where the wild roses grow

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day


From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped the tears that ran down my face

CHORUS

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?'

On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I layed on the bed
He said, 'If I show you the roses will you follow?'

CHORUS

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die'
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

my hair looks fierce!

I don't know much about clothes,
but my hair looks fierce!
I don't know much about clothes,
but my hair looks fierce!
I don't know much about clothes,
but my hair looks fierce!
I don't know much about clothes,
but my hair looks fierce!

I don't know much about - much about - much about - much about - much about clothes and things
I just talk about - talk about - talk about - talkin to my friends when my cell phone rings
I don't care about this that - this that - this that - the other, what you talkin about?
I just show up - all done up - dance - do my thing - get paid and i'm out!

I don't know much about clothes, but my hair looks fierce!
I don't know much about clothes, but my hair looks fierce!
I don't know much about clothes, but my hair looks fierce!
I don't know much about clothes, but my hair looks fierce!

When you talk all i hear is wasay blah blah - wasay blah blah blah - take me to my car!
Got a 50 foot stretch limousine - color creme - jocelyn wildenstein at my minibar.
I got friends in high places with plastic faces - boys in braces wanna change their races.
I can't stop - cuz i wont stop - the party starts as soon as my dress drops!

I don't know much about clothes, but my hair looks fierce!
I don't know much about clothes, but my hair looks fierce!
I don't know much about clothes, but my hair looks fierce!
I don't know much about clothes, but my hair looks fierce!

The Current

Goin' down.

Goin' down.

Down where my breath is the only sound.

Goin' down.

Goin' down.

Goin' down.

Don't look for me now, I'm not around, all day long I'm underground.

I've been thinkin' about the future.

I've been waitin' for the day.

Let the current carry me, far away.

Let the current carry me away

Current flows, I don't know where it goes.

I don't care, I just get it there.

Took this job, 'cus I needed one.

'bout seven years, since I've seen the sun, all day long, I'm underground.

I've been thinkin' about the future.

I've been waitin' for the day.

Let the current carry me, far away.

Let the current carry me away.

I've been thinkin' about the future.

I hope someday, I'll get away.

But the current keeps bringin' me, back around.

Seems the only place for me is, underground.

So tomorrow when the sun comes up, I'll be goin' down.

Goin' down. Goin' down.

The Lady of Shalott

On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lilly bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
The curse is come upon me, cried
The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.