do that you must When the things that you hold Can fall and be shattered Or run through your fingers like dust