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It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play. Smiling faces I can see But not for me, I sit and watch as tears go by. My riches can't buy everything, I want to hear the children sing. All I hear is the sound Of rain falling on the ground, I sit and watch as tears go by. It is the evening of the day, I sit and watch the children play. Doing things I used to do They think are new, I sit and watch as tears go by. Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm ... |
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<P>Here I lie in my hospital bed,
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again. Oh, and I don't think I can wait that long Oh, you see that my pain is so strong. </P><P>All the other patients say they've never seen a man with such pain, Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again ? Oh, I don't think I can wait that long, Oh, you see that I'm not that strong. </P><P>The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ear. Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here ? What am I doing in this place ? Why does the doctor have no face ? Oh, I can't crawl across the floor. Can't you see, Sister Morphine, just trying to score. </P><P>Well, it just goes to show things are not what they seem. Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmare into dreams. Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast And that this shot will be the last. </P><P>Please, Cousin Cocaine, lay your cool hands on my head. Hey, Sister Morphine, you'd better make up the lyin' bed 'Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead, And you can sit around and watch all the clean white sheets stain red. </P> |
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If I listened long enough to you
Id find a way to believe that its all true Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried. Still I look to find a reason to believe. Someone like you makes it hard to live Without somebody else. Someone like you makes it easy to give, Never thinking of myself. If I gave you time to change my mind Id find a way to leave the past behind Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried. Still I look to find a reason to believe. Someone like you makes it hard to live Without somebody else. Someone like you makes it easy to give, Never thinking of myself. If I gave you time to change my mind Id find a way to leave the past behind Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried. Still I look to find reason to believe. |
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I'll send away all my false pride
And I'll forsake all of my life Yes I'll be as true as true can be If you'll come and stay with me. Lovers of the past I'll leave behind There'll never be another on my mind I'll do all I can so you'll feel free If you come and stay with me The promises I made most faithfully I'll keep them still should you decide to leave I'll try and see that you have all you need If you'll come and stay with me We'll live a life no one has ever known But I know you're thinking that I'm hardly grown I'll do all I can so you'll feel free If you'll come and stay with me. But oh thank God at last and finally I could see you're gonna stay with me |
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Will you take me across the channel,
London bridge is falling down. Strange a woman tries to save What a man will try to drown. And he's the rain that they predicted, It's the forecast every time. The rose has died because you picked it An' I believe that brandy's mine. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. The word is getting flatter, The sky is falling all around. And nothing is the matter For I never cry in town. And a love like ours, my dear, Is best measured when it's down. And I never buy umbrellas, For there's always one around. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. And you know that it's beginning, And you know that it's the end When once again we are strangers And the fog comes rolling in. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. Dr. john: You ready ? 2, 3, 4, 1. |
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I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel bad, so bad, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad. I feel bad, so bad, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad. I never lied to my lover, But if I did I would admit it. If I could get away with murder I'd take my gun and I'd commit it. I never gave to the rich, I never stole from the poor, I'm like a curious child, give me more, More, more, more, more, more, more. I feel blood, I feel blood, Though I feel it in my veins, it's not enough. I feel blood, I feel blood, Though it's streaming through my veins it's not enough. I never stole a scarf from Harrods, But if I did you wouldn't miss it. I never stole a doll from Lovecraft, But if I did you know I'd kiss it. I never stole from the rich, I never gave to the poor, I'm like a curious child, just give me more, More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt. Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt ... |
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<P>"The morning sun touched lightly on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town As she lay there ´neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she´d memorised in her daddy´s easy chair. </P><P>Her husband, he´s off to work and the kids are off to school And there are oh so many ways for her to spend the day. She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she´d memorised in her daddy´s easy chair. </P><P>The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud </P><P>And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she knew she´d found forever As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair..." </P> |
