The Blue Millionaire - Marianne Faithfull

You’ve seen him

In the undirected light of street dreams

Doing nothing —

Standing, like to seem casual

With a resemblance to people held by fear.

Lit by fire and disrepair.

The blue millionaire.

Don’t listen and keep asking —

Only stories reach this far.

No one’s left and no one’s coming

And I will disappear

Far away from you,

The American wind,

And the blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.

There is no such thing as the Wrong Man

Blue as the dusk that ended my day

And shut off the light and air.

I wish I could tell you

How he put them in cages,

Found you where you slept.

Got me down with something else than bruises

Tied me to a blue chair

Lit by fire and disrepair

The blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.

Seen him drinking gin from pale blue bottles,

Drowning in shadow,

Shadows moving in.

Forever imagine

Imagine it’s him

Nearby the window

With dreams broken in.

I don’t laugh anymore — or smile,

I am lost in the body,

The passion of time.

He is screening my dreams

And everything that’s mine.

Don’t stay in this mirror

Other hands have left me in.

You don’t blow away as I do.

It will be the same again.

Turn and point away from here.

Steal what you cannot win

From the blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.

Blue millionaire.

Blue …