My first lover was real sweet, he made a woman out of me But he left as quick as he came, my baby James Mama said I was naive 'Said one day he'd pick
Since I was a girl, I've been good at embroidery I finished up my finishing school in Switzerland Then I escaped to Evian, wound my car down the alps,
The coffee beanery was about to explode Or was it a field Nobody knows Nobody saw it coming But for days The forecast predicted frost The TV's radiated
Since I was a child I could read the tides by the colours of the clouds When I grew I left in the spring and took only my piano and some gin But when
Autumn's coming in through the yard, Marching like a grandfather clock The badges he wears are tattered and old Like shredded ribbons of bright read and
Knowing you makes all the difference Don't it darling Knowing all your if's and why's Your when's and how's December comes in as a short procession A
Frankie and Annette ran off at sixteen and it all started at a red sox ball game In a cracker jack box, Frankie found a ring and said "how's about making
Years ago the phone rang off the hook for Dr. Monroe But he's erased the names in his little black book, he's living alone Oh, you might have seen him
Love, why did you run And call my body poison I wanted a love that would keep It was all or nothing In a poplar tree my hopes got caught And then you
Autumn's coming in through the yard, Marching like a grandfather clock The badges he wears are tattered and old Like shredded ribbons of bright read
Calliope I can hear your voice As clear as a bell As a bell ringing through the night Through the night O Calliope Your tablets of wax And your golden
?Neath the leaden lid I saw your face Ashen and pale as you walked away And I stayed behind Oh Where?d you go Dearest friend of mine Can you recall
You?ve moved off to Seattle You go down yo the bar every day This morning you woke up in the park Wearing only a tiny straw hat You?ve got a mad dog
Down by the old stone church Where the joe-pye weed and the mallows grow Those petals bigger then my fist Watch them bob and bow when the wind does blow
Upstairs the neighbors are moving in Hammering nails into their beds You can hear them falling in love again Three times this evening While we were
( Brigitte Fontaine Cover - White HInterland "Luniculaire EP" ) J'ai vingt-six ans Mais seulement quatre d'utiles Je ne comprends rien a rien J'ai peur
