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I punched the clock in at 35, I thank the Lord that I'm still alive, sometimes I find it hard to believe that my hearts still beating that I'm still on my feet,
I'm gonna give you, gonna give you a mission statement. I've been in a downward spiral for a very long, long time, I've been stepping over dollars just to pick up a shiny dime, The way I see it, it ain't gonna work, I'm kissing the past goodbye, I'm gonna give you, gonna give you a mission statement, I got no more patience, got no more time, I'm tired of following orders, sticking to the company line, I want to change the world and I'm starting with myself, a private revalation concerning everybody else, we're all just lonely people we're all looking for some help, too busy crunching numbers and fighting for ourselves, all it takes is kindness and a little love and care, and this planet that we live on can be a Heaven we can share, a mission statement. The tears of hungry children are falling in the dust, the scraps of a rich man's table could fill their starving mouths, while some they thirst for water others get drunk on wine, to some their lives a prison and they're out there doing time, I'm gonna give you, give you a mission statement, I got no more patience, I got no more time, I'm tired of following orders, sticking to the company line I want to change the world and I'm starting with myself, a private revalation concerning everybody else, we're all just lonely people we're all looking for some help, too busy crunching numbers and fighting for ourselves, all it takes is kindness and a little love and care, and this planet that we live on can be a Heaven we can share, a mission statement. Dick, Astley, Thorn 1998. Fishy Music Ltd., IRS music, copyright control. |
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We got 140 stations on satellite beaming on down to our home - but I'm watching you,
I've got half a million bills to pay, you never hear a word I say - I dream of you, Oh I feel so incomplete, Oh, Oh, it seems so incomplete, If we could only close the distance, If we could only cross these lines, If we could only fill the space that's grown between us over time, You don't hear me anymore, you don't touch me anymore, you don't know me anymore. There's a wedding dress in a suitcase full of memories in the attic - I think of you, Where the ghosts of Summer butterflies they gather in the dust - I long for you, Oh I feel so incomplete, Oh, Oh it seems so incomplete, If we could only bring those days back when there were never wounds to heal, when everything was perfect and the dream we had was real, You don't hear me anymore, you don't touch me anymore, you don't know me anymore. Oh I feel so incomplete, Oh, Oh it seems so incomplete, When there were never any questions over who or what we were, and the future only promised all the answers to our prayers You don't hear me anymore, you don't touch me anymore, you don't know me anymore Dick, Antwi, Millet (Fishy Music Ltd, Rondor Music Publishing/Marc Sher, Frontburner Music/IRS Songs) |
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There's a message that's been left in the long grass by a stranger who's passed this way before,
planted seed from which we reap a bitter harvest from his long forgotten war, I left my love in a grave and I marked it with a cross that will stand so straight and true, it's not alone in the shade of the valley, they're what remains of the ones we once knew, Walk with me my child but tread softly on this earth, keep a close eye where your feet they touch the ground, Watch out for the signs and heed what they say, One false step and all is lost, in the land of the tilted cross. They lie beneath the needles of the forest, in the fields where only shadows dare to play, washed down from the slopes of the mountains in the Spring when the snow melts away, So be sure when you go on your journey, carry sticks, mark the place where they are found, make a cross and be sure that it's tilted so that others don't step on this ground. Walk with me my child but tread softly on this earth, keep a close eye where your feet they touch the ground, Watch out for the signs and heed what they say, One false step and all is lost, in the land of the tilted cross. I left my love in a grave and I marked it with a cross that stands so straight and true. |
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--- "Faith Healer" (by Alex Harvey) Taken from the Fish Single "Big Wedge" ---
Faith Healer! If your body's feeling bad, and it's the only one you have You want to take away the pain, just go out walking in the rain You watch the flowers go to bed, just ask the man inside your head Your spirit never has to grieve, all you've got to do's believe The faith healer, the faith healer! All you've got to do is feel, your body's going to start to heal The fingertips of holy fire, everlasting sweet desire It never mattered what the doctor said, the healer man will sail away It's immortality for two, oh the miracles, they will come to you >From faith healer, the faith healer! Can I put my hands on you? Can I put my hands on you? The faith healer, the faith healer Faith, and hope, and charity, the simple relativity He can make you understand, all you've got to do, you've got to take his hand The fingertips of holy fire, everlasting sweet desire It never matters what the docotrs said, listen to the man inside your head The faith healer! The faith healer! Can I put my hands on you? Can I put my hands on you? Let me put my hands on you! Let me put my hands on you? Can I put my hands on you? Can I put my hands on you? The faith healer, the faith healer... [ALEX HARVEY] |
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With this right of passage, cruel twist of fate, with every turn of every card I never see,
until it's too late, the deed is done and leaves me wondering just where our love has gone I cannot say in honest truth that I still trust all my feelings for you. You knew that it was wrong, You think that saying sorry is gonna make it seem alright, Maybe in this song you will hear me for the first time and you'll start to see the light. Living with you is like being parked on double yellow lines waiting to be towed away, I'll pay the fines and I'll be back, but I'm running out of reasons to stay. You knew that it was wrong, You think that saying sorry is gonna make it seem alright, Maybe in this song you will hear me for the first time and you'll start to see the light. You knew that it was wrong, You think that saying sorry is gonna make it seem alright, Maybe in this song you will hear me for the first time and you'll start to see the light With this right of passage I reclaim my heart, I take my leave, as if on cue, I play no further part in your self-penned dramas, where each stolen kiss just goes to prove that happy endings don't exist. Dick, Simmonds. 1998 Fishy Music Ltd |
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