Tom Traubert's Blues (Live) - Kristoffer Sørensen

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did Got what I paid for now See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow A couple of bucks from you? To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley And tired of all these soldiers here No one speaks English and everything's broken And my Stacys are soaking wet To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking A lot they can do for me I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open And I'm down on my knees tonight Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger Your silhouette window light To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her And the one-armed bandit knows And the maverick Chinaman and the cold-blooded signs And the girls down by the strip-tease shows Go, waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me No, I don't want your sympathy The fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories They want a piece of the action anyhow Go, waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me And you can ask any sailor and the keys from the jailor And the old men in wheelchairs know That Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred And she follows wherever you may go Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace And a wound that will never heal No prima donna, the perfume is on An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey And goodnight to the street sweepers The night watchman flame keepers and goodnight, Mathilda too

My Yiddishe momme I miss her more than ever now My Yiddishe mom-momme I long to kiss her wrinkled brow I long to hold her hand once more And I did in days gone by And beg her to forgive me For things, I did that made her cry How few were her pleasures She never cared for fashion styles Her jewels and her treasures She found them in her baby's smile For I know that I owe what I am today To that dear little lady, so old and so gray To that wonderful Yiddishe momme Mom-mom-mom-mom-mom-mom-momme of mine Thank you

Wouldn't mind giving you a piece of my mind But I'ma need it all to focus on being kind Wouldn't mind telling you exactly what I thought But I'ma save us both the time it takes to talk Wouldn't mind dying if it mean that I'd be free Free from the expectations upon me Cos when you're dead and buried and they put you into the ground They heap the world on your shoulders Keep a record with a concrete crown Wouldn't want pass the buck onto you Cos I'ma need all the money I can get to get me through Spend your life counting coins Keeping track getting more to your name Then my children will grow up in a world where they do the same Don't wanna be a drain on the time that we have left I am a livewire to the day of my final breath And when you go They play your favourite song Out a stereo Through livewires When I heard my favourite song it made me wanna dance And I'd be working on a joke in my mind that would make you laugh But if you see me on the street wearing something in my eyes I got a sadness that I carry and I don't know why And when you go They play your favourite song Out a stereo Through livewires (Livewires)

Kom nu Læg din varme kind Indtil min Og la' mig hviske Jeg er din Lidt endnu Læg din varme kind Ind til min Sig til mig hva' det er jeg skal sig' For at få dig til at bli'e Kom nu Læg din varme krop Ind til min Og la' mig hviske Jeg er din Lidt endnu Læg din varme krop Ind til min Alt afhænger af øjnene der ser Og mine skal ikke lukkes mer' Mine øjne de skal se Se på det de gerne vil Se så dybt at jeg forsvinder Og selvom kærlighed gør blind Ska' de bore sig derind Hvor det er din sjæl de finder Kom nu Læg din varme kind Ind til min Og la' mig hviske Jeg er din Lidt endnu Læg din varme kind Ind til min Du finder hva' du vil lige her Og du skal ikke vente mer' Dine øjne de skal se Se på det de gerne vil Se så dybt at du forsvinder Og selvom kærlighed gør blind Ska' de bore sig derind Hvor det er min sjæl de finder Alt afhænger af øjnene der ser Og du skal ikke lukke dem mer'

Ansigt, øjne og et smil som ingen så Ikke mer at gøre, intet nyt at høre Ingen smukke ord som ikk forlængst var blevet sagt Tusind gange bedre før Håbet - drømmen - gemt i et brændende blik Måske jeg virklig så, alt det (som) jeg vented på Et glimt, et kort sekund, som ingen troede var begyndt Før tiden pludselig skulle gå ... Så sig mig hvor jeg skal lede Sig mig hvor langt jeg skal gå Og jeg skal sige hvis jeg finder Indtil dig igen Lyset, natten - et ansigt ude af sig selv Som du altid sagde: ta hva du vil ha Det du ikk ka bruge, det du ikk kan fange ind Vender aldrig mer tilbage Så sig mig hvor jeg skal lede Sig mig hvor langt jeg skal gå Og jeg skal sige hvis jeg finder Indtil dig igen... Så sig mig hvor jeg skal lede Sig mig hvor langt jeg skal gå Og jeg skal sige hvis jeg finder Indtil dig igen