Work Not Play

Album cover art for "Work Not Play" by The Jim Carroll Band

The Jim Carroll Band - Pop

Work Not Play

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The bell rings . . It's a decade past my decadence My beast wears rings and he's waiting In the shadows of my hesitations, my silent Hesitations . . . Each image is so clear; It seems I have no hands The gestures of the air confuse all my demands And the beast hears the bell; he comes Out of the shadows. He rips apart the shadows . . And he says: "This is work and not play" And he says: "There's always more than one way . . This is work not play" Refrain: I see the ghosts of my childhood . . Dressed in blue, they trail me in the night They drive these cars with real upholstery They trail me until . . . here comes the night She was standing, standing on the balcony Her black, black eyes folded over her eyelids Like sheets on motel beds . . She must be eatin' reds This place is filled with mirrors It echoes what she said And she said: "I need a judgment day" And she said: "I know there's more than one way But I want my judgment day . . ." Repeat Refrain To sleep without dreams So distant from the mirror Imitating clarity, disguising All the terror . . . I heard a thousand bells From a thousand old cathedrals They rang . . . I haven't heard them since A decade past my decadence The beast hears the bell I'm cursed to be a singer A singer of the flames A thinker of a fire And a son without a name

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  • Jim Carroll