St. John (St. Jean) - Sailor

The Bousbir of Casablanca…

The Casbah of Algiers…

Even the Barrio Chino of Barcelona

Could only boast of second place

Next to you…

The harbour of the world

The secrets of a girl

The labours of a friend

A place to live the dream

To musical machines

Never seen again…

Saint John, your temples are broken

Saint John, your sacraments are unspoken

Saint John, your congregation has gone

But your testament lives on

Saint John

So they cleaned you up

They tried to break your soul

They took away your heart

In that winter cold — and now

You’re just a memory of a broken home

From a history book

To a field of ashes and stone…

To build upon your grave

A place without a face

A place without a heart

But once, you sold your dreams

To musical machines

Never seen again…

Saint John, your temples are broken

Saint John, your sacraments are unspoken

Saint John, your congregation has gone

But your testament lives on

Saint John

Les piano mecaniques

Jouent pour les marins

Dans le port de Marseille

Dans les bars a Putains*

Like a thousand souls of young lost girls

Disappearing like star-dust

Into the clouds

On this — the final journey

Never to be seen again…

Saint John, your temples are broken

Saint John, your sacraments are unspoken

Saint John, your congregation has gone

But your testament lives on

Saint John