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Released: 2008 Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings V
1 1492
2 Hanging Tree
3 Los Angeles
4 Sundays
5 Insignificant
6 Cowboys
7 Washington Square
8 On Almost Any Sunday Morning
9 When I Dream of Michaelangelo
10 Anyone But You
11 You Can't Count on Me
12 Le Ballet d'Or
13 On a Tuesday in Amsterdam Long Ago
14 Come Around
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Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings - (2008)



 1492 Next Song - Hanging Tree


I'm a Russian Jew American
Impersonating African Jamaican What I want to be is an Indian
I'm gonna be a cowboy in the end
I guess I bought a gun
Because it impresses all the little girls I see
And then they all wanna sleep with me

Oh where did we disappear
Into the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end
Where these people who impersonate our friends
Say come again, come again, come again
Into the dark Italian underground
With disco lights and disco sounds and skinny
Girls who drink champagne
Then they take me on their knees again,
And pull me up and out the door

Past railway cars and tranny-whores
And mornings spreading out across the feathered thighs of angels
Oh were did we disappear to
The silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end
Where they try to push you out to keep you in
And say Come again, come again, come again...

In fourteen hundred nintey two Columbus sailed the ocean blue
In fourteen hundred nintey three he came home across the deep blue sea
In fourteen hundred nintey four he did it with the girl next door
In fourteen hundred nintey five he barely made it out alive
In nineteen hundred sixty four these sailors left me at the door
In nineteen hundred seventy some people got their hands on me

Now I am the king of everything
I am the king of nothing now
I am the king of everything
I am the king of nothing

Oh where did we disappear
To the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end Where these people
Who impersonate our friends Say come again come again come
Come again Oh where did we disappear

To the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end
When they try to push you out to get you in
And all these people who impersonate our friends
Say come again come again come
Come again come again come again

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