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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



Marianne Faithfull Album


A Stranger On Earth - An Introduction To Marianne Faithfull (2001)
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It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play.
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

My riches can't buy everything,
I want to hear the children sing.
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play.
Doing things I used to do
They think are new,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm ...


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Here I lie in my hospital bed,
Tell me, sister morphine, when are you coming round again.
Oh, I don't think I can wait that long,
Oh, you see I'm not that strong.

The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears.
Tell me, sister morphine, how long have I been lying here?
What am I doing in this place?
Why does the doctor have no face?
Oh, I can't crawl across the floor.
Can't you see, sister morphine, I'm just trying to score.

Well, it just goes to show things are not what they seem.
Please, sister morphine, turn my nightmare into dreams.
Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast
And that this shot will be my last.

Sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool hands on my head.
Hey, sister morphine, you'd better make up my bed
For you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead,
And you can sit around and you can watch the clean white sheets stain red


. . .



If I listened long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried.
Still I look to find a reason to believe.

Someone like you makes it hard to live
Without somebody else.
Someone like you makes it easy to give,
Never thinking of myself.

If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find a way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried.

Still I look to find a reason to believe.

Someone like you makes it hard to live
Without somebody else.
Someone like you makes it easy to give,
Never thinking of myself.

If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find a way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried.
Still I look to find reason to believe


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There's been a lot of talk around
That you've been seen with a certain party
& now I'm so afraid I'm losing you, oh baby
Don't tell me you don't want my love
I couldn't give it to just anybody
Baby won't you tell me it's not true?

[Bridge:]
Don't leave me, baby
Don't tell me it's over
After I trusted you
And did my best to make you happy

[Chorus:]
Is this what I get for lovin' you, baby?
Is this what I get for lovin' you, baby?
There was a night when you held me tight
& you said you'd always love me
You said you'd never hurt me

What would there be left for me?
It's such a cruel world to be alone in
I always needed you to look out for me, oh baby
I'm gonna miss your loving arms
They're the only arms I feel at home in
Don't you know how lonely I'm gonna be

[Bridge]
[Chorus]

Don't leave me baby

[Chorus to fade]


. . .



I'll send away all my false pride
And I'll forsake all of my life.
Yes, I'll be as true, as true can be
If you'll come and stay with me.

Lovers of the past I'll leave behind,
There'll never be another on my mind.
I'll do all I can so you'll feel free
If you'll come and stay with me.

The promises I made most faithfully,
I'll keep still, should you decide to leave.

I'll try and see that you have all you need
If you'll come and stay with me.

We'll live a life no one has ever known,
But I know you're thinking that I'm hardly grown.
But oh, thank god, at last and finally
I can see you're gonna stay with me.

But oh, thank god, at last and finally
I can see you're gonna stay with me


. . .


Will you take me across the Channel,
London Bridge is falling down.
Strange a woman tries to save
What a man will try to drown.
And he's the rain that they predicted,
It's the forecast every time.
The rose has died because you picked it
An' I believe that brandy's mine.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

The word is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around.
And nothing is the matter
For I never cry in town.
And a love like ours, my dear,
Is best measured when it's down.
And I never buy umbrellas,
For there's always one around.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

And you know that it's beginning,
And you know that it's the end
When once again we are strangers
And the fog comes rolling in.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

Dr. John:
You ready ? 2, 3, 4, 1.

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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 ...


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Some fools don't know what's right from wrong,
But somehow those folks belong.
Me, I try for all I'm worth,
But I still remain a stranger on this earth.

Some people gloom, other folk cry.
Me, I have to struggle to keep alive.
Ever since the day of my birth
I've been a stranger, stranger on this earth.

I try to be what all folks should,
Forgetting the bad and doing good.

But no matter how I try,
My troubles always multiply.

Now I've been doing the best I can
Ever since life began.
Some day when I prove my worth
I won't be a stranger on earth.

Now I've been living the best I can
Ever since my life began.
The day's gonna come when I prove my worth
And I won't be no stranger,
No, I won't be a stranger
On this earth


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There's a little bird that somebody sends
Down to the earth to live on the wind.
Born on the wind and he sleeps on the wind
This little bird that somebody sends.

