Ringleader Of The Tormentors

"Ringleader Of The Tormentors"
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  1. I Will See You In Far-off Places
  2. Dear God Please Help Me
  3. You Have Killed Me
  4. The Youngest Was The Most Loved
  5. In The Future When All's Well
  6. The Father Who Must Be Killed
  7. Life Is A Pigsty
  8. I'll Never Be Anybody's Hero Now
  9. On The Streets I Ran
  10. To Me You Are A Work Of Art
  11. I Just Want To See The Boy Happy
  12. At Last I Am Born

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I Will See You In Far-off Places

Nobody knows what human life is
Why we come, why we go
so why then do I know
that I will see you in far-off places?
The heart knows why I grieve
and yes, one day I
will close my eyes forever
but I will see you in far-off places
It's so easy for us to sit together
but it's so hard for our hearts to combine
- and why? Why, why, why, why, why?
Destiny for some is to save lives
but destiny for some is to end lives
- but there is no end
and I will see you in far-off places
If your God bestows protection upon you
and if the USA doesn't bomb you
I believe I will see you
somewhere - safe
looking to the camera
messing around and pulling faces.


Dear God Please Help Me

I am walking through Rome
with my heart on a string
dear God please help me

And I am so very tired
of doing the right thing
dear God please help me

There are explosive kegs
between my legs
dear God please help me

Will you follow and know
me more than you do
track me down
and try to win me

Then he motions to me
with his hand on my knee
dear God did this kind of thing happen to you?

Now I'm spreading your legs
with mine in-between
dear God if I could, I would help you

And now I am walking through Rome
and there is no room to move
but the heart feels free


You Have Killed Me

Pasolini is me
Accattone you'll be
I entered nothing
and nothing entered me
till you came
with the key
and you did your best, but

As I live and breathe
you have killed me
you have killed me
yes, I walk around - somehow
but you have killed me
you have killed me
Piazza Cavour - what's my life for?

Visconti is me
Magnani you'll never be
I entered nothing
and nothing entered me
till you came
with the key
and you did your best, but

As I live and breathe
you have killed me
you have killed me
yes, I walk around - somehow
but you have killed me
you have killed me
who am I that I
come to be here?

As I live and breathe
you have killed me
you have killed me
yes, I walk around - somehow
but you have killed me
you have killed me
and there is no point saying this again
and there is no point saying this again
but I forgive you
I forgive you
always I do
forgive you.


The Youngest Was The Most Loved

The youngest was the most loved
the youngest was the shielded
we kept him from the world's glare
and he turned into a killer

Retrousse nose
turned up and mischievous
forget-me-not eyes
that cried if we ever left his side

"there is no such
thing in life as normal
there is no such
thing in life as normal."

The youngest was the most loved
the youngest was the cherub
a small boy from a poor house
who turned into a killer

A blush, it rose
if he had to say hello
a lop-sided grin
strained to keep the shyness in

"there is no such
thing in life as normal
there is no such
thing in life as normal."

The youngest was the most loved
the youngest was the cherub
the luck was all before him
with a lovely wife beside him
the youngest was the most loved
the youngest was the cherub
we kept him from the world's glare
and he turned into a killer

"there is no such
thing in life as normal
there is no such
thing in life as normal."


In The Future When All's Well

Armed with wealth
and the best of health
in the future when all's well

I will lie down
and be counted
in the future when all's well

I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
Lee, please stand up and defend me
in the future when all's well
confront what you are afraid of
in the future when all's well

Every day I play
a sad game called
in the future when all's well

Living longer than
I had intended
something must have gone right?

I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
Lee, please stand up and defend me
In the future when all's well
confront what you are afraid of
in the future when all's well

Hold me closely
if your will allows it
in the future when all's well
paired-off
pawed - till I can barely stand it
the future is ended by a long, long sleep
the future is ended by a long, long sleep
the future is ended by a long, long sleep


The Father Who Must Be Killed

Step-child, you have out-lived your time
you represent embarrassment and failure

And the Father who must be killed
is the blight upon your blighted life
and his might is his legal right
to ground you down

Step-child, with every petty swipe
you just might find you're fighting for your life

And the Father who must be killed
is a step-father, but nonetheless
the way he chews his food
rips right through your senses

Step-child, there's a knife in a drawer
in a room downstairs
and you know what you must do

So the step-child ran with a knife to his
sleeping frame and slams it in his arms his
legs his face his neck, and says:
"there's a law against me now."

And the Father who must be killed
with his dying breath he grabs her hand
and he looks into her eyes
he says "I'm sorry", and he dies

Step-child, I release you
with this broken voice I beseech you
why are lives so short?
the step-child thought
heart pointing to the sky
"no warm to warn me
no hand to touch me
no bible-belters to mess with me
Momma, don't miss me
Momma, don't miss me
this death will complete me
but where I go there'll be no one to meet me
I know there'll be no one to meet me,"
but still, the step-child pressed
the knife to her throat
heart pointing to the sky
"Just as Motherless birds fly high
then... so shall I
so shall I
so shall I
so shall I
so shall I..."


