2000
1. hunterīs lullaby
2. expensive shoes
3. white ape
4. frozen pool
5. taking off
6. muertos o algo mejor
7. as the wind blows
8. green room
9. glue
10. seems so long ago, nancy
HUNTERīS LULLABY
Music & Lyrics: C.Rosenvinge Copyright 2000 Amarillo Songs (SGAE)
A gun
in the closet clean snow
in my bed
the paths in the forest all
tainted in bright red
full moon
by the kitchen dry leaves
on the floor down here
itīs so quiet I
can hear every door
silent roses to hide my sleeping child
I wait for the hunter
who lost his soul in the wilds
my hips
shape a craddle my heart
is full of milk
I pray for the morning to
come back without guilt
rusty roses a winter lullaby
I wait for the hunter
who comes in tears from the wilds
Green and yellow baby,
Iīm dying to feel your weight on me
so sweet
and mellow
sooner or later youīīll come down to your knees
EXPENSIVE SHOES
Music & Lyrics: C.Rosenvinge Copyright 2000 Amarillo
Songs
(SGAE)
So thank you for the lawn and the tea cups
the tutus and the crown that Iīve still got
now I shine like a new silver spoon
and keep quiet as Iīm supposed to do
So thank you for the ring and the tulips
though I guess I was too young to refuse it
but itīs sunday I donīt need an excuse
Iīm a shade in pretty expensive shoes
Yes, that twisted melody
spinning in my head like a ferris wheel
no, I wouldnīt be so sad
if I could be alone for a while
So thank you for the price on my raincoat
and that hook that looks so nice
round my pale throat
Iīm a big girl paying all my dues
pretty girl in pretty expensive shoes
WHITE APE
Iron bull against the sky
Blue of Noon of Georges Bataille
Tell The Story of the Eye
Dead Man comes
Ladies in their armour bright
Ride upon their apes of white
Sex and death wait in the night
For dawn to come
I don't know. But, I want to know why
Sunbleached pictures in my kitchen
Rapture me with their seduction
Prostrate to their prostitutions
In my dreams
In my bed of snow and ivory
Grows a rose so red and firey
Made of gold and deadly irony
Love and death
I don't know. But, I want to know why
Feeding on the wounded and their shrunken shriveled hearts
When will I lose my appetite?
It's just confusion in their drunk and desperate arms
Is that fear or is that pride?
You can lose your way in their eyes
Hide yourself in leaves of lovers
Paper flowers, names and nombers
Then you never can discover the name of love
I don't know. But, I want to know why
See me come
See me go
The first to say
the last to know
Just forget
that love is pain
Let it in
And burn again
You can only love until you die
I leave the body
on the bed
A flower burns
Inside it's head
The dew upon
The petals sweet
Evaporates
In the heat
You can only love until you die
Partira
Con seu amour
Chi fa frerer
Chi fa door
You can only love until you die
FROZEN POOL
Music & Lyrics: C.Rosenvinge Copyright 2000 Amarillo Songs
(SGAE)
While spring dies and summer gleams
this girl is left alone in the icy streams fool,
although not so young
rain filling up her lungs
sits by the windowsill
holding a clock of steel
always waiting to be sold for a kiss
Sun is gone and hail is here
trains go by.
Oh Why is tonight so clear?
