The Piano Makes Us Lovers
from ...Loves You by The Black Maria Memorial Fund
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lyrics
Tea towels
snow globes
light-up Louvres
awnings reaching from the roofs
a web to catch the flies from the bateaux mouches
but don’t we all just long to be caught in truth
like Sylvie
walking there
wrapped up in the jacket of her Baudelaire
who stops
pushes back his hair
lighting up his dinner as they turn to quit the square
They take the Metro to Abbesses
he pulls a notebook from his vest
the front page shows the number of a bar
at her request he reads the wine list like a will
divides estates
divides the bill
‘cos it’s clear that they’re just friends
yes it’s clear that they’re just friends until
the piano makes them lovers
in the ring of the arpeggio
it’s the young player’s half-cut hands vs Cupid’s old and rusty 88 string bow
The sky’s a tiger
a lantern in its jaws
I track it down Montmartre
I'm earning its permission
to send you these clippings from its claws
The hammers strike a gypsy waltz
back up her 6/8 pulse
her major charm and his minor faults
merge in the sustain as the refrain exalts
and I wish
that she was you
and that I was he and were dancing too
to the keys
that unlock the rooms
in which we keep our angel-selves away from view
Metro to Abbesses
notebook from my vest
image of a bar
at your request I read the wine list like a will
divide estates
divide the bill
it’s clear that we’re just friends
‘Cos everybody here’s just friends until
the piano makes us them lovers
plugs them deep into the flow
of the sad joy and the desperate comfort
of knowing there are things that you will never know
Oh oh! You are a tiger!
Oh how your lantern roars!
I walk on beside you
you’re holding my heart in your
dramatic paws!
And the player punches out a final chord
as a poverty of poets stomp on the floor
and the streets are all but crying with the weight of the wine
in the dark a sacred heart is up there starting to chime
and I’m sending my piano to you sweetheart
I’m sending my piano to you sweetheart
I’m sending my piano to you sweetheart
one note at a time
snow globes
light-up Louvres
awnings reaching from the roofs
a web to catch the flies from the bateaux mouches
but don’t we all just long to be caught in truth
like Sylvie
walking there
wrapped up in the jacket of her Baudelaire
who stops
pushes back his hair
lighting up his dinner as they turn to quit the square
They take the Metro to Abbesses
he pulls a notebook from his vest
the front page shows the number of a bar
at her request he reads the wine list like a will
divides estates
divides the bill
‘cos it’s clear that they’re just friends
yes it’s clear that they’re just friends until
the piano makes them lovers
in the ring of the arpeggio
it’s the young player’s half-cut hands vs Cupid’s old and rusty 88 string bow
The sky’s a tiger
a lantern in its jaws
I track it down Montmartre
I'm earning its permission
to send you these clippings from its claws
The hammers strike a gypsy waltz
back up her 6/8 pulse
her major charm and his minor faults
merge in the sustain as the refrain exalts
and I wish
that she was you
and that I was he and were dancing too
to the keys
that unlock the rooms
in which we keep our angel-selves away from view
Metro to Abbesses
notebook from my vest
image of a bar
at your request I read the wine list like a will
divide estates
divide the bill
it’s clear that we’re just friends
‘Cos everybody here’s just friends until
the piano makes us them lovers
plugs them deep into the flow
of the sad joy and the desperate comfort
of knowing there are things that you will never know
Oh oh! You are a tiger!
Oh how your lantern roars!
I walk on beside you
you’re holding my heart in your
dramatic paws!
And the player punches out a final chord
as a poverty of poets stomp on the floor
and the streets are all but crying with the weight of the wine
in the dark a sacred heart is up there starting to chime
and I’m sending my piano to you sweetheart
I’m sending my piano to you sweetheart
I’m sending my piano to you sweetheart
one note at a time
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from ...Loves You,
released August 21, 2011
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