I can’t raise my glass, without seeing her ass
Through its telescopic bottom

I can’t raise my glass, without seeing her ass
Through its telescopic bottom

If you wanna know what … is
Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass

Well love’ll come a-knockin’ with my toolbag and my stockin’
…….. drug …

If you wanna know whats shakin’ down the house
Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass

I can’t smell my drink, without a woman at the sink,
………..

I can spill (slop) my drink, without that woman at the sink,
Coming back with her rag and mittens

If you’re looking for that woman at the house
Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass
All right!

I can’t raise my drink, without stopping to think
That some bad baby’s givin’ me trouble

I cannot raise my drink, without stopping to think
That some bad baby’s givin’ me trouble

If you wanna see what’s inside of Sally
You’ll find that girl in a hole out in the alley, yeah

I cannot raise my glass, without seeing her ass
That booze is a-turning bitter

I cannot raise my glass, without seeing her ass
Cause you got no more of that bitter

If you know a little bit about my past
Take a switch at the bitch in my house

Tell me how long’s the train been gone?
Tell me how long’s the train been gone?
And was she there?
And was she there?
Tell me how long’s the train been gone?

Tell me how many coaches long?
Tell me how many coaches long?
What did she wear?
And what did she wear?
Tell me how many coaches long?

Tell me when did the whistle blow?
Tell me when did the whistle blow?
And did she tie her hair?
And did she tie her hair?
Tell me when did the whistle blow?

I got a blue bird, a blue bird on my shoulder
I got a blue bird, a blue bird on my shoulder
I saw her standing, standing by the water
She was naked, her hair in great disorder

And I know that I fly and the rest is lie

I sent a warning, a warning of disaster
I sent a warning, I warned of great disaster
I sent that blue bird, a blue bird down the water
I sent that blue bird, floating down the water

And I know that I fly and the rest is lie
Hold me, hold me, hold me close

(N. Young)

There is a town in north Ontario
And I take comfort from memories there
And in my mind I still need a place to go
All my best changes were there

Blue, blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the sky
Throwing shadows on our eyes
Leave us helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby, heal me now

The chains are locked and tied across the door
They seem to help me somehow

Everybody got a room
Everybody got a room
Everybody got a room
In God’s Hotel.
Everybody got a room.
Well you’ll never see a sign hanging on the door
Sayin ‘No vacancies anymore’.

Everybody got wings
Everybody got wings
Everybody got wings
In God’s Hotel.
Everybody got wings.
You’ll never see a sign hanging on the door
Sayin ‘At no time may both feet leave the floor’

Everybody got a harp
Everybody got a harp
Everybody got a harp
In God’s Hotel.
Everybody got a harp.
You’ll never see a sign hanging on the wall
Sayin ‘No harps allowed in the hotel at all’.

Everybody got a cloud
Everybody got a cloud
Everybody got a cloud
In God’s Hotel.
Everybody got a cloud.
You’ll never see a sign hanging on the wall
Sayin ‘Smoking and drinking will be thy downfall’.

Everybody hold a hand
Everybody hold a hand
Everybody hold a hand
In God’s Hotel.
Everybody hold a hand.
You’ll never see a sign hung up above your door
‘No visitors allowed in rooms, By law!’

Everybody’s halo shines
Everybody’s halo shines
Everybody’s halo shines
In God’s Hotel.
Everybody’s halo lookin’ fine.
You won’t see a sign staring at you from the wall
Sayin ‘Lights out! No burnin the midnight oil!’

Everybody got credit
Everybody got credit
Everybody got credit
In God’s Hotel.
Everybody got good credit.
You’ll never see a sign stuck on the cash-box drawer
Sayin ‘Credit tommorow!!’ or ‘Want credit?!? Haw, haw haw!!’

Everybody is blind
Everybody is blind
Everybody is blind
In God’s Hotel.
Everybody is blind.
You’ll never see a sign on the front door
‘No red skins. No Blacks. And that means you, baw!’