girl is still untouched
now sheīs undressed too much
still by the frozen pool
cold as a stolen jewel
always waiting to be sold for a kiss
Trouble is on display
seems like itīs there to stay
always waiting to be sold for a kiss
TAKING OFF
Music & Lyrics: C.Rosenvinge Copyright 2000 Amarillo Songs
(SGAE)
One for my last bikini
Two for the nicotine
Three īcause itīs time to go and Iīm still lingering on your grin
Four to the dirty wishes
Five to the naked truth
Six īcause I had no sex last night seven for the endless youth
Joe, hello Iīm back on the show and it seems like it heals though
I know that the deal is tricky
Eight for the rollercoaster crowning the lions head
Nine for the ones who still believe itīs better to die in bed
Ten to the morning after oh, thatīs so bad
I should have two now that there is nothing left,
my dear letīs jump in the barbecue
Joe, hello Iīm back on the show
and it feels like it heals though
I know that the deal is only cool for a fool thatīs been twice
sacrificed
Iīm back to cocaine my plane is taking off
MUERTOS O ALGO MEJOR Music & Lyrics: C.Rosenvinge Copyright 2000
Amarillo
Songs (SGAE)
Solo quiero estar un ratito sentada en el porche
mirando como poquito a poco se tuerce la noche
voy a tocar otra vez esta cancion
antes que estemos los dos muertos o algo mejor
Ven y vamos a dar una vuelta en mi coche nuevo
pasearemos nuestra sonrisa por todo el pueblo
repartiremos confetti en la estacion
antes que estemos los dos muertos o algo mejor
No le des de comer al perro flaquito
que yo se que se quiere quedar para siempre contigo
All I want is sit for a while down by the willow
watching the moon crashing the sky,
big as a zero such a long way just to hold the knob of your door
letīs sweep the dust off the floor muertos o algo mejor
AS THE WIND BLOWS
Music & Lyrics: C.Rosenvinge Copyright 2000
Amarillo Songs
(SGAE)
Solitude what a lame excuse you forget
as the wind blows
Do not cry over
same old news do not tell what the skin knows
So you fade away like a summer day
Knell no one cares but the bells
in my hands empty shells all those days
gone in vain solitude solitude my friend
Lay me down by the summer breeze where young girls find new lovers
wash my
face with a white chemise leave your coat as a cover
knell no one cares but the bells
in my hands empty shells all those days
gone in vain solitude solitude my friend
GREEN ROOM
Pretty girly weeps in pearly green room
Blood falls from her swollen lip like wine
Morning creeps into her sleepy green room
To find that she has finally lost her mind
Waiting for the play
that will take her away
from here day to/day
Sun streams in through golden window shade
On the wooden floor, a bed is made
In the sunlight hovers dust
In the dark covers lust
The lovers that she trusted got away
Candles light the ceiling of her green room
One more time with feeling, if you please
Paranoia sweeps
Clean. The darkness keeps
All her fickle dreams at bay
Among strangers, love's a dangerous game
To the creatures of the night it's all the same
Passion has it's price
Insanity's your vice
It will turn your lover's eyes to clay
GLUE
Music & Lyrics: C.Rosenvinge Copyright 2000 Amarillo Songs (SGAE)
Mommy was a waitress dressed in tangerine
she found daddy in a can of sardines
liquid boy, you know all the stories
itīs been there since the first cold morning
so blue blue blue gonna try with glue
baby itīs dry dry dry
I hate you when you cry
oh, no more bitter cherry juice
give me something that i canīt lose
I was raised by hungry dogs and spiders
that is why my legs are long but hairy
where I live people donīt get married
we have fun throwing stones at ferries
itīs blue blue blue gonna try with glue
baby itīs dry dry dry
I hate you when you cry
oh, no more bitter cherry juice
give me something that I can use
Will you think of me at the end of summer
when nights are so clean they bit you like a hammer?
itīs blue blue blue gonna try with glue
baby itīs dry dry dry
I hate you when you cry
and itīs thick thick thick
sometimes kind of sweet and blue
blue blue bluer than the zoo
It seems so long ago, Nancy
It seems so long ago
Nancy was alone
Looking at The late Late show
throught a semi-precious stone.
In the house of Honesty
her father was on trial
In the house of Honesty
there was no one at all
there was no one at all
It seems so long ago
none of us were strong
Nancy wore green stockings
and she slept with ereryone
She never said sheīd wait for us
althought she was alone
I think she fell in love for us
in nineteen sixty-one
in nineteen sixty-one
It seems so long ago
Nancy was alone
A forty-five beside her head
An open telephone
We told her she was beautiful
We told her she was free
but none of us would meet her in
the house of Mistery
the house of Mistery
And now you look around you
seen her everywhere
many use her body
many comb her hair
and in the hollow of the night
when you are cold and numb
you hear her talking freely then
Sheīs happy that youīve come
Sheīs happy that youīve come
letra y música: Leonard Cohen
Songs from a room (1969)