He's light and fragile and feathered sky blue,
So thin and graceful the sun shines through.
This little bird who lives on the wind,

This little bird that somebody sends.

He flies so high up in the sky
Out of reach of human eye.
And the only time that he touches the ground
Is when that little bird
Is when that little bird
Is when that little bird dies


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Monday, monday
So good to me.
Monday morning
It was all I hoped it would be.

Oh monday morning
Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That monday evening
You would still be here with me.

Monday, monday
Can't trust the day.
Monday, monday
Sometimes it just turns out that way.

On monday morning
You gave me no warning
Of what was to be.
On monday, monday
How could you leave
And not take me?

Every other day
Every other day
Every other day
Of the week is fine, yeah.

But whenever monday comes
But whenever monday comes
You can find me crying

All of the time.

Monday, monday
So good to me.
Monday morning
It was all I hoped it would be.
Oh monday morning,
Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That monday evening
You would still be here with me.

Every other day
Every other day
Every other day
Of the week is fine, yeah.

But whenever monday comes
But whenever monday comes
You can find me crying
All of the time.

Monday, monday,
Can't trust the day.
Monday, monday,
Don't go away.

Oh, monday, monday,
Don't go away.
Oh, monday, monday...


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Things are never what they seem
Play a part most of the time.
What is yours cannot be mine
And I'm bored by dreams.

Bored by dreams.

I can't say the words I mean
Make myself go through the line.
Does the payment fit the crime
If I'm bored by dreams?

Take me through the steps my love,
Shall we dance again?
I was older then,
Now we are the same.

Lasse des rives.

Rive quI brille dans le noir
Brillera bien, tu peux le croire.

Toujours dire la verite
Quand je suis lasse des rives.

Take me through the steps, my love,
Shall we dance again?
Things were always brighter then,
Hear me call your name.

After a certain age
Every artist
Works with injury.

After a certain age
Every artist
Works with injury.

Take me through the steps my love,
Shall we dance again?
I was always older then,
Now we are the same


. . .



Of all the love I have won or have lost
There is one love I should never have crossed.
He was a boy in a million, my friend,
I should have known he would win in the end.

I'm a loser
And I lost someone who's near to me.
I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be.

Although I laugh and I act like a clown,
Beneath this mask I am wearing a frown.
My tears are falling like rain from the sky,
Is it for him or myself that I cry?

I'm a loser
And I lost someone who's near to me.

I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be.

I'm a loser
And I lost someone who's near to me.
I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be.

What have I done to deserve such a fate?
I realise I have left it too late
And so it's true pride comes before a fall,
I'm telling you so that you won't lose all.

I'm a loser
And I lost someone who's near to me.
I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be.
I'm a loser.


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[version 1]
There is a house in new orleans,
They call it the risin' sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many poor girl,
And me, oh god, I'm one.

There is a house in new orleans,
They call it the risin' sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many poor girl,
And me, oh god, I'm one.

If I had listened


To what my mother said
I'd've been at home today.
But I was young and foolish, oh god,
Let a rambler lead me astray.

Go tell my baby sister
Don't do what I have done.
Go shun that house in new orleans
They call the risin' sun.

Well, I'm going back to new orleans,
My race is almost run.
I'm going back to spend my life
In the house of the risin' sun.

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Sweetheart
I'm changing my role in life,
I'm not re-arranging the main things in my life.
I ain't sacrificing what I hold as true,
I ain't sacrificing, sweetheart even for you.

Sweetheart? I'm changing my mode of life,
I'm not re-arranging the main things in my life.
I'm not giving up now in mixed company.
I'll be holding on now looking to find my identity.

My freedom means too much to give up now.
It doesn't matter to you anyhow.

Sweetheart.
Sweetheart.

My freedom means too much to give up now.
And did it matter so much anyhow.

Sweetheart
I'm changing my role in life,
I ain't re-arranging the main things in my life.
I ain't sacrificing what I hold as true,
I ain't sacrificing, sweetheart even for you.

My freedom means too much to give up now.
And did it matter so much anyhow.

Sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
Sweetheart


. . .



Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you

Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad,
I know, let them not weep,
Let them know that I'm glad to go

Death is no dream,
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of
My heart
Dear

Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday


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