Everybody is deaf
Everybody is deaf
Everybody is deaf
In God’s Hotel.
Everybody is deaf.
You’ll never find a sign peeling off the bar-room wall
‘Though shalt not blaspheme, cuss, holler or bawl’.

Everybody is dumb
Everybody is dumb
Everybody is dumb
In God’s Hotel.
Everybody is dumb.
So you’ll never see on the visiting-room wall
‘Though shalt not blaspheme, cuss, holler or bawl’.

Everybody got Heaven
Everybody got Heaven
Everybody got Heaven
In God’s Hotel.
Everybody got Heaven.
So you’ll never see scribbled on the bathroom wall
‘Let Rosy get ya Heaven, dial 686-844!’

It was a miracle I even got outta Longwood alive,
This town full of men with big mouths and no guts,
I mean, if you can just picture it,
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast,
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
And all the drunks pourin’ outta the dance halls,
Starin’ up at the smoke and the flames,
And the blind pencil seller wavin’ his stick,
Shoutin’ for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road,
And me, if you can believe this, at the wheel of the car
Closin my eyes and actually prayin’,
Not to God above, but to you, sayin’,

Help me girl, help me girl
I’ll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls

Some things we plan, we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up,
Others are works of inspiration, of poetry,
And it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs
To say my last goodbye,
To her hair white as snow, and her pale blue eyes,
Sayin “”I gotta go, I gotta go, the bomb and the bread basket
Are ready to blow,”"
In this town of men with big mouths and no guts,
The pencil seller’s dog spooked by the explosion
And leapin’ under my wheels as I careered outta Longwood on my way to you,
Waitin in your dress, in your dress of blue

I said thank you girl, thank you girl
I’ll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls

And with the horses prancin’ through the fields,
With my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield,
I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you,
Waitin for me in your dress of blue

Thank you girl, thank you girl
I’ll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls

We’ve come to bring you home
Haven’t we, Cassiel?

To cast aside your loss and all your sadness
And shuffle off that mortal coil and mortal madness
For we’re here to pick you up and bring you home
Aren’t we, Cassiel?

It’s a place where you did not belong
Were time itself was mad and far too strong
Where life leapt up laughing and hit you head on
and hurt you, didn’t it hurt you, Cassiel?

While time outran you and trouble flew toward you,
and you were there to greet it,
weren’t you, foolish Cassiel?

But here we are, we’ve come to call you home
and here you’ll stay never more to stray
Where you can kick off your boots of clay
can’t you, Cassiel?

For death and you did recklessly collide
and time ran out of you
and you ran out of time,
didn’t you, Cassiel?

and all the clocks, in all the world
may this once just skip a beat in memory of you
then again those damn clocks, they probably won’t
will they, Cassiel?

One moment you are there and then strangely you are gone,
but on behalf of all of us here we are glad to have you home
Aren’t we, dear Cassiel?

(L. Cohen)

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places I used to play
And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on
I’m paying my rent everyday in the Tower of Song

I said to Leonard Cohen: How lonely does it get?
Leonard Cohen hasn’t answered me yet
But I can hear him coughing all night long,
A million floors above me in the Tower of Song

I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born like this, with a golden voice
Twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond,
Well they tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song

You can stick your needles in a voodoo doll
I’m sorry baby, but it don’t look like me at all
I’m standing by the window where the light is strong
They don’t let a woman kill you in the Tower of Song

I’ve grown bitter, bitter, of this you may be sure:
The rich, the rich have got channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there’s a mighty judgement but it won’t be long, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song - oh yeah -
The guitar, the bass, the drums, so nice every hour in the Tower of Song

I see you standing on the other side
I don’t know how the river got so wide
But I loved you, baby, way back when
All the bridges are burning that we might have crossed,
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
But I’ll never have to lose you again, Tower of Song

I bid you farewell, I don’t know when I’m back
They’re moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you’ll be hearing from me, baby, long after I’m gone
I’m speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song

Now you can say that I’ve grown bitter, of this you can be sure:
The rich have got channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there’s a mighty judgement but it won’t take long, I may be wrong

All my life I failed to see
One good thing standing in front of me
And the planets gravitate around you
And the stars, the stars surround you
And the angels in heaven adore you
And the saints, the saints all stand and applaud you

What can I give you?
What can I give you in return?

