Time

I have been listening to only three songs on Royal Gala 2 since Monday. They are in my On The Go 3 playlist and constantly on repeat all mode.

The first song I talked about in an earlier entry.
The second is a classic by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds: As I Sat Sadly By Her Side.
And the last is a cover of a classic also by Nick Cave and gang: Let It Be. Which of course is by The Beatles.

All these songs make more sense than ever. Especially Let It Be. There will be an answer. Indeed. The Beatles had a sense of their biblical knowledge I guess. Between Annunciation to my present stage of facing up to reality, there aren't any more wiser words of wisdom than let it be, there will be an answer, let it be.

Listening to more of Tori Amos' voice led me to more goodies from her album of covers which included this gem:
Time (originally by Tom Waits, who has a song called Singapore - stereotypical idea of the ex(r)otic far east)

The smart money's on Harlow
And the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws

You're east of East St. Louis
And the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round
of applause

Napoleon is weeping in the carnival saloon
His invisible fiance is in the mirror

The band is going home
It's raining hammers,
it's raining nails

It's true, there's nothing left for him down here

And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
That you love

And it's Time Time Time

Well they all pretend they're orphans
And their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away

And the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget that
History puts a saint in every dream

Well she said she'd stick around
Until the bandages came off
But these mamas boys just don't know when to quit

And Matilda asks the sailors are those dreams
Or are those prayers
So just close your eyes, son
And this won't hurt a bit

And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time

That you love

And it's Time Time Time

Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars
And splash into the streets
And when she's on a roll she pulls a razor
From her boot and a thousand
Pigeons fall around her feet

So put a candle in the window
And a kiss upon his lips

As the dish outside the window fills with rain

Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off till I come back again

And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time

That you love

And
it's
Time
Time
Time

Time that you love.....