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Your skin is cold, but the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold, but you see through a goldfish bowl
I feel old, sick and tired
We walk the streets, gently staring, wondering what to do
The sun in sheets, pouring down those streets to eyes green and blue
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind
You broke my heart Danny Boy, not your fault Danny Boy
I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a fourset
Had like poor Job in the Bible by God
Day comes, I wake
I wake with a hard heartache
I go down to your place
We sit and chat, chat about New York and trips to the bayou
My smile, a trick
Tricking me and trying not to scare you
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind
You broke my heart Danny Boy, not your fault Danny Boy
I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a fourset
Had like poor Job in the Bible by God
Oh, I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a fourset
Had like poor Job in the Bible by God |
- "ship with eight sails" - this line is from Kurt Weill/Bertolt Brecht's The Threepenny Opera
- Job - Biblical character who addresses why innocent people sometimes suffer
- Bible - Christian Holy text; collection of books used by followers of the Christian religion
- New York - U.S. state; occupies New York City, the American social capital
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- "This one is based a little bit on Wagnerian opera. The guy from "Foolish Love," Danny, is like the warrior-hero-babe Siegfried. When I met him it was like meeting a god, the light from him almost burning me. I never thought of the standard "Danny Boy" when I was writing it, and I think I lost a lot of gigs at places like [New Yorks hip Irish venue] Sin-é, because they thought I was gonna put on an Irish-American jamboree!"
- The demo version from a 1995 DreamWorks tape is also in circulation
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