The shadow came creeping, a criminal
That you chased, babe, from my life
And sometimes when I’m sleeping I see him shuffle against the night
Oh, he’s away, yes he’s away to return
And each step I take moves me one step below you
And you must do in order to console me
Help me, help me, help me, baby, reach down and collect me

What can I give you?
What can I give you in return?

Galaxies collide, and shut down around you
And I served, I stumbled and then I found you
In your robe, in your crown, reaching ‘low me,
Reaching low down to the ground

What can I give you?
What can I give you in return?

(Weiss/Douglas)

I see trees of green, red roses too
I watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself: What a Wonderful World

I see skies of blue, clouds of white
The bright blessed day and the dark sacred night
And I think to myself: What a Wonderful World

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of the people passing by
I see friends shaking hands, saying: “How do you do?”
What they’re really saying is: “I love you.”

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They’ll know much more than I’ll ever know
And I think to myself: What a Wonderful World
Yes I think to myself: What a Wonderful World

(S. MacGowan)

I’ve been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I’ve cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways

We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into heaven
And some of them fell into hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms

I sang you all my sorrows
And you told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys
Those little girls and boys

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there’s a light I hold before me
And you’re the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

These last two verses are not sung by Nick,
but are part of the original song as written by Shane MacGowan:

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you in my head

I’m not singing for the future
I’m not dreaming of the past
I’m not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there’s a light I hold before me
You’re the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

I climbed the hill, lay in the grass
A little dark-eyed girl drifted past
She said all the best is come, it could not last
And the worst, it has come true

Her hands are small and fluttered up
I lay amongst the buttercups
I pulled on my coat and buttoned it up
For the worst, it had come true

Sail away, sail away
To a place where your troubles can’t follow
Sail away, sail away
Save all your tears for tomorrow

Orphans of the city moved toward us
and the swallows swooped and the starlings warned us
And the peril in everything
It assured us that the worst had come true

And all my sorrows made their bed beside me
The shame, the disgrace and the brutality
And she whispered then “”Let laughter flee.”"
For the worst, it has come true

Dry your tears, forget while we’re here
Leave all your sorrows behind you
Never lose heart, all things will pass
To a place where your troubles can’t find you

She came beside me amongst my coat
Her breath was warm against my throat
We clung to each other so very close
For the worst, it had come true

Sail away, sail away
To a place where your heart will not shame you
Take my hand through this night without end
For the worst, it has come to claim you

Sail away, sail away
To a place where no one can betray you
Take my hand through this night without end
For the worst, it has come to claim you

Jazz
Fire eating drag-queens dressed as society whores
Crazy two timing bitches running round
Ghetto blasting blasters, blasting magnificently
Blossoms falling from the cherry trees
That’s what jazz is to me

High buildings with crippled backs circle around my dreams
I clutch at the greasy tails of my dreams
White blossom falling from the cherry trees
That’s what jazz is to me

Ten bottles standing in a row military style
With hats pulled low over their brows
A thousand wasted hours
Skeletons entwined fucking and braying ? fields
Blossoms falling from the cherry tree
That’s what jazz is to me

History repeating itself like a
All the great cars of the world in one massive collision
All the doctors swallowed up by one incompetence
All the great theorists and teachers eaten alive …
Religious extacy and a blossom falling from a cherry tree
That’s what jazz is to me

Blind fish being used as musical scales
Sharks puffed for fish and whales
I long to be by the sea where a blossom falls from a cherry tree
That’s what jazz is to me

Three forms, four forms, five forms, six forms,
Seven forms, eight forms, nine forms,
A blossom falling from the cherry tree
That’s what jazz is to me

