Songs from BLUE WILLOW HOUSE

Music by Kenneth Lyen

 

Run Run Run

 

Who want to live like der ricksha puller

work all day like  a bloody fool ah

run like der rat dat is stuck in trap

an still got to run run run

 

Run run run for der wheels don't stop

run run run till der day you drop

how can live in dis kind of way

to run an run all day

Run run run, der back can break

run run run, der leg can't take

sun still burn but der wheels must turn

you just must run an run.

 

Run gotta run like a mad (mad) dog

why we are born wi der bad luck

why we are born to be ricksha coolie

still gotta run and run

 

(Various voices solo)

How can a poor man save his money --

spend too much on der girlie honey --

opium vice – an throw der dice --

(All)   Dat's how der money run!

 

 

Thrown Away

 

Look at me  I used to be

the highest paid  of any grade

of working girls in Singapore

a courtesan for any man

who'd pay my fee to lie with me

you should have seen them line up at my door!

But all too fast the years have passed

an now my room's an empty tomb

for no one wants to  take an aging whore!

 

Here's how it is when you’re growing old

with no cash to save and no love to hold

no one cares that I once was young

nobody bothers what I've become

like flowers that fade as their freshness is lost

at the end of the day they are thrown in the dust

look at the way that my life has been

what was it for, what does it mean

 

 

(Solo)  Now I old and I work too long

what will I do when I no more strong

soon one day dis heart can bust

den my ricksha stop at last

 

(Various voices, solo)  

Pull der car for der whole dam day --

work like hell for der dam poor pay  --

six sen one mile damn cheap buy, yi,

(All)  six sen damn cheap buy!

Run run run for der wheels don't stop

Run run run till der day you drop

(solo) life no hope for the ricksha coolie,

run till der day you die, yi.

(All)    run till der day you die!

 

Run gotta run like a mad (mad) dog

why we are born wi der bad luck

why we are born to be ricksha coolie

still gotta run and run.

I was bought -- and sold for pay--

used up -- and worn out -- and thrown away!

 

Now I wait and curse my fate,

no one will share my dead despair

or hear my cry

pain is all that lies ahead

and abuse -- until I'm dead!

Until I  die!

 

I was bought -- and sold for pay--

used up -- and worn out -- and thrown away!