Song | The Prizefighter And The Heiress |
Artist | Johnny Flynn |
Album | Been Listening |
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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� | |
I’m a fortune telling concubine | |
I‘m a troubleshot saloon | |
You’re a welterweight companion | |
And your light is at the loom | |
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 | |
Got an owl 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 |
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 | |
I' m a fortune telling concubine | |
I' m a troubleshot saloon | |
You' re a welterweight companion | |
And your light is at the loom | |
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 starkstaring 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 | |
Got an owl 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 |
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 | |
I' m a fortune telling concubine | |
I' m a troubleshot saloon | |
You' re a welterweight companion | |
And your light is at the loom | |
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 starkstaring 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 | |
Got an owl 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 |