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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
I'm a Russian Jew American,
Impersonating African Jamaican, What I want to be is an Indian, I'm gonna be a cowboy in the end, I guess I bought a gun, 'Cause it impresses all the little girls I see, And then they all wanna sleep with me. Oh where did we disappear? Into the silence that surrounds us, And then drowns us in the end, Where are these people who impersonate our friends? Say come again, come again, come again. Into the dark Italian underground, With disco lights and disco sounds, And skinny girls who drink champagne, Then they take me on their knees again, And pull me up and out the door, To railway cars and tranny-whores, And mornings spreading out across, The feathered thighs of angels. Oh were did we disappear, To the silence that surrounds us, And then drowns us in the end, Will they try to push you out to keep you in? I say come again, come again, come again. In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue, In 1493, he came home across the deep blue sea, In 1494, he did it with the girl next door, In 1495, he barely made it out alive, In 1964, these sailors left me at the door, In 1970, some people got their hands on me, And I'm the king of everything, And I'm the king of nothing, nothing, And I am the king of everything, I am the king of nothing. Oh where did we disappear, To the silence that surrounds us, And then drowns us in the end, Where are these people who impersonate our friends? I say come again, come again, come again. Oh where did we disappear, To the silence that surrounds us, And then drowns us in the end, Where they try to get you out to get you in, And all these people who impersonate our friends, Say come again, come again, come again, Come again, come again. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
I'm always thinking, of someone new,
I'm never sitting, okay with you, There's always something, else on my mind, There's always something, I can't find. You think about anything you can, I think about you, I'll think about anything it's true. I'm almost perfect, some of the time, I'm also sinking, some of the time, I'm almost ready, yeah it's almost true, For almost anyone but you. You think about anything you can, I think about you, I think about everything it's true, true, true. I'm always sinking, beneath the sand, You're holding nothing in your hand. You think about anything you can, I think about you, But I'll think about anything it's true, true, true, True, true, true, true, true, true, true, true, true. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been,
Little pieces blowing gently on the wind, They have flown down California, they have landed in LA, Little pieces slowly settling on the waves. I'm one of a million pieces fallen on the ground, It's one of the reasons we say goodbye, We'll still come around, yeah we will come around. I have waited for tomorrow from December 'til today, And I have started loving sorrow along the way, And I am calling from some city and I won't be there too long, Well, I could wait and I could waste away, But what comes back is I hear you say we're gone. For all of the times that I go spinning up and down, When all of the things have died between us, Well we'll still come around, yeah we will come around. After I've been missing for a while, And you hear that summer's song, Haven't all the fading lines lingered on? What I know is, she's going, When you know it, it's all right, So you put yourself between you and your pride, If you wait for what's coming and you listen to her lies, Then she'll say the things you need to hear, And the only one who'll disappear is you. And one of the million lies she said, Is all of the things you love are dead, But I've seen what she thinks is love, And it leaves me laughing so we'll still come around. Yeah we will come around, When you're gone we will, we will, we will, We will come around, When you're gone, we'll still come around, When you're gone, we will come around. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Cowboys on the road tonight,
Crying in their sleep, If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand, And some promises to keep, Who wanted to change the world, What's as easy as murder? It's all headlights and vapor trails, And Circle K killers. And I know I could look at anyone but you now, I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now, now, now, now, So come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now, Come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now. This is a list of what I should have been but I'm not, This is a list of the things that I should have seen, But I'm not seeing the look in your eyes, As his fingertips lit on your neck and it made you shiver, I'm just turning away from where I should have been, Because I am not anything, oh anything, oh. The president's in bed tonight but he can't get to sleep, 'Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers, And I believe she loves you, 'Cause you never make her feel like anything, She said I wouldn't feel a thing, But I can feel, oh I can feel. And I know I could look at anyone but you now, I could fall into the arms of anyone but you now, now, now, now, So come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now, Come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now. This is a list of what I should have been but I'm not, This is a list of the things that I should have seen, But I am not seeing the look in your eyes, As his finger's unzipping your dress and it makes you shiver, I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see, Because I am not anything, oh anything, no. Everyone's in bed tonight but nobody can sleep, 'Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows, She says she doesn't love me like she's acting, But it's as if she isn't talking, 'Cause Mr. Lincoln's head is bleeding, On the front row while she's speaking, I said come on all you cowboys, All you blue-eyed baby boys, Oh, come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer, I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory, And Sunday comes to gather me, Into the arms of god who'll welcome me, Because I believe, oh I believe. And I know I could look at anyone but you now, I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now, now, now, now, So come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now, Come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now. This is a list of what I should have been but I'm not, This is a list of the things that I should have seen, But I'm not seeing you look at me, So please won't you look at me? 'Cause I'm not seeing you look at me, Oh I will make you look at me, Or I am not anything, Oh anything, no no no, no no no. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
She brings a friend so we won't have to be alone,
I fear I might lose my composure without warning, I am a child of fire, I am a lion, I have desires, And I was born inside the sun this morning. This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree, This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree. They say, good evening, when they don't know what to say, They say, good morning, when they wish you would go home, You open windows and you wait for someone warm to come inside, And then you freeze to death alone. This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree, This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me. She calls a waitress when it's time for her to go, And I know everyone's eventually leaving, I got a pair of wings for my birthday, baby, And I will fall down through the sun this evening. This dizzy life of mine is hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree, This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me, For me, for me, for me, for me. This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me, for me, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me, For me, for me, for me, for me, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Can you see me, up on the building,
From down on the pavement or out in the crowd, Can you see me through the glare of the lamppost, I'm walking a tightrope into the moon. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same things, Different now. Oh, could you see me, I'm one in a million, I am Icarus falling, out of the sun, Could you see me fall in the light of spotlights, And jackknife through night as black as a bedroom, And white as a lie. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same thing, Different now. Diving through the dark, While the night turns blue, Are you aware of your intentions, 'Cause I wear my intentions so clear. If you see me, wading through water, Oh, come drown in the river right in front of the world, Hey, you can wash your face and hands in the stream of my anger It's as bright as white paper, as dark as a girl. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same things, Different now. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same things, Different now, now, now. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Wasted time running scared,
When all a love needs is to be believed in, All those Springs come and go, Past like trains of boxcars leaving, But I would be lying if I didn't tell you the truth, They will leave you, they will leave you. So come now, let's go dance to the siren's song, Come now, leave your damage behind and gone. Some are lost to you. Wasted time running scared, All that I need is to believe in something like a Summer, And I know you need somebody just like I do, And all these foxes go down in their barrows to hide, They will leave you, they will leave you behind. So come now, let's go dance to the siren's song, Come now, leave your damage behind and gone, Just come now, lets go down to the dance floor, Come now, lose your mind at Le Ballet d'Or. Some are lost, some are leaving, Some are lost, some are leaving, But I'm not going at all, I'm not going anywhere at all. Some are lost to you. We've wasted time running scared, Now Autumn's fire is ashes on the breeze, And it spins away like dust on pearls, As Winter comes to usher in the evening, But all of these drummers go stand on the hillsides alone, They will leave you, they will leave you at home. So come now, let's go dance to the siren's song, Come now, leave your damage behind and gone, So come now, let's go down to the dance floor, Come now, lose your mind at Le Ballet d'Or, Just come now, come on let's get out while the getting's good, Just come now, there's no one left in the neighborhood. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Dancing like the night time down in Nashville,
But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run, I got a call to go, to a late night picture show, So I traded in the darkness and I'm already there, I'm already there and I'm trying, to make some friends. So if you see that movie star and me, If you see my picture in a magazine, Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV, Well honey, I'm just trying, To make some sense outta me. I left a lot of ghosts in San Francisco, And now you wanna say you see through me, Well, what you want to see ain't your memories of me, So I could turn around tonight, but I'm already there, I'm already there and I'm just trying, to make some friends. So if you see that movie star and me, If you should see my picture in a magazine, Or if you fall asleep while you're watching TV, Well honey, I'm just trying, To make some sense of Los Angeles. Boston gets cold this time of year, Seems like each day just leaves me numb, I gotta get outta here and go walking in the sun. Well if you see that movie star and me, If you should see my picture in a magazine, Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV, Well honey, I'm just trying to make some sense, Honey, I'm just trying to make some friends, But baby, I'm not trying to make amends, For coming to Los Angeles, Oh, Los Angeles. No more Boston, no more Nashville, no more Oakland, Oh baby, come on out to the city, Come on, take a walk down Sunset with me, Oh, we gonna get drunk, find us some skinny girls, And go street walkin' Street walkin' baby, oh, in Los Angeles, Street walkin' baby. Hey man, it's a really good place to find yourself a taco. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
A picture of Amsterdam, bare trees under glass,
Framed in the gray and white afternoon light, Of a winter long past, When I was a riser, to Dublin I'd roam, She was a bareback rider, some miles from home. Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me. She's a carnival diver, hung in the sky, Cutting through time like a memory, Strung on a wire, The color of anything, fades in the air, She is the film of a book of the story, Of the smell of her hair. Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me. When everything's over and everything's clear, When everyone's older and no one is here, I try to remember a girl on a wire, Tumbling and diving above Stephen's Green, Like a kite on the air. Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Oh come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Take a message to your head,
Just stay beside her in the bed, You were so stupid to believe in, Things you couldn't see then, Make them all you want. If you haven't got the reasons, Just make up any reason, Then picket 'til it's torn. Take it all away, You took your coat today, But they all go back, In the morning. Make a time to find your way, I got a little further today, Wash your eyes clear of anything, Just make them empty circles, Dress yourself in black, or grey, I'm hungry like a wild waif or only child, This lithium is heroin to me. It makes all withdraw, All the anger lost, But it all keeps, Coming back in the morning. You keep yourself too clean, You dig yourself a dream, That we won't be coming home alone. Not this time, Not this time, Not this time, Not this time. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Colored rubbers and a bedroom set,
I wouldn't know it, if it hit me, You take a little step and then it feels like love, I think I better get a little of it in me, Give me a kiss, I think it feels like love, Give me a kiss I think it feels like sunshine, C'mon baby, well light me up, I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind and. You think that you can do without me, I can't do anything at all, You think that you can do without me, But I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in anything at all. Your mother made you in a parking lot, My mother made me out of flesh and wire, Try to remember what you might forget, I try to remember everything, Try to remember so you don't disappear, Try to remember so you don't fade away, Your mother made you out of smoke and rain, Your mother made you in a fire that's faded. You think that you can do without me, And I can't do anything at all, You think that you can do without me, But I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in anything at all. I wanna touch you for the things I'm losing, I wanna touch you for my self-respect, Give me a reason or I might stop breathing, Give me a reason why I'm soaking wet, Gotta stop breathing 'cause the sky is falling, I might go out and watch the moon explode, Give me directions to the highway crossing, I'll go lie down in the middle of the road and. You think that you can do without me, I can't do anything at all, You think that you can do without me, But I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in anything at all. I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in, I don't believe in anything, in anything, And I don't believe in, I don't believe in anything, in anything, And I don't believe in, I don't believe in anything, in anything, And I don't believe in at all. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
I sold my piano, it couldn't come with me,
I locked up my bedroom and I walked out into the air, When nothing I needed was left there behind me, I walked out through the shadows of Washington Square. I wandered the highways from Dublin to Berkeley, And I heard the songbirds of Ballyporeen, But I loved like a fountain and it left me with nothing, Just memories of walking through Washington Square. Now I live in the shadows, where light is electric, And time is a number, that rests on a wall, And nobody knows me, my friends and my family, Are as far from this city as Washington Square. So cover this warm night in a blanket of starlight, And I'll follow this freeway out into the air, In case you should wander and wanted to find me, I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square, I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square, Washington Square, Washington Square. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Well you know I don't like you but you want to be my friend,
Well there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings, It's okay, I'm angry but you'll never understand, When you dream of Michelangelo, they hang above your hands. And I know that she is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again, And I can't see why you wanna talk to me, When your vision of America is crystalline and clean, I want a white bread life, just something ignorant and plain, But from the walls of Michelangelo, I'm dangling again, And I know that she is is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again. Saturn on a line, A sun afire on strings and wires, To spin above my head and make it right, But any time you like, You can catch a sight of angel eyes, All emptiness and infinite. And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed, I see god upon the ceiling, I see angels overhead, And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand, But we are never quite as close, as we are led to understand. And I know she is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking, walking, walking, And I know that she is is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again. Oh my my, oh lord no, yes she's walking on my skin again and again. |
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from Counting Crows - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings (2008)
Anything's hard to change but hey I got you down on your knees again,
You watch the sky, it's a pale parade of passing clouds that cover, The bed upon which we laid, in the dark and the memories that I made, Of a laughing girl but you're just my toy, And I can't stop playing with you, baby. If you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me. Coming along real good, But I still can't do most of the things I should, I watch the sky, coming down to bury me and, I can't stop this crawling out of my skin, I know that you see yourself flying in, out of the sky, Coming down to carry me but I won't come out. So if you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me, No you can't count on me. I watched all of the same parades, As they passed on the days that you wish you'd stayed, But all this pain gets me high, And I get off and you know why. So if you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me. So if you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's just one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me, Aw you can't count on me, No you can't count on me. |
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from Counting Crows - You Can`t Count On Me [single] (2008)
Anything's hard to change
But hey I got you down on your knees again You watch the sky It's a pale parade of passing clouds That cover The bed upon which we laid In the dark And the memories that I made Of a laughing girl But you're just my toy And I can't stop playing with you baby If you think you need to go If you wanted to be free There's one thing you need to know And that's that you can't count on me Coming along real good But still can't do most of the things I should I watch the sky coming down to bury me and I can't stop this crawling out of my skin I know that you see yourself flying in Out of the sky Coming down To carry me But I won't come out So if you think you need to go If you wanted to be free There's one thing you need to know And that's that you can't count on me No you can't count on me I watched all of the same parades As they passed on the days you wish you'd stayed But i All this pain gets me high And I get off and you know why So if you think you need to go If you wanted to be free There's one thing you need to know And that's that you can't count on me So if you think you need to go If you wanted to be free There's one thing you need to know And that's that you can't count on me Aw you can't count on me No you can't count on me |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
She had four white stallions coming around the bend,
Four strong angels at her command ascend, Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend. And I got four good reasons, why I, Can't go back there again. She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure, Carved by an artist, whose hand is demure, Got a mind like a sabre, razor sharp and sure. And god how I hate myself for, Still wanting her. Damn these nights of dreaming, vision soft and sure, Now I'll wait to find there's nothing left of me and her, Nothing more than a heart still at war. She had four white stallions coming up around the bend, Four strong angels, already sent. Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend. I got four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. Yeah, I got four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. And I got four more seasons for all, That's broken to mend. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Catch a boat to England baby,
Maybe to Spain, Wherever I have gone, Wherever I've been and gone, Wherever I have gone, The blues run the game. Send out for whisky baby, Send out for gin, Me and room service honey, Me and room service mama, Me and room service, well, We're living a life of sin. When I ain't drinking baby, You are on my mind, When I ain't sleeping honey, When I ain't sleeping mama, When I ain't sleeping, well, You know you'll find me crying. Catch a boat to England baby, Maybe to Spain, Wherever I have gone, Wherever I've been and gone, Wherever I have gone, The blues run the game. Living is a gamble baby, Loving's much the same, Wherever I have played, Wherever I throw those dice, Wherever I have played, The blues they run the game. Maybe when I'm older baby, Somewhere down the line, I'll wake up older, So much older mama, I'll wake up older, And I'll just stop all my trying. So catch a boat to England baby, Maybe to Spain, Wherever I have gone, Wherever I've been and gone, Wherever I have gone, The blues are all the same. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
All of the sudden she disappears,
Just yesterday she was here, Somebody tell me if I am sleeping, Someone should be with me here, 'Cause I don't wanna be alone. I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand, And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult, What a big baby, won't somebody save me please, You won't find nobody home. All of these quiet battered voices, Wait for the hunger to come, We got little revolvers and stupid choices, And no one to say when we're done, Well I don't wanna bring you down. I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes, 'Cause I know there's little things about me, That would sing in the silence of, So much rejection in every connection I make, Can't find nobody home. I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes, 'Cause I know there's little things about me, That would sing in the silence of, So much rejection in every connection I make, I wanna be the last thing that you hear when you're falling asleep. I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand, And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult, What a big baby, won't somebody save me please, I can't find nobody home. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
The gentleman caller in the blue suede shoes,
He don't know what to do, He just wants to look good for you, So he rushes in to tell you what he did today, But he can't think of what to say, I think you listen anyway. He wants to have a good time, Just like everybody, He doesn't want to fall apart. You watch him as he stutters over what to say, It's just a little game you play, It's no easier for you some days, You wish that you could tell him it'll be okay, But you feel a little shy these days, 'Cause everybody goes away. Oh, you just wanna have a good time, Just like everybody else, You don't want to fall apart this time. I can look into your eyes and see the mess we're in, Well darling, if it's shit came out, Then I suppose that it's shit went in, Even though I couldn't say, I've been the places that you've been, You know he made my heart real strong, Even if he made my head real thin. I wanna have a good time, Just like everybody, And I don't want to fall apart. Oh I wanna have a good time, Just like everybody else, And I don't want to fall apart this time, So would you please invite me in. Oh, I really love the red haired girls, I'm just another boy from Texas, C'mon and take a spin, Oh, I got a brand new set of wings. Oh, I really love the red haired girls, I'm just another boy from Texas, C'mon and take a spin, Hey, I gotta brand new set of wings. Man I sure do love them red haired girls, I'm just like all the boys from Texas, C'mon take a spin, Hey little girl I got a brand new set of wings. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
I was wasted in the afternoon,
Waiting on a train, I woke up in pieces and Elisabeth, Had disappeared again, I wish you were inside of me, I hope that you're okay, I hope you're resting quietly, I just wanted to say. Good, goodnight Elisabeth, Goodnight Elisabeth, goodnight, Good, goodnight Elisabeth, Goodnight Elisabeth, goodnight. We couldn't all be cowboys, Some of us are clowns, Some of us are dancers on the midway, We roam from town to town, I hope that everybody, Can find a little flame, And me, I say my prayers, Then I just light myself on fire, And I walk out on the wire once again, And I say. Good, goodnight Elisabeth, Goodnight Elisabeth, goodnight, Good, goodnight Elisabeth, Goodnight Elisabeth, goodnight. Well I will wait for you in Baton Rouge, I'll miss you down in New Orleans, I'll wait for you while she slips in something comfortable, And I'll miss you when I'm slipping in between, But if you wrap yourself in daffodils, I will wrap myself in pain, oh, And if you're the queen of California, Baby I am the king of the rain, And I say. Good, goodnight Elisabeth, Goodnight Elisabeth, goodnight, Good, goodnight Elisabeth, The moon, the satellites, Yeah well. Wouldn't you fall down on me now, Wouldn't you fall down on me now, Come, come fall down on me now, Wouldn't you fall down on me. 'Cause I'm all alone, you ain't coming home, You just settle down, down, down, in to bone, Yeah I said I'm all alone, you ain't coming home, We just settle down, down, down, in to bone. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
I said goodnight LA,
'Cause I'm awake in my room, I've been up for 38 hours, And it don't look like sleep's coming soon, 'Cause I could break like a bird, Or I could swallow the sea, It seems like the daylight is coming, And no one is watching but me, But I don't mind the dark, Discovering the day, 'Cause the night is a, Beautiful bright blue and gray. What brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough, And what brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough of love. And it's a dangerous time, For a heart on a wire, Shuttle from station to station, Noisily not knowing why, So I put my head on the ground, And the sky is a wheel, Spinning these days into things that I've lost, But you can keep all the years, But I don't mind the days, Gone rolling away, 'Cause all this sunlight feels warm on my face today. But what brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough, What brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough, never get enough, Never get enough no, no, Never get enough of love, Said I can never get enough of love. What brings me, brings me down now, is love, 'Cause I can never get enough of love, I can never get enough of love, I can never get enough of love, I can never ever get enough, I can never get enough of love. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
She sat right down on the sofa, I said,
Where have you been? I've been waiting for you, 'Cause last night I had something so good, These days get so long and I got nothing to do. I been hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town so long, I been hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town for way too long. We spend all day getting sober, Just hiding from daylight, watching TV, We just look a lot better in the blue light, Well, you know I gotta get out, But I'm stuck so tight, Weighed by the chains that keep me. Hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town too long, I been hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town for way too long, Well everybody twist. This girl listens to the band play, She says, where have you been? I've been lying right here on the floor. Well, I got all this time to be waiting, For what is mine, to be hating what I am, After the light has faded. Hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town so long, I been hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town for way to, way, I been hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town for way long, I been hangin' around this town on the corner, I been bummin' around this old town for way, Way, way, way, way too long, Way, way, way, way too long, Way, way, way, way too long, Way, way, way, way too long, Way, way, way, way too long, Way, way, way, way too long, Way, way, way, way too long. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
On certain Sundays in November
When the weather bothers me I empty drawers of other summer's Where my shadows used to be She is standing by the water As her smile begins to curl In this or any other summer She is something all together different Never just an ordinary girl And in the evenings on Long Island When the colors start to fade She wears a silly yellow hat That someone gave her when she stayed I didn't think that she returned it We left New York in a whirl Time expands and then contracts When you are spinning In the grips of someone Who is not an ordinary girl When you sleep You find your mother in the night But she stays just out of sight So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming And when you wake the morning covers you with light And it makes you feel alright But it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again You send your lover off to China Then you wait for her to call You put your girl up on a pedestal Then you wait for her to fall I put my summer's back in a letter And I hide it from the world All the regrets you can't forget Are somehow pressed upon a picture In the face of such an ordinary girl When you sleep You find your mother in the night But she fades just out of sight So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming And when you wake the morning showers you with light And it makes you feel alright But it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Again 4X It's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Again 4X And it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Go ask her to come around And see me late after dark Don't ask me to come around Then wait to see if there's a spark. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
When you disappear on me,
It's just like parades in the rain, Every time I see you, you just disappear again, Every time you're leaving I don't know what to say, I wanna see this whole town go away. So could you tell me, why you're leaving, 'Cause I don't know why it has to be so, Could you tell me, why you're leaving, 'Cause I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. All these ending love songs, Come into my eyes, But every time I see you, I'm alive, I'm alive. So could you tell me why you're leaving? 'Cause I don't know why it has to be so, Could you tell me why you're leaving, 'Cause I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Got no place to go,
But there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico, She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin, And if I bring a little music I could fit right in. We got airplane rides, We got California drowning out the window side, We've got big black cars, And we got stories, How we slept with all the movie stars. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drink my worries down the drain, And fly away to somewhere new. Hop on my choo-choo, I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit, If you dress me up in pink and white, We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight. She's my angel, She's a little better than the one that used to be with me, 'Cause she liked to scream at me, Man, it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drive this little girl insane, And fly away to someone new. Everybody's gone, They left the television screaming that the radio's on, Someone stole my shoes but there's a couple of bananas, And a bottle of booze. Oh well, happy new year's baby, We could probably fix it if we clean it up all day, Or we could simply pack our bags, And catch a plane to Barcelona 'cause this city's a drag. I may take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Flush my worries down the drain, And fly away to somewhere new. Take a holiday in Spain, Leave my wings behind me, Drive this little girl insane, Fly away to someone new, Fly away to someone new, Fly away to someone new. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Guess I think I feel alright,
You come circling through the light, The skyline baby, is bright tonight, One more perfect rendezvous, Sundown paints the shadows through, Daylight aiming on what we do. It looks like darkness to me, oh, Drifting down, into Miami, Miami. Can I say? I wish that this weather would never leave, It just gets hard to believe, That God sent this angel, to watch over me, 'Cause my angel, she don't receive my calls, She says I'm too dumb to fuck, Too dumb to fight, too dumb to save, Well, maybe I don't need no angel at all. It looks like darkness to me, oh, Drifting down, into Miami, She could pull the sun right through me, oh, Coming down, into Miami, Miami. Make a circle in the sand, Make a halo with your hands, Make a place for you to land. The bus is runnin', it's time to leave, The summer's gone, so are we, So come on baby, let's go shut it down, In New Orleans. Come on baby, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Oh yeah, come on baby, come on baby, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Come on, come on, come on, Come on, come on, come on, Let's go shut it down, in New Orleans, Oh yeah, come on baby, come on baby, Let's go shut it down. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Start tearing the old man down,
Run past the heather and down to the old road, Start turning the grain into the ground, Roll a new leaf over, in the middle of the night, There's an old man treading around in the gathered rain, Well mister, if you're going to walk on water, Oh could you drop a line my way? Omaha, somewhere in middle America, Get right to the heart of matters, It's the heart that matters more, I think you better turn your ticket in, And get your money back at the door, oh. Start threading a needle, Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room, Start turning the wool across the wire, Roll a new life over, in the middle of the night, there's an old man threading his toes through a bucket of rain, Hey mister, you don't want to walk on water, 'Cause you're only going to walk all over me. Omaha, somewhere in middle America, Get right to the heart of matters, It's the heart that matters more, I think you better turn your ticket in, And get your money back at the door. Start running the banner down, Drop past the color come up through the summer rain, Start turning the girl into the ground, Roll a new love over, in the middle of the day, There's a young man rolling around in the earth and rain, Hey mister, if you're going to walk on water, You know you're only going to walk all over me. Omaha, somewhere in middle America, Get right to the heart of matters, It's the heart that matters more, I think you better turn your ticket in, And get your money back at the door. Omaha, oh somewhere in middle America, Get right to the heart of matters, oh, It's the heart that matters more, I think you better turn your ticket in, And get your money back at the door, Oh, said Omaha, Sunday morning, I'm coming home today. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Just down the street from your hotel, baby,
I stay at home with my disease, And ain't this position familiar, darling, Well, all monkeys do what they see, Help me stay awake, I'm falling. Down on Virginia and La Loma, Where I got friends who'll care for me, You got an attitude of everything I ever wanted, I got an attitude of need, So help me stay awake, I'm falling. Asleep in perfect blue buildings, Beside the green apple sea, I wanna get me a little oblivion baby, Try to keep myself away from me. It's 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday, And it doesn't get much worse than this, In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle, Of these lives which are completely meaningless, Help me stay awake, I'm falling. Asleep in perfect blue buildings, Beside the green apple sea, I wanna get me a little oblivion baby, Try to keep myself away from myself and me. Well I got bones beneath my skin, and mister, There's a skeleton in every man's house, Beneath the dust and love and sweat that hangs on everybody, There's a dead man trying to get out, So please help me stay awake, I'm falling. Asleep in perfect blue buildings, Beside the green apple sea, I wanna get me a little oblivion baby, Try to keep myself away from me. Perfect blue buildings, oh, Beside the green apple sea, I wanna get me a little oblivion baby, Try to keep myself away from myself and me. Oh, in the perfect blue buildings, I can't keep myself away from me, Oh, in the perfect blue buildings, Said how 'm I gonna keep myself, How 'm I gonna keep myself away from me, Keep myself away, How 'm I gonna keep myself away from me, Keep myself away, How 'm I gonna keep myself away from me. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird,
I think of flying, down into a sea of pins and feathers, And all other instruments of faith and sex and God, In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to feed me, 'Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been crying , I've been thinking, And I am the Rain King. Well I said, mama, mama, mama, Why am I so alone? well I can't go outside, I'm scared I might not make it home, But I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in, If there's anyone at home at your place darlin' Why don't you invite me in? don't try to bleed me, 'Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been lying, I've been sinking, And I am the Rain King. Hey, I only want the same as anyone, Henderson is waiting for the sun, Oh it seems night endlessly begins and ends, After all the dreaming I come home again. When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird, I think of dying, lay me down in a field of flame and heather, Render up my body into the burning heart of God In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to bleed me, 'cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been dying and I've been drinking And I am the Rain King, Well I said I am the rain king, Well I said I, I, I, I, I yeah, Well I am the rain king, yeah. |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Got a message in my head
that the papers had all gone Richard Manuel is dead And the daylight's coming on I've been wandering through the dark now I'm standing on the lawn If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things I do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you Well it was cold when i woke and the day was halfway done Nearly spring in San Francisco but I cannot feel the sun you were sleeping next to me but I knew that you'd be gone If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things I do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you Take some time before you go think of monday's coming down and the people that you knew The ones that aren't around you've been fading day to day I've been moving town to town If I could give all my love to you I could justify myself but I'm just not coming through You're a pill to ease the pain of all the stupid things i do I'm an anchor on the line of a clock that tells the time that is running out on you [2X] |
