cool pairs – either brace yourselves for elimination, or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards

Sixteen years

Sixteen banners united over the field

Where the good shepherd grieves

Desperate men, desperate women divided

Spreading their wings ’neath the falling leaves

Fortune calls

I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace

Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down

She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born

On midsummer’s eve, near the tower

The cold-blooded moon

The captain waits above the celebration

Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid

Whose ebony face is beyond communication

The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid

They shaved her head

She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo

A messenger arrived with a black nightingale

I seen her on the stairs and I couldn’t help but follow

Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil

I stumbled to my feet

I rode past destruction in the ditches

With the stitches still mending ’neath a heart-shaped tattoo

Renegade priests and treacherous young witches

Were handing out the flowers that I’d given to you

The palace of mirrors

Where dog soldiers are reflected

The endless road and the wailing of chimes

The empty rooms where her memory is protected

Where the angels’ voices whisper to the souls of previous times

She wakes him up

Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking

Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks

She’s begging to know what measures he now will be taking

He’s pulling her down and she’s clutching on to his long golden locks

Gentlemen, he said

I don’t need your organization, I’ve shined your shoes

I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards

But Eden is burning, either brace yourselves for elimination

Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards

Peace will come

With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire

But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall

And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating

Between the King and the Queen of Swords

Changing Of The Guards – The Gaslight Anthem and Patti Smith sing (laureate) Bob Dylan

cool pairs – lord have mercy, I think that it's the cops

Down on Cyprus Avenue

With a childlike vision leaping into view

Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe

Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George

Marching with the soldier boy behind

He's much older now with hat on drinking wine

And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through

The cool night air like Shalimar

And outside they're making all the stops

The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops

Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops

Happy taken Madame George

That's when you fall

Whoa, that's when you fall

Yeah, that's when you fall

When you fall into a trance

Sitting on a sofa playing games of chance

With your folded arms and history books

You glance into the eyes of Madame George

And you think you found the bag

You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag

In a corner playing dominoes in drag

The one and only Madame George

And then from outside the frosty window raps

She jumps up and says, Lord, have mercy I think it's the cops

And immediately drops everything she gots

Down into the street below

And you know you gotta go

On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row

Throwing pennies at the bridges down below

And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow

Say goodbye to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George

Wonder why for Madame George

And as you leave, the room is filled with music

Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room

And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all

So cool, 

And as you're about to leave

She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves

And the gloves to love, to love the gloves

To say goodbye to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George

Wonder why for Madame George

Dry your eyes for Madame George

Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street

In the backstreet, in the back street

Say goodbye to Madame George

In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street

Down home, down home in the back street

Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye

Say goodbye to Madame George

And the loves to love to love the love

Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Say goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George

Wonder why for Madame George

The love's to love, the love's to love, the love's to love

Say goodbye, goodbye

Get on the train

Get on the train, the train, the train

This is the train, this is the train

Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Get on the train, get on the train

Madame George – Marianne Faithfull sings Van Morrison 

cool pairs – come with me to the sea

Come with me

My love

To the sea

The sea of love

I wanna tell you

How much

I love you

Do you remember

When we met

That's the day

I knew you were my pet

I wanna tell you

How much

I love you

Come with me

My love

To the sea

The sea of love

I wanna tell you

How much

I love you

Sea of Love – Cat Power and Iggy Pop sing Phil Phillips (John Phillip Baptiste)

cool pairs – sometimes it seems that all I have is worry

Baby you understand me now

If sometimes you see that I'm mad

Doncha know no one alive can always be an angel?

When everything goes wrong, you see some bad

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Ya know sometimes baby I'm so carefree

With a joy that's hard to hide

And then sometimes again it seems that all I have is worry

And then you're bound to see my other side

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

If I seem edgy

I want you to know

I never mean to take it out on you

Life has its problems

And I get more than my share

But that's one thing I never mean to do

Cause I love you

Oh baby

I'm just human

Don't you know I have faults like anyone?

Sometimes I find myself alone regretting

Some little foolish thing

Some simple thing that I've done

Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Don't let me be misunderstood

