Farewell, Angelina - Studio Outtake - 1965

Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown
 I've been stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound
 The triangle tingles, the music plays slow
 But farewell Angelina, the night is on fire and I must go
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 There is no use in talking and there's no need for blame
 There is nothing to prove, everything still is the same
 A table stands empty by the edge of the stream
 But farewell Angelina, the sky is changing colors and I must leave
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 The jacks and the queens, they forsake the courtyard
 52 gypsies now file past the guard
 In the space where the deuce and the ace once ran wild
 Farewell Angelina, the sky is folding, I'll see you after a while
 See the cross eyed pirates sit perched in the sun
 Shooting tin cans with a sawed off shot gun
 And the corporals and the neighbors clap and cheer with each blast
 But farewell Angelina, the sky is trembling and I must leave fast
 King Kong, little elves and the roof-tops they dance
 Valentino-type tangos while the heroes clean hands
 Shut the eyes of the dead, not to embarrass anyone
 Farewell Angelina, the sky is flooding over and I must be gone
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 The camouflaged parrot, he flutters from fear
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 When something he doesn't know about suddenly appears
 What cannot be imitated perfect must die
 Farewell Angelina, the sky is flooding over and I must go where it is dry
 Machine guns are roaring, the puppets heave rocks
 At misunderstood visions and at the faces of clocks
 Call me any name you like, I will never deny it
 But farewell Angelina, the sky is erupting and I must go where it is quiet