As Einstein said about his theory
I love, I love, I love, I love jazz
It’s in your heart, it’s in your soul, it’s in your mind
The colour of death, sweet vanilla essence
Richard Harris and Donald Pleasance
And a cherry blossom falling from a cherry tree
That’s what jazz is to me

Песню исполняет Конвэй Сэвэдж

Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet
And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she did not know
And so I poisoned that dear little girl along the banks below
Along the banks below

I drew my saber through her; it was a bloody night
I threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight
My father often told me that money would set me free
And so I murdered that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly
Whose name was Rose Connelly

My father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
His only son soon should walk to yonder scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun; the scaffold now waits for me
For I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly
Whose name was Rose Connelly
Whose name was Rose Connelly

There was a thick set man with frog eyes
who was standing by the door
and a little bald man with wing-nut ears
was waiting in the car
Well Robert Moore passed the frog-eyed man
as he walked into the bar,
and Betty Coltrane she jumped under her table.

“”What’s your pleasure?”" asked the barman
he had a face like boiled meat
“”There’s a girl called Betty Coltrane
that I have come to see”"
“”But I ain’t seen that girl ’round here
for more than a week”"
and Betty Coltrane she hid beneath the table.
Well, then in came a sailior with
mermaids tattooed on his arms,
Followed by the man with the wing-nut ears
who was waitin’ in the car
Well, Robert Moore sensed trouble,
he’d seen it comin’ from afar
and Betty Coltrain she gasped beneath the table.

Well, the sailor said “”I’m looking for my wife,
they call her Betty Coltrain!”"
The frog-eyed man said “”That can’t be;
that’s my wife’s maiden name.”"
And the man with the wing-nut ears said,
“”Hey, I married her back in Spain!”"
and Betty Coltrain crossed herself beneath the table.

Well, Robert Moore stepped up and said
“”That woman is my wife.”"
and he drew a silver pistol
and a wicked bowie knife;
And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears
straight between the eyes
and Betty Coltrain, she moaned under the table.

The frog-eyed man jumped at Robert Moore,
who stabbed him in the chest
and as Mister Frog-eyes died he said
“”Betty, your the girl that I loved best!”"
The sailor pulled a razor,
Robert blasted it to bits
“”And Betty, I know you’re under the table.”"

“”Well have no fear,”" said Robert Moore,
“”I do not want to hurt you!”"
“”Never a woman did’na love me
half as much as you.
You are the blessed’ sun, girl
and you are the sacred moon.”"
and Betty shot his legs out from under the table!

Well, Robert Moore went down heavy
with a crash upon the floor
and over to his trashin’ body
Betty Coltrain she did crawl.
She put the gun to the back of head
and pulled the trigger once more
and blew his brains out all over the table!

Well Betty stood up and shook her head
and waved the smoke away.
Said, “”I’m sorry Mr Barman
to leave your place this way.”"
As she emptied out their wallets she said,
“”I’ll collect my severence pay.”"
and then she winked and threw a dollar on the table.

Can you turn me up a bit?)
King kong kitchee kitchee ki-mi-o [4 times and throughout song]

Well frog went a-courtin’ and he did ride
With a sword and a pistol by his side And he rode ’til he came to Miss Mouse’s door
And then he knelt right down upon the floor
He said, “”Little Miss Mouse, will you marry me
Way down yonder in the hollow tree
With an owl and a bat and a bumblebee?”"

(Shoop shoop, shoop shoop)
Miss Mouse had suitors, three or four
And they came rushing through the door
Well they grabbed Miss Mouse and began to fight
In the hollow tree; it was a terrible night
Yeah, “”Little Miss Mouse, will you marry me
Way down yonder in the hollow tree
With an owl and a bat and a bumblebee?”"
Yeah! Yeah!

Mr Frog threw her suitors to the floor
And with his sword and his pistol he killed them all
And they went to the vicar the very next day
And they left on their honeymoon right away
Oh glory, glory, glory be
Way down yonder in the hollow tree
With an owl and a bat and a bumblebee