The Magazine lyrics

Instrumental

Polly and I went to the circus
Polly got hit with a rolling pin
We got even with the circus
We bought tickets but we didn't go in...

You won't like it here
When I first take you,
He's in the back doing his Father O'Riley for the cops.
But you'll like Woody
(He's hiding in the shed)
And we're going with him
I told my brother...
When the Police come
Don't say nothing

There are wounds that stir up the force of gravity
A cold that will wipe the hope from your eyes
Young girl standing underneath the "L" train
Standing there, watching the trains go by ...
You think that nobody knows where you are, girl
You think that nobody knows how this feels
Alone, in a world of your own
There you are girl
The small things float
To the top of gravity
Gravity

Homeboys
Calling from the corners
Station to station
For the magazine
But her pages are turning
Out the lights in the windows
And all that you're reading
Is the braille night

I can't come out
And play Paddy with
The Precinct boys no more
But you and me baby
We'll be lovers again
But she's walking to the A
Walking to the B
Walking to the C now,
Where are you going?

It must be love that whispers in my ear
It must be love that we keep trying to hear
Cuz I imagined this kind of vvonderful choice
I imagine you hear the very same voice
When I speak to you
You say "That's just my imagination"
Oh no, no, no
It Must Be Love
It Must Be Love

Perhaps one girl who was moving in a fine line
Finds one boy in back
That she can always stand behind

These stars
No one else can see
Trapeze the height of thee
Vanish as they call

These blues
No one else can hear
No one else can sing
This one for you
Can they, dear?

Things that you do are always with me
When you're laughing
You're always here
What's the use in crying?
It won't matter when we're old

This tear will
Finally fall
Keep your eyes here
When there's no net at all

Once I had a sweet love
Always followed me around
The way I treated my little lamb was like
The Marquis D. Sade and Her new clown

I guess I hurt him
I guess I hung up
I guess I should have called him back
I guess I didn't care
Maybe I left him there
Maybe a woman just acts like that

What's a matter?
Hey baby, baby
What's a matter?
Don't you want me?
What's a matter?

Instrumental

My baby's alvvays crying,
My baby wants to see me cry, too.

Chain on my heart is going to break

Cuz every tear that falls in here
Is a dime for the Juke Box Fury
So punch it in
Shake the chain
And listen to the song you're playing
Shake the chain, Shake the chain
At everything I do
Just enough
Everything I wanted to
Just enough
Everything I put you through
Just enough to know

I brought the Weird Beast here
From Van Nuys Blvd.
So I would not be without a man

When the Tartans reign
Flooded the
Empty streets of Paris...
And on one of these
Passing boats I thought
I saw the Weird Beast
Speaking in the
Russian tongue

Will he kill the Czar?
Will he kill the Czar?

Draw the Weird Beast
Everywhere you go.
Death speaks the foreign
Language we don't know.

There must be a golden frame
Coming to me
Cuz where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?

The very day when you first heard
Your heart beat
Listens for you still
So I think
it's not so much the painting
As what you give yourself
By what you leave

Your signature...

On Sundays the ladies
Took off their wiry, old hats and
Made donuts in the back of
The church. I can