Ellen Foley - Spirit of St. Louis

01 The Shuttered Palace 5:09 Mick Jones / Joe Strummer
02 Torchlight 3:01 Mick Jones / Joe Strummer
03 Beautiful Waste of Time 3:02 Tymon Dogg
04 The Death of the Psychoanalyst of Salvador Dali 2:44 Mick Jones / Joe Strummer
05 M.P.H. 3:30 Mick Jones / Joe Strummer
06 My Legionnaire 4:31 Raymond Asso / Marguerite Monnot / Carleme Mair
07 Theater of Cruelty 4:07 Mick Jones / Joe Strummer
08 How Glad I Am 3:38 Jimmy Williams / Larry Harrison
09 Phases of Travel 4:14 Ellen Foley
10 Game of a Man 3:57 Tymon Dogg
11 Indestructible 3:49 Tymon Dogg
12 In the Killing Hour 2:41 Mick Jones / Joe Strummer
2007 Re-issue Bonus Tracks:
13 Le Palais Secret (The Shuttered Palace)
(single version)
5:10 Mick Jones / Joe Strummer
14 Black Boys
(Ellen Foley with the original motion picture cast of "Hair")
1:15 Galt MacDermot / Gerome Ragni / James Rado
15 The Time Is Now
(Ellen Foley with Jimmy Hall, featuring the Children of the World)
3:46 Kenny Young / Perry Ford

Produced by Mick Jones
Mixed by Bill Price assisted by Jeremy Green

Vocals - Ellen Foley
Guitar, Vocals - Mick Jones
Violin - Tymon Dogg
Keyboards - Micky Gallagher
Drums - Topper Headon
Bass - Norman Watt-Roy
Bass - Paul Simonon
Sax - Davey Payne
Guitar - Joe Strummer
Guitar - J.G.T.

Track 13 originally released as Epic/Cleveland International Records single 19-2064 in 1981
Produced by Mick Jones
Track 14 originally released on the RCA motion picture soundtrack "Hair" in 1979
Produced by …
Track 15 originally released on Epic JE 36769, Children of the World: The Time Is Now in 1980
Produced by Steve Popovich / Bill Justis

Label Cat.No. F. Y. C. Notes
1 Epic / Cleveland Int. EPC 84809 LP 1981 NL
2 Wounded Bird Records / Sony BMG / Cleveland Int. WOU 3698 CD 2007 USA 3 bonus tracks

The Shuttered Palace

To the sons of Europe:
Won’t you come inside my shuttered palace and I am the bride
Now I’m a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say

Now as I stroll down your boulevard
You hear those Fiats and taxis blow their horns so hard
When I go out walking flocks of birds rise from the square
And all the seigneurs and monsieurs pull up to the curb

To the sons of Europe:
Won’t you come inside my shuttered palace and I am the bride
Now I’m a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say

…en francais…

Aaaah

To the sons of Europe:
Won’t you come inside my shuttered palace and I am the bride
Now I’m a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say

My shuttered palace lies away from the sun
It isn’t far there, a little further, so why don’t you come?
You call out your offers to me in your mother tongue
But you don’t act so macho when I ask you to come

Aaaah

To the sons of Europe:
Won’t you come inside my shuttered palace and I am the bride
Now I’m a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say

To the sons of Europe:
Won’t you come inside my shuttered palace and I am the bride
Now I’m a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say....

Torchlight

Boy: Huh, the walls may crumble
Girl: Our hearts will not shatter
Boy: Like so many old buildings
Girl: Burnt down to the ground

Both: Nevermind my friend, we’ll go on tonight
We could see through the dark by torchlight

Boy: I never once want to give it
Girl: Even when times were bad
Boy: No one can break my spirit
Girl: Or take away the hope you have

Both: But nevermind my friend, you’ll have me tonight
We could see through the dark by torchlight....

Aaaaah

Boy: Nothing is forever
Girl: Time is just a flake
Boy: But I know together
Girl: Our fire will remain

Both: Nevermind my friend, we’ll go on tonight
We could see through the dark by torchlight

Nevermind my friend, we got lost tonight
We could see through the dark by torchlight....

Beautiful Waste of Time

Blue dirty sky blinks tonight
[And] Mother Earth’s sails blowing
All the times you try to use it
All the times you’ve tried to refuse it
She always lets you know

It’s just a beautiful waste of time
I don’t know why but you can waste mine
It’s just a beautiful nowhere to go
But that’s alright as long as I know
It’s just a beautiful nowhere to go

Over by a tree and lake
Somewhere between give and take
There’s a place I couldn’t kid it
A place I’d never hid it
Where nothing goes to fake

It’s just a beautiful waste of time
I don’t know why but you can waste mine
It’s just a beautiful nowhere to be
But that’s alright as long as I’m free
It’s just a beautiful nowhere to be....