Life Is A Pigsty

It's the same old SOS
but with brand new broken fortunes
and once again I turn to you
once again I do, I turn to you
It's the same old SOS
but with brand new broken fortunes
I am the same underneath
but this you
...you surely knew?
life is a pigsty
life is a pigsty
life is a pigsty
life is a pigsty
life is a pigsty
life is a pigsty
life is a pigsty
life is a pigsty
And if you don't know this, then
what do you know?
every second of my life
I live only for you
and you can shoot me
and you can throw me off a train
but I still maintain:
life is a pigsty
life is a pigsty
And I've been shifting gears all along my life
but I'm still the same underneath
this you surely knew?
I can't reach you
I can't reach you
I can't reach you anymore
Can you please stop time?
can you stop the pain?
I feel too cold
and now I feel too warm again
can you stop this pain?
can you stop this pain?
even now, in the final hour of my life
I'm falling in love again
again
even now, in the final hour of my life
I'm falling in love again
again
again
again
again.


I'll Never Be Anybody's Hero Now

Warm lights from
the grand houses blind me
haves cannot stand have-nots
and my love is under the ground
my one true love is under the ground
I'll never be
I'll never be
I'll never be anybody's hero now
I'll never be
I'll never be
I'll never be anybody's hero now
They who should love me
walk right through me
I am a ghost
and as far as I know
I haven't even died
and my love is under the ground
my one true love is under the ground
I'll never be
I'll never be
I'll never be anybody's hero now
I'll never be
I'll never be
I'll never be anybody's hero now
I'll never be
I'll never be
I'll never be anybody's hero now
I'll never be
I'll never be
I'll never be anybody's hero now
things I've heard and I've seen
and I've felt and I've been
tell me I'll never be
anybody's lover now
it begins in the heart
and it hurts when it's true
it only hurts
because its true.


On The Streets I Ran

A working-class face glares back
at me from the glass, and lurches:
"forgive me, on the streets I ran
turned sickness into popular song."
Streets of wet-black holes
on roads that you can never know
you never have them
but they always have you
till the day that you croak
It's no joke.
A working-class face glares back
at me from the glass, and lurches:
"forgive me, on the streets I ran
turned sickness into unpopular song."
And all these streets can do
is to claim to know the real you
and warn: If you don't leave
you will kill, or be killed

which isn't very nice
here, everybody's friendly
but nobody's friends
dear God when will I be
where I should be?
And when the palmist said
"One Thursday you will be dead",
I said:
"No, not me - this cannot be
dear God, take him, take them, take anyone
the still-born, the new-born,
the infirm - take anyone
take people from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
- just spare me."


To Me You Are A Work Of Art

I live the life
I feel the pain
to sing the song
to tell the tale
I wish I'd never even heard the song
I see the world
it makes me puke
but then I look at you
and know that somewhere
there's a someone
who can soothe me
To me you are
a work of art
and I'd give you my heart
that's if I had one.
I see the world
it makes me puke
but then I look at you
and know that somewhere
there's a someone
who can soothe me
To me you are
a work of art
and I'd give you my heart
that's if I had one.


I Just Want To See The Boy Happy

Lord, these words I beg of you
as I kneel down at my bed
because soon I will be dead
let's face it, soon I will be dead
and I just want to
see the boy happy
with some hope in his pale eyes
is that too much to ask?
before I die I have one final dream
for my own life I don't care anything.
Lord, these words I beg of you
as I kneel down at my bed
Let's face it, soon I will be dead
and I just want to
see the boy happy
with his arm around his first love
is that too much to ask?
before I die I have one final dream
for my own life I don't care anything
I just want to
see this boy happy
- why is this such a bad thing?


At Last I Am Born

At last I am born
historians note
I am finally born
I once used to chase
affection withdrawn
but now I just sit back and yawn
because I am born, born, born
"Look at me now
from difficult child
to spectral hand
to Claude Brasseur
blah, blah, blah, blah..."
At last I am born
vulgarians know
I am finally born
I once thought that time
accentuates despair
but now I don't actually care
because I am born, born, born
"Look at me now
from difficult child
to spectral hand
to Claude Brasseur
blah, blah, blah, blah..."
At last I am born
at last I am born
living the one, true, free life
born
I once thought I
had numerous reasons to cry
and I did - but I don't anymore
because I am born, born, born
At last I am born
at last I am born
it took me a long, long time
but now I am born
I once was a mess
of guilt because of the flesh
it's remarkable what you can learn
once you are born, born, born
born, born, born
born, born, born