Chordproc: Anais Mitchell : Misc

Anais Mitchell : Misc


  1. Before The Eyes Of Storytelling Girls
  2. Old-Fashioned Hat
  3. Willie Of Winsbury

Before The Eyes Of Storytelling Girls

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I could tell you stories
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Like the government tells lies
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Oh but no one listens any more
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In the rooms the women come and go
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Talking on the mobile phones
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And the television talks about the war
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When I was a baby there was
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Laughter in my house and my
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Daddy smoked domestic cigarettes
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Thursday nights on the radio
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Live in concert, live from Cairo
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Mother of Egypt
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Mama, mama
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Be with me
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With the music in your breast
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In your glittering evening dress
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And the white flag in your fist trembling
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Am
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I could tell you stories like the past was dead and gone
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I know nothing changes in this world
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Every day the muezzin calls
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Sun comes up and Baghdad falls
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Before the eyes of storytelling girls
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She was just a poor man's daughter
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Going down into the sultan's bed
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He was desert, she was a water
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And he remembered every word she said
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She said and I say
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Grandma, Grandma
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Be with me
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In your tragic wedding gown
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With your long hair hanging down
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And the stories tumbling out
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Tumbling
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Am
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I could tell you stories
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Like the government tells lies
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Oh, but no one listens any more
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In the rooms the women come and go
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Talking on the mobile phones
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G
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And the television talks about the war
About the war and the
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Television talks about the war



Old-Fashioned Hat

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Summer went the way of spring
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Winter's waiting in the wings
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And we haven't saved anything
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But that's alright
Cause we already paid the rent There's still some money we haven't spent Go put on something different We're going out tonight I have loved you for so long Even when I could only do you wrong Go see if they have our song On the jukebox over there A dollar gets you seven plays I watch you through a smoky haze A secret smile on your face I'm sorry if I stare
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But you look like a stranger
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In that old-fashioned hat
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And I've got a pocketful of change
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And I don't wanna go home yet
Clearly I remember when I used to scratch my poems On the backs of other lovers in The darkness of my mind Back before I made my home In the marrow of your bones Now I know your figure like my own Even from behind But you look like a stranger In that old-fashioned hat And I've got a pocketful of change And I don't wanna go home yet Hey and we'll be married soon We'll be dancing to this very tune Then we'll have a honeymoon Then we'll start to fight Bring the tonic and the gin Say what was your name again? Stick another quarter in And stay with me tonight You look like a stranger In that old-fashioned hat And I've got a pocketful of change And I don't wanna go home yet



Willie Of Winsbury

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The king has been a prisoner
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And a prisoner long in Spain
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And Willie O the Winsbury
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Has lain long with his daughter Jane
What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Jane Why you look so pale and wan? Have you had any ill sickness Or yet been sleeping with a man? I have not had any ill sickness Nor yet been sleeping with a man It is for you my father dear For biding so long in Spain Cast off, cast off, your robe and gown Stand naked on the stone That I may know you by your shape If you be a maiden or none And shes cast off the robe and gown Stood naked on the stone Her apron was tight and her waist was round Her face was pale and wan And was it with a lord or a gentleman Or a man of wealth and fame Or was it with one of my serving men While I was a prisoner in Spain? No it wasn't with a lord or a gentleman Or a man of wealth and fame It was with Willie o Winsbury I could cry no longer alone And the king has called his serving men By one by two and by three Saying, Where is this Willie o Winsbury? For hanged he shall be And when they came before the king By one, by two and by three Willie should have been the first of them But the last of them was he And Willie O the Winsbury All dressed out in red silk His hair hung like the strands of gold His breast was white as milk No wonder, no wonder, the king he said That my daughters love you did win If I were a woman as I am a man In my own bed you would have been And will you marry my daughter Jane By the faith of your right hand? And Ill make you the lord of my serving men Ill make you the heir of my land Oh yes, Ill marry your daughter Jane By the faith of my right hand But Ill not be the lord of any men Ill not be the heir to your land And he raised her up on a milk-white steed Himself on a dapple grey He has made her the lady of as much land As she can ride in a long summers day