Fool
Apartment in New York, London and Paris
Where will we rest, we're all living on top of it
It's all that we have the USA our daily bread
And no one is willing to share it
Why can't we see our fortunancy
Living as legends have lived?
Bane and dismannered
We coax all the time
Knowing that nothing is left when we die
Come along, fool
A direct hit to the sense you're disconnected
It's not that it's bad, it's not that it's death
It's just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent
Wanting to live and laugh all the time
Sitting alone with you tea and your crime
Children with kids and people with parents
Any which way there's no past and no present
When the day comes and all of them bums
Will reveal enchanting persons
Come along, fool
A direct hit to the sense you're disconnected
It's not that it's bad, it's not that it's death
It's just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent
When it's a rut and baby's no luck
Half of it's misunderstanding love
The war we have won we're winning again
Within ourselves and within our friends
Come along, fool
A direct hit to the sense you're disconnected
It's not that it's bad, it's not that it's death
It's just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent
Where will we rest, we're all living on top of it
It's all that we have the USA our daily bread
And no one is willing to share it
Why can't we see our fortunancy
Living as legends have lived?
Bane and dismannered
We coax all the time
Knowing that nothing is left when we die
Come along, fool
A direct hit to the sense you're disconnected
It's not that it's bad, it's not that it's death
It's just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent
Wanting to live and laugh all the time
Sitting alone with you tea and your crime
Children with kids and people with parents
Any which way there's no past and no present
When the day comes and all of them bums
Will reveal enchanting persons
Come along, fool
A direct hit to the sense you're disconnected
It's not that it's bad, it's not that it's death
It's just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent
When it's a rut and baby's no luck
Half of it's misunderstanding love
The war we have won we're winning again
Within ourselves and within our friends
Come along, fool
A direct hit to the sense you're disconnected
It's not that it's bad, it's not that it's death
It's just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent
Credits
Writer(s): Chan Marshall
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Cat Power Sings Dylan: The 1966 Royal Albert Hall Concert
- Mr. Tambourine Man / Like A Rolling Stone
- She Belongs To Me / Ballad Of A Thin Man
- You Got the Silver - Single
- Covers
- Unhate / I'll Be Seeing You
- Toop Toop (A Tribute to Zdar) - Single
- What the World Needs Now
- Wanderer
- Woman (feat. Lana Del Rey) [Single Version] - Single
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