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from Chris Rea - The Road To Hell (1989)
I was lost in the deep and darkest night
No direction, not a single hope in sight When I saw a fire burning brightly through The storm that raged above In the shadows of your warm and tender love I was a stranger to the land and life around In constant danger, being hurt by what I found And of hurting what I treasured most Foolish eagle never dove Till I fell upon your warm and tender love In the shadows of your warm and tender love Now I gaze in peace at the lonely sky That is raging high above Safe in the shadows of your warm and tender, tender love In the shadows of your warm and tender love |
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from Chris Rea - Auberge (1991)
You can feel your nerve endings
They've been dead before today You can feel them rising Feel them rising all the way You've got grease on your fingers oil on your face Happy completely chasing the pace Happy to find out even this late You're not a number There's a new sense of freedom Come banging on your door Deep down inside you You've seem it all somewhere before Somewhere in the past Somewhere in a dream It's got you completely And you know what it means Happy to find out even this late You're not a number There's a new sense of freedom Come banging on your door Deep down inside you You've seem it all somewhere before You've got grease on your fingers oil on your face Happy completely chasing the pace Happy to find out even this late You're not a number |
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from Chris Rea - Auberge (1991)
You can feel your nerve endings
They've been dead before today You can feel them rising Feel them rising all the way You've got grease on your fingers oil on your face Happy completely chasing the pace Happy to find out even this late You're not a number There's a new sense of freedom Come banging on your door Deep down inside you You've seem it all somewhere before Somewhere in the past Somewhere in a dream It's got you completely And you know what it means Happy to find out even this late You're not a number There's a new sense of freedom Come banging on your door Deep down inside you You've seem it all somewhere before You've got grease on your fingers oil on your face Happy completely chasing the pace Happy to find out even this late You're not a number |
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from Chris Rea - La Passione (1997)
I recall the fleeting glimpse of light
That smiled across a sky of darkest grey And a summer dress of cotton Gently moved in fields of green I tiptoed silently I tried to hear what she may say You must follow, You must follow What good is love that never sees the flame What good a re grey clouds that never turn to rain I doesn't matter She says no-one turns away And always chase your wildest dream Just to hear what she may say You must follow Oh you must follow What good is love that never sees the flame What good a re grey clouds that never turn to rain I doesn't matter She says no-one turns away And always chase you wildest dream Just to hear what she may say You must follow Oh you must follow Yeah you've got to follow You must follow Oh you must follow |
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from Chris Rea - The Road To Hell (1989)
I come home from work
I see my little girl She's crying on the floor She's been watching that TV This ain't late no, this ain't even dinner time To show them things on that screen What's wrong with you You must be evil Oh I know why you do it You're just looking for sensation You got a hold of something You tell us that it's news You don't have to show that stuff Can't you show us some respect You can tell us we don't need to see it We don't need those cheap effects You must be evil You must be evil I wish you were here You don't have to show that stuff You ain't fooling no-one You made my little girl cry I wish you were here We all know why you do it Sometimes you even slow it down You're giving out some bad ideas here I can't believe that you don't realise You must be evil |
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from Chris Rea - The Works (2007)
I come home from work
I see my little girl She's crying on the floor She's been watching that TV This ain't late no, this ain't even dinner time To show them things on that screen What's wrong with you You must be evil Oh I know why you do it You're just looking for sensation You got a hold of something You tell us that it's news You don't have to show that stuff Can't you show us some respect You can tell us we don't need to see it We don't need those cheap effects You must be evil You must be evil I wish you were here You don't have to show that stuff You ain't fooling no-one You made my little girl cry I wish you were here We all know why you do it Sometimes you even slow it down You're giving out some bad ideas here I can't believe that you don't realise You must be evil |
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from Chris Rea - The Works (2007)
You can go your own way
You can go your own way It doesn't matter what the others say 'Cos you can go your own way You can go your own way You've got a ring on your finger A chain around your heart and your soul Searching for an answer Looking for your own control Walk away from the leader Walk away form the books Walk away from the TV Take a long hard look And you can go your own way |
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from Chris Rea - Hofner Bluenotes (2009)
In the morning she brings music
Takes the dark clouds from my eyes Gives me something to hang on to When the cold wind fills the skies And you ask me do I love her Yes I do! You tell me she could leave me This love could make me cry All I know is I want it And I feel it deep inside So just ask me do I love her Yes I do! Tomorrow is tomorrow I just know about today In this great big world Would it be too much to see Little joy come my way So just ask me do I love her Yes I do! |
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from Chris Rea - The Works (2007)
