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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times, |
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And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, |
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And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes, |
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Oh, who among them do they think could bury you? |
| [00:51.05] |
With your pockets well protected at last, |
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And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass, |
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And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass, |
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Who among them do they think could carry you? |
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Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, |
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Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, |
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My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, |
| [01:54.72] |
Should I leave them by your gate, |
| [02:02.26] |
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? |
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|
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With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace, |
| [02:19.15] |
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace, |
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And your basement clothes and your hollow face, |
| [02:35.85] |
Who among them can think he could outguess you? |
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With your silhouette when the sunlight dims |
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Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, |
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And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, |
| [03:09.54] |
Who among them would try to impress you? |
| [03:18.99] |
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, |
| [03:25.71] |
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, |
| [03:36.49] |
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, |
| [03:46.00] |
Should I leave them by your gate, |
| [03:55.50] |
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? |
| [04:02.04] |
|
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The kings of Tyrus with their convict list |
| [04:13.00] |
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss, |
| [04:20.70] |
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this, |
| [04:29.49] |
But who among them really wants just to kiss you? |
| [04:37.82] |
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug, |
| [04:47.25] |
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs, |
| [04:55.53] |
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs, |
| [05:03.06] |
Who among them do you think could resist you? |
| [05:12.83] |
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, |
| [05:21.42] |
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, |
| [05:29.29] |
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, |
| [05:39.65] |
Should I leave them by your gate, |
| [05:47.16] |
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? |
| [05:56.05] |
|
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Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide |
| [06:05.93] |
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide. |
| [06:14.91] |
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? |
| [06:22.90] |
Oh, how could they ever mistake you? |
| [06:31.86] |
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm, |
| [06:40.24] |
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm, |
| [06:48.25] |
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms, |
| [06:57.07] |
How could they ever, ever persuade you? |
| [07:04.49] |
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, |
| [07:13.99] |
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, |
| [07:23.12] |
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, |
| [07:32.53] |
Should I leave them by your gate, |
| [07:42.03] |
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? |
| [07:49.45] |
|
| [07:50.78] |
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row, |
| [08:00.51] |
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go, |
| [08:07.66] |
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show, |
| [08:16.14] |
Who among them do you think would employ you? |
| [08:23.98] |
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole |
| [08:33.19] |
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold, |
| [08:41.25] |
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul, |
| [08:48.74] |
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you |
| [08:58.54] |
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, |
| [09:06.34] |
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, |
| [09:16.16] |
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, |
| [09:27.05] |
Should I leave them by your gate, |
| [09:34.30] |
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? |