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Some fools don't know what's right from wrong,
But somehow those folks belong. Me, I try for all I'm worth, But I still remain a stranger on this earth. Some people gloom, other folk cry. Me, I have to struggle to keep alive. Ever since the day of my birth I've been a stranger, stranger on this earth. I try to be what all folks should, Forgetting the bad and doing good. But no matter how I try, My troubles always multiply. Now I've been doing the best I can Ever since life began. Some day when I prove my worth I won't be a stranger on earth. Now I've been living the best I can Ever since my life began. The day's gonna come when I prove my worth And I won't be no stranger, No, I won't be a stranger On this earth. |
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There's a little bird
Somebody sent down to Earth To live along the wind Blowing on the wind And she sleeps on the wind This little bird, somebody sent Light and fragile And feathered sky blue Thin and graceful The sun shining through She flies so high up in the sky Way out of reach of human eyes Light and fragile And feathered sky blue Thin and graceful The sun shining through She flies so high up in the sky Way out of reach of human eyes Light and fragile And feathered sky blue Thin and graceful The sun shining through And the only time that she touches ground Is when that little bird, little bird Is when that little bird, little bird Is when that little bird, little bird Is when that little bird dies - |
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Monday, Monday
So good to me. Monday morning It was all I hoped it would be. Oh Monday morning Monday morning couldn't guarantee That Monday evening You would still be here with me. Monday, Monday Can't trust the day. Monday, Monday Sometimes it just turns out that way. On Monday morning You gave me no warning Of what was to be. On Monday, Monday How could you leave And not take me ? Every other day Every other day Every other day Of the week is fine, yeah. But whenever Monday comes But whenever Monday comes You can find me crying All of the time. Monday, Monday So good to me. Monday morning It was all I hoped it would be. Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee That Monday evening You would still be here with me. Every other day Every other day Every other day Of the week is fine, yeah. But whenever Monday comes But whenever Monday comes You can find me crying All of the time. Monday, Monday, Can't trust the day. Monday, Monday, Don't go away. Oh, Monday, Monday, Don't go away. Oh, Monday, Monday ... |
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Things are never what they seem
Play a part most of the time. What is yours cannot be mine And I'm bored by dreams. Bored by dreams. I can't say the words I mean Make myself go through the line. Does the payment fit the crime If I'm bored by dreams ? Take me through the steps my love, Shall we dance again ? I was older then, Now we are the same. Lasse des raves. Rave qui brille dans le noir Brillera bien, tu peux le croire. Toujours dire la v |
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There is a house in New Orleans, They call it the Risin' Sun And it's been the ruin Of many poor girl, And me, oh God, I'm one. There is a house in New Orleans, They call it the Risin' Sun And it's been the ruin Of many poor girl, And me, oh God, I'm one. If I had listened To what my mother said I'd've been at home today. But I was young and foolish, oh God, Let a rambler lead me astray. Go tell my baby sister Don't do what I have done. Go shun that house in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun. Well, I'm going back to New Orleans, My race is almost run. I'm going back to spend my life In the house of the Risin' Sun. |
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Sweetheart
I'm changing my role in life, I'm not re-arranging the main things in my life. I ain't sacrificing what I hold as true, I ain't sacrificing, sweetheart even for you. Sweetheart I'm changing my mode of life, I'm not re-arranging the main things in my life. I'm not giving up now in mixed company. I'll be holding on now looking to find my identity. My freedom means too much to give up now. It doesn't matter to you anyhow. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. My freedom means too much to give up now. And did it matter so much anyhow. Sweetheart I'm changing my role in life, I ain't re-arranging the main things in my life. I ain't sacrificing what I hold as true, I ain't sacrificing, sweetheart even for you. My freedom means too much to give up now. And did it matter so much anyhow. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. |
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Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless, Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you Gloomy Sunday Gloomy Sunday With shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know, let them not weep, Let them know that I'm glad to go Death is no dream, For in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming I was only dreaming I wake and I find you Asleep in the deep of My heart Dear Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you how much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday |