Lager and Ale - Kim Mitchell

TELE TRAViS, TRAVS EH WEH ABITYE OU TA DAH DAH DAH DAHHH Si ou ale Nanryen pa ou marse Si ou ale Lannwit pa pou OK Si ou ale Mon larm pa pou aret koule Si ou ale Si ou ale San gran mazinnen San pran gran zefor Ou konn ou vre valer At least dan mon lavi Menm si ou pa le kwar Ou ki kaptenn lo mon navir San ou mon ofraze Perdi dan losean Ou vo tou konpliman Tou zoli ki mon konnen Parol pli romantik Poenm pli manifik Me pou mwan kit li senp "Noun ganny kree pou kanmarad" Alors I natirel Si mon derobe ler ou pa la Akoz Si ou Ale Nanryen pa ou marse Si ou ale Lannwit pa pou OK Si ou ale Mon larm pa pou aret koule Si ou ale yeah Si ou ale Wi Si ou ale "Nanryen pa ou marse" Si ou ale "Lannwit pa pou OK" Hmm Si ou ale Mon larm pa pou aret koule Si ou ale EH Si ou ale Zis donn mwan sa sans Eksplik ou ou lenportans Eksplik ou mon santiman Mon konplet ler ou avek mwan Mon avek ou I fer sans Eksplik ou ou lenportans Ekpsplik ou mon santiman Wi mon santiman Zot dir tou sanson in ganny ekrir Tou parol in finni pou koz lanmour Be mon kwar pou nou I ankor pe ganny ekrir I a konmans koumsa Si ou Ale Nanryen pa ou marse Si ou ale Non non Lannwit pa pou OK Si ou ale Mon larm pa pou aret koule Si ou ale eh weh Si ou ale Wi Si ou ale Nanryen pa ou marse Ohh Si ou ale Lannwit pa pou OK EH WEH Si ou ale Mon larm pa pou aret koule Si ou ale Si ou ale Wo wo wo woy wo wo woy yeah

I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars That shell shock love away There's comfort in melancholy When there's no need to explain It's just as natural as the weather In this moody sky today In our possessive coupling So much could not be expressed So now i'm returning to myself These things that you and i suppressed I see something of myself in everyone Just at this moment of the world As snow gathers like bolts of lace Waltzing on a ballroom girl You know it never has been easy Whether you do or you do not resign Whether you travel the breadth of extremities Or stick to some straighter line Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock They're either going to thaw out or freeze Listen... Strains of benny goodman Coming thru' the snow and the pinewood trees I'm porous with travel fever But you know i'm so glad to be on my own Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger Can set up trembling in my bones I know - no one's going to show me everything We all come and go unknown Each so deep and superficial Between the forceps and the stone Well i looked at the granite markers Those tribute to finality - to eternity And then i looked at myself here Chicken scratching for my immortality In the church they light the candles And the wax rolls down like tears There's the hope and the hopelessness I've witnessed thirty years We're only particles of change i know, i know Orbiting around the sun But how can i have that point of view When i'm always bound and tied to someone White flags of winter chimneys Waving truce against the moon In the mirrors of a modern bank >from the window of a hotel room I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars Until love sucks me back that way

Three waitresses all wearing Black diamond earrings Talking about zombies And Singapore slings No trouble in their faces Not one anxious voice None of the crazy you get From too much choice The thumb and the satchel Or the rented Rolls-Royce And you think she knows something By the second refill You think she's enlightened As she totals your bill You say "Show me the way To Barangrill" Well some say it's in service They say "Humble Makes Pure" You're hoping it's near Folly 'Cause you're headed that way for sure And you just have to laugh 'Cause it's all so crazy Ah, her mind's on her boyfriend And eggs over easy It's just a trick on you Her mirrors and your will So you ask the truck driver On the way to the till But he's just a slave To Barangrill The guy at the gaspumps He's got a lot of soul He sings Merry Christmas for you Just like Nat King Cole And he makes up his own tune Right on the spot About whitewalls and windshields And this job he's got And you want to get moving And you want to stay still But lost in the moment Some longing gets filled And you even forget to ask "Hey, Where's Barangrill?"

Marcie in a coat of flowers Stops inside a candy store Reds are sweet and greens are sour Still no letter at her door So she'll wash her flower curtains Hang them in the wind to dry Dust her tables with his shirt and wave another day goodbye Marcie's faucet needs a plumber Marcie's sorrow needs a man Red is autumn, green is summer Greens are turning and the sand All along the ocean beaches stares up empty at the sky Marcie buys a bag of peaches Stops a postman passing by And summer goes, falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper Winter blows up from the river, there's no one to take her To the sea Marcie dresses warm, it's snowing Takes a yellow cab uptown Red is stop and green's for going Sees a show and rides back down Down along the Hudson River Past the shipyards in the cold Still no letter's been delivered Still the winter days unfold Like magazines fading in dusty grey attics and cellars Make a dream, dream back to summer and hear how he tells her "Wait for me" Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us Where or why she moved away "Red is angry, green is jealous", that was all she had to say Someone thought they saw her Sunday Window shopping in the rain Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket And went West again