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

I never felt so high I never felt so high I never felt so high I think I'm coming down I never laughed so loud I never laughed so loud I never laughed so loud I think I'm coming down Nothing gonna stop me now Nothing gonna stop me now Nothing gonna stop me now Please don't leave Easy feeling Don't leave me like that Not yet Don't set me Free, free, free, free, free I never felt so high I never felt so high I never felt so high I never laughed so loud I never laughed so loud I never laughed so loud Nothing gonna stop me now Nothing gonna stop me now Nothing gonna stop me now

Be it work or be it rite? Father, tell me Brings us to the mountainside Every day a dying day Be it work or be it rite Oh my sweet babe We come to make a sacrifice Every day a dying day Be it ox or be it ram? Father, tell me Please the god of Abraham Every day a dying day Be it ox or be it ram Oh my sweet babe It is the blood of the innocent Every day a dying day And who are you to understand The ways of him who holds the blade? And who are you to stay the hand Of him who made you? Be it ill or be it good? Father, tell me Makes you bind me hand and foot Every day a dying day Be it ill or be it good Oh my sweet babe I am doing as I should Every day a dying day Every day a dying day Every day a dying day

Summer went the way of spring Winter's waiting in the wings And we haven't saved anything 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 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 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

I don't know about you, boys But if you're like me, then hanging around This old manhole is bringing you down Six-feet-under getting under your skin Cabin fever is setting in You're stir crazy! You're stuck in a rut! Or you could use a little pick-me-up I can give you what it is you crave A little something from the good old days I got the wind right here in a jar I got the rain on tap at the bar I got sunshine up on the shelf Allow me to introduce myself Brother, what's my name? My name is... Our Lady of the Underground! Brother, what's my name? Our Lady of Ways! Our Lady of Means! Brother, what's my name? My name is... Our Lady of the Upside Down Brother what's my name? I'll tell you my name... Persephone! Come here, brother, let me guess It's the little things you miss Spring flowers, autumn leaves Ask me, brother, and you shall receive Or maybe these just ain't enough Maybe you're looking for some stronger stuff I got a sight for the sorest eye When's the last time you saw the sky? Wipe away your tears, brother Brother, I know how you feel I can see you're blinded by the sadness of it all But look a little closer, everything will be revealed Look a little closer, there's a crack in the wall You want stars? I got a skyful Put a quarter in the slot, you'll get an eyeful You want the moon? I got her too She's right here waiting in my pay-per-view Oh, how long's it been? A little moonshine ain't no sin One at a time, boys, straight line What the boss don't know, the boss won't mind

Said the shepherd to his wife, The crop of hay is cut and dried. I'll bail it up and bring it in, Before the coming storm begins. Go, she said, and beat the storm, And then there is another chore. Today the baby will be born, You'll take me to the hospital. Said the shepherd, if it's true, 'Twere better if I stayed with you. I'd rather let the harvest go, And hasten to the hospital. Nay, she told him, I'll be fine, We both have laboring to do. You do yours and I'll do mine, And the babe will wait 'til the work is through. Instrumental (*same riff) The shepherd rode the yellow rows, The clouds above and the field below. Until the bails had all been tied, Then home returned to find his wife. The sweat was wet upon her brown, Her breath it cameth labouredly. And then the rain was coming down, Upon the field of yellow hay. Said the shepherd, it's no use, The rain will surely win the race. 'Twere better if we let it fall, And hurry to the hospital. Go, she said, and work with haste, And bring the bails into the barn. Else the crop will go to waste, And the babe will wait 'til the work is done. The shepherd drove into the storm, And to and from the yellow barn. 'Til half the bails were safely in, Then went to find his wife again. How many times her name he called, And no replying would she make. Her breath it cameth not at all, She would not rise from where she lay. Instrumental (*same riff) The storm was o'er within the hour, The shepherd saw the sun come out. The shepherd's wife saw ne'er again, He buried her and the babe within. He turned the seed into the ground, He brought the flock to feed thereon. He held the cleaver and the plow, And the shepherd's work was never done.

Now that he's gone away... Didn't I glean in my father's eye... Didn't I split my mother's side... Didn't I drink her nipple dry... No one taught me how to cry... When he said When he said that he liked my cut of hair I became a barber When he said When he said that my scent was Eau de Fleur I became a perfumer When he said When he said that he liked the clothes I wore I became a tailor And I sewed a party dress In and out and in and out With a needle and a thread In and out and in and out In my head, the thought of him In and out, in and out and in When he said When he said he was leaving I took up the violin When he said When he said that my body he'd not miss I became a sculptress When he said When he said that my face he'd soon forget I became a poet And the fiddle and the bow In and out and in and out And the chiseling stone In and out and in and out And the fountain pen In and out, in and out and in Now that he's gone away There isn't anyone to say If I'm a lady gay, or a crazy woman Now that he's gone away There isn't anyone to say If I'm a diamond or a dime a dozen Didn't I gleam in my father's eye? Who am I? Who am I? Didn't I split my mother's side? Who am I? Who am I? Didn't I drink her nipple dry? Who am I? And no one taught me how to cry Who am I? How to cry for what I wanted in the night Who am I? Who am I? And didn't I cry and cry? Who am I? Who am I?

