ANDY FLEET
At The Bottom OF The Pool
At The Bottom OF The Pool
ANDY FLEET
Genya
Genya
STRANGE MOON
A Room To The Tracks
A Room To The Tracks
STRANGE MOON
My Little Acolyte
My Little Acolyte
At The Bottom Of The Pool
People danced at the bottom of the pool
Their hotel stood on the sea like a fool
The pool was full of cool water
while the rain of ashes fell
but there was no one to tell
On the other side of the bay
the fires were dying out
And deserts came to stay
On my burnt lips the taste of sand
Then somewhere the sound of a band
Playing tunes I cannot stand
Chorus
What a desert world this is
What an underwater world
I drink your hot whiskey down
To all my friends down there … down there
But there was no waiter left no one at all
and every-thing looked plain, strange and small
So I took the best shot from the bar
and it was still hot from the fire
like an old desire
Chorus
What a desert world this is
What an underwater world
I drink your hot whiskey down
To all my friends down there … down there
To all my friends down there … down there
Chorus
What a desert world this is
What an underwater world
I drink your hot whiskey down
To all my friends down there, down there
I drink your hot whiskey down
To all my friends down there, down there
To all my friends down there, down there
People danced at the bottom of the pool
Their hotel stood on the sea like a fool
The pool was full of cool water
while the rain of ashes fell
but there was no one to tell
On the other side of the bay
the fires were dying out
And deserts came to stay
On my burnt lips the taste of sand
Then somewhere the sound of a band
Playing tunes I cannot stand
Chorus
What a desert world this is
What an underwater world
I drink your hot whiskey down
To all my friends down there … down there
But there was no waiter left no one at all
and every-thing looked plain, strange and small
So I took the best shot from the bar
and it was still hot from the fire
like an old desire
Chorus
What a desert world this is
What an underwater world
I drink your hot whiskey down
To all my friends down there … down there
To all my friends down there … down there
Chorus
What a desert world this is
What an underwater world
I drink your hot whiskey down
To all my friends down there, down there
I drink your hot whiskey down
To all my friends down there, down there
To all my friends down there, down there
Genya
[ Extended Version ]
You work all night
in a dark first floor bar
for immigrants
and hard drinking lads
in shiny pants
Through wisps of smoke
you serve wodka
a salty spawn
all night till you
walk home at dawn
From the 17th arondissement
(you choose) your way
down the Seine
on that beautiful day
It was the time I somehow lost
my usual shame
I smiled and asked
you what's your name
In love affairs you always had
"Un nome de guerre"
when you told me that
your name was Claire
But this morning you said it's time
for me to hear
your real name
lips to my ear
Oh, Genya
Now you sleep through the day
your skin so frail
I watch your dreams
that start to sail
Oh, Genya, oh, Genya
[ Extended Version ]
You work all night
in a dark first floor bar
for immigrants
and hard drinking lads
in shiny pants
Through wisps of smoke
you serve wodka
a salty spawn
all night till you
walk home at dawn
From the 17th arondissement
(you choose) your way
down the Seine
on that beautiful day
It was the time I somehow lost
my usual shame
I smiled and asked
you what's your name
In love affairs you always had
"Un nome de guerre"
when you told me that
your name was Claire
But this morning you said it's time
for me to hear
your real name
lips to my ear
Oh, Genya
Now you sleep through the day
your skin so frail
I watch your dreams
that start to sail
Oh, Genya, oh, Genya
A Room To The Tracks
The fairhaired girl climbs into a tree
The pale boy dreams to change his sex
and a couple lives the grand depression
of freaks, forever young and wrecks
The kitchen window opens to the tracks
the sun falls slowly through the dusk
The music of a passing train fades away
and the city smells of musk
Upstairs an old man plays the lout
and he is singing with a trembling voice
he is the fisher who fished the last fish
he plays his last song, take a choice
The summer won't let you sleep
around the eyes there're tears or sweat
and in the mirror you look like a devil
let's see what a beauty sunday's met
In the garden there is standing a tent
with his cold mother curled inside
His father, with a cigarette holder
walks away, leaves the door open wide
Yes, sunday, he does what's to be done
a drink to forget what he has done
and he cannot remember why
he never talked to his only son
Chorus
The pale skin has gotten older
but he's still the best dancer at the show
May be you can see him better now
watch him smile - and his last bow
The fairhaired girl climbs into a tree
The pale boy dreams to change his sex
and a couple lives the grand depression
of freaks, forever young and wrecks
The kitchen window opens to the tracks
the sun falls slowly through the dusk
The music of a passing train fades away
and the city smells of musk
Upstairs an old man plays the lout
and he is singing with a trembling voice
he is the fisher who fished the last fish
he plays his last song, take a choice
The summer won't let you sleep
around the eyes there're tears or sweat
and in the mirror you look like a devil
let's see what a beauty sunday's met
In the garden there is standing a tent
with his cold mother curled inside
His father, with a cigarette holder
walks away, leaves the door open wide
Yes, sunday, he does what's to be done
a drink to forget what he has done
and he cannot remember why
he never talked to his only son
Chorus
The pale skin has gotten older
but he's still the best dancer at the show
May be you can see him better now
watch him smile - and his last bow
My Little Acolyte
My little Acolyte
why do you feel so tight?
Why do you come to me
when you know that you are
such a horrible sight?
You know, with that black hood
you're looking like a fool
No, I'm not in the mood
to listen what you learnt
today at sunday school
That priest is really strange
Don't show me what he played
don't tell me what he sayed
The funny things he does
really're out of my range
What a sad flower
you bring to me tonight
It looks so dead and dried
it really seems no use
to give it a shower
In your short life you took
already so much pain
you fought and fought in vain
There's nothing you can share
except your little book
My scion of sadness
you love my madness
Doesn't mean I am a saint
or that I knew a way
(that) gets you out of that mess
gets you out of that mass
My little Acolyte
why do you feel so tight?
Why do you come to me
when you know that you are
such a horrible sight?
You know, with that black hood
you're looking like a fool
No, I'm not in the mood
to listen what you learnt
today at sunday school
That priest is really strange
Don't show me what he played
don't tell me what he sayed
The funny things he does
really're out of my range
What a sad flower
you bring to me tonight
It looks so dead and dried
it really seems no use
to give it a shower
In your short life you took
already so much pain
you fought and fought in vain
There's nothing you can share
except your little book
My scion of sadness
you love my madness
Doesn't mean I am a saint
or that I knew a way
(that) gets you out of that mess
gets you out of that mass
