Magdalene Lane
Don McLeanVersion1
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The angels are lost in the city of stars
the wise men are down on their knees.
And the fruitman of freeway will sell you his cars
when he's sure that you can't find the keys.
And the ladies on Magdalene lane
all worship the sun and the sand.
And the migrants who come can't complain
for this is their promised land.
La la la la la la la la la,
la la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la la la,
MGM studios can't make the nut
they're auctioning Dorothy's shoes.
Gable is gone, the good witch is a slut
and I've got the parking lot blues.
The wizard brought benzadrine smiles
and he never let Dorothy doze.
She died as she walked down the aisle
and all that remains is her clothes.
Over the rainbow a Kansas tornado
can twist up a little girl´s head.
Aunt Em's on relief and the tinman's a thief
and even the wizard can't wake the dead.
La la la la la la la la la,
la la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la la la,,
The prophet has come to this kingdom of lights
but there's no one to listen or learn.
And the savior performs for the prophet's delight
while dissenters are banished or burned.
And the heretics beg to be heard
but the savior's on tour for the week.
Salvation is found in his word
if only he'd learn how to speak.
And Lincoln is laughing with Amos 'n' Andy
concerning the Great Civil War.
And Paul Revere sleeps with the worst looking creeps
while revolution's knocking at his door.
La la la la la la la la la,
la la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la la la,
(single strum)
Magdalene Lane is the red light domain
where everyone's soul is for sale.
A piece of your heart will do for a start
but you can send us the rest in the mail.
For we have our own families to feed
and we can't let them starve just for you.
Well, we'd rather not watch while you bleed
so come back in an hour when you're through.
It's just another city full of sorrow,
it makes no difference why I came.
I only know I'm leaving here tomorrow
and only the motel man knows my name
Enjoy!
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Readable chord sheet for Magdalene Lane by Don McLean
[G]The angels [C]are lost in the[G] city of stars[C] [G]the wise me[C]n are down on t[G]heir knees. [C] [G]And the fru[C]itman of freewa[G]y will sell yo[C]u his cars [G]when he's s[C]ure that you ca[G]n't find the k[C]eys. And [Am]the ladies on[D] Magdalene l[G]ane all [Am]worship the sun and t[D]he sand. [G] And[Am] the migrants who com[D]e can't complai[G]n for t[C]his is their [Am]promised land. [D] [G]La la la la la la la la la, la la la [Am]la la la la. L[C]a la la la[D] la la [G]la la la, [G]MGM stu[C]dios can[G]'t make t[C]he nut [G]they're[C] auction[G]ing Dorot[C]hy's shoes. [G]Gable i[C]s gone, [G]the good [C]witch is a slut [G]and I'v[C]e got th[G]e parking[C] lot blues. T[Am]he wizard brought ben[D]zadrine smiles [G] a[Am]nd he never let Dorot[D]hy doze. [G] Sh[Am]e died as she walked [D]down the aisle [G] and[C] all that rem[Am]ains is her clot[D]hes. O[C]ver the ra[D]inbow a Kan[G]sas tornado[Am] [C]can twist up[D] a little gi[G]rl´s head. A[C]unt Em's on re[D]lief and the t[G]inman's a th[Am]ief a[C]nd even the wiz[Am]ard can't wake t[D]he dead. [G]La la la la la la la la la, la la la [Am]la la la la. L[C]a la la la[D] la la [G]la la la,, [G]The prophet [C]has come to t[G]his kingdom o[C]f lights [G]but there's [C]no one to lis[G]ten or learn.[C] [G]And the savi[C]or performs f[G]or the prophe[C]t's delight [G]while dissen[C]ters are bani[G]shed or burne[C]d. [Am]And the heretics[D] beg to be [G]heard [Am]but the savior's[D] on tour for[G] the week. [Am]Salvation is fou[D]nd in his w[G]ord if[C] only he[Am]'d learn [D]how to speak. A[C]nd Lincol[D]n is laugh[G]ing with [Am]Amos 'n' Andy c[C]oncerning [D]the Great Civ[G]il War. A[C]nd Paul Reve[D]re sleeps with[G] the worst[Am] looking creeps w[C]hile revol[Am]ution's knock[D]ing at his door. [G]La la la la la la la la la, la la la [Am]la la la la. L[C]a la la la[D] la la [G]la la la, (single strum) [G]Magdalene[C] Lane is t[G]he red lig[C]ht domain [G]where everyo[C]ne's soul is [D]for sale. [G]A piece o[C]f your hea[G]rt will do[C] for a start [G]but you can [D]send us the res[G]t in the mail. [Am]For we have [D]our own famili[G]es to feed [Am]and we can't [D]let them star[G]ve just for you. [Am]Well, we'd rathe[D]r not watch [G]while you bleed so[C] come back [Am]in an hour whe[D]n you're through. I[G]t's just a[D]nother city fu[Am]ll of sorrow, i[C]t makes no [D]difference wh[G]y I came. [C]I only kno[D]w I'm leavin[G]g here tomor[Am]row [C]and only th[Am]e motel man[D] knows my [G]name Enjoy!