Oh how I'd love it girl, just you and me
Take the day and fly But oh this job, it's got the best of me Tell you why, tell you why Somebody above is in a desperate state Some kind of urgency, the kind that won't wait I say tomorrow, he say today And the man in my head well he tell me no way Keep working I got eight little fingers and only two thumbs Will you leave me in peace while I get the work done Can't you see I'm working Oh, oh I'm working on it Oh, oh I'm working on it Well they're coming from above me And they're coming from below Yea they're in there right behind me Everywhere that I go And my buddy, he's screaming down the telephone line He say gimme, gimme, gimme I say I ain't got the time Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it Oh, oh I'm working on it Yea, yea, oh tell 'em How I'd love it girl, just you and me Take the day and fly But oh, this job it's got the best of me Tell you why Well they're coming from above me And they're coming from below Yea they're in there right behind me Everywhere that I go My buddy, he's screaming down the telephone line He say gimme, gimme, gimme I say I ain't got the time Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it Oh, oh I'm working on it Oh, oh I'm working Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it |
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from Chris Rea - Blue Guitars A Collection Of Songs Vol.2 (0000)
Well you chop the wood, you bring the hammer down
But when your work is done,well you’re chained and bound You get up next day, with your aching pain Well you take the whip And you start again Now you’re long gone, where you came from It’s the same song from way back home Days are so long, pray to someone Maybe white god Will take us home … Now you’re long gone … Your hear the sound in church Hear the white folks sing Maybe some sweet day You hear them church bells ring And your chains will break And the pain be gone See me dancing on a Sunday To a freedom song Yeah, you’re long gone,where you came from It’s the same song From way back home Days are so long Pray to someone Maybe white god Will take us home Days are so long Pray to someone Maybe white god Will take us home … Yeah you’re long gone … |
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from Chris Rea - The Road To Hell And Back (2006)
Well you chop the wood, you bring the hammer down
But when your work is done,well you’re chained and bound You get up next day, with your aching pain Well you take the whip And you start again Now you’re long gone, where you came from It’s the same song from way back home Days are so long, pray to someone Maybe white god Will take us home … Now you’re long gone … Your hear the sound in church Hear the white folks sing Maybe some sweet day You hear them church bells ring And your chains will break And the pain be gone See me dancing on a Sunday To a freedom song Yeah, you’re long gone,where you came from It’s the same song From way back home Days are so long Pray to someone Maybe white god Will take us home Days are so long Pray to someone Maybe white god Will take us home … Yeah you’re long gone … |
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from Chris Rea - Wired To The Moon (2006)
Sleep tonight little girl
Go right in through No-one can wake you now You're falling through your dreams Sliding down every beam 'Cos you don't know how Don't know how to hurt Don't know how to lie You just don't know how to do it You couldn't if you tried 'Cos you're wired to the moon You innocent light Will be shadows too soon Sleep little angel Stay wired to the moon Faraway in the night I saw my mother She was looking at you She said to me "My son Don't you wake that little girl Though I know you're wanting to 'Cos you're wanting to laugh And you're wanting to play Leave her in sweet dreams She may lose them one day Keep her wired to the moon" Like a girl I once knew She was once happy too Sleep little angel Stay wired to the moon |
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from Chris Rea - Auberge (1991)
It's a cold, cold feeling
On a real lazy wind That blows all the way trough you And the autumn begins How it cuts like a sabre How it chills to the bone You've got cold feet and fingers And you're thinking of home If I put my arms around you Take you in from the storm From your autumn through winter Darling I'll keep you warm My overcoat's empty Deep, wide and long I got room for you darling till your winter, till your winter has gone |
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from Chris Rea - Auberge (1991)
It's a cold, cold feeling
On a real lazy wind That blows all the way trough you And the autumn begins How it cuts like a sabre How it chills to the bone You've got cold feet and fingers And you're thinking of home If I put my arms around you Take you in from the storm From your autumn through winter Darling I'll keep you warm My overcoat's empty Deep, wide and long I got room for you darling till your winter, till your winter has gone |
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from Chris Rea - Driving Home For Christmas (2002)
It's a cold, cold feeling
On a real lazy wind That blows all the way trough you And the autumn begins How it cuts like a sabre How it chills to the bone You've got cold feet and fingers And you're thinking of home If I put my arms around you Take you in from the storm From your autumn through winter Darling I'll keep you warm My overcoat's empty Deep, wide and long I got room for you darling till your winter, till your winter has gone |
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from Chris Rea - The Works (2007)
It's a cold, cold feeling
On a real lazy wind That blows all the way trough you And the autumn begins How it cuts like a sabre How it chills to the bone You've got cold feet and fingers And you're thinking of home If I put my arms around you Take you in from the storm From your autumn through winter Darling I'll keep you warm My overcoat's empty Deep, wide and long I got room for you darling till your winter, till your winter has gone |
