Gerard Jouannest

Jacques Brel

Mort Shuman

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1991

And if one day i should become
A singer with a spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from a coffee bar
Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you
My name would be antonio
And all my bridges i would burn
And when i gave them some they'd know
I'd expect something in return
I'd have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmother
That might be decked out like a christmas tree
And no pink elephant i'd see
Though i'd be drunk as i could be
Still i would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "jacky"

If i could be for only an hour
If i could be for an hour every day
If i could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

And if i joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then i could have my own bordellos
My record would be number one
And i'd sell records by the ton
All sung by many other fellows
My name would then be handsome jack
And i'd sell boats of opium
Whisky that came from twickenham
Authentic queens
And phoney virgins
I'd have a bank on every finger
A finger in every country
And every country ruled by me
I'd still know where i'd want to be
Locked up inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that i sang then
About the time they called me "jacky"

If i could be for only an hour
If i could be for an hour every day
If i could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice
That if one day in paradise
I'd sing for all the ladies up there
And they would sing along with me
And we be so happy there to be
'cos down below is really nowhere
My name would then be "jupiter"
Then i would know where i was going
Become all knowing
My beard so very long and flowing
If i could play deaf, dumb and blind
Because i pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I know that every single night
When my angelic work was through
The angels and the devil too
Could sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me "jacky"

If i could be for only an hour
If i could be for an hour every day
If i could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

Jon Mark

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1971

Here in the morning light I stand
With a suitcase and a guitar in my hand.
One way Sunday
Sitting in the airport bar
And trying to look like a superstar
Waiting for the plane to take me far away

Still she finds a reason to stay (still she finds a way)
Still she finds a reason to see
What I have today

Denver, Oklahoma, San Anton,
Another gig a long long way from home.
One way Sunday
Where do we play tonight?
I hope that this show will be all right
Maybe I'll phone you tonight

Still she finds a reason to stay (still she finds a way)
Still she finds a reason to see
What I have today

Maybe when my travelling days are through
I'll come on back and stay at home with you
All my Sundays
Sleeping in the early sun
Playing my guitar to no one
Making up to you all the things I've never done

Will you find a reason to stay (Will you find a way)
Will you find a reason to see
What I have today

David McWilliams

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1991

A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside it's long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child's face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylight's brightness shuns

The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost run

Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smother the air
But withering they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is gone

The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost run

Pearly where's your milk white skin
What's that stubble on your chin
It's buried in the rot gut gin
You played and lost not won
You played a house that can't be beat
Now look your head's bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run

The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost run
The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost run
The race is almost run

A tenement, a dirty street
Remember worn and shoeless feet
Remember how you stood to beat
The way your life had gone
So pearly don't you shed more tears
For those best forgotten years
Those tenements are memories
Of where you've risen from

The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost won