Текст песни She Came and She Touched Me - Live - Townes Van Zandt
                                                She 
                                                came 
                                                and 
                                                she 
                                                touched 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                hands 
                                                made 
                                                of 
                                                heaven
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reflections 
                                                sent 
                                                spinnin′
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                    a 
                                                face 
                                                laced 
                                                in 
                                                mist
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                    I 
                                                stand 
                                                where 
                                                she 
                                                left 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Buried 
                                                deep 
                                                'neath 
                                                her 
                                                shadow
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                mirror 
                                                pleads 
                                                sadly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Has 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                come 
                                                to 
                                                this?
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                wonder, 
                                                will 
                                                she 
                                                call 
                                                my 
                                                name?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                careens 
                                                madly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                wide 
                                                windows 
                                                paneless
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fragrancies 
                                                mingle
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                room 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                shade
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                peons 
                                                pick 
                                                partners
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                waltz 
                                                ′cross 
                                                the 
                                                ceilings
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                violins 
                                                whisper
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                betrayed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tryin' 
                                                not 
                                                to 
                                                look 
                                                ashamed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                the 
                                                drunkards 
                                                drink 
                                                deeply
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                cups 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                nothingness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ghost 
                                                lovers 
                                                laugh
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                the 
                                                games 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                play
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                the 
                                                moments 
                                                do 
                                                somersaults
 
                                    
                                
                                                Into 
                                                eternity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cling 
                                                to 
                                                their 
                                                coattails
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                beg 
                                                them 
                                                to 
                                                stay
 
                                    
                                
                                                Saying 
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                nothing 
                                                to 
                                                hide
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                Illusions 
                                                projected
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                walls 
                                                made 
                                                of 
                                                tiffany
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mad 
                                                minuets 
                                                to
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                sad 
                                                satin 
                                                song
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                harlequin 
                                                mandolins
 
                                    
                                
                                                Harmonize 
                                                helplessly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hoping 
                                                that 
                                                endlessly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Won′t 
                                                last 
                                                for 
                                                long
 
                                    
                                
                                                Praying 
                                                that 
                                                their 
                                                God 
                                                ain′t 
                                                dying
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                    I 
                                                turn 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                dress 
                                                made 
                                                of 
                                                moonlight
 
                                    
                                
                                                Teardrops 
                                                like 
                                                diamonds
 
                                    
                                
                                                Run 
                                                slow 
                                                down 
                                                her 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                her 
                                                arms 
                                                surround 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                chains 
                                                made 
                                                of 
                                                velvet
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                demons 
                                                fall 
                                                faithfully
 
                                    
                                
                                                Into 
                                                their 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                river 
                                                runs 
                                                with 
                                                jewels
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                lies 
                                                open
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                night 
                                                went 
                                                quite 
                                                quickly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Memory 
                                                harmlessly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fractures 
                                                and 
                                                fades
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                poets 
                                                do 
                                                push-ups
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                carpets 
                                                of 
                                                rubber 
                                                foam
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loudly 
                                                they 
                                                laugh
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                some 
                                                joke 
                                                that's 
                                                been 
                                                made
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                wise 
                                                men 
                                                speak 
                                                like 
                                                fools
 
                                    
                                
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2 Pancho & Lefty - Live
3 Mr. Mudd & Mr. Gold - Live
4 Don't You Take it Too Bad - Live
5 Two Girls - Live
6 Fraternity Blues - Live
7 If I Needed You - Live
8 Brand New Companion - Live
9 White Freightliner Blues - Live
10 To Live Is to Fly
11 She Came and She Touched Me - Live
12 Talking Thunderbird Blues - Live
13 Rex's Blues - Live
14 Nine Pound Hammer - Live
15 For The Sake Of The Song - Live
16 Chauffeur's Blues (Live)
17 No Place to Fall (Live)
18 Loretta (Live)
19 Kathleen (Live)
20 Why She's Acting This Way - Live
21 Cocaine Blues (Live)
22 Who Do You Love (Live)
23 Tower Song - Live
24 Waiting 'Round to Die (Live)
25 Tecumseh Valley (Live)
26 Lungs - Live
27 Only Him or Me (Live)
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