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from Chris Rea - Wired To The Moon (2006)
So you say that you are tired
And you wanna make a deal The way the see you turn Well that's not the way you feel Well I got news for you sunshine You may not understand You're living in a poker game And you've already shown your hand So if you can't stand up You'd better learn how to fall One thing is for certain Ain't no way out of here at all 'Cos we're winning Now we've ironed out the edges That your mother may have loved Or someone you may have wanted But you're now too way above 'Cos you're shining like a razor And we're all waiting just for you We took you up on what you said Now let's see what you can do And if you can't stand up You'd better learn how to fall One thing is for certain Ain't no way out of here at all 'Cos we're winning |
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from Chris Rea - Dancing With Strangers (2007)
Driving home from the highland line
We done some gigs on the Clyde and the Tyne They flew us in from a Hamburg strip The taste of Dusseldorf still on our lips And on the bus there is a friend of mine We go way back to the scene of the crime We sit up front and share a cigarette And try to remember what we tried to forget He say "Do you remember?" He say "Do you recall?" I say yeah I remember, oh, I remember it all Every time that cold wind blows Every time I hear that sound Late night trains shunting down by the river I remember windy town We come so far and we move so fast Making hay see it all go past Round the world and round again Up and down on that gravy train but every time that cold wind blows Every time I hear that sound The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone I remember windy town The freezing corners and the empty streets The burning passion and the cold wet feet Three tricky miles home every night Dodging from the shadows underneath those amber light No car for kissing and nowhere to go Except inside each other and I loved you so I held your face as you shivered in the rain Girl I'll always love you and I'll love you again Oh everytime, everytime Every time that cold wind blows Every time I hear that sound Late night trains shunting down by the river I remember windy town Every time that cold wind blows Every time I hear that sound The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone I remember windy town |
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from Chris Rea - The Works (2007)
Driving home from the highland line
We done some gigs on the Clyde and the Tyne They flew us in from a Hamburg strip The taste of Dusseldorf still on our lips And on the bus there is a friend of mine We go way back to the scene of the crime We sit up front and share a cigarette And try to remember what we tried to forget He say "Do you remember?" He say "Do you recall?" I say yeah I remember, oh, I remember it all Every time that cold wind blows Every time I hear that sound Late night trains shunting down by the river I remember windy town We come so far and we move so fast Making hay see it all go past Round the world and round again Up and down on that gravy train but every time that cold wind blows Every time I hear that sound The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone I remember windy town The freezing corners and the empty streets The burning passion and the cold wet feet Three tricky miles home every night Dodging from the shadows underneath those amber light No car for kissing and nowhere to go Except inside each other and I loved you so I held your face as you shivered in the rain Girl I'll always love you and I'll love you again Oh everytime, everytime Every time that cold wind blows Every time I hear that sound Late night trains shunting down by the river I remember windy town Every time that cold wind blows Every time I hear that sound The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone I remember windy town |
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from Chris Rea - Blue Guitars A Collection Of Songs Vol.2 (0000)
Oh I got me a wild pony
I sure can't stay on top Oh I got me a wild pony I sure can't stay on top Every time I try to pull her in She always throw me off Oh I got me a wild pony She's the type so hard to find Oh I got me a wild pony She's the type so hard to find If she done a rodeo She kick you off every time Oh wild pony Here she come now Me and my wild pony Someday I'm gonna break her in Me and my wild pony Someday I'm gonna break her in Gonna take her to the race track For sure I know she'll win Wild pony, come on wild pony |
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from Chris Rea - Blue Guitars A Collection Of Songs Vol.2 (0000)
These streets of tears
Are all that’s left to see Somebody made them Now it’s our destiny Down on the corner A cruel wind that blows Where the gentle smile was lost Nobody knows Nobody knows Now you can die out there By the company wall Nobody gonna help you If you stumble and fall No tell me who Who killed love Oh won’t you tell me Who, who killed love Don’t let this chance get away Why don’t you leave some Heat to say you passed this way They all looking for money They all looking to be Somebody who gets away Somebody who breaks free But they’re building their dreams On a broken old floor They can’t get one cent ahead Each single day a little more Everybody crying Everybody blue You try to find some kind of peace Before the night was through Building up the pressure Losing every day Jesus asked the question But they looked the other way So tell me who Who killed love Say a prayer for the lonely For the sad and the blue Say a prayer for me while your on your knees And I’ll say a prayer for you Say a prayer for the broken Say a prayer for the old Say a prayer for each other While we save all our souls No tell me who Who killed love Oh won’t you tell me please Who, who killed love |
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from Chris Rea - King Of The Beach (2000)
How does it feel
