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Johnny Flynn

The Prizefighter And The Heiress

 

The Prizefighter And The Heiress

(album: Been Listening - 2010)


The prizefighter and the heiress, both talented in their way
Both fighting for inheritance, both entitled to their day
Said the fella, "I've thrown my gloves and loosed my shoes
Come join me in the ring, my friend, quit these lonesome

Blues
Quit my lonesome blues"...

The lady thought the longest while, and bathed the time in light
She came to the conclusion that he hadn't won the fight
"Put your gloves back on," she says, "And steady with your pride
You've dealt the eldest hand, my love, but that part of me

Has died
That part of me has died"...

I'm a fortune-telling concubine, I'm a troubleshot saloon
You're a welterweight companion and you're light as a balloon
I'd rather chase my options now and place you in the past
The future's not yet written, though the die behind me

Is cast
The die behind me is cast...

I don't know anything about you, but I'm sure
That the doors of perception are true in their ways
In the face of it all, in the stark-staring face of it...

If you ask me where I'm going, I'll tell you where I've been
'Cept you don't remember yesterday and I don't remember
Anything...

Journey me west or journey me south
Said, "Please, put me down where my heart
Meets my mouth, meets my mouth..."

End of the requiem, end of the fight
End of the struggles at the end
Of the night...

Stop where you laugh and look where you walk
Manage your head as you lighten
Your talk...

Solace made bones and they're chanting for air
Sucking from mead in the coast of Rosslare
Of Rosslare...

End of the requiem, end of the fight
End of the struggles at the end
Of the night...

Me and my dream as me and my girl
Have more than a thousand square miles
To twirl...

The earth loves her children, look and don't break your stride
Keep watching forward, girl, and I'll
Watch my pride, watch my pride...

Thanks for the dark, thanks for the light
Thanks for my guide at the end
Of the night...

End of the requiem, end of the fight
End of the struggles at the end
At the end, at the end
Of the night...

done

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