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Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done
Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops Think what I think with my prayers. It's nice. My world is everything I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum I'm coming from the same place I'm still running from But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung |
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I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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Playing king for a day
I hang with my people Whenever I can You say that I'm scruffy Misguided and blue Like a fly on a string There's a web that surrounds you But I will find a way in In you hour of need I'll be there Yes I will You lay a place at your table Let me sleep in your bed You hurt and confuse me My queen for a day I know I'm foolish Harsh and unfair Cos my hour of need I know you'v always been there In your hour of need I'll be there Yes I will |
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Dido:
My love has gone His boots no longer by my door He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go [Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad] Maxi Jazz: New York, New York, temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops And it never stops I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you Today I feel close enough to smell you Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through Florida's out We fly September 22 to Heathrow, but there's not really long to go Tonight will be a brilliant show Lettin' you know I miss you More than four hits the floor at a party Send my love to everybody Please, send my love to everybody (everybody everybody everybody...) Send my love to everybody (everybody everybody everybody...) Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., feelin' queasy Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy The TM recommends an antigen One of them could resist again I miss you like a lock in the door What's more, I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cause half the crew snored Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great, But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state So I stay up late with a tape, or meditate My bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h. When we make it to LA, I'll still be miles away It's not my best day I'm a get some rest, God bless Dido: My love has gone (wo wo) My love has gone (has has has ...) (wo wo) Maxi Jazz: We just stopped a diner so I'm takin' time to write a few lines I'm fine, sunshine, the bus driver's reclinin' by the grass as the trucks pass Gleamin' with the flash of sunlight from the glass on the windscreen As for us, there's too much to relate We've done five gigs, yet we're only in our third state America's big, you'd love how they pile up your plate Only place in the world even I can gain weight Our next date is Wilmington, Delaware Open air, there's a rumor Melle Mel'll be there Anyway, all my love, God bless, I'm yawning I really miss watching you get dressed in the morning Dido: My love has gone (wo wo) My love has gone (wo wo) My love has gone No earthly ships will ever Bring him home |
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I lift you off the earth mundane and glum
Out of solar system where you passed the sun 'Til all the fear in your hart is gone and so on Walking trough the world with no pressure Inner peace beyond measure I was leaving where it came in When a man said stop I want to have what you have and get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cos I always take thee long way home I've been walking trough the world with no pressure As fresher full of vigour life becomes my mirror The further I go the more I know Oh yeah, wherever the wind blow I'll be there Turned up in places that I never intended to go And so ended my youth I once deepended on proof Now I'm in the flow, there I things I know beyond knowing I've seen a seed growing, I was going back home When a man said stop, I want to have what you have And get what you got I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it 'cos I always take thee long way home |
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I didn't know you'd be here, and I wasn't meant to come.
I'd be sitting watching TV if there was anything decent on, if I'd missed the taxi or found nothing good to wear. But for some uncertain reason, some strange uncertain reason, this is how it all it all began. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? If I made some coffee, would you sit and talk some more? I know words are usually pointless when you've used them all before. The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. Kick off your shoes. Don't go. Please stay. -- It always happened this way. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. What's there to lose? -- The way you laugh, when I say, Don't go. Please stay. Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile? Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile, when you could stay with me tonight? Tonight? |
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<i>[Maxi Jazz]</i>
Mmm, come to papa I see you working, through the beat curtain in the kitchen. Switchin, leavin' me twitchin', I'm itchin' to be kissin' you But discipline is the rule, so I sit my own juicy ?? in that cool sheet Irresistible We fool around twice a week, she make me weak Nice when she put her tongue in my cheek Not petite, baby got a large physique She take charge, take me where I dare not repeat I go ... like a hi-hat, plantin' kisses on your back You like that, Mrs. X, reputation intact Nobody in my block know we're like down like that And the next flat, one down from where I live with my mum And Uncle John, he ain't my uncle when it's been far too long But me and she been going strong, almost a year Wait 'til the coast is clear, I don't bolt for fear of getting caught Maybe we ought to start, maybe not For now, my baby gets all I got Boom, how come we always trash the room? Grab your coat 'cause you know someone'll be home soon And now you see there be a need to explain gently Why this mother of three is playin' games with me She's my baby (yeah) She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> she's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby she's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby <i>[Maxi Jazz]</i> I'm a slave to your outrage Rocket rocks give shocks, and a row cage Color-coded alloys, much noise, <i>[??]</i> poise Exalt enough to know the roots of old age Yes yes. Who got the keys to my RS As we goin' on a road test, hit the M4 and head west Forever impressed, with the sound of my two-liter We cover ground, engine singin' like Anita Baker And if I take a corner too quick you get sick, when I do my handbrake trick Watch me ride, me broadside's wide like a battleship Side slip, push, only hip, stick it in gear and get the gas uplift It never failed to bring a grin to the limb Baby's equipped me and she gone clear I got quick reduction on my understeer I been fairly and squarely described as hairy People say my baby is scary Look, you pays your money and you takes your choice I just love to hear my baby's voice She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby <i>[Maxi Jazz]</i> I roll up her position, everything's in position my friend's demonstrating ?? I listen for a minute before taking sides Sleep the eyes, on the limit, sit down and spin it like we do Every Friday, 'round my way where I play before we.. No alcohol is a rule My baby gets passed around I don't frown I love to see my friends getting down When it's just me and she you know it's never precarious But sharing with your buddies is hilarious Variously we argue and Disagree and get heated Have to tell my people that we see it and we start the anti-stress process 'Til there's a big mess of twigs and seeds to meet your needs ?? hello: clarity, mellow She's my baby <i>[Chorus]</i> She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby She's my baby <i>[2x]</i>, sweets my baby |
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This is my church
This is where I heal my hurts. It's in natural grace Or watching young lives shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies. Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends. This is my church (x2) This is my church (x4) This is where I heal my hurts. This is my church (x4) This is where I heal my hurts. It's in the world I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum. It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect, Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurts. For tonight, God is a DJ. God is a DJ (x2) This is my church (x3) |
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Maxi Jazz in background: ...wish he was a man
Pauline: Oh I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment Maxi Jazz in background: ...in a dream... Pauline: To be proud has never been so mean, so hard, so strange, so cruel Oh I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment Mmmmm, I've come a long way (5x) Touch the hem of his garment Dagger should be the tool of a clump. I'm a fool, you see Maxi Jazz in background: it's not... Pauline: Why should such violence, such pain hang between you and me When love should be a queen on her throne looking after her own I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment Two chairs, this table, one leg, in this house Seriously, I think we could be, Feel we could be, touched by the hem of his garment Pauline / chorus: Mmmmm, I've come a long way (5x) Touch the hem of his garment |
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I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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