Now that you know What makes it work How far it can go Your innocent dream Didn't know how to play The game that was needed And now I hear it say Who do you love Who do you really love What are you thinking of At the end of the day What do you want What do you really want There's no question you want And somehow save the day And all those that don't really know See a bright sunny day But the glory that shone Like a sweet summer rain It rolls off you and dissapates Just as fast as it came Who do you love Who do you really love What are you thinking of At the end of the day What do you want What do you really want Who do you love Who do you love Who do you really love What are you thinking of At the end of the day What do you want What do you really want |
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from Chris Rea - King Of The Beach (2000)
How does it feel
Now that you know What makes it work How far it can go Your innocent dream Didn't know how to play The game that was needed And now I hear it say Who do you love Who do you really love What are you thinking of At the end of the day What do you want What do you really want There's no question you want And somehow save the day And all those that don't really know See a bright sunny day But the glory that shone Like a sweet summer rain It rolls off you and dissapates Just as fast as it came Who do you love Who do you really love What are you thinking of At the end of the day What do you want What do you really want Who do you love Who do you love Who do you really love What are you thinking of At the end of the day What do you want What do you really want |
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from Chris Rea - Blue Guitars A Collection Of Songs Vol.1 (0000)
When a griot sings his perfect song
I found the place where I belong What the griot sings I recognise That soulful tune that made me cry The story born inside his song I finally found Where the blues came from His music came from a distant land It moved and changed With the desert sand Upon the shores of hell his music froze And came to be what we all now know Where the blues come from A wise old man he told me this Where the pain you feel And the music kiss Melted down into a devil’s brew The sadness came and she turned it blue When you’re lonely You will know this song When it hurts so deep And stays so long Though its dark you know Where you belong Then you will know Where the blues come from |
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from Chris Rea - The Road To Hell And Back (2006)
When a griot sings his perfect song
I found the place where I belong What the griot sings I recognise That soulful tune that made me cry The story born inside his song I finally found Where the blues came from His music came from a distant land It moved and changed With the desert sand Upon the shores of hell his music froze And came to be what we all now know Where the blues come from A wise old man he told me this Where the pain you feel And the music kiss Melted down into a devil’s brew The sadness came and she turned it blue When you’re lonely You will know this song When it hurts so deep And stays so long Though its dark you know Where you belong Then you will know Where the blues come from |
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from Chris Rea - The Blue Cafe (2006)
She's 24, she's 25
She doesn't know what's true or lies Where does she go? Where does she go from here? He's 21, he's 22 TV crap is all he knew Where does he go? Where does he go from here? She goes to shool She stays at home Wherever she goes, she feels so alone Where does she go? Where does she go from here? They're 34, they're 45 They're so obsessed with the car they drive Where do they go she says Where do we go from here? Love is a stranger, with a silicon smile As you choke on your envy, down the magazine mile You must look, but don't touch You must but, but don't feel One day you will find out None of it's real Where do we go, where do we go from here? |
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from Chris Rea - Chris Rea (1982)
Me, I'm just running wild
Can't give you the advice you need this time You say of her, you can't decide And yet you sit and watch her cry Friend you're like the wind that blows Like the sea you come and go I'm not trying to tell you How I think that it should be 'Cos I know deep down inside That you're yearning to be free And you're only gonna think of No 1. So what am I to say No matter what you do you're gonna hurt her anyway When you know that your love has died And you know how you feel inside You've got to face up and show What you're feeling when you know Your parting words will be so untrue Just as long as it don't come down on you And you're scared to lay it on the line Just in case you change your mind I'm not trying to tell you How I think that it should be 'Cos I know deep down inside That you're yearning to be free And you're only gonna think of No 1. So what am I to say No matter what you do you're gonna hurt her anyway When you know that your love has died And you know how you feel inside You've got to face up and show What you're feeling when you know |
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from Chris Rea - La Passione (1997)
When the grey skies turn to blue
And the dark clouds blow away In the morning of a new life When the sun comes shining through When the grey skies turn to blue In the morning of a new life When the sun comes shining through When the grey skies turn to blue Meet me on a bright and windy day When the breeze has blown the grey skies far away High upon a hillside when the sun comes shining through And the grey skies turn to blue When the grey skies turn to blue When the grey skies turn to blue |
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from Chris Rea - King Of The Beach (2000)
He sits upon the empty sand
and gazes up to the endless grey The weathered face and battered hands Protest the soul that carried them so far this way The beaten skin is turning to a wrinkled smile And his eyes light up and give his soul away He said, I'm waiting for a blue sky I am waiting for a bright day I'll be there thru the wind and rain Don't care what anybody says I'm waiting for a morning bright that fills the day with all its clean bright light I'm waiting for a blue sky I'm waiting for a blue sky I'm waiting for a bright day I'll be there thru the wind and rain Don't care what anyone else says I'm waiting for a morning bright that fills the day with all its clean bright light I'm waiting for a blue sky |
