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Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull


Background information
Birth name Marianne Evelyn Faithfull
Born December 29, 1946
Born place Hampstead, London, England
Genre(s) Rock
Pop
Folk
Jazz
Blues
Years active 1964—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Island Records
Decca Music Group
Columbia Records
Sanctuary Records
London Records
ANTI-
Associated acts Metallica
The Rolling Stones
Andrew Loog Oldham
Website Website



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A Child's Adventure (1983)
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In a tired part of the city
Hiding from the fast talk
Watch 'don't walk' to 'walk'
Easy when you're dreaming
Staring at the movies
Standing in a circle,
Laughing at the wrong time.

If alcohol could take me there.
I'd take a shot a minute
And be there by the hour.

Take a walk around times square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the tv.

In a car taking a back seat
Staring out the window
Thinking about danger.
Playing in a wrong world
Fighting? but I'm not free.
Talking on the telephone

Talking about you and me.

If jesus christ could take me here
I'd fall dawn on my knees,
Have no questions to his answers.

Take a walk around times square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the tv.

Alcohol could take me there.
I'd take a shot a minute
And be there by the hour.

Take a walk around times square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the tv.

And if I die gaining my senses
Wake up in a hotel
Staring at the ceiling


. . .



You've seen him
In the undirected light of street dreams
Doing nothing?
Standing, like to seem casual
With a resemblance to people held by fear.
Lit by fire and disrepair.
The blue millionaire.

Don't listen and keep asking?
Only stories reach this far.
No one's left and no one's coming
And I will disappear
Far away from you,
The american wind,
And the blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.

There is no such thing as the wrong man
Blue as the dusk that ended my day
And shut off the light and air.

I wish I could tell you
How he put them in cages,
Found you where you slept.
Got me down with something else than bruises

Tied me to a blue chair
Lit by fire and disrepair
The blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.

Seen him drinking gin from pale blue bottles,
Drowning in shadow,
Shadows moving in.
Forever imagine
Imagine it's him
Nearby the window
With dreams broken in.

I don't laugh anymore? or smile,
I am lost in the body,
The passion of time.
He is screening my dreams
And everything that's mine.
Don't stay in this mirror
Other hands have left me in.
You don't blow away as I do.
It will be the same again.
Turn and point away from here.
Steal what you cannot win
From the blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue...


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Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase
Then forget about falling from grace.

Don't look at me like that, I never said a word.
Don't ask me where I've been, I'll pretend I never heard.
Don't put it in the paper? please, don't!
I never said I will, I never said I won't.

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase
Then forget about falling from grace.

It's looking bad I know, I'm an outlaw
Don't pity me, I never felt like this before.
Please tell me you believe me, please say
I'll get along without you? anyway.

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase
Then forget about falling from grace.

Feeling hunted, I'm lying low.

Don't tell me who it is, I never said so.
Put yourself in my place, please try.
I never told the truth? I never told a lie.

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase,
Then forget about falling from grace.

Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase,
Then forget about falling from grace.

Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace...


. . .


When will the morning come ?
I wait in darkness so long.
Will the sun ever rise again ?

Hours flowing over me
I wait in vain for some change.
Will light ever pierce this pain ?

Riding on a humming bird's wing,
Caravans fleeing from the East.
May the pilgrim join in the feast.

How will the morning be ?
I watched the dawn in my dreams
And imagined the day for years.
Shall I feel warmth again
And feel it true when they say
That the day never ends in tears ?

Riding on a humming bird's wing,
Caravans fleeing from the East.
May the pilgrim join in the feast.

Tell me please,
How will it come
This release,
A crack in the door.

Shall I feel warm again
And feel it true when they say
That the day never ends in tears ?

Beyond and back of the wind
Little birds fly into the sea.
Morning light shine on me.

Oh, tell me please, how will she come
Surrounding me, the opening door ?

Riding on a humming bird's wing,
Caravans fleeing from the East.
May the pilgrim join in the feast

Beyond and back of the wind
Little birds fly into the sea.
Morning light shine on me.