I've seen Venus, Venus coming She come down in a cloud machine And I believe, I believe that she is The only woman I ever seen She came curving, soft and hard Carved out of marble, tall and fair Her heart is a temple and lover you better Kneel if you ever enter there She don't need no one, don't need no one Don't need no one to hold her hand I just want to see her face again I want to see her again Venus laughing, Venus singing Venus moaning, oh my god It's like to set the green earth spinning It's like to light the sky above She opened her mouth, birds flew out Her love was hovering all around And my love moved inside of me A snake waked up in my body I'm not making, I ain't making I'm not making any kind of plan I just want to see her face again And again, I want to see her again I've seen Venus, Venus leaving I don't even know what it means But I believe, I believe that she is The only woman I ever seen

Lover, tell me if you can Who's gonna buy the wedding bands? Times being what they are Hard and getting harder all the time Lover, when I sing my song All the rivers sing along And they're gonna break their banks for me To lay their gold around my feet All the flashing in the pan, all the fashion for your hand The river's gonna give us the wedding bands Lover, tell me, if you're able Who's gonna lay the wedding table? Times being what they are Dark and getting darker all the time Lover, when I sing my song All the trees gonna sing along And bend their branches down to me To lay their fruit around my feet The almond and the apple And the sugar from the maple The trees gonna lay the wedding table Lover, tell me, when we're wed Who's gonna make the wedding bed? Times being what they are Hard and getting harder all the time Lover, when I sing my song All the birds gonna sing along And they'll come flying 'round to me To lay their feathers at my feet And we'll lie down in eiderdown, A pillow 'neath our heads The birds gonna make the wedding bed And the trees gonna lay the wedding table And the rivers gonna give us the wedding bands

Why do we build the wall, my children, my children? Why do you build the wall? Why do we build the wall? We build the wall to keep us free That's why we build the wall. We build the wall to keep us free Why do we build the wall, my children, my children? Why do you build the wall? Why do we build the wall? We build the wall to keep us free That's why we build the wall We build the wall to keep us free How does the wall keep us free, my children, my children? How does the wall keep us free? How does the wall keep us free? The wall keeps out the enemy We build the wall to keep us free That's why we build the wall We build the wall to keep us free Who do we call the enemy, my children, my children? Who do we call the enemy? Who do we call the enemy? The enemy is poverty And the wall keeps out the enemy And we build the wall to keep us free That's why we build the wall We build the wall to keep us free Because we have and they have not, my children, my children? Because they want what we have got Because we have and they have not Because they want what we have got The enemy is poverty And the wall keeps out the enemy And we build the wall to keep us free That's why we build the wall We build the wall to keep us free What do we have that they should want, my children, my children? What do we have that they should want? What do we have that they should want? We have a wall to work upon We have work and they have none And our work is never done My children, my children And the war is never won The enemy is poverty And the wall keeps out the enemy And we build the wall to keep us free That's why we build the wall We build the wall to keep us free

Oh, mother shelter, a mother is a shelterer Oh, mother shelter, mother, shelter us From the wild winds howling, ooh Oh, father shepherd, a father is a shepherder Oh, father shepherd, father, shepherd us From the wild wolves howling, ooh Your cities are a wilderland, look upon your children Your cities are a wilderland, look upon your, look upon your Highways are a wilderland, look upon your children Your highways are a wilderland, look upon your, look upon your Look upon your children wandering in the wilderland Look upon your children wandering in the wood, singing, ooh

The king has been a prisoner And a prisoner long in Spain And Willie O the Winsbury 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.

My mother gave a mighty shout Opened her legs and let me out Hungry as a prairie dog Young man in America Young man in America Hungry, hungry, running every which way Young man in Americ-kay I come out like a cannonball Come of age of alcohol Raven in a field of rye With a black and roving eye Black and roving eye Ravenous, ravenous, what you've got is not enough Young man in America Oh shelter Mother shelter Mother shelter us Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooh My father was a lord of land My daddy was a repo man He put me out into the street He didn't give a damn for me Did not give a damn Daddy, daddy, gonna wish you never had me I'm a young man I'm growing right before your eyes I might grow to such a size Blowing like a hurricane Everyone will know my name Everyone'll know my name Blowing in, blowing out, Shadow on a mountaintop Young man in America Oh shepherd Father shepherd Father shepherd us Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooh In my feathers and furs Clothes of many colours Many men will envy me When I'm in my finery Me and my finery Envy me, envy me, spending all of my bright money Young man in Americ-kay Maybe I'll climb the stairs With the girl with golden hair Hold her like a sword and shield Up against this lonely world Up against the world It's a lonely, lonely world For a yellow-headed girl And a young man Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooh Like the wind I make my moan Howl in the canyon There's a hollow in my bones Make me cry and carry on Make the foam fly from my tongue Make me want what I want Another wayward son Waiting on oblivion Waiting for a kingdom come to meet me in my sin Waiting to be born again Mother kiss me cheek and chin Mmm, a little medicine Mmm, I'm gonna shed my skin Mmm, and let me cli