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from Chris Rea - King Of The Beach (2000)
He sits upon the empty sand
and gazes up to the endless grey The weathered face and battered hands Protest the soul that carried them so far this way The beaten skin is turning to a wrinkled smile And his eyes light up and give his soul away He said, I'm waiting for a blue sky I am waiting for a bright day I'll be there thru the wind and rain Don't care what anybody says I'm waiting for a morning bright that fills the day with all its clean bright light I'm waiting for a blue sky I'm waiting for a blue sky I'm waiting for a bright day I'll be there thru the wind and rain Don't care what anyone else says I'm waiting for a morning bright that fills the day with all its clean bright light I'm waiting for a blue sky |
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from Chris Rea - On The Beach (2006)
Ain't it funny how you never can tell
It always seems to hit you when it's going so well A little knowledge is a dangerous thing Now it's lawyers-at-midnight and the learning begins Let's take a walk outside in the morning sun Here ain't working out no battles to be won Oh darling take a look at you and me We both love our freedom and we'll always be Two roads You can wait a lifetime for the hammer to fall Some folks get lucky they don't see it at all We were bound to drift away from the very first day one Two different journeys and neither was wrong Let's take a walk outside in the morning sun Here ain't working out no battles to be won Oh darling take a look at you and me We both love our freedom and we'll always be Two roads Two different lifetimes we just happened to meet Traded some good times on the corner of the street We were no more than strangers attracted to one And the same sense of freedom but we'll always be on Two roads |
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from Chris Rea - The Works (2007)
Ain't it funny how you never can tell
It always seems to hit you when it's going so well A little knowledge is a dangerous thing Now it's lawyers-at-midnight and the learning begins Let's take a walk outside in the morning sun Here ain't working out no battles to be won Oh darling take a look at you and me We both love our freedom and we'll always be Two roads You can wait a lifetime for the hammer to fall Some folks get lucky they don't see it at all We were bound to drift away from the very first day one Two different journeys and neither was wrong Let's take a walk outside in the morning sun Here ain't working out no battles to be won Oh darling take a look at you and me We both love our freedom and we'll always be Two roads Two different lifetimes we just happened to meet Traded some good times on the corner of the street We were no more than strangers attracted to one And the same sense of freedom but we'll always be on Two roads |
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from Chris Rea - Deltics (2007)
I can see him now, standing on a street corner
Pastel shades and a candy stripe parallel Good time love, oh that I'd been much older Go messing with the boys from the incrowd But all I could do was wish them farewell What's that strange music What's that fully rhythm They call it Blue Beat, but you can call it young love You can call it tamla dream Down at your local Motown machine I need to be loved Down at your Twisted Wheel And I can see that little stage All the hands up in the air Bombers and blues gonna see us through Got my new lime suit mohair With a single vent sixteen inch Got my two-stroke wheels outside We only need the High Numbers now And anything on stateside Down at your Twisted Wheel |
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from Chris Rea - God's Great Banana Skin (2005)
Say good morning this is your lucky day
Most of your problems they're gonna slip away Oh I'm gonna help you, I can show you the way So give me so time my friend and hear what I say You got too much pride, too much pride Drive yourself crazy, you got too much pride Take a look at the downside anyway that you choose Out here on the upside you ain't got nothing to lose Oh I'm gonna help you, I can show you the way So give me some time my friend and hear what I say You got too much pride, too much pride Drive yourself crazy, you got too much pride Too much pride it will drive you wild It will burn your soul, cut you deep inside Drag you down, get in your way So take a look my friend listen what I say You got too much pride, too much pride Drive yourself crazy, you got too much pride |
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from Chris Rea - The Blue Cafe (2006)
Somewhere in this crazy night
With all this noise, and all this light I'm out upon the crowded street I play the game and I keep the beat But I'm thinking of you And I remember the summer days Your strength and yet your gentle ways Now I'm back on the crowded street Through the darker days I keep the beat But I'm thinking of you Through all the grey, I see skies of blue I close my eyes cause I'm thinking of you And I pray to god, that what we had, We will have again someday So I telephoned to tell you what I'd hoped you'd like to hear me say I'm thinking of you |
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from Chris Rea - God's Great Banana Skin (2005)
There she goes, the one that I love
The one I've been waiting for The one I've been dreaming of There she goes, but she'll never be mine Wasted all of my chances Run clean out of time There she goes with the wind in her hair And a smile on her face She doesn't know what I'd give just for one moment To be in his place Anyway Take a look, there she goes Take a look, there she goes There she goes with the wind in her hair And a smile on her face She doesn't know what I'd give just for one moment To be in his place Anyway Take a look, there she goes Take a look, there she goes |