Riding on a humming bird's wing,
Caravans fleeing from the East ...

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It took a long time coming
That big over the shoulder statement
But when it came? it flowed easy as poison
Taken in extreme despair
Taken in extreme despair
Taken in extreme despair
Taken in extreme despair.

Remember to write often
In case you have something to tell me,
But please don't mention the unexpected guest
Staring into empty eyes
Staring into empty eyes
Staring into empty eyes
Staring into empty eyes.

A long lost confidence and pride
Come ringing back, come ringing back
To have the shadow back again
And happiness that feels like pain.

Then you left us
To see if you could find it
And when you came back? it flowed easy as poison
It flowed easy as poison
Taken in extreme despair
Taken in extreme despair
Taken in extreme despair
Taken in extreme despair.

A long lost confidence and pride
Come ringing back, come ringing back
To have the shadow back again
And happiness that feels like pain
And happiness that feels like pain
And happiness that feels like pain.

Happiness that feels like pain.
Happiness that feels like pain


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Move along staying close to the wall
Looking over your shoulder just in time.
Avoid the light, close your eyes
And put your hand in mine.
And put your hand in mine.

Are we in danger, or is it that
You think we might be?
But I think I'd like to get out of here,
This place it frightens me,
This place it frightens me.

Running for our lives,
At least we're pretending we are.
Running for our lives,
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.

Stop pretending
This is a child's adventure,
The only way I can take it
Is playing the game.

Be quiet, there's a gate ahead.
Do you think we can make it?
Will it be different, or just the same?
How long can we keep escaping,

How long can we keep escaping,
How long can we keep escaping
Into another prison?

Running for our lives,
At least we're pretending we are.
Running for our lives,
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.

Move along staying close to the wall,
Looking over your shoulder just in time.
Avoid the light, close your eyes
And put your hand in mine
And put your hand in mine.

Running for our lives,
At least we're pretending we are.
Running for our lives,
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.

We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get...


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There is a land that I can go to
When I have time to rest.
All the people I love are there
And those who love me best.

Then I heard the wind
Calling from over the sea
Saying, "ireland, ireland,
When will you be free?"
"ireland, ireland,
When will you be free?"

This land I go to when I'm tired
And need to see and walk in green.
The people who can laugh and drink
And see things others have not seen.

Then I heard the wind
Calling from over the sea,
Saying, "ireland, ireland,
When will you be free?"
"ireland, ireland,
When will you be free?"

There is another side to this pure land,
A side of blood and guilt and pain

A side of enemy and friend
And sorrow at the hearth side stain.

Then I heard the wind
Crying from over the sea,
Saying, "ireland, ireland,
When will you be free?"
"ireland, ireland,
When will you be free?"

There is a land that I can go to
When I have time to rest.
All the people I love are there
And those who love me best.

Then I heard the wind
Calling from over the sea,
Saying, "ireland, ireland,
When will you be free?"
"ireland, ireland,
When will you be free?"

"ireland, ireland,
When will you be free?"
"ireland, ireland,
When will you be free?"


. . .



In the end will it matter that you've gone?
In the end will I go on minding that you've gone?
Will the night always seem so long,
Is it really darkest before dawn?
Will I see whiskey as a mother in the end?

In the end will I smash my brains with drinking
Till I fall down on the floor,
Will I hiccup and jabber,
Saying things I never meant?
Will I kiss and cry and wake to find
A sordid stranger by my bed?
Will the world shake its sensible head
And say the words that have to be said:
"she's got a problem."

Every problem has a solution in the end
And solutions must be final
For help gets so unhelpful near the end.

When I take my last ride
Down the big dipper slide,
Will I care, will it matter
If the world should say:
"she had a problem."

She had a problem.
She had a problem.

In the end will it matter that you've gone?
In the end will I go on minding that you've gone?
Will the night always seem so long,
Is it really darkest before dawn?
Will I see whiskey as a mother
In the end?


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