Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands (Take 1, Complete)
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โฑ๏ธ 10:06 duration
๐ ID: 5572635
๐ Lyrics
With your mercury eyes in the months decline
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like the chimes
Oh, who among them could think he could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place out on the grass
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass
Oh, who among them could think he could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the prophet say that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them at the gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, must I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them could hope to outguess you?
With your silhouette in the sunlight dims
Into your eyes like meres where the moonlight swims
And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them at your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are all waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And wouldn't you know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames and your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the prophet say that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Say, should I leave them at your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Now the farmers and the businessmen, they did decide
To show you all the dead angels that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
Or how could they ever have persuaded you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Say, should I leave them at your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, must I wait?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine-husband who one day had to go
And with your gentleness now, which just can't help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Oh, now with your thief you stand on his parole
With your holy medallion and your fingers now that fold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
How could any of them destroy you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet say that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them at your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like the chimes
Oh, who among them could think he could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place out on the grass
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass
Oh, who among them could think he could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the prophet say that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them at the gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, must I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them could hope to outguess you?
With your silhouette in the sunlight dims
Into your eyes like meres where the moonlight swims
And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them at your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are all waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And wouldn't you know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames and your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the prophet say that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Say, should I leave them at your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Now the farmers and the businessmen, they did decide
To show you all the dead angels that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
Or how could they ever have persuaded you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Say, should I leave them at your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, must I wait?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine-husband who one day had to go
And with your gentleness now, which just can't help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Oh, now with your thief you stand on his parole
With your holy medallion and your fingers now that fold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
How could any of them destroy you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet say that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them at your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:17.16] With your mercury eyes in the months decline
[00:26.50] And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
[00:35.20] And your silver cross, and your voice like the chimes
[00:43.76] Oh, who among them could think he could bury you?
[00:52.49] With your pockets well protected at last
[01:01.50] And your streetcar visions which you place out on the grass
[01:10.06] And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass
[01:18.34] Oh, who among them could think he could carry you?
[01:27.44] Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[01:36.54] Where the prophet say that no man comes
[01:45.74] My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[01:57.18] Should I leave them at the gate
[02:05.24] Or, sad-eyed lady, must I wait?
[02:12.15]
[02:17.51] With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
[02:27.28] And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
[02:35.63] And your basement clothes and your hollow face
[02:43.72] Who among them could hope to outguess you?
[02:52.54] With your silhouette in the sunlight dims
[03:01.87] Into your eyes like meres where the moonlight swims
[03:10.37] And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
[03:18.59] Who among them would try to impress you?
[03:26.79] Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[03:35.63] Where the prophet says that no man comes
[03:44.73] My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[03:56.98] Should I leave them at your gate
[04:04.49] Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[04:12.50] Oh, the kings of Tyrus with their convict list
[04:21.90] Are all waiting in line for their geranium kiss
[04:30.07] And wouldn't you know it would happen like this
[04:38.34] But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
[04:46.17] With your childhood flames and your midnight rug
[04:54.92] And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs
[05:03.95] And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
[05:11.65] Who among them do you think could resist you?
[05:20.69] Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[05:29.57] Where the prophet say that no man comes
[05:36.97] My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[05:50.07] Say, should I leave them at your gate
[05:58.26] Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[06:06.32] Now the farmers and the businessmen, they did decide
[06:15.32] To show you all the dead angels that they used to hide
[06:24.45] But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
[06:32.54] Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
[06:40.88] They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
[06:49.05] But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
[06:57.59] And the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
[07:05.43] Or how could they ever have persuaded you?
[07:14.18] Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[07:23.13] Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
[07:31.88] My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[07:45.66] Say, should I leave them at your gate
[07:51.03] Or, sad-eyed lady, must I wait?
[07:59.17] With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
[08:07.77] And your magazine-husband who one day had to go
[08:15.66] And with your gentleness now, which just can't help but show
[08:24.26] Who among them do you think would employ you?
[08:32.67] Oh, now with your thief you stand on his parole
[08:41.86] With your holy medallion and your fingers now that fold
[08:49.47] And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
[08:57.23] How could any of them destroy you?
[09:05.99] Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[09:14.13] Where the sad-eyed prophet say that no man comes
[09:24.06] My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[09:35.34] Should I leave them at your gate
[09:41.49] Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[09:49.64]
[00:26.50] And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
[00:35.20] And your silver cross, and your voice like the chimes
[00:43.76] Oh, who among them could think he could bury you?
[00:52.49] With your pockets well protected at last
[01:01.50] And your streetcar visions which you place out on the grass
[01:10.06] And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass
[01:18.34] Oh, who among them could think he could carry you?
[01:27.44] Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[01:36.54] Where the prophet say that no man comes
[01:45.74] My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[01:57.18] Should I leave them at the gate
[02:05.24] Or, sad-eyed lady, must I wait?
[02:12.15]
[02:17.51] With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
[02:27.28] And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
[02:35.63] And your basement clothes and your hollow face
[02:43.72] Who among them could hope to outguess you?
[02:52.54] With your silhouette in the sunlight dims
[03:01.87] Into your eyes like meres where the moonlight swims
[03:10.37] And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
[03:18.59] Who among them would try to impress you?
[03:26.79] Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[03:35.63] Where the prophet says that no man comes
[03:44.73] My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[03:56.98] Should I leave them at your gate
[04:04.49] Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[04:12.50] Oh, the kings of Tyrus with their convict list
[04:21.90] Are all waiting in line for their geranium kiss
[04:30.07] And wouldn't you know it would happen like this
[04:38.34] But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
[04:46.17] With your childhood flames and your midnight rug
[04:54.92] And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs
[05:03.95] And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
[05:11.65] Who among them do you think could resist you?
[05:20.69] Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[05:29.57] Where the prophet say that no man comes
[05:36.97] My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[05:50.07] Say, should I leave them at your gate
[05:58.26] Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[06:06.32] Now the farmers and the businessmen, they did decide
[06:15.32] To show you all the dead angels that they used to hide
[06:24.45] But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
[06:32.54] Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
[06:40.88] They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
[06:49.05] But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
[06:57.59] And the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
[07:05.43] Or how could they ever have persuaded you?
[07:14.18] Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[07:23.13] Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
[07:31.88] My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[07:45.66] Say, should I leave them at your gate
[07:51.03] Or, sad-eyed lady, must I wait?
[07:59.17] With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
[08:07.77] And your magazine-husband who one day had to go
[08:15.66] And with your gentleness now, which just can't help but show
[08:24.26] Who among them do you think would employ you?
[08:32.67] Oh, now with your thief you stand on his parole
[08:41.86] With your holy medallion and your fingers now that fold
[08:49.47] And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
[08:57.23] How could any of them destroy you?
[09:05.99] Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[09:14.13] Where the sad-eyed prophet say that no man comes
[09:24.06] My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[09:35.34] Should I leave them at your gate
[09:41.49] Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[09:49.64]