Tenement Symphony

And if one day i should become
A singer with a spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from a coffee bar
Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you
My name would be antonio
And all my bridges i would burn
And when i gave them some they'd know
I'd expect something in return
I'd have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmother
That might be decked out like a christmas tree
And no pink elephant i'd see
Though i'd be drunk as i could be
Still i would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "jacky"

If i could be for only an hour
If i could be for an hour every day
If i could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

And if i joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then i could have my own bordellos
My record would be number one
And i'd sell records by the ton
All sung by many other fellows
My name would then be handsome jack
And i'd sell boats of opium
Whisky that came from twickenham
Authentic queens
And phoney virgins
I'd have a bank on every finger
A finger in every country
And every country ruled by me
I'd still know where i'd want to be
Locked up inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that i sang then
About the time they called me "jacky"

If i could be for only an hour
If i could be for an hour every day
If i could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice
That if one day in paradise
I'd sing for all the ladies up there
And they would sing along with me
And we be so happy there to be
'cos down below is really nowhere
My name would then be "jupiter"
Then i would know where i was going
Become all knowing
My beard so very long and flowing
If i could play deaf, dumb and blind
Because i pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I know that every single night
When my angelic work was through
The angels and the devil too
Could sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me "jacky"

If i could be for only an hour
If i could be for an hour every day
If i could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

Heaven is here
Each night when i should be asleep
I put on my coat
And i walk the streets
I spend these hours
Escaping from my dreams
Afraid of what i might see
Fear has no beginning no end
So i spend all my time
With you on my mind
I see visions of you
All my dreams coming true
And i fall to my knees at your beauty

My hand over my heart
A heart that's filled with love
A love that can lift the soul
Divine worship forever amen

There are times spent in despair
That you won't believe me
So many times i've tried to tell you
But my courage deceives me
You have my whole world under your heel
No words on this earth
Can convey the way i feel
Heaven is here
Where i once feared to be

And i fall to my knees
At your beauty
My hand over my heart
A heart that's filled with love
A love that can lift the soul
Divine worship
Forever amen

I fall to my knees
I fall to my knees
You lift up my heart
You lift up my heart
Nothing so fine
Nothing so sure
As i'm gazing in awe
At your beauty
My hand over my heart
A heart that's filled with love
A love that can lift the soul
Divine worship forever amen

And late each night
As i walk the streets
I pray for the day
I lay my heart at your feet
You lift up my heart
You lift up my heart
You lift up my heart
With your love

A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside it's long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child's face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylight's brightness shuns

The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost run

Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smother the air
But withering they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is gone

The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost run

Pearly where's your milk white skin
What's that stubble on your chin
It's buried in the rot gut gin
You played and lost not won
You played a house that can't be beat
Now look your head's bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run

The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost run
The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost run
The race is almost run

A tenement, a dirty street
Remember worn and shoeless feet
Remember how you stood to beat
The way your life had gone
So pearly don't you shed more tears
For those best forgotten years
Those tenements are memories
Of where you've risen from

The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost won

Sometimes we touch
Sometimes we kiss
Sometimes we just look
In spiritual bliss
In warmth or heat
In sound or vision
We like to come
To some decision
Under the moon
In the dark
Down in the street
In the park
In threat of law
In sweat of fear
I'd risk it all
To have you near

I've never seen your face
But i'm longing for the time
When we don't have to hide
Anymore

We'd swap phone numbers
But we'd never call
Of real excuses
We've none at all

Though good intentions
Are on our mind
We may not like
What we might find
We hold emotion
Well in check
No words of love
Just words of sex
So much to say
So much held back
We don't surrender
We just attack

I've never seen your face
But i'm longing for the time
When we don't have to hide
Anymore

Light the candle
Burn a fuse
It's now or never
Win or lose
To have and hold
To give and take
Through thick or thin
Make or break

I've never seen your face
But i'm longing for the time
When we don't have to hide
Anymore
Anymore

Love
Is a beautiful brutal thing
It sings at night like the wind
It stings your heart like a whip
It rocks your soul like a ship
And love
Is a beautiful brutal thing
It can mean everything
Or nothing at all
Such a feeling can make you tall
Or as small as a distant star
It's the cushion to break your fall
Love triumphs over all

Love
Is a beautiful brutal thing
And it gives the sweetest of pain
It wakes your spirit and then
You feel like living again
And rain

Falls when you think the sun
Has just begun
To shine above
And love
Is mysterious as it's old
It's the secret you've never told
It's the tears of sorrow and joy
For that girl or that boy
It makes you feel
It makes you feel
It makes you feel
A beautiful brutal thing

And love
Is a beautiful brutal thing
It can mean everything
Or nothing at all
Such a feeling could make you tall
Or as small as a distant star
It's the cushion to break your fall
Love triumphs over all
It makes you feel
A beautiful brutal thing
Love