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One night in Paris

by Kenna & Cox

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1.
This big old house is as empty as a dried-up well But each room's got a story that she can tell Well I see your face, I hear your name You're dancing like a naked flame But the burnt-out stones in your fireplace are cold. I go walking through your body like a dream I see everything the way it used to be It's all over now that you have gone There's nothing but an empty home And a lifetime full of faded memories. Broken windows and dust on the shelf are just tiny little pieces of myself You're better off now to turn and walk away. Now the roses in your garden are all gone And the mailbox is standing all alone. There's no letters now, or telephone calls, No laughter in between these walls. This big old house is sleeping all alone. Yes this big old house is sleeping all alone.
2.
Undercover man for the CIA Goes to work for another day Phone-tap conversation tuning in Better be careful what I say There's a strange man walking down the end of my street A strange man sitting on a park bench seat Swapping newspapers in a market square Gotta stay cool, gotta be discreet. Somebody's watching you
3.
Someone call the doctor - I think I'm gonna die. Someone call my mama and tell her not to cry. Someone get my baby and tell her what went wrong. Someone tell the people I won't be gone too long. Don't forget to see me when they won't let me come home; Don't forget to write me or call me on the phone; Anything to break the boredom of being on my own; Someone tell the people I won't be gone too long. If you see me crying they're not just tears of pain; and if you hear me laughing I only laugh to hide the shame. I've thrown away the needle - I don't need it any more. Someone tell the people I won't be gone too long.
4.
The cowboy 02:50
My mama was a prostitute she worked on Fitzroy St I stood watch on the corner in my youth. She named me Johnny Harris, but the boys all called me "Cowboy", the real name of my dad I never knew. I was born in a brothel with no need for a doctor No christening or paperwork for me Never learned to read or write but I sure as hell knew how to fight And I could go for days without a feed. Give me a twenty-one gun salute Throw my ashes in the pool And sing the "Sea of Heartbreak" as I go. Well my mother died when I was a lad She was the only family that I ever had She did the best she could to make me strong But I fell into a life of crime and trouble with two friends of mine We stood side by side when things went wrong. One day in a battle I got cut up with a bottle I lay dying in the arms of Chopper Read I rode off into the sunset with a smile on my face Thinking two good friends is all you ever need. Yes, two good friends is all you ever need. Give me a twenty-gun salute...
5.
Dripping water, ticking time Slowly start to lose your mind Not quite sure what's going on Can't remember right from wrong. Someone's playing with the deck I'm just another nervous wreck What's that sound? It's time to shut the motor down. A big black cloud is moving slow today Will it ever go away? Oh no Big black cloud. Who the hell is pushing you when you don't know what to do Make a choice, take a side Welcome aboard enjoy the ride. A big black cloud is moving slow today Will it ever go away? Oh no Big black cloud. Start the engine in your feet There's a madman on the street The box outside your door The man inside has nothing more Stop the clock, I wanna leave This world's a joke you can't believe Stop the clock, I wanna fly, A time to live, a time to die. A big black cloud is moving slow today Will it ever go away? Oh no Big black cloud. Oh oh oh... big black cloud... Think I'm gonna sleep now... big black cloud... Yes I think I'm gonna sleep now... big black cloud...
6.
Well they locked me up in Auckland for some stupid fucking crime. Took my photograph and fingerprints and they made me walk the line. I was the only white man in a prison cell full of black warriors from hell and their boss sat in the corner we caught eyes from time to time. Well I had been inside before but it was nothing quite like this - they jailed me once in Queensland just for drinking too much piss. But this time it seemed just like a dream as if I was not really there, and those coppers did not like me cause I did not even care. Well I told the judge the truth; he did not believe a word I said, so he fined me for my breakfast and he fined me for my bed. Well some woman I had never seen before she stood up and called my name. She said "Judge, this man is innocent, won't you let him come home with me." All those lawyers in the front row they laughed among themselves; Well I wished to Christ I had a gun, I would have blown them all away. Well I told the judge...
7.
Far away 04:45
Time is like an aeroplane flying way up in the sky, Peeping out your window, watch the world go passing by. Well you close your eyes and fall asleep, and listen to the wind, Wake up from another dream as you touch down again. Will I stay, yes or no? Will I stay or will I go Far away, far away. Oh, we go walking hand in hand down some dirty avenue Look at all these crazy people staring back at you. Why is everyone so lonely, why is everyone so cold? All these people seem to fall apart as they slowly get old. Will I stay... Time is like an aeroplane... Will I stay...
8.
Pretty young thing walking down the street Looking for a table at a place to eat You turn around and take another peek over your shoulder. Worn out streets in this worn out town like the worn out shoes on a worn out clown Finally work out what's going down as you get older. All those people talking loud they got nothing to say, They're going nowhere. All those promises made on this passing parade; how did we end up here? There's an old dog sitting in an old cafe the same old thing he does every day, every now and then he's got something to say to a stranger. No love lost on this dirty street, just a broken heart with a broken beat. It's a dirty old road that's full of danger. All those people... The boys ride past on their motor bike They're making so much noise on a cold dark night You can hear them riding in and out of sight into the silence,
9.
The caravan 02:02
The caravan is on the road Help me with my heavy load There's always one more town you've got to play. Pack it up and shut it down Move it on to another town Far, far away. Same old show every night Lately it ain't feeling right It seems like this job is gonna put me in my grave. Security has locked the door They won't let me play any more and there's an old black man sweeping up the floor just like yesterday.
10.
Sail away 04:14
All the ships in the harbour All the vessels line the shore They're leaving here tomorrow and they won't be back no more Sail away, sail away. Far across holy water far across that endless sea there'll be no more stormy weather Just to come and peaceful dream Sail away, sail away; sail away, sail away. Light a candle in the chapel raise you head up to the sky When we sail early tomorrow we will say our last goodbye. Sail away, sail away; sail away, sail away. Close your eyes and sail away.

credits

released April 5, 2012

Chris Kenna - guitar, vocals
Melissa Cox - violin, backing vocals

with special guest (track 2):
Joe Blaster - percussion on a small wooden stool

Recorded live at the Bizart Café, Paris, 29th March 2012. (Thanks Jeff and Gilles!)

All songs by Chris Kenna.
Recorded and produced by Kenna & Cox.
Mastered at Madatao Mastering, Paris.
Cover layout by Melissa Cox.
Cover photo by Daryl Visscher.

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Kenna & Cox Paris, France

A chance encounter in a Paris bar in 2008 launched a serendipitous collaboration between two Australian musicians: Chris Kenna and Melissa Cox ("he with the voice and soul to raise the dead and she with the melody to make them glad to be alive"). Together, Kenna and Cox have played at festivals around Europe, including in the Netherlands and Ireland, and supported Alabama 3 at Tripod in Dublin. ... more

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