Want to buy some illusions
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Slightly used, second-hand ?
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They were lovely illusions,
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Reaching high, built on sand.
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They had a touch of paradise,
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A spell you can't explain,
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For in this crazy paradise
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You are in love with pain.
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Want to buy some illusions
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Slightly used, just like new ?
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Such romantic illusions,
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And they're all about you.
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Too bad they all fell apart
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Like dreams often do.
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They were lovely illusions,
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But they just wouldn't come true.
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Slightly used, just like new,
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Such romantic illusions
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And they're all about you.
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I'd sell them all for a penny,
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They make pretty souvenirs.
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Take my lovely illusions,
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Some for laughs, some for tears.
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On this next song, I'm using the translation, a new translation done by one of my best, best, best, best friends in Ireland, the playwriter and poet, Frank McGuinness, and he did a new translation of the Threepenny Opera about four or five years ago, and I played Pirate Jenny in that production at the Gate Theatre in Dublin. And I love this translation, I think it's so exceptional. In this song, Jenny who is a prostitute and a waitress in a, in a, in a shitty hotel, er, obviously on the docks, and, and Macheath is her pimp, is imagining, is having a fantasy of what she would do to those who oppress her if she could.
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Want To Buy Some Illusions
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| Marianne Faithfull |
