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One sound, one single sound One kiss, one single kiss A face outside the window pane. However did it come to this? A man who ran, a child who cried A girl who heard, a voice that lied The sun that burned a fiery red The vision of an empty bed The use of force, he was so tough She'll soon submit, she's had enough The march of fate, the broken will Someone is lying very still He has laughed and he has cried He has fought and he has died He's just the same as all the rest, He's not the worst, he's not the best And still this ceaseless murmuring. the babbling that I brook. The seas of faces, eyes upraised The empty screen, the vacant look A man in black on a snow white horse. A pointless life has runt its course. The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run As he fades into the setting sunYoung Lust
I am just a new boy A stranger in this town Where are all the good times Who's gonna show this stranger around? Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl Will some woman in this desert land Make me feel like a real man Take this rock and roll refugee Oooh Babe set me free Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl. Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl.Your Possible Pasts
They flutter behind you your possible pasts Some bright eyed and crazy some frightened and lost A warning to anyone still in command Of their possible future to take care In derelict sidings the poppies entwine With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time Do you remember me? How we used to be? Do you think we should be closer? She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs Stepping up boldly one put out his hand He said, "I was just a child then; now I'm only a man." Do you remember me? How we used to be? Do you think we should be closer? By the cold and religious we were taken in hand Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray Now our feeling run deep and cold as the clay And strung out behind us the banners and flags Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags Do you remember me? How we used to be? Do you think we should be closer?