The Black 47 - Blood Wedding lyrics

Carlita is waiting down on C & 9th In mantilla and lace And her lover's knife Cries out for revenge But she is silent like a stone And beautiful in her widow's weeds I wait in the darkness Forever now alone Too late for any tear shedding While his bride waits down on C & 9th For her blood wedding Why did you have to go out tonight With the full moon in scarlet And his silver knife Waiting for you And the remains of your life Ticking away like some pitiful clock And I who could not even be called your wife Safe and warm in your bedding And you the bridegroom off on your way To your blood wedding And the Ukranian ladies Light candles in the street Where his body lay bleeding And the projects are silent Bracing for the heat That must come from his blood wedding Carlita why do you hate me so much I long for your body I die for your touch On my burning skin And the smell of your perfume Will always remain on my bed But I died every time You entered his room I could not let him go on living And now you wait down on C & 9th Dying to celebrate my blood wedding I wait in the shadows of C & 9th With my fingers caressing His sacred knife You loved my body But he loved my soul You thought you knew me But what do men know Except my lover whose shape is etched in chalk on the street Soon to be washed away by the rain While you wait in the darkness dreading The shock of my knife At your blood wedding I Won't Take You Home Again, Kathleen I spent my whole life waiting for you But just like the D train You show up at the most unusual times I can't take any more You're driving me out of my mind. You come on like some beam of light Straight from paradise Or out of the arms of my best friend, Kevin, Better to rule in hell than serve you in heaven Now the sun is blinding your eyes I can't take any more of your disguises I won't take you home again, Kathleen Now the dawnlight gleams in your hair I can't see anywhere left for us to go I won't take you home again, Kathleen And all those days out at Rockaway You left me waiting like a spare at a wedding Ah, it's too upsetting to think about What you were up to with Kevin But let me touch your face one last time Then I'm out of here or out of my mind Kathleen, it's been a dream But look out, your nightmare is coming Oh, Kathleen, this scene And the drinking's getting to me But I'm out of here and running 'Cause I can see your nightmare coming It's too late, it's too late Go on, Kathleen, go back to Breezy where you belong It's too late, girl, it's too late 'Cause now the sun is blinding your eyes And I can't take any more of your disguises...