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Schaffer the Darklord
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Stranger
At the corner of Orchard and Stanton on the square Sipping booze at the Slipper Room, everyone was there I met a stranger there, his eyes bloodshot red Face pale as a ghost, he spoke to me as he said
'Have you ever lost in love? Have you ever loved and lost? You ever left a life of love in pain and paid the highest cost? I have, I fell in love with an angel in rays But she was terminally ill, doctors had given her days
She made a final wish that made my blood run cold Wanted to go on her own terms, awash in love's throes She said, 'I'd rather die by you in our passion so endless Than in the ICU in nose tubes like a necklace'
I took her hand in mine, I took her throat in the other I watched the dying lights behind the final smile of my lover I dressed her, and I kissed her, fled with little delay Before the ambulance arrived to take my baby away
Down to St. James Infirmary And I saw my baby there She was stretched out on a long white table So sweet, so cold, so fair
Now what was I to do?' He asked, 'Where was I to run? Even if I got away, how could I live with what I'd done? Even though I'd only honored her request to ease her leaving I know there ain't a juror in the world who'd believe me
And since the thought of life without my lover was hell I'd decided that I'd join her with a final bow as well Heartbroken, guilt-ridden, at my rope's end But first, I needed just to see her again
So I went down to that old hospital later that night I snuck in and found her covered under flickering lights A subtle smile still upon her face, her body now breathless もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com And my handprint still lay upon her like a necklace
I kissed her cold lips, removed a rose from my pocket Made my way to the door before I froze and locked it And there, down at St. James, at half past nine I made love to my baby one last time
Down at St. James Infirmary And I saw my baby there She was stretched out on a long white table So sweet, so cold, so fair'
The stranger told his tale, downed his drink, and he stood He spoke to me a last request, his face like etched wood He said, 'When I die bury me in straight-laced shoes A posh black suit and sing them St. James blues
And slip a twenty dollar bill inside my lapel So I can tip the ferryman when I arrive in hell' I never caught his name, his face I never recognized But his exit was the last time that he was seen alive
Some said he was tragic, some said he was reckless When they found him that night wearing his belt like a necklace And some cried about the wicked pleasures of men But I smiled knowing soon they'd be together again
Down at St. James Infirmary And they saw each other there They were stretched out on long white tables So sweet, so cold, so fair
Let her go, let her go, god bless her Wherever she may be She may search the whole world over But she'll never find a man as depraved as he
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