Tori Amos - Famous Blue Raincoat (Plugged Tour 1998) (Live) lyrics
[Tori Amos - Famous Blue Raincoat Plugged Tour 1998 Live lyrics]
"The guys go off now and, um
We do a couple songs
I haven't done this one on
The whole tour, so, um
It could be a disaster, so, you know
If I forget the
Words, just scream 'em okay i
Know how you feel
Lads i need bigger hands that's tough"
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to
See if you're better
New York is cold, but i like where i'm living
There's music on Clinton Street
All through the evening
I hear that you're building your little
House deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope
You're keeping some kind of record, yes
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat torn
At the shoulder
Been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene
You treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Well I see you there with
The rose in your teeth
Just one more thin gypsy thief
I see Jane's awake now she sends her regards
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you
I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free
Well, thanks
For the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for
Good so i never tried
Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely, Leonard Cohen
We do a couple songs
I haven't done this one on
The whole tour, so, um
It could be a disaster, so, you know
If I forget the
Words, just scream 'em okay i
Know how you feel
Lads i need bigger hands that's tough"
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to
See if you're better
New York is cold, but i like where i'm living
There's music on Clinton Street
All through the evening
I hear that you're building your little
House deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope
You're keeping some kind of record, yes
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat torn
At the shoulder
Been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene
You treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Well I see you there with
The rose in your teeth
Just one more thin gypsy thief
I see Jane's awake now she sends her regards
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you
I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free
Well, thanks
For the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for
Good so i never tried
Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely, Leonard Cohen