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from Chris Rea - The Road To Hell Part 2 (2005)
A sinner I may be
But I've just got to try My luck with you Secret smile upon your face So don't look down Don't hide your grace Let me find you Cos I can't get over the way You look tonite Blow me away The way you look tonite Tell me to go away It's allright I just wanted to say The way you look tonite The way you look tonite..... |
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from Chris Rea - Deltics (2007)
Standing in the half light, wondering if you can
There stands the priest of sinners, consolation in his hands Though he prays he won't need it, he keeps it by his side Waiting for the face up and the answer in her eyes All while the music's playing a backdrop serenade There's only one point of view To be doing the things, things that lovers should do Disco-queens in dancestep, moving face to face All tangled up in neon don't think it's some disgrace The blue western denim, the East Coats razor edge The European fashion, the leathers and re-threads All while the music's playing a backdrop serenade There's only one point of view To be doing the things, things that lovers should do |
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from Chris Rea - Blue Guitars A Collection Of Songs Vol.1 (0000)
Oh I moved to the sound
Of my father's shadow Always pulling on these chains Trying to break free Over the wall Into the darkest night Not knowing What was just ahead for me He used to say You got to know the way You got to do some schooling every day Son, I'm so scared, scared of what I see Oh you got to cool down or you'll end up like me Chasing the soul Of my father's shadow Oh I hear what they're saying What they whisper I know A chip off the block With a raging fire down below And no guessing, no guessing It's so easy to see Always punching at them walls Always trying to break free But I hear mama say Only trouble goona come my way Moving to the sound Of my father's shadow Mama say God help my child Mama say I feel he's running wild She say why why why Oh cry cry cry So well I know So well I know That raging fire below Chasing the soul, chasing the soul, chasing the soul Of my father's shadow Chasing the soul, chasing the soul, chasing the soul Of my father's shadow Oh of my father's shadow |
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from Chris Rea - The Road To Hell And Back / International Version (2006)
Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman By the side of the road With a face that I knew like my own Reflected in my window Well she walked up to my quarterlight And she bent down real slow A fearful pressure paralysed me In my shadow She said "Son, what are you doing here? My fear for you has turned me in my grave" I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich Myself to sell" She said "Son, this is the road to Hell" On your journey 'cross the wilderness From the desert to the well You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell Well I'm standing by a river But the water doesn't flow It boils with every poison you can think of And I'm underneath the streetlights But the light of joy I know Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows And the perverted fear of violence Chokes a smile on every face And common sense is ringing out the bells This ain't no technological breakdown Oh no, this is the road to Hell And all the roads jam up with credit And there's nothing you can do It's all just bits of paper Flying away from you Look out world take a good look What comes down here You must learn this lesson fast And learn it well This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway Oh no, this is the road to Hell |
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from Chris Rea - The Road To Hell And Back (2006)
Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman By the side of the road With a face that I knew like my own Reflected in my window Well she walked up to my quarterlight And she bent down real slow A fearful pressure paralysed me In my shadow She said "Son, what are you doing here? My fear for you has turned me in my grave" I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich Myself to sell" She said "Son, this is the road to Hell" On your journey 'cross the wilderness From the desert to the well You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell Well I'm standing by a river But the water doesn't flow It boils with every poison you can think of And I'm underneath the streetlights But the light of joy I know Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows And the perverted fear of violence Chokes a smile on every face And common sense is ringing out the bells This ain't no technological breakdown Oh no, this is the road to Hell And all the roads jam up with credit And there's nothing you can do It's all just bits of paper Flying away from you Look out world take a good look What comes down here You must learn this lesson fast And learn it well This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway Oh no, this is the road to Hell |
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from Chris Rea - Auberge (1991)
Time goes by
And every single tear It must have well run dry And the lonely nights Become a strange accepted way And the years go past Just like the old song says The pain with time has healed It could not last But oh a friend Like a fool mentions your name Sunny days, drunken nights You smile and say It's all right But oh the cold, cold rain At the mention of your name Forgive me please If I shrug my shoulders When I put my friends at ease As I get older It's not that I don't feel colder than before Oh I've become so good at hiding What I feel without confiding It's still the same At the mention of your name |
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from Chris Rea - Auberge (1991)
Time goes by
