I Contain Multitudes Songtext
von Emma Swift

Today and tomorrow and yesterday too
The flowers are dying like all things do
Follow me close, I′m going to Bally-na-Lee
I'll lose my mind if you don′t come with me
I fuss with my hair and I fight blood feuds
I contain multitudes

Got a tell-tale heart like Mr. Poe
Got skeletons in the walls of people you know
I'll drink to the truth and the things we said
I'll drink to the man that shares your bed
I paint landscapes and I paint nudes
I contain multitudes

Red Cadillac and a black mustache
Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash
Tell me what′s next, what shall we do?
Half my soul, baby, belongs to you
I rollick and I frolic with all the young dudes
I contain multitudes


I′m just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, the Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost are made good again

Sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Everything's flowing all at the same time
I live on a boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes

Pink pedal-pushers and red blue jeans
All the pretty maids and all the old queens
All the old queens from all of my past lives
I carry four pistols and two large knives
I′m a man of contradictions, I'm a man of many moods
I contain multitudes

You greedy old wolf, I′ll show you my heart
But not all of it, only the hateful part
I'll sell you down the river, I′ll put a price on your head
What more can I tell you? I sleep with life and death in the same bed


Get lost, madam, get up off my knee
Keep your mouth away from me
I'll keep the path open, the path in my mind
See to it there's no love left behind
I play Beethoven′s sonatas and Chopin′s preludes
I contain multitudes