sing aloud, sing along

“It was christmas eve babe

In the drunk tank

And an old man said to me, won’t see another one

And then he sang a song

The rare old mountain dew

I turned my face away

And dreamt about you

Got on a lucky one

Came in eighteen to one

I’ve got a feeling

This year’s for me and you

So happy christmas

I love you baby

I can see a better time

When all our dreams come true”

“They’ve got cars big as bars
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind blows right through you
It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold christmas eve
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome”
“You were pretty, Queen of new york city”
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys from the NYPD choir
Were singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day

“You’re a bum, you’re a punk”
“You’re an old slut on junk,
lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed”
“You scumbag, you maggot,
you cheap lousy faggot
Merry christmas you arse
I pray God it’s our last”

The boys from the NYPD choir
Were singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day

“I could have been someone”
“Well, so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you”
“But I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Cant make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you”

And the boys from the NYPD choir
Were singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day

After nine days I let the horse run free
Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with its life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities
Lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see Ive been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
cause there aint no one for to give you no pain

La la la lalala lalala lala
La la la lalala lalala lala
La la la lalala lalala lala

You’re so much different than me yes I knoo-oooo-ooooow
And I’m my only enemy
Pain is all that I can see ohohohohooooh !

I see you’re climbing a tree
and I knooo-ooo-oooow
that it’s easier to be up high in
the air than on the ground
and it’s love, now it’s lovz, this iq love, and it’s love, now it’s love this is love, it is love no rest no doubt !

(...)
And we can do the zarathustra
We can do the broken fist
We can tear down all the borders
Or abbreviate the list
And when finally the finish line
Emerges from the mist we’ll sound
A soft
alarm
oh ! woh ohoh !
oh ! woh ohoh!
oh ! woh ohoh !
oh ! woh ohohohoh !

È questo il fiore
del partigiano
O bella ciao,
bella ciao,
bella ciao ! ciao ! ciao !
È questo il fioreee
del partigianooooo
Morto per la libertààààààààààà !

Nakedness
A flying lesson
Tattered dress
Sunburnt chest
You will pay for your excessive chaaarm
With a boy who knows less than he thinks
Drinks up his expensive drinks
Be careful with the details of the waaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaa-ar

teee-iuuuu teeee-iuuuuu teee-iuuuuu teee-iuuuuuuu
teee-iuuuu teeee-iuuuuu teee-iuuuuu teee-iuuuuuuu-uuu-uuu
^{(harmonica sounds)}

I am a rock !
I am an iiiiiiisland

I have my boooooks
And my poooetry to protect me
I am shielded in my aaaarmor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me !
I am a rock !
I am an iiiiiiiiiiiiisland.

And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries

Dans le port d’Amsterdam y’a des marins qui dansent
en se frottant la panse sur la panse des femmes
et ils tournent, et ils dansent
comme des soleils crachés
dans le son déchiré d’un accordéon rance
Ils se tordent le cou pour mieux s’entendre rire
jusqu’à ce que, tout à coup, l’accordéon expire
Alors le geste grave, alors le regard fier
ils ramènent leur batave jusqu’en pleine lumière

Dans le port d’Amsterdam, y’a des marins qui boivent
et qui boivent et reboivent, et qui reboivent encore !
ils boivent à la santé des putains d’Amsterdam
de Hambourg ou d’ailleurs, enfin, ils boivent aux dames
qui leur donnent leur joli corps
qui leur donnent leur vertu
pour une pièce en or
et quand ils ont bien bu
se plantent le nez au ciel
se mouchent dans les étoiles
et ils pissent comme je pleure
sur les femmes infidèles !
Dans le port d’Amsterdam !!
Dans le port d’Amsterdam !!!!!

:::enthusiastic cheers and applause from frenzied crowd:::

I’m unclean, a libertine
and every time you vent your spleen
I seem to lose the power of speech
you’re slipping slowly from my reach
you
grow me like an evergreen
you’ve never seen the lonely me at all

I
take the plan, spin it sideways
I
fall

... fall asleep noow, New York Cityyy
I need to reeeest my eyes
some day I’ll riiiise, New York Cityyy
one day you’ll daaaance for me…

Mother Mary come to me
For I’m a wicked child
I’ve sinned and I am so confused
Am a wicked child
Aam a wicked chiiiild

I am the Devil’s son
And I wish I could be good
I walk the crooked miiile
Yeah I wish I could be good
I wish I could be goooooo-ooooood

If I could’ve kept on the straight and narrooow
If I could’ve kept on the straight and narrow
But God broke your heaaaart
God broke your heaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaart
Huuuuuuh huuh huuuh huuuuh
huuuuuuhh huuuuh huuuuh huuuuh huuuh huuuuh
huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh
Now I wake up in the niiiiight
He’s tugging at my arms and legs
Like I was a marionette
Send baby Jesus
To radiate his liiiiiiiiiie
To radiate his liiiiiii-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie

^{(Understood anything at all ? Yeah. That’s Radiohead lyrics.)}