And every single tear It must have well run dry And the lonely nights Become a strange accepted way And the years go past Just like the old song says The pain with time has healed It could not last But oh a friend Like a fool mentions your name Sunny days, drunken nights You smile and say It's all right But oh the cold, cold rain At the mention of your name Forgive me please If I shrug my shoulders When I put my friends at ease As I get older It's not that I don't feel colder than before Oh I've become so good at hiding What I feel without confiding It's still the same At the mention of your name |
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from Chris Rea - Auberge (1991)
Time goes by
And every single tear It must have well run dry And the lonely nights Become a strange accepted way And the years go past Just like the old song says The pain with time has healed It could not last But oh a friend Like a fool mentions your name Sunny days, drunken nights You smile and say It's all right But oh the cold, cold rain At the mention of your name Forgive me please If I shrug my shoulders When I put my friends at ease As I get older It's not that I don't feel colder than before Oh I've become so good at hiding What I feel without confiding It's still the same At the mention of your name |
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from Chris Rea - King Of The Beach (2000)
I love the sun
I love the sea I'd like to think that you were here with me But people are seasons and seasons change I'd like to think that you are still the same Sometimes you made me happy Sometimes you made me cry But the memory of a good friend never dies Between the lines of an aging face omething special that you can't replace But people are seasons and seasons change I'd like to think that you are still the same Sometimes you made me happy Sometimes you made me cry But the memory of a good friend never dies And I see you standing by the harbour wall And I see you waving from the aeroplane Two hearts together laughing in the rain |
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from Chris Rea - King Of The Beach (2000)
I love the sun
I love the sea I'd like to think that you were here with me But people are seasons and seasons change I'd like to think that you are still the same Sometimes you made me happy Sometimes you made me cry But the memory of a good friend never dies Between the lines of an aging face omething special that you can't replace But people are seasons and seasons change I'd like to think that you are still the same Sometimes you made me happy Sometimes you made me cry But the memory of a good friend never dies And I see you standing by the harbour wall And I see you waving from the aeroplane Two hearts together laughing in the rain |
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from Chris Rea - Stony Road (2003)
Time to get up - make a move
Put the brain in gear - cut the groove Moving slow - with a smiling face Never look like you want it - 'til it's right in your face I'm the hustler - playing my favourite game Yeah I'm the hustler - everybody knows my name Well I can get all around you - while I think you stand still The way you tell me you won't - Let's me know that you will Last thing you tell them - is what you came here for The're never going to find out - 'Til you way out the door 'Cos I'm the hustler - playing my favourite game Yeah I'm the hustler - everybody knows my name You got to love the work you do - how long it takes Ain't important to you - Don't care what's in it Loving every minute - every minute every hour Every second of the day - little by little I see it coming my way I'm the hustler - playing my favourite game Yeah I'm the hustler - everybody knows my name ⓒ Chris Rea & Jazzee Blue/edel |
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from Chris Rea - King Of The Beach (2000)
Long shadows
Bright light That falls to the front From a darkness behind There is no end To this mountain top Inside these stones Only peace will we find Inside out We're all part of the stone That makes up the mountain And harbours the bones The bones of angels That showed us the way You can feel them at night While they sleep through the day The bones of angels The bones of angels Together we will be Forever we will see I see you And I see me And the bones of angels |
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from Chris Rea - King Of The Beach (2000)
Long shadows
Bright light That falls to the front From a darkness behind There is no end To this mountain top Inside these stones Only peace will we find Inside out We're all part of the stone That makes up the mountain And harbours the bones The bones of angels That showed us the way You can feel them at night While they sleep through the day The bones of angels The bones of angels Together we will be Forever we will see I see you And I see me And the bones of angels |
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from Chris Rea - The Blue Cafe (2006)
My world is miles of endless roads
That leaves a trail of broken dreams Where have you been I hear you say? I will meet you at the Blue Cafe Because, this is where the one who knows Meets the one who does not care The cards of fate The older shows To the younger one, who dares to take The chance of no return Where have you been? Where are you going to? I want to know what is new I want to go with you What have you seen? What do you know that is new? Where are you going to? Because I want to go with you So meet me down at the Blue Cafe The cost is great, the price is high Take all you know, and say goodbye Your innocence, inexperience Mean nothing now Because, this is where the one who knows Meets the one that does not care Where have you been? I hear you say I'll meet you at the Blue Cafe So meet me at the Blue Cafe |
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from Chris Rea - Blue Guitars A Collection Of Songs Vol.2 (0000)
Everyone tells me, everyone say
