In a ballroom at the belfry, where swans all sit and stare, There was an young girl they called Jocelyn and Jocelyn was
everywhere

A brooklyn heart and ballroom soul a wanderer in full flight, she’d sing Ave Maria to Brooklyn to at night

A footloose queen and a transient rose, and an Orphan of Ireland
The world loved Jocelyn this queen of Long Island

She understood the river of life and she understood this young.
She understood the darker parts in the songs that she sung.

And she travelled travelled travelled through the United States
of America, looking for some galliant heart this wandering evangelical

And she could bring you down down down She could spin you all around around round Make you disappear

All the city lights in Dublin and the storm clouds in Clare they’re calling out to America and all she has there All her wolves cry for Jocelyn and her wings to take flight But she sings Ave Maria to Brooklyn at night.

All the cellos seemed to follow her like the neon lights on Bowery, there was energy in the streets a new music called R’nB.

The perpetuated post war rise brought a social class arpeggio
And they all had refrigerators and Jocelyn had a radio.

The Beatles, Dylan and the Rolling Stones, changed the music there for a century,

Jocelyn said a prayer when they shot John F Kennedy

An Irish soul, a marxist priest and orphan called Bethany At a bedsit by McCarren Park by Williamsburg and Broadway

Her scarlett stains cross an August sky drew her sadness and screaming, a real darkness in those Irish eyes and nobody could see in

All the city lights in Dublin and the storm clouds in Clare they’re calling out to America and all she has there All her wolves cry for Jocelyn and her wings to take flight But she sings Ave Maria to Brooklyn at night.
She sings Ave Maria to Brooklyn at night

A tremendous scream from the bedsit screen woke the sisters
of Mercy.
They took her cold body to the Columbia infirmary.

And she could bring you down down down She could spin you all around around round Make you disappear

All the city lights in Dublin and the storm clouds in Clare they’re calling out to America and all she has there All her wolves cry for Jocelyn and her wings to take flight But she sings Ave Maria to Brooklyn tonight.
But she sings Ave Maria to Brooklyn tonight.

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    Teach me to dream my love my vinegar on my tongue
    Steal like you always did and I will find you and I will find them
    No honourin thieves, watch me follow you like I followed them
     
    When the storms came I’d stay out in the snow
    I was raised by wolves dear and when the devil lets me know
    I hold on to Jerusalem with my arrow and my bow
    I brought my wolves dear but my wolves they would not go
     
    And I live in fire and there’s no symmetry
    And there’s no winning here
    Their virgin chests swim near, and there’s no fitting in while you’re sitting here
     
    Follow me home in a tapestry of syphoned ketamine
    Send all my bad habits home
    And I will follow through and we will follow them
     
    When the storms came I’d stay out in the snow
    I was raised by wolves dear and when the devil lets me know
    I hold on to Jerusalem with my arrow and my bow
    I brought my wolves dear but my wolves they would not go
     
    You killed our bastard dog
    You hid him in the fog
    You hid outside here for days and days
    You ran your shiny mouthI saw your hand throughout
    You played your strong cards for days and days and days
    You called your shadows dear
    I’ve played them all for years
    You danced in cemeteries for days and days
     
    When the storms came I’d stay out in the snow
    I was raised by wolves dear and when the devil lets me know
    I hold on to Jerusalem with my arrow and my bow
    I brought my wolves dear but my wolves they would not go
    All my wings were damaged
    All my scars were unsung
    The torsion pulled on my talons
    You’d see me right I was told
     
    You’d bleed like me
    You’d bleed like me
    I was told
     
    Send me pennysfor your thoughts
    Shined in counterfeit and gold
    I watch you shine all my bright spots
    You’re Machinery for the soul
     
    You’d bleed like me
    You’d bleed like me
    I was told
     
    The ides of March and their crosses
    The howls from the aisles are mine
    A tired heart from your losses
    Make me water make me wine
     
    You’d bleed like me
    You’d bleed like me
    I was told