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from Counting Crows - New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6, 2003 [live] (2006)
Staring out of his window as the world rushes by,
Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies, I dream of ballerinas and I don't know why, But I've seen Cadillacs sailing. And I was born on the shores of Chesapeake Bay, But Maryland and Virginia have faded away, And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today, So I am endlessly waiting. And the comet is coming between, Me and the girl who could make it all clean, Out there in the shadow of a modern machine, Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twinned, With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins, From where you think you'll end up to the state that you're in, Your reflection approaches and then recedes again. Yeah but the comet is coming between, Me and the girl who could make it all clean, Out there in the shadow of the modern machine, Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. Well I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives, Down the length of the evening to the carnival side, In a house where regret is a carousel ride, We are spinning and spinning and spinning and now. There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell, There's a girl in a basement coming out of her shell, And there are people who will say that they knew me so well, I may not go to heaven, I hope you go to hell. Yeah but the comet is coming between, Me and the girl who could make it all clean, Out there in the shadow of a modern machine, Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream, In his dream, St. Robinson in his dream, Some people are never quite what they seem, Oh come on baby, come on darlin', come on, Lets just get into my car and drive, Oh come on lets just get into my car and drive, Just don't always do the same thing over and over. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
A long December, and there's reason to believe,
Maybe this year will be better than the last, I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin' Now the days go by so fast. And it's one more day up in the canyon, And it's one more night in Hollywood, If you think that I could be forgiven, I wish you would. The smell of hospitals in winter, And the feeling that its all a lot of oysters, but no pearls, All at once you look across a crowded room, To see the way that light attaches to a girl. And it's one more day up in the canyon, And it's one more night in Hollywood, If you think you might come to California, I think you should. Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two AM, And talked a little while about the year, I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower, Makes you talk a little lower, About the things you could not show her. And its been a long December, and there's reason to believe, Maybe this year will be better than the last, I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself, To hold on to these moments as they pass. And it's one more day up in the canyon, And it's one more night in Hollywood, It's been so long since I've seen the ocean, I guess I should |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Blue morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone Curiosity Kitten Doesn't have to mean you're on your own You can look outside your window He doesn't have to know We can talk a while baby We can take it nice and slow All your life is such a shame All your love is just a dream Well are you happy where you're sleeping Does he keep you safe and warm Does he tell you when you're sorry Does he tell you when you're wrong? Well, I've been watching you for hours It's been years since we were born We were perfect when we started I've been wondering where we've gone All your life is such a shame All your love is just a dream Well I dreamt I saw you walkin' Up a hillside in the snow Casting shadows on the winter sky As you stood there counting crows One for sorrow Two for joy Three for girls and four for boys Five for silver Six for gold Seven for a secret never to be told Well there's a bird that nests inside you Sleeping underneath your skin When you open up your wings to speak I wish you'd let me in. All your life is such a shame All your love is just a dream Open up your eyes You can see the flames of your wasted life You should be ashamed And you don't want to waste your life baby You don't wanna waste your life now darlin' You don't wanna waste your life baby You don't wanna waste your life now darlin' And you don't wanna waste your life now baby, I said you don't wanna waste your life now darlin' You don't wanna waste your life now baby You don't wanna You don't wanna waste your life now darlin' Change I said I will walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine, I am feathered by the moonlight fallin' down on me, I said I will walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine, I am feathered by the moonlight Change |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand,
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many, Who would stand beside you now, Where'd you come from? Where am I going? Why'd you leave me 'til I'm only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. Every night these silhouettes appear above my head, Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper, Every time I fall asleep, every time I dream, Did you come? Would you lie? Why'd you leave us 'til we're only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed, Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book, And suck my blood, break my nerve, offer me their arms, Well I will not be an enemy of anything, I'll only stand here. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, take me away, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand,
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many, Who would stand beside you now, Where'd you come from? Where am I going? Why'd you leave me 'til I'm only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. Every night these silhouettes appear above my head, Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper, Every time I fall asleep, every time I dream, Did you come? Would you lie? Why'd you leave us 'til we're only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed, Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book, And suck my blood, break my nerve, offer me their arms, Well I will not be an enemy of anything, I'll only stand here. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, take me away, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand,
