farewell, I don't know when I'll be back

There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track

But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone

I'll be speaking to you sweetly

From a window in the Tower of Song

Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey

I ache in the places where I used to play

And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on

I'm just paying my rent every day

Oh in the Tower of Song

121

The Future

Give me back my broken night

my mirrored room, my secret life

it's lonely here,

there's no one left to torture

Give me absolute control

over every living soul

And lie beside me, baby,

that's an order!

Give me crack and anal sex

Take the only tree that's left

and stuff it up the hole

in your culture

Give me back the Berlin wall

give me Stalin and St Paul

I've seen the future, brother:

it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions

Won't be nothing

Nothing you can measure anymore

The blizzard, the blizzard of the world

has crossed the threshold

and it has overturned

the order of the soul

When they said REPENT REPENT

I wonder what they meant

When they said REPENT REPENT

I wonder what they meant

When they said REPENT REPENT

I wonder what they meant

122

You don't know me from the wind

you never will, you never did

I'm the little jew

who wrote the Bible

I've seen the nations rise and fall

I've heard their stories, heard them all

but love's the only engine of survival

Your servant here, he has been told

to say it clear, to say it cold:

It's over, it ain't going

any further

And now the wheels of heaven stop

you feel the devil's riding crop

Get ready for the future:

it is murder

There'll be the breaking of the ancient

western code

Your private life will suddenly explode

There'll be phantoms

There'll be fires on the road

and the white man dancing

You'll see a woman

hanging upside down

her features covered by her fallen gown

and all the lousy little poets

coming round

tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson

and the white man dancin'

Give me back the Berlin wall

Give me Stalin and St Paul

Give me Christ

or give me Hiroshima

Destroy another fetus now

We don't like children anyhow

I've seen the future, baby:

it is murder

123

Waiting For The Miracle

(co-written by Sharon Robinson)

Baby, I've been waiting,

I've been waiting night and day.

I didn't see the time,

I waited half my life away.

There were lots of invitations

and I know you sent me some,

but I was waiting

for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

I know you really loved me.

but, you see, my hands were tied.

I know it must have hurt you,

it must have hurt your pride

to have to stand beneath my window

with your bugle and your drum,

and me I'm up there waiting

for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Ah I don't believe you'd like it,

You wouldn't like it here.

There ain't no entertainment

and the judgements are severe.

The Maestro says it's Mozart

but it sounds like bubble gum

when you're waiting

for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Waiting for the miracle

There's nothing left to do.

I haven't been this happy

since the end of World War II.

124

Nothing left to do

when you know that you've been taken.

Nothing left to do

when you're begging for a crumb

Nothing left to do

when you've got to go on waiting

waiting for the miracle to come.

I dreamed about you, baby.

It was just the other night.

Most of you was naked

Ah but some of you was light.

The sands of time were falling

from your fingers and your thumb,

and you were waiting

for the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let's get married,

we've been alone too long.

Let's be alone together.

Let's see if we're that strong.

Yeah let's do something crazy,

something absolutely wrong

while we're waiting

for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

When you've fallen on the highway

and you're lying in the rain,

and they ask you how you're doing

of course you'll say you can't complain --

If you're squeezed for information,

that's when you've got to play it dumb:

You just say you're out there waiting

for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

125

Be For Real

(by Frederick Knight)

Are you back in my life to stay

Or is it just for today

Oh that you're gonna need me?

If it's a thrill you're looking for

Honey, I'm flexible. Oh, yeah.

Just be for real won't you, Baby

Be for real oh, Baby

You see I, I don't want to be hurt by love again

So you see I'm not naive.

I just would like to believe

Ah what you tell me.

So don't give me the world today

And tomorrow take it away.

Don't do that to me, darling.

Just be for real won't you, Baby

Be for real won't you, Baby

Been hurt so many times

You see I, I don't want to be hurt by love again.

(I don't give a damn about the truth, Baby

Except for the naked truth. Oh yeah)

Just be for real won't you, Baby

Be for real won't you, Baby

No, no, no, no

It's just that I, I don't want to be hurt by love again.

Thanks for the song Mr. Knight.

126

Closing Time

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing

and the band is really happening

and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high

And my very sweet companion

she's the Angel of Compassion

she's rubbing half the world against her thigh

And every drinker every dancer

lifts a happy face to thank her

the fiddler fiddles something so sublime

all the women tear their blouses off

and the men they dance on the polka-dots

and it's partner found, it's partner lost

and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:

it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah the women tear their blouses off

and the men they dance on the polka-dots

and it's partner found, it's partner lost

and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:

it's CLOSING TIME

Ah we're lonely, we're romantic

and the cider's laced with acid

and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"

And the moon is swimming naked

and the summer night is fragrant

with a mighty expectation of relief

So we struggle and we stagger

down the snakes and up the ladder

to the tower where the blessed hours chime

and I swear it happened just like this:

a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss

the Gates of Love they budged an inch

I can't say much has happened since

but CLOSING TIME

127

I swear it happened just like

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