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Tatiana
04:39
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She was dressed for the opera in glorious white,
It was all you could do just to keep her in sight,
She was spinning and twirling, and she said, ‘Darling, please stop your sighing.’
‘Isn’t it amazing how far you can get without even trying?’
Well you made it look easy, that much is true,
Though she told me that really, between me and you,
It always was destined to end in a tangle of flames—
And quietly I agreed that I’d figured the same.
She sang for the opera, she danced in ballet,
She said all that a good little Russian should say,
And they built her a church, I believe they made her a saint—
And she’s the tsar’s little girl, so please exercise some restraint.
Now the war rages on, but the air has gone sour,
The Cossacks are throwing themselves from their towers,
And she’s in the bedroom, lighting your letters on fire—
Well you might call her a cheat, but you cannot call her a liar.
I know that you loved her, that’s what you say,
Before her body was sold to the state,
But her soul is still yours, you said, that no one can take—
Oh, but I understand it might make a man jealous to see tourists kiss her face.
Do you remember, the last time you spoke,
The world was on fire as she pushed through the smoke,
She laughed and she turned to you and I think her tears were still drying—
She said, ‘Isn’t it amazing how far you can fall before you start flying?’
It’s all very well to say everything’s changed,
But the ghost of Tatiana still moves with such grace,
And she’s so very lonely, you swear you can see it in her face—
Though she so rarely comes by, I see that you’ve set her a place.
Well would it surprise you, I saw her last night,
She’d tied everything that she owned to the end of a kite,
And she said, ‘I am leaving to go to the moon.’
She said, ‘I don’t suppose you’ll be hearing again from me soon.’
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Blue Moon
02:13
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Every time you talk, I try my best to hear,
And if that don’t work, I try to disappear.
Oh I live in fear of everyone I meet—
Took a year to make a human out of me.
And old blue moon, shine,
And old blue moon, shine,
And old blue moon, shine for me.
I left you a rose outside of your door,
You said, ‘You might call this love, I call it war.’
I can’t help it now, sometimes I get down—
When I’m up I’m only racing towards the ground.
You must understand, it’s quite a fine line
Between losing all you love and being fine.
And old blue moon, shine,
And old blue moon, shine,
Yeah old blue moon, shine for me
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