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Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull


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Настоящее имя Marianne Evelyn Faithfull
Дата рождения 29 декабря 1946 г.
Место рождения Hampstead, London, England
Жанры Rock
Pop
Folk
Jazz
Blues
Годы 1964—н.в.
Лейблы RCA Records
Island Records
Decca Music Group
Columbia Records
Sanctuary Records
London Records
ANTI-
См. также Metallica
The Rolling Stones
Andrew Loog Oldham
Сайт Website



Альбом Marianne Faithfull


Blazing Away (1990)
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Au fond des prisons du roy,
Tout au fond des prisons du roy,
Ils l'ont enferme dans les prisons du roy,
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Messire, dites-moi pourquoi ont-ils fait ca?
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Est-il vrai qu'il ne reviendra plus jamais,
Jamais, plus jamais,
Parce qu'il a vole un diamant plein d'eclats,
Le plus beau des diamants pour moi.

Au fond des prisons du roy,
Tout au fond des prisons du roy.
Et je m'en souviens, il m'avait dit un jour,
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
"tu seras plus riche que les dames de la cour."
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Est-il vrai que je ne l'entendrai jamais,

Jamais, plus jamais,
Parce qu'il a vole un diamant plein d'eclats,
Le plus beau des diamants pour moi.

Au fond des prisons du roy,
Tout au fond des prisons du roy.
Messire, dites-moi, est-il la pour la vie?
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Alors, jetez-moi en prison avec lui,
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Et rien ne nous separera plus jamais,
Jamais, plus jamais,
Car moi j'ai vole, je l'avoue, et sans peur,
Oui, messire, j'ai vole son c'ur.

Au fond des prisons du roy,
Oh, mon amour, je viens vers toi.
Tout au fond des prisons du roy


. . .



Will you take me across the channel,
London bridge is falling down.
Strange a woman tries to save
What a man will try to drown.
And he's the rain that they predicted,
It's the forecast every time.
The rose has died because you picked it
An' I believe that brandy's mine.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

The word is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around.
And nothing is the matter
For I never cry in town.
And a love like ours, my dear,

Is best measured when it's down.
And I never buy umbrellas,
For there's always one around.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

And you know that it's beginning,
And you know that it's the end
When once again we are strangers
And the fog comes rolling in.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

[Dr. John:]
You ready? 2, 3, 4, 1


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I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.

I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.
I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.

I never lied to my lover,
But if I did I would admit it.
If I could get away with murder
I'd take my gun and I'd commit it.
I never gave to the rich, I never stole from the poor,
I'm like a curious child, give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more.

I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though I feel it in my veins, it's not enough.

I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though it's streaming through my veins it's not enough.

I never stole a scarf from harrods,
But if I did you wouldn't miss it.
I never stole a doll from lovecraft,
But if I did you know I'd kiss it.
I never stole from the rich, I never gave to the poor,
I'm like a curious child, just give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more.

I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt.

Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt
Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt...


. . .



As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career,
But you really can't function you're so full of fear.
A working class hero is something to be,

A working class hero is something to be.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

There's room at the top they are telling us still,
But first we must learn how to smile as we kill
If we want to live like the folks on the hill.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

A working class hero is something to be


. . .



Here I lie in my hospital bed,
Tell me, sister morphine, when are you coming round again.
Oh, I don't think I can wait that long,
Oh, you see I'm not that strong.

The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears.
Tell me, sister morphine, how long have I been lying here?
What am I doing in this place?
Why does the doctor have no face?
Oh, I can't crawl across the floor.
Can't you see, sister morphine, I'm just trying to score.

Well, it just goes to show things are not what they seem.
Please, sister morphine, turn my nightmare into dreams.
Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast
And that this shot will be my last.

Sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool hands on my head.
Hey, sister morphine, you'd better make up my bed
For you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead,
And you can sit around and you can watch the clean white sheets stain red


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It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play.
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

My riches can't buy everything,
I want to hear the children sing.
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play.
Doing things I used to do
They think are new,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm ...


. . .



When I stole a twig from our little nest
And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak,
I had my balls and my brains put into a vice
And twisted around for a whole fucking week.
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you let that trash
Get a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash?

Why'd ya do it she said, why'd you let her suck your cock?
Oh, do me a favour, don't put me in the dark.
Why'd ya do it, she said, they're mine all your jewels,
You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools.

Why'd ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore,
'cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor.
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you spit on my snatch?
Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch?

Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid.

Why'd you do it, she said, ain't nothing to laugh,

You just tore all our kisses right in half!

Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do what you did,
Betray my little oyster for such a low bitch.

Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid.

Why'd ya do it, she screamed, after all we've said
Every time I see your dick I see her cunt in my bed.

The whole room was swirling,
Her lips were still curling.

Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do it, she said,
Why'd you do what you did?

Oh, big grey mother, I love you forever
With your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather.
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did...

Ah, I feel better now


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Oh, I will free the bird in me
Oh, when I find my life.
What I always knew could be
Oh, when I find my life.
I will see the truth in me
Oh, when I find my life.
Oh, when I find my life.

I will let go the pain
Oh, when I find my life.
I will reach beyond the strain
Oh, when I find my life.
Fear of lost and fear of pain
Oh, when I find my life.
Oh, when I find my life.

I remember all the games of shame
And all the lies you told me.

I have worked so hard to learn
And flunked so far in my attempts to let it go by, dear.

And it's so easy
I just opened my eyes.
And it's so hard
To let go.

Oh, I will free the bird in me
Oh, when I find my life.
I will we what I wanna be
Oh, when I find my life.
I am here and I am free.
Oh, when I find my life.

Oh, when I find my life.
Oh, when I find my life.
Oh, when I find my life


. . .



The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning
round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy
chair.

Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy
chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew
too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and
offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past
the crowd.

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her
hair ...


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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


. . .



So searching down and out looking for a place to stay
A place of no commitment, a place with no involvement.
I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel,
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.

Strange-looking exile with a passion for the dangerous,
An eye for the wicked, a tongue for the nasty.
I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel,
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.

What is the reason that things change?
What is the reason they can never stay the same?
What can I do, what can I do?

Feel it, release it, things change.

Feel it, release it, things change.
Feel it, release it, things change.

What is the reason that things change?
What is the reason they can never stay the same?
What can I do, what can I do?
Feel it, release it, things change.

Feel it, release it, things change.
Feel it, release it, things change.

So searching, down and out looking for a place to stay,
A place of no commitment, a place with no involvement.
I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel,
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away


. . .


My young love said to me, "My brothers won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind"
Then she turned her head to me and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day"

She turned away from me and she moved through the fair
And I watched her so swiftly move here and move there
Then she turned away homeward with one star awake
Like a swan in the evening moves over the lake

Last night, I did dream that my dead love come in
So softly she entered that her feet made no din
And she turned her head to me and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day"

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Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan
What are you fighting for?
It's not my security.

It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in russian,
Don't say it in german.
Say it in broken english,
Say it in broken english.

Lose your father, your husband,
Your mother, your children.
What are you dying for?
It's not my reality.

It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in russian,
Don't say it in german.
Say it in broken english,
Say it in broken english.

What are you fighting for?

What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?

What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?

Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan.
What are you fighting for?
It's not my security.

It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in russian,
Don't say it in german.
Say it in broken english,
Say it in broken english.

Say it in broken english,
Say it in broken english.

What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting...


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