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    Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
    You can hear the boats go by
    You can spend the night beside her
    And you know that she's half crazy
    But that's why you want to be there
    And she feeds you tea and oranges
    That come all the way from China
    And just when you mean to tell her
    That you have no love to give her
    Then she gets you on her wavelength
    And she lets the river answer
    That you've always been her lover
    And you want to travel with her
    And you want to travel blind
    And you know that she will trust you
    For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

    And Jesus was a sailor
    When he walked upon the water
    And he spent a long time watching
    From his lonely wooden tower
    And when he knew for certain
    Only drowning men could see him
    He said "All men will be sailors then
    Until the sea shall free them"
    But he himself was broken
    Long before the sky would open
    Forsaken, almost human
    He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
    And you want to travel with him
    And you want to travel blind
    And you think maybe you'll trust him
    For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

    Now Suzanne takes your hand
    And she leads you to the river
    She is wearing rags and feathers
    From Salvation Army counters
    And the sun pours down like honey
    On our lady of the harbour
    And she shows you where to look
    Among the garbage and the flowers
    There are heroes in the seaweed
    There are children in the morning
    They are leaning out for love
    And they will lean that way forever
    While Suzanne holds the mirror
    And you want to travel with her
    And you want to travel blind
    And you know that you can trust her
    For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

      2. Master Song



    I believe that you heard your master sing
    when I was sick in bed.
    I suppose that he told you everything
    that I keep locked away in my head.
    Your master took you travelling,
    well at least that's what you said.
    And now do you come back to bring
    your prisoner wine and bread?

    You met him at some temple, where
    they take your clothes at the door.
    He was just a numberless man in a chair
    who'd just come back from the war.
    And you wrap up his tired face in your hair
    and he hands you the apple core.
    Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare
    of all the kisses we put on some time before.

    And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk
    with a collar of leather and nails,
    and he never once made you explain or talk
    about all of the little details,
    such as who had a word and who had a rock,
    and who had you through the mails.
    Now your love is a secret all over the block,
    and it never stops not even when your master fails.

    And he took you up in his aeroplane,
    which he flew without any hands,
    and you cruised above the ribbons of rain
    that drove the crowd from the stands.
    Then he killed the lights in a lonely Lane
    and, an ape with angel glands,
    erased the final wisps of pain
    with the music of rubber bands.

    And now I hear your master sing,
    you kneel for him to come.
    His body is a golden string
    that your body is hanging from.
    His body is a golden string,
    my body has grown numb.
    Oh now you hear your master sing,
    your shirt is all undone.

    And will you kneel beside this bed
    that we polished so long ago,
    before your master chose instead
    to make my bed of snow?
    Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red
    and you're speaking far too low.
    No I can't make out what your master said
    before he made you go.

    Then I think you're playing far too rough
    for a lady who's been to the moon;
    I've lain by this window long enough
    to get used to an empty room.
    And your love is some dust in an old man's cough
    who is tapping his foot to a tune,
    and your thighs are a ruin, you want too much,
    let's say you came back some time too soon.

    I loved your master perfectly
    I taught him all that he knew.
    He was starving in some deep mystery
    like a man who is sure what is true.
    And I sent you to him with my guarantee
    I could teach him something new,
    and I taught him how you would long for me
    no matter what he said no matter what you'd do.

    I believe that you heard your master sing
    while I was sick in bed,
    I'm sure that he told you everything
    I must keep locked away in my head.
    Your master took you travelling,
    well at least that's what you said,
    And now do you come back to bring
    your prisoner wine and bread?

      3. Winter Lady



    Trav'ling lady, stay awhile
    until the night is over.
    I'm just a station on your way,
    I know I'm not your lover.

    Well I lived with a child of snow
    when I was a soldier,
    and I fought every man for her
    until the nights grew colder.

    She used to wear her hair like you
    except when she was sleeping,
    and then she'd weave it on a loom
    of smoke and gold and breathing.

    And why are you so quiet now
    standing there in the doorway?
    You chose your journey long before
    you came upon this highway.

    Trav'ling lady stay awhile
    until the night is over.
    I'm just a station on your way,
    I know I'm not your lover.

      4. The Stranger Song



    It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
    who said they were through with dealing
    Every time you gave them shelter
    I know that kind of man
    It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
    who is reaching for the sky just to surrender,
    who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.

    And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
    you find he did not leave you very much
    not even laughter
    Like any dealer he was watching for the card
    that is so high and wild
    he'll never need to deal another
    He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
    He was just some Joseph looking for a manger

    And then leaning on your window sill
    he'll say one day you caused his will
    to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
    And then taking from his wallet
    an old schedule of trains, he'll say
    I told you when I came I was a stranger
    I told you when I came I was a stranger.

    But now another stranger seems
    to want you to ignore his dreams
    as though they were the burden of some other
    O you've seen that man before
    his golden arm dispatching cards
    but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
    And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
    Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.

    Ah you hate to see another tired man
    lay down his hand
    like he was giving up the holy game of poker
    And while he talks his dreams to sleep
    you notice there's a highway
    that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder.
    It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder.

