29.10.11

LAIA FALCÓN canta Black Max de Bolcom

Laia Falcón canta Black Max



HE WAS ALWAYS DRESSED IN BLACK,

LONG BLACK JACKET,

BROAD BLACK HAT,

SOMETIMES A CAPE,

AND AS THIN,

AND AS THIN

AS RUBBER TAPE:

BLACK MAX.



HE WOULD RAISE

THAT BIG BLACK HAT

TO THE BIG SHOTS OF THE TOWN

WHO WOULD RAISE

THEIR HATS RIGHT BACK,

NEVER KNEW

THEY WERE BOWING TO

BLACK MAX.

I`M TALKING

ABOUT NIGHT IN ROTTERDAM

WHEN THE RIGHT NIGHT PEOPLE

OF ALL THE TOWN

WOULD FIND WHAT THEY COULD

IN THE NIGHT NEIGHBORHOOD

OF BLACK MAX.

THERE WERE WOMEN

IN THE WINDOWS

WITH BODIES FOR SALE

DRESSED IN CURLS

LIKE LITTLE GIRLS

IN LITTLE DOLL HOUSE JAILS.

WHEN THE WOMEN

WALKED THE STREET

WITH BEDS

UPON THEIR BACKS,

WHO WAS LIFTING UP

HIS BRIM TO THEM?

BLACK MAX!



AND THERE WERE

LOOKS FOR SALE,

THE ART OF THE SMILE,

ONLY CERTAIN PEOPLE

WALKED THAT MYSTERY MILE:

ARTISTS,

CHARLATANS,

VAUDEVILLIANS,

MEN OF MATHEMATICS,

ACROBATICS

AND CIVILIANS.

THERE WAS

KNITTING NEEDLE MUSIC

FROM A LADY ORGAN GRINDER

WITH ALL HER SONS

BEHIND HER,

(spoken): MARCO,

VITO,

BENO

(WAS HE STRONG! -

THOUGH HE WALKED

LIKE A WOMAN)

AND CARLO,

WHO WAS FIVE.

HE MUST STILL BE ALIVE!

AH,

POOR MARCO HAD THE SYPH,

AND IF YOU DIDN`T TAKE

THE TERRIBLE CURE

THOSE DAYS

YOU WENT CRAZY

AND DIED

AND HE DID.

AND AT THE COFFIN

BEFORE THEY CLOSED THE LID,

WHO RAISED HIS LID?

BLACK MAX.



(sung): I WAS

CLIMBING ON THE TRAIN

ONE DAY GOING FAR AWAY

TO THE GOOD OLD U.S.A.

WHEN I HEARD SOME MUSIC

UNDERNEATH THE TRACKS.

STANDING THERE

BENEATH THE BRIDGE,

LONG BLACK JACKET,

BROAD BLACK HAT,

PLAYING THE HARMONICA,

ONE HAND FREE

TO LIFT THAT HAT TO ME:

BLACK MAX,

BLACK MAX,

BLACK MAX.

































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