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Saturn's Child
02:31
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Saturn’s child was I
With the world upon my shoulders
Like a Sisyphean boulder
Growing heavier as I got older
Saturn’s child was I
With a fulminating father
Worked himself into a lather
Telling me I should try harder
Too little fire and too much water
I’m the archetypal eldest daughter
Doing everything I can to please
Curry favour and appease
Saturn’s child am I
So I lack determination
I could represent my nation
When it comes to hesitation
Saturn’s child am I
Don’t you see my spirit’s broken
By the harsh words that were spoken
By a mouth that’s ever open
Can’t forget the lessons of the past
How I wish I could grow up at last
Learn to live without self-sacrifice
Tugging at my heartstrings, I’d think twice
Saturn's child am I
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2. |
Foreign Affairs
01:54
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Foreign affairs
It starts to snow
Sitting on the runway
Diplomatic bag packed
Ready to go
Wish I could stay with you
Foreign affairs
I hope you know
That when duty calls
I don’t have any choice
I have to go
I need to see this through
Breaking of relations
Is a step too far for me
With conciliation
Might avert catastrophe
Hope she will agree
You’ll have read my communiqué
She gave an ultimatum
That was why I couldn’t stay
I’ll always think of you
I’ll always think of you
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3. |
Madame X
02:09
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Madame X
Madame X
Though I’m not a great admirer of your sex
I appreciate your beauty
And accept that it’s my duty
To preserve it with my art
Madame X
Madame X
Madame X
I’ve learned by now that you were born to vex
You don’t turn up for sittings
Then you treat them like your fittings
And you posture and you preen
Madame X
When future generations see you
In your velvet gown
In that seductive pose
With your distinctive nose
They’ll never know the blood and sweat
Not to mention tears
That went into the painting
That’s the envy of my peers
Madame X
Madame X
If I knew how, I’d gladly put a hex
On you and all your kind
But instead I will remind you
You haven’t paid your bill
Madame X
You’ll appreciate I didn’t want your real name preserved
It’s more than you deserve
You wouldn’t have the nerve
To claim the face and figure I so skilfully portrayed
Belong to you, dear lady, when you never even paid
Madame X
Madame X
You ignore my calls and never sign your cheques
I don't care if I’ve upset you
I’m afraid I shan’t forget you
How I curse the day we met
Madame X
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4. |
I've Forgotten Him Now
02:23
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I’ve Forgotten Him Now
It’s been so many years
Of course I’ve moved on
I’m not the person I was
Those feelings have gone
That little pain
When I pictured his face
Is no longer there though
No-one’s taken his place
I’ve been filling my time
With new hobbies and friends
We go out on the town
When the evening ends
I always think how
Good it is to be free
No more tantrums and tears
Just my pillow and me
I’ve forgotten him now
And when I hear his name
My heart remains perfectly still
My pulse stays the same
He’s just one of the crowd
An ordinary joe
Nobody special
Someone I used to know
If I saw him today
If we met in the street
I’d have nothing to say
I’d just stare at my feet
He’d be able to tell
Though I’m not sure how
That my life has gone well
I’ve forgotten him now
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5. |
Goodbye To All That
02:41
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When I was ruler of the Huns
My armies swept the plains
Slashing swathes through virgins
And putting men in chains
We offered them no mercy
We cut our victims down
We galloped through their villages
And burned them to the ground
But goodbye to all that
I’m leaving this wicked world behind
I’m going to the country to a cottage by a stream
To cultivate my garden and my mind
Then I was a libertine in a French salon
I was a Casanova, a real-life Don Juan
I corrupted countless countesses, seduced a pretty nun
And gambled with my fortune
Till everything was gone
But goodbye to all that
I’m leaving this wicked world behind
I’m going to the country to a cottage by a stream
To cultivate my garden and my mind
Now I’m a Russian oligarch
I’m worth five hundred mil
I own a villa in Antibes and half of Notting Hill
I have an English football team, a private jet or two
A trophy wife, a mistress and an heir and spare to boot
But goodbye to all that
I’m leaving this wicked world behind
I’m going to the country to a cottage by a stream
To cultivate my garden and my mind
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