Brown leaves lick a cloudy sky
Daddy’s gray as thunders grow
Mother holds the silver needle rain
Yields another spring again
She always let’s love go

It’s just a beautiful waste of time
I don’t know why but you can waste mine
It’s just a beautiful nowhere to be
But that’s alright as long as I see
It’s just a beautiful nowhere to be....

It’s just a beautiful waste of time....

First released by Tymon Dogg, Tymon Dogg, 1976

The Death of the Psychoanalyst of Salvador Dali

Your dreams breathed beads of sweat
The world was not right
The suburbs awoke to a locust attack
The tribes of the Amazon halted
They threw all their irons in the fire

Department stores burned all afternoon
The gigelos cried
The filmstars fled from the script and the set
Widows and dogs searched the streets for each other
Strippers were fighting for prams in the park

The network broke
The music at midnight
To announce
The death of the psychoanalyst of Salvador Dali

The baker lite tune reached a faboulous price
The Titanic’s band played
Columns of smoke hung words in the air
All the kitchen knives were bought from the shops
Some police men were begging for soup at the jail

Poker dice games make the factory still
Foghorns called names
Gene Vincent’s cufflinks rusted in the shirt
Priests married themselves using bibles and mirrors
In China all the bicycle chains snapped at once

And the mad world broke
The music at midnight
To announce
The death of the psychoanalyst of Salvador Dali....

M.P.H.

Not quite available.

My Legionnaire

He had the brightest color eyes
And they would flash from time to time
Like lightning ‘cross the stormy skies
He was covered with tattoos that I never understood
On his neck: Unknown, still free
On his heart: No one
His right arm read: Reason

I don’t know his name or who he was
Just as he loved me through the night – my legionnaire!
And so he left me to my fate
And so he left my door with morning light

He was slim and he was handsome
And he smelled like desert sand – my legionnaire!
The sun so bright up in the sky
Lighting up the blondness of his hair

Lost hapiness that’s run away
Now I’m thinking of that night
And now desire drives me mad
Sometimes I cry, and then I knew
That when I lay against his heart
I should have shouted all my joy
But I never said a word
I was afraid to see him smile!

They found him in the desert sand
The brightest eyes were open wide
A cloud ran across the sky
Bearing his tattoos they read
And a smile upon those lips that said
With his neck: Unknown, still free
On his heart: No one
His right arm said one word: Reason

And so I dream that destiny
Will someday bring him back to me – my legionnaire!
Then we will travel past the sea
And find a land so full of life, so far away

He was slim and he was handsome
Now he’s he’s burried in the desert sand – my legionnaire!
The sun so bright up in the sky
Lighting up the blondness of his hair....

First performed in French by Marie Dubas, 1936

Theatre of Cruelty

It’s wide and green in my living room so steamy
Held in a captive swirl and a coctail of I’m dreaming
What man would know, what man could tell that I’m dreaming?
I see nothing fine at the end of the line, am I dreaming?

Fingers to the bone for the sake of the home of the wind blows it all away
Beauty in shrouds like fast moving clouds
I live my time in a Theatre of Cruelty

So I relax and unwind and I spend my time so easy
Leave my old man at home to spin all alone, it’s easy
Mix another one… to go with the other one
Drop another one… to go with the other one

Fingers to the bone for the sake of the home of the wind blows it all away
Beauty in shrouds like fast moving clouds
I live my time in a Theatre of Cruelty....

What man would know, what man could tell, I am dreaming?
Any woman would know, any woman could tell, what I am dreaming....

Dreaming
What I’m dreaming
Dreaming
What I’m dreaming
Dreaming (what I’m dreaming)
Dreaming (what I’m dreaming) ....

How Glad I Am

My love has no beginning, my love has no end
No front or back, my love won’t bend
I’m in the middle, lost in a spin
Loving you
And you don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know
How glad I am

My love has no bottom, my love has no top
My love won’t rise, and my love won’t drop
I’m in the middle, and I can’t stop
Loving you
And you don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know
How glad I am

I wish I was a poet, so that I could express
Just what I want to say
I wish I was an artist, so that I could paint a picture
Of what I see and what I feel today

My love has no walls on either side
That makes my love whiter than white
I’m in the middle, no, and I can’t hide
My love for you
And you don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know
How glad I am
And you don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know
Just how glad I am
Lalala lalala…
How glad I am.....

