Shala la la la
Hold tight.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.
These days are lost and long;
All things are crooked and cold;
I'm itching to be numb.
I don't wanna see or know.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
Let me take you into my arms;
Shield you from weary and pain.
Who are they who’ve not known harm?
Oh love, I just can't say.
Shala la la la
Hold me tight
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright
I'll sing you a tune –
When love dies in the dark.
A song for those who lose;
Life gone and took my spark.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
The day is lost and long;
All things are crooked and cold.
We’re fixing to be numb.
I don't wanna see or know.
Shala la la la
Well it's alright.
Shala la la la
Get me through the night.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.
Shala la la la
Hold me tight.
Shala la la la
Hold me tight.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.

One … for joy!
And one … for sorrow.
One for the hand –
That takes mine tomorrow.
One for the passing stranger.
And one for all of us who loves us:
A little danger!
La la la, la la la!
And what for those who scoff at our fun?
Well, for them there shall be none!
And only some for those who save and never spend.
For why shall they have when they don't care
for the little things they get?
And lest they be slow to take what's so graciously offered –
Well there's only more for us,
for we're the ones who bother!
La la la, la la la!
One … for joy!
And one … for sorrow
One for the hand that takes mine tomorrow.
One for the passing stranger.
And one for all of us who loves us:
A little danger!
La la la, la la la!

I've been known to walk
With other souls in pain.
How can I explain the shame
That makes you do it again?
In the middle of the night
When wrongs are rights,
And you've got nothing left to lose;
You could choose to feel
What's revealed;
Conceal and be numb.
Oh, I'm wise
And I know the score,
So before we begin;
I'm going to look for the door.
Tried to have a talk with myself
About the walk I'd take with you.
The conclusion that I drew
Was it would be of no use.
So I, I'll decide:
Let's take a ride;
Into the night,
Into the night,
Into the night.
Elle prend une photo.
Il n'y aura pas de questions.
Tu prends le train.
Il n'y a nulle part où aller.
Il regarde un film en noir et blanc.
Elle écrit:
"Ton arrondissement
ou le mien?"

Je sens poisson
Ou est le parfum d'orange?
Tout le monde parle de moi:
Cette filles sent le fromage!

Mais mon amoureux
C'est le meilleur
Il ne peut pas sentir
Alors, il pense que –
Je suis une fleur!

Je t'adore;
Tu et moi:
Seulement!

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

Rat a tap tap;
Oh don’t you come and ask;
Am I a coming back?
The sky has gone black on us.

Don’t you weep –
Blame myself for these things
Known I was stronger than he –
And all you weaklings knew it.

Toodle loo;
They all abandoned you
One bruised and another screwed,
But I was the only loved.

Oh, Hannah Leah …
I was the only love.

Keep that bed.
Now brother, keep that rug.
Lord knows I was given so much –
And the devil keeps me fed.

On the wall. On the stove –
And in the blank book you draw –
There are signs of Hannah Leah
There are signs of our love.

Oh, Hannah Leah …
There are signs of love.

On a black, blue night
I go a wandering:
Out over Houston –
Along Avenue A.
Hannah Leah
On Avenue A.

Ku Klux Klan;
There’s evil in every man.
Come love her when you can –
And see about Hannah Leah.

Switchblade, Switchblade, my lovely friend.
I held you so close we two till the bitter end.
One pierce, one cut was one was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
Pen knife, pen knife – c'mon All, cheer!
For the words we sing conjures tears.
One word. A mutter with such restrain.
For me, my love, scribe me your pain?
Stiletto, my stiletto!
Will I, may I? See you again tomorrow?
One on one – We two in your room.
For we need not be bride or groom.
One pierce, one cut was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
My blood.
My blood.
My blood.

You and I used to meet on the crowded street;
High on absinthe and all distilled so sweet.
Under a doorway lit by a single bulb:
You asked me if I could give you my love.
Sir I cannot give what I do not feel –
So don't ask and ask you wax me ill.
Yet, I should think there a girl
who might take pity on you –
Who'd love you like you know
I could never do.
Nell or Nan won't give you trouble
like you know I would;
Their love is free, which I'm sure you deserve.
Now, let's shake hands and
call ourselves “friend”.
For all things start and
all things must end.
I shall say our time together was
that most pleasant.
Remember me well and
harbor no resentment.
But why you go ‘round and say
that I have no heart?
It don't make sense
– you want what you say I ain't got.
C’mon, now, sir.
Now, I said I could not love you
and that I mean.
Ain't no man gonna put a rope around me.

Ain't no man gonna put a rope around me.
            She ain't said never better wait and see.
Ain't no man gonna put a rope around me.
            She ain't said never better wait and see.