    You tell him to come in sit down
    but something makes you turn around
    The door is open you can't close your shelter
    You try the handle of the road
    It opens do not be afraid
    It's you my love, you who are the stranger
    It's you my love, you who are the stranger.

    Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
    we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
    I think it's time to board another
    Please understand, I never had a secret chart
    to get me to the heart of this
    or any other matter
    When he talks like this
    you don't know what he's after
    When he speaks like this,
    you don't know what he's after.

    Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
    upon the shore, beneath the bridge
    that they are building on some endless river
    Then he leaves the platform
    for the sleeping car that's warm
    You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
    And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
    And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.

    And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ...

    And leaning on your window sill ...

    I told you when I came I was a stranger.

      5. Sisters of Mercy



    Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
    They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on.
    And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
    Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long.

    Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
    It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
    Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned:
    When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.

    Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
    They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
    If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
    they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

    When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
    Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
    And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
    We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right,
    We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.

      6. So Long Marianne



    Come over to the window, my little darling,
    I'd like to try to read your palm.
    I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy
    before I let you take me home.

    Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
    to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

    Well you know that I love to live with you,
    but you make me forget so very much.
    I forget to pray for the angels
    and then the angels forget to pray for us.

    Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

    We met when we were almost young
    deep in the green lilac park.
    You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
    as we went kneeling through the dark.

    Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

    Your letters they all say that you're beside me now.
    Then why do I feel alone?
    I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
    is fastening my ankle to a stone.

    Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

    For now I need your hidden love.
    I'm cold as a new razor blade.
    You left when I told you I was curious,
    I never said that I was brave.

    Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

    Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
    I see you've gone and changed your name again.
    And just when I climbed this whole mountainside,
    to wash my eyelids in the rain!

    Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

      7. Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye



    I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
    your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
    yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
    in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
    but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
    your eyes are soft with sorrow,
    Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

    I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
    walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
    you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
    it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
    but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
    your eyes are soft with sorrow,
    Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

    I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
    your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
    yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
    in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
    but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
    your eyes are soft with sorrow,
    Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

      8. Stories of the Street



    The stories of the street are mine,the Spanish voices laugh.
    The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas,
    and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose,
    yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose.

    I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come,
    the cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone.
    But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk,
    All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?

    And where do all these highways go, now that we are free?
    Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me?
    O lady with your legs so fine O stranger at your wheel,
    You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal.

    The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask
    the nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass.
    And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite,
    and one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night.

    O come with me my little one, we will find that farm
    and grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm.
    And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am,
    O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb.

    With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl
    I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world.
    We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky,
    and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.

      9. Teachers



    I met a woman long ago
    her hair the black that black can go,
    Are you a teacher of the heart?
    Soft she answered no.

    I met a girl across the sea,
    her hair the gold that gold can be,
    Are you a teacher of the heart?
    Yes, but not for thee.

    I met a man who lost his mind
    in some lost place I had to find,
    follow me the wise man said,
    but he walked behind.

    I walked into a hospital
    where none was sick and none was well,
    when at night the nurses left
    I could not walk at all.

    Morning came and then came noon,
    dinner time a scalpel blade
    lay beside my silver spoon.

    Some girls wander by mistake
    into the mess that scalpels make.
    Are you the teachers of my heart?
    We teach old hearts to break.

    One morning I woke up alone,
    the hospital and the nurses gone.
    Have I carved enough my Lord?
    Child, you are a bone.

    I ate and ate and ate,
    no I did not miss a plate, well
    How much do these suppers cost?
    We'll take it out in hate.

    I spent my hatred everyplace,
    on every work on every face,
    someone gave me wishes
    and I wished for an embrace.

    Several girls embraced me, then
    I was embraced by men,
    Is my passion perfect?
    No, do it once again.

    I was handsome I was strong,
    I knew the words of every song.
    Did my singing please you?
    No, the words you sang were wrong.

    Who is it whom I address,
    who takes down what I confess?
    Are you the teachers of my heart?
    We teach old hearts to rest.

    Oh teachers are my lessons done?
    I cannot do another one.
    They laughed and laughed and said, Well child,
    are your lessons done?
    are your lessons done?
    are your lessons done?

      10. One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong



    I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me.
    But the room just filled up with mosquitos,
    they heard that my body was free.
    Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night
    and I put it in your little shoe.
    And then I confess that I tortured the dress
    that you wore for the world to look through.

    I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit.
    Then he wrote himself a prescription,
    and your name was mentioned in it!
    Then he locked himself in a library shelf
    with the details of our honeymoon,
    and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse
    and his practice is all in a ruin.

    I heard of a saint who had loved you,
    so I studied all night in his school.
    He taught that the duty of lovers
    is to tarnish the golden rule.
    And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure
    he drowned himself in the pool.
    His body is gone but back here on the lawn
    his spirit continues to drool.

    An Eskimo showed me a movie
    he'd recently taken of you:
    the poor man could hardly stop shivering,
    his lips and his fingers were blue.
    I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes
    and I guess he just never got warm.
    But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice,
    oh please let me come into the storm.