Nobody loses The American way Doctors and teachers So much they can do Food on the table And a future for you Sweet little angel, sleeping so still I got to run for the boarder now You won't see me until Your papa got a good job Got some money in his hands Tell your Mama what I'm saying She will help you understand So while I'm gone Pray that it won't be long We'll be together again On a shiny new day Living the dream The American way I met a guy on a corner I gave him all that we could He said get me a green card Mama's scared She thinkd he's no good I said this time it will work out Anyway it's all we can do 'Cos we live for your future That's why I got to get through So while I'm gone Pray that it won't be long We'll be together again On a shiny new day Living the dream The American way |
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from Chris Rea - The Road To Hell (1989)
At the first bell of the day
They rise up from where they lay And look down with the promise in their hands A promise to get out This ain't what it's all about There's always lots of reasons for their plans When that golden sun shines through There's always one more thing to do Just one more stab into the wishing well That's what they always say I'm getting out That's what they always say Ain't that just what they always say That's what they always say Just one more little thing left in my way That's what they always say Ain't that just what they always say I'm getting out, I'm holding on I'm hanging in, the time is wrong And every morning brings another reason A piece of cake, no lion share Just one more dice and you'll be there That golden bridge is just around the bend That's what they always say I'm getting out That's what they always say Ain't that just what they always say That's what they always say Just one more little thing left in my way That's what they always say Ain't that just what they always say Tomorrow is another day The money junkie fades away That golden bridge is just around the bend That's what they always say I'm getting out That's what they always say Ain't that just what they always say That's what they always say Just one more little thing left in my way That's what they always say Ain't that just what they always say |
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from Chris Rea - The Works (2007)
At the first bell of the day
They rise up from where they lay And look down with the promise in their hands A promise to get out This ain't what it's all about There's always lots of reasons for their plans When that golden sun shines through There's always one more thing to do Just one more stab into the wishing well That's what they always say I'm getting out That's what they always say Ain't that just what they always say That's what they always say Just one more little thing left in my way That's what they always say Ain't that just what they always say I'm getting out, I'm holding on I'm hanging in, the time is wrong And every morning brings another reason A piece of cake, no lion share Just one more dice and you'll be there That golden bridge is just around the bend That's what they always say I'm getting out That's what they always say Ain't that just what they always say That's what they always say Just one more little thing left in my way That's what they always say Ain't that just what they always say Tomorrow is another day The money junkie fades away That golden bridge is just around the bend That's what they always say I'm getting out That's what they always say Ain't that just what they always say That's what they always say Just one more little thing left in my way That's what they always say Ain't that just what they always say |
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from Chris Rea - The Road To Hell And Back (2006)
She was a good time girl
Everybody know her name Oh she was a good time girl Everybody knew her name She took off with a hustler Never been seen again He was a pool room genius Broken heart and a broken nose Yeah he was a pool room genius Broken heart and a broken nose Well, how he ended up in the chiller nobody knows That's just the way it goes So many saw it coming That dangerous path they chose Oh so many saw it coming That dangerous path they chose But ask anybody down on Maxwell They say that's just the way it goes Oh, that's just the way it goes That's just the way it goes That's just the way it goes 'round here, yeah Ask anybody down on Maxwell They say that's just the way it goes, oh yeah |
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from Chris Rea - Dancing With Strangers (2007)
There's a time and place everywhere I go
When the river meets the sea Somewhere between the gates of dreams And the turning of the key There's a cutting edge there's a real fine line And it's caught in come and go And you're leaving what you thought you knew To what you've come to know Oh when the twilight turns at the end of day And the angels kiss the moon There's a certain smile on a certain face And it could not be too soon There's a diamond sun everywhere she goes And there ain't no other way I am gonna dream tonight By the pale moonlight Till the morning comes my way I'm walking tall And I'm walking fine And I'm up there With that girl of mine And I'm standing in the twilight now Yeah I'm standing by her side Oh I'm gazing in that gate of dreams Underneath that midnight sky 'Cos there's a diamond sun everywhere she goes And there ain't no other way I'm gonna dream tonight By that pale moonlight till the morning comes my way I'm walking tall And I'm walking fine And I'm up there With that girl of mine |
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from Chris Rea - The Road To Hell (1989)
Catch a sight of long lost summers
Catch a dream inside your hands Take me where that lady comes from Take me to that far off distant land Rain comes pouring past my window Turns my sky from blue to grey I ain't never been to Texas But I sure gonna meet that lady One fine day When Texas smiles around my bedroom Who could ever turn her down Tears of joy roll down my pillow While cold north winds are blowing all around me But I don't care, my dream is westbound Far across that sky so grey I ain't never been to Texas But I sure gonna meet that lady One fine day She's my little Texas My little Texas |
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