[ Natalie Merchant ]


[ piano: Don Grolnick/cello: Dennis Karmazyn/viola: Novi/bass: Bob Magnusson/string arrangement: David Campbell ]

The man in 119 takes his tea alone.
Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries.
I'm hearing opera through the door.
The souls of men and women, impassioned all.
Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call.
I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.

He will not touch their pastry
but every day they bring him more.
Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away
and then go and eat them on the shore.

I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand,
sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate
then wash my hand in the sea.
With just three days more I'd have just about learned the entire score to Aida.

Holidays must end as you know.
All is memory taken home with me:
the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago.

Nowe przeboje:


Runnin' Behind
EASY TO FALL
Denis
Somebody's Long Lonely Night
Wild Fire
Les Fourmis
Divided
The Way It Must Be
Who's The One
Human Remains
I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself
Extreme Unction
Noches De Arabia
Sensitive Touch
Atrocities
Duele Verte
Tony Told Me
Love Is More Than Just Another Four-Letter Word
If You Could See Me Now
Tangled Up In Blue
Joseph's Coat
Food For Funk
ONE MORE TIME AROUND
Wake Up Dead