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Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull


Background information
Birth name Marianne Evelyn Faithfull
Born December 29, 1946
Born place Hampstead, London, England
Genre(s) Rock
Pop
Folk
Jazz
Blues
Years active 1964—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Island Records
Decca Music Group
Columbia Records
Sanctuary Records
London Records
ANTI-
Associated acts Metallica
The Rolling Stones
Andrew Loog Oldham
Website Website



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Marianne Faithfull Album


Broken English (1979)
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Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan
What are you fighting for?
It's not my security.

It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in russian,
Don't say it in german.
Say it in broken english,
Say it in broken english.

Lose your father, your husband,
Your mother, your children.
What are you dying for?
It's not my reality.

It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in russian,
Don't say it in german.
Say it in broken english,
Say it in broken english.

What are you fighting for?

What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?

What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?

Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan.
What are you fighting for?
It's not my security.

It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in russian,
Don't say it in german.
Say it in broken english,
Say it in broken english.

Say it in broken english,
Say it in broken english.

What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting...


. . .



Shall I see tonight sister, bathed in magic greet
Shall we meet on the hilltop where the two roads meet.
We will form the circle, hold our hands and chant,
Let the great one know what it is we want.

Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire,
Happy is our family, lonely is the ward.

Sister, we are waiting on the rock and chain
Fly fast through the airwaves, meet with pride and truth.

Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire,
Happy is our family, lonely is the ward.

Father, we are waiting for you to appear.
Do you feel the panic, can you see the fear?
Mother, we are waiting for you to give consent.
If there's to be a marriage, we need contempt.

Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire,
Happy is our family, lonely is the ward.

La da da da da da, la la la la la.
La da da da da da, la la la la la.
La da da da da da, la la la la la
La da da da da da, la la la la la...

Remember death is far away and life is sweet


. . .



Well, I know that you're tired of living this way,
We've been trying to get high without having to pay.

The walls are all empty, it's not a permanent state,
Just let me tell you that it's not too late.

You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.
You're a drain brain, you go on and on like a blood stain.

Well, you know I ain't selfish, there's always a way.
If a thing ain't worth having, you're having to pay.

You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.
You're a train brain, you go on and on like a blood stain.

Got so much to offer, but I can't pay the rent,
I can't buy you roses 'cause the money's all spent.

Well, you sat in my car, you drank my champagne,

You stole all my silk but you gave me no change.

You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.
You're a train drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.

Got so much to offer, but I can't pay the rent,
I can't buy you roses 'cause the money's all spent.

Well, you sat in my car, you drank my champagne,
You stole all my silk, you left me no change.

You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.
You're a train drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.

You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.
You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain


. . .



I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.

I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.
I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.

I never lied to my lover,
But if I did I would admit it.
If I could get away with murder
I'd take my gun and I'd commit it.
I never gave to the rich, I never stole from the poor,
I'm like a curious child, give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more.

I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though I feel it in my veins, it's not enough.

I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though it's streaming through my veins it's not enough.

I never stole a scarf from harrods,
But if I did you wouldn't miss it.
I never stole a doll from lovecraft,
But if I did you know I'd kiss it.
I never stole from the rich, I never gave to the poor,
I'm like a curious child, just give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more.

I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt.

Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt
Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt...


. . .



The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning
round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy
chair.

Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy
chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew
too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and
offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past
the crowd.

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her
hair ...


. . .



What's the worry, what's the hurry,
Do you hear me, do you fear me?
You've got the message, you read the story,
You want the power, you need the glory.

Clocks break, time goes by,
Hot sake along the fly,
She laughs on a spin,
He laughs, turns you in.

What's the panic, where's the static,
Do you see me, could you meet me?

I heard the rumour, you've got my number,
But now I see you run for cover.

So you thought you had it made,
Ain't it easy to be afraid,
Feel the pressure, take the bait,
Here it comes again.

Clock breaks, time goes by,
Hot sake along the fly,
She laughs on a spin,
He laughs, turns you in


. . .



As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career,
But you really can't function you're so full of fear.
A working class hero is something to be,

A working class hero is something to be.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

There's room at the top they are telling us still,
But first we must learn how to smile as we kill
If we want to live like the folks on the hill.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

A working class hero is something to be


. . .


When I stole a twig from our little nest
And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak
I had my balls and my brains put into a vice
And twisted around for a whole fucking week
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you let that trash
Get a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash?

Why'd ya do it she said, why'd you let her suck your cock?
Oh, do me a favour, don't put me in the dark
Why'd ya do it, she said, they're mine all your jewels
You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools

Why'd ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore
'Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you spit on my snatch?
Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch?

Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid

Why'd you do it, she said, ain't nothing to laugh
You just tore all our kisses right in half!

Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid

Why'd ya do it, she screamed, after all we've said
Every time I see your dick I see her cunt in my bed

Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do what you did
Betray my little oyster for such a low bid

The whole room was swirling
Her lips were still curling

Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do it, she said
Why'd you do what you did?

Oh, big grey mother, I love you forever
With your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ...

Ah, I feel better now.

. . .


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