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Invisible Jazz

Ballade
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I know how to tell the flies in the milk.
I know nights of joy and nights of shame.
I know who wears the cotton, who wears the silk.
I know the plants and all their names.
I know when things are much the same.
I know a man from the cut of his clothes.
I know the rules of every game.
But I’ll never know my heart, my soul.

I know a vision from an idle dream.
I know the apple from the apple tree.
I know a madman who feeds on cream.
I know a horse by the look of his teeth.
I know Lori and her friend Marie.
I know the man who’s in control.
I know the conman who’s jiving me.
But I’ll never know my heart, my soul.

I know Balls Cabaret where there's poetry.
I know who’s playing at all the bars.
I know the bands and I get in free.
I know how to play the electric guitar.
and when it snows, I know where to park my car.
I know just how to rock and roll.
I know where all of the parties are.
But I’ll never know my heart, my soul.

O Princes, I know every thing.
I know the colors, the fair and foul.
I know that death consumes all things.
But I’ll never know my heart, my soul.

WORDS: a very free translation of François Villon's Ballade des menus propos