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@ALBUM: Dry
The Durutti Column

Lyrics transcribed by Rob Stanzel
and Michael B. Branch
Please contact us with comments or corrections.
93/06/07

@SONG: Paradise Passage Road

And when I look out my window
What do I see
The old grinder selling
Sawdust balls with a moth-eaten parrot
And he plays
Watch the children play on Paradise Passage Road
I see the best things aren't free
Despite everything
This old grinder still in love
With a shiny-scaled mermaid
Quick-tailed
Some... Some place between him and a myth
And he plays
What is forever
Are there things we can change
And the parrot
He says
I... I believe in the sun and the sky
Words that just don't seem to tell me why

@SONG: Rope Around My Neck
[questionable -- unintelligibly miked]

Try to point her to a sign
('Cos I) Never tell what's on my mind
Except I love you
And you took what I'm calling you
Only your funeral
Hang a rope around my neck
And no wonder[?]longer I turn dead
I love you

@SONG: Bordeaux
[live at Womad 88]

In France you are sleeping
I wish I could see you
It's always this way
Love sent from Bordeaux
Love sent from Bordeaux

Just in odd moments
I try to say something
And you're slipping away
Love sent from Bordeaux
Love sent from Bordeaux

@SONG: The Beggar
[live at La Cigalle, Paris]

Some words uttered by a beggar
Struck a glancing blow
Frames form in his mind
Pain forms in his mind
Call into this night

[chorus]
At each new corner
I grow more weary
At each new corner
I see more people
I see more people

Lay in this doorway
In the orange street glare
People seem so far away
Their names mean nothing now
I see them turn and stare
I watch them slip away
Their names mean nothing
Their names mean nothing
Their names mean nothing now

[chorus]

Has Jesus forgotten
This man on the ground
He has his own blood
And the light in his eyes
He has his own blood
And the light in his eyes
And people seem so far away
Their names mean nothing now