Sing Another Song, Boys
1970 Frankfurt, May 06
Lenny: Key note ...
Girl: (sings a key note) da da da
Lenny: [..?..]
Girl: -sure.
Lenny: This is a song about a man and a woman,
and, it's called Lets Sing Another Song Boys.
And, in an exam, I think i'll give this one, like,
- a German [DocShould(??)] thesis.
And, the song pertains to, dissect,
the intimate connections, in the ordinary
relationship.
Coming to no satisfactory conclusions,
the author, of the melody, abandons it,
and begins another song.
Hence the title - "Let's Sing Another Song, Boys"-
At which point, in the authors mind, he envisages
the audience, rising to their feet, their throats burning,
and singing the new song, - which speaks of the ends
of all the tyrannies that we place upon each other
in the living room, and the song is completed
in a great triumphal march, on the Bastile
[starts strumming]
[ someone says: "Bob Dylan, Reverend"
[Lenny screws-up, stops strumming
"Reese (?) - I'm lost without you".
continues:... ]
This is still the same song.
Keep in mind what I said.
{ starts again }
"Reese, that does sound like you..."
{ yeah man, .. }
Ah now his fingernails, I see they're broken,
His ships they're all on fire.
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire.
She hails him with a microphone
That some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her.
She hails him with a microphone
That she got from the pawnshops of father.
She tempts him with a clarinet,
She waves a Nazi dagger.
Ah, She finds him, He's lying in a heap;
She wants to be his woman.
He says "Yes, I just might go to sleep
But kindly leave, leave the future,
Leave it open."
He stands where it is steep,
And I guess he thinks that he's the very first one,
His hands upon his belt now
Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner.
And she will learn to touch herself so well
As all the sails burn down like paper.
And he has lit the chain, now
And of his famous cigarillo.
Ah, they'll never, I mean they'll never, ever reach the moon,
At least not the one they're after;
Floating broken on the open sea right now,
And look it carries no survivors.
But lets leave these lovers wondering
Why they cannot have each other,
Here it comes -And Let's Sing Another Song Boys -
This one has grown old and bitter.
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Sing Another Song, Boys
1970 Aix-en-Provence, Aug. 2 -> Songs Of Love And hate 1971
(Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.)
Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken,
his ships they're all on fire.
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire.
She spies him through the glasses
from the pawnshops of her wicked father.
She hails him with a microphone
that some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her.
She tempts him with a clarinet,
she waves a Nazi dagger.
She finds him lying in a heap;
she wants to be his woman.
He says, "Yes, I might go to sleep
but kindly leave, leave the future,
leave it open."
He stands where it is steep,
oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one,
his hand upon his leather belt now
like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner.
And she will learn to touch herself so well
as all the sails burn down like paper.
And he has lit the chain
of his famous cigarillo.
Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon,
at least not the one that we're after;
it's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends,
and it carries no survivors.
But lets leave these lovers wondering
why they cannot have each other,
and let's sing another song, boys,
this one has grown old and bitter.
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