First released by Nancy Wilson, How Glad I Am, 1964

Phases of Travel

I have no fear of flying
It’s only fear of dying
It’s bein’ surround, yet feeling alone
Clutch your heart and watch real closely
I go a long way to make something out of nothing
Possession is more that I dare claim

But I never wanted to
Be without mine
I trust to fly
I had to get to you

Crossing over the ocean
There’s jetlag, my emotion
But there’s no way drive
I left your heart behind
Waking up to look out of strange windows
They pay good money to play with my handcuffs
Love’s labour lost is more that I can bear

And I never wanted to
Whenever I find
A moment of time
I always think of you

I say a prayer for you
I had to get to

We meet over the wire
We never lose our fire
Just remember how things were before
I was gonna do this, I was gonna do that
Seventy-four hours, thinkin bout nothin’
I sit in my chair, I should have left before

But I never wanted to…
I had to get to you…
I say a prayer for you…
I had to get to you…
I say a prayer for you....

Game of a Man

She sat in her room
Alone in the murk
It’s time to admit it:
Just doesn’t work

It’s the game of a man
To take what he can
It’s the game of a man
To take all he can

She curled to her fire
The passion of mice
And the memory faded
In cooler than ice, cooler than ice

She threw out her war paint
And her birth control pills
She’s not gonna pick up
Emotional bills

It’s the game of a man
To take what he can
It’s the game of a man
To take all he can....

She threw out her records
Of the rock and roll freight
Said it’s too many years now
We’ve been losing this game

It’s the hands of a man
Take what he can
It’s the game of a man
To take all he can....

Don’t go....

Indestructible

Here I am, trying again
Afraid you won’t hear me
Here I am, standing alone
Afraid I’m in vain

Oh, how indestructible you will be
Destructible through time
Show me, I’ll be indestructible too

Building a railroad, building a train
From some borrowed magic
Down tools, cutting the pain, oh
I can’t work that way

Oh, how indestructible you will be
Destructible through time
Show me, I’ll be indestructible too

Oh, let wind blow through me
Red lights will renew me
Over and over and over and over
Over and over and over

Oh, how indestructible you will be
Destructible through time
Show me, I’ll be indestructible too....

Oh, how indestructible you will be
Destructible through time
Show me, I’ll be indestructible too....

First released by Tymon Dogg, on the Lose This Skin single, 1981

In the Killing Hour

Why do these bars keep us apart?
You know I’ll never cry, tears in my heart
I bear your son, he’ll live to tell
Just how his father died in the killing cell

He will grow strong to prove your innocence
I will not hear you say that there is no innocence
Oh, please don’t go, where is God now?
Won’t someone save us now, in the killing hour

There must be more, some life to come
Over on the other side, wait for your woman and son
It must be soon, the jailers come
But all the people know, you’re not the guilty one....

Oh, please don’t go, where is God now?
Won’t someone save us now, in the killing hour

Oh, please don’t go
Where is God now?
Won’t someone save us now
In the killing hour....

Le Palais Secret (The Shuttered Palace)

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Black Boys (Ellen Foley with the original motion picture cast of "Hair")

Girls: Black boys are delicious
Chocolate flavored love
Licorice lips like candy
Keep my cocoa handy
I have such a sweet tooth when it comes to love

Boy:Once I tried a diet of quiet, rest, no sweets
Girl: But I went nearly crazy
And I went clearly crazy
Because I really craved for
Boys :Chocolate flavored treats

Boys:Black boys are nutritious
Girls: Black boys fill me up
Black boys are so damn yummy
Boys:They satisfy my tummy
Girls: I have such a sweet tooth
When it comes to love
Black black
Boys:Black black
Girls:Black black
Boys:Black black
Girls:Black boys

The Time Is Now (Ellen Foley with Jimmy Hall, featuring the Children of the World)

Girl: The time is here, the time is now
The time for all mankind
To join together hand in hand
And leave our fear behind

Girl: Like the rock of ages stands
Raise your voices loud
Spread the word, let it be heard
High above the ground

Till the end it must be voiced
One and all for one

Girl: Every father’s daughter
And every mother’s son

Boy:
Time is here, the time is now
The time for all mankind
To join together hand in hand
And leave our fear behind....

Boy:Till the end it must be voiced
Both:One and all for one
Boy:Every father’s daughter
Both:And every mother’s son

Both: Time is here, the time is now
The time for all mankind
To join together hands for peace
And leave the wars behind

Girl: The time is here
The time is now....