I try so hard

So please don't let me be misunderstood

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood – 

Nina Simone and Elvis Costello sing Bennie Benjamin, Gloria Caldwell and Sol Marcus

cool pairs – everybody knows that the boat is leaking

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded

Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed

Everybody knows the war is over

Everybody knows the good guys lost

Everybody knows the fight was fixed

The poor stay poor, the rich get rich

That's how it goes

Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking

Everybody knows the captain lied

Everybody got this broken feeling

Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets

Everybody wants a box of chocolates

And a long-stemmed rose

Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby

Everybody knows that you really do

Everybody knows that you've been faithful

Ah, give or take a night or two

Everybody knows you've been discreet

But there were so many people you just had to meet

Without your clothes

And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows

That's how it goes

Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows

That's how it goes

Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it's now or never

Everybody knows that it's me or you

And everybody knows that you live forever

Ah, when you've done a line or two

Everybody knows the deal is rotten

Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton

For your ribbons and bows

And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming

Everybody knows that it's moving fast

Everybody knows that the naked man and woman

Are just a shining artifact of the past

Everybody knows the scene is dead

But there's gonna be a meter on your bed

That will disclose

What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you're in trouble

Everybody knows what you've been through

From the bloody cross on top of Calvary

To the beach of Malibu

Everybody knows it's coming apart

Take one last look at this Sacred Heart

Before it blows

And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows

That's how it goes

Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows

That's how it goes

Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows

That's how it goes

Everybody knows

Everybody knows

Everybody Knows – Rufus Wainwright sings Leonard Cohen

cool pairs – walking in the evening by the ocean

Down around Biloxi

Pretty girls are swimmin' in the sea

Oh, they look like sisters in the ocean

Boy will fill his pail with salty water

And the storms will blow from off toward New Orleans

The sun shines on Biloxi

The air is filled with vapors from the sea

And the boy will dig a pool beside the ocean

He sees creatures from a dream underwater

And the sun will set from off towards New Orleans

Stars can see Biloxi

Stars can find their faces in the sea

And we are walking in the evening by the ocean

We are splashing naked in the water

And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans

And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans

Biloxi – Ian Matthews sings Jesse Winchester

cool pairs – la chaleur épaisse des langueurs océanes

Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui chantent               There's a sailor who sings

Les rêves qui les hantent               Of the dreams that he brings

Au large d'Amsterdam               From the wide open sea

Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui dorment               There's a sailor who sleeps

Comme des oriflammes               While the river bank weeps

Le long des berges mornes               To the old willow tree

Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui meurent               There's a sailor who dies

Pleins de bière et de dramas               Full of beer, full of cries

Aux premières lueurs               In a drunken down fight

Mais dans le port d'Amsterdam               But in the port of Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui naissent               There's a sailor who's born

Dans la chaleur épaisse               On a muggy hot morn

Des langueurs océanes               By the dawn's early light

Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui mangent               Where the saillons all meet

Sur des nappes trop blanches               There's a sailor who eats

Des poissons ruisselants               Only fish heads and tails

Ils vous montrent des dents               And  he'll show you his teeth

A croquer la fortune               That have rotted too soon

A décroiser la lune               That can bring down the moon

A bouffer des haubans               That can haul up the sails

Et ça sent la morue               And he yells to the cook

Jusque dans le cœur des frites               With his arms open wide

Que leurs grosses mains invitent               Bring me more fish

A revenir en plus               Put it down by my side

Puis se lèvent en riant               Then he wants so to belch

Dans un bruit de tempête               But he's too full to try

Referment leur braguette               So he gets up and laughs

Et sortent en rotant               And he zips up his fly

Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui dansent               You can see sailors dance

En se frottant la panse               Paunches bursting their pants

Sur la panse des femmes               Grinding women to porch

Et ils tournent et ils dansent               They've forgotten the tune

Comme des soleils crachés               That their whiskey voice croaks

Dans le son déchiré               Splitting the night

D'un accordéon rance               With the roar of their jokes

Ils se tordent le cou               And they turn and they dance

Pour mieux s'entendre rire               And they laugh and they lust

Jusqu'à ce que tout à coup               Till the rancid sound

L'accordéon expire               Of the accordion bursts

Alors le geste grave               Then into the the night

Alors le regard fier               With their pride in their pants

Ils ramènent leur batave               With the slut that they tow

Jusqu'en pleine lumière               Underneath the street lamps

Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui boivent               There's a sailor who drinks

Et qui boivent et reboivent               And he drinks, and he drinks

Et qui reboivent encore               And he drinks once again

Ils boivent à la santé               He drinks to the health

Des putains d'Amsterdam               Of the whores of Amsterdam

De Hambourg ou d'ailleurs               Who have promised their love

Enfin ils boivent aux dames               To a thousand other men

Qui leur donnent leur joli corps               They have bargained their bodies

Qui leur donnent leur vertu               And their virtue long gone

Pour une pièce en or               For a few dirty coins

Et quand ils ont bien bu               And when he can't go on

Se plantent le nez au ciel               He plants his nose in the sky

Se mouchent dans les étoiles               And he wipes it up above

Et ils pissent comme je pleure               And he pisses like I cry

Sur les femmes infidèles               For an unfaithful love

Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam

Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam

Amsterdam – Bellowhead chantent Brel