Martha Wainwright все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young & I'm strong
But I feel old & tired
Overfired

And I've been poked & stoked
It's all smoke, there's no more fire
Only desire

C
These are not my people, I should never have come here
Am
The chick with the dick and the gift for the gab
F
I know a place, I've seen the face
G
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory

I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through

In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel

Prosepina, Prosepina, come home to momma, come home to momma
Prosepina, Prosepina, come home to mother, come home to momma now
I shall punish the Earth, I shall turn down the heat
I shall take away every morsel to eat
I shall turn every feeling to stone
Where I walk crying alone
Crying for

Now the Swan it floated on the English river
Ah the Rose of High Romance it opened wide
A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer
and the judges watched us from the other side

I told my mother "Mother I must leave you
preserve my room but do not shed a tear
Should rumour of a shabby ending reach you

Home no more home to me, whither must I wander
Hunger my driver, I go where I must
Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather
Thick drives the rain, and my roof is in the dust

Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree
The true word of welcome was spoken in the door
Dear days of old, with the faces in the firelight