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many, Who would stand beside you now, Where'd you come from? Where am I going? Why'd you leave me 'til I'm only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. Every night these silhouettes appear above my head, Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper, Every time I fall asleep, every time I dream, Did you come? Would you lie? Why'd you leave us 'til we're only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed, Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book, And suck my blood, break my nerve, offer me their arms, Well I will not be an enemy of anything, I'll only stand here. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, take me away, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand,
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many, Who would stand beside you now, Where'd you come from? Where am I going? Why'd you leave me 'til I'm only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. Every night these silhouettes appear above my head, Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper, Every time I fall asleep, every time I dream, Did you come? Would you lie? Why'd you leave us 'til we're only good for. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed, Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book, And suck my blood, break my nerve, offer me their arms, Well I will not be an enemy of anything, I'll only stand here. Waiting for you, all my sins, I said that I would pay for them, If I could come back to you, All my innocence is wasted on, The dead and dreaming. I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, take me away, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
A friend assures me, "It's all or nothing"
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned. My friend implores me, "For one time only, make an exception." I am not worried. Wrap her up in a package of lies, Send her off to a coconut island. I am not worried, I am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions "Oh," she says, "you're changing." We're always changing... It does not bother me to say this isn't love. Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love. And I guess I'm gonna have to live with that. But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey, Or something in between, And I can always change my name If that's what you mean. My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing." But I am not really worried, I am not overly concerned. You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself To make yourself forget. To make yourself forget. I am not worred. "If it's love" she said, "then we're gonna have to think about the consequences." But she can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her and... This time when kindness falls like rain It washes her away. And Anna begins to change her mind "These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days," she says And I'm not ready for this sort of thing. But I'm not gonna break and I'm not gonna worry about it anymore. I'm not gonna bend, and I'm not gonna break. And I'm not going to worry about it anymore. It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..." But it's not all that easy, so maybe I should Snap her up in a butterfly net and pin her down on a photograph album. I am not worried cuz I've done this sort of thing before. But then I start to think about the consequences, And I dont't get no sleep in a quiet room and... This time when kindness falls like rain It washes me away. And Anna begins to change her mind. And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and, Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing. She's talking in her sleep. It's keeping me awake. And Anna begins to toos and turn And every word is nonsense but I understand and Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing. Her kindness bangs a gong, It's moving me along. And Anna begins to fade away. Its chasing me away. She disappears, and Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
All of the sudden she disappears,
Just yesterday she was here, Somebody tell me if I am sleeping, Someone should be with me here, 'Cause I don't wanna be alone. I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand, And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult, What a big baby, won't somebody save me please, You won't find nobody home. All of these quiet battered voices, Wait for the hunger to come, We got little revolvers and stupid choices, And no one to say when we're done, Well I don't wanna bring you down. I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes, 'Cause I know there's little things about me, That would sing in the silence of, So much rejection in every connection I make, Can't find nobody home. I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes, 'Cause I know there's little things about me, That would sing in the silence of, So much rejection in every connection I make, I wanna be the last thing that you hear when you're falling asleep. I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand, And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult, What a big baby, won't somebody save me please, I can't find nobody home. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
I never go to New York City these days,
Something about the buildings in Chelsea that kills me, Maybe in a month or two, Maybe when things are different for me, Maybe when things are different for you. All of this shit, just sticks in my head. Is there anything different these days? The light in her eyes goes out, I never had light in my eyes anyway, Maybe things are different these days. It's good for everybody to hurt somebody once in a while, The things I do to people I love, shouldn't be allowed, Something about the buildings in Chelsea that kills me, There's something about the buildings in Chelsea that just, kills me. Is there anything different these days? The light in her eyes goes out, I never had light in my eyes anyway, Maybe things are different these days. I dream I'm in New York City some nights, Angels float down from all the buildings, There's something about an angel that just kills me, But I keep hoping something will, Keep hoping, I keep hoping, I keep hoping. Is anything different these days? The light in her eyes goes out, I never had light in my eyes anyway, Maybe things are, maybe, maybe, maybe, Maybe things are, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, Maybe things are different, Maybe things are different, Maybe things are different, The light goes out, I never had light in my eyes anyway, Maybe things are different, these days. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Children in bloom cooking in the sun,
Waiting for a room of our own, Leave my sister alone, 'Cause she don't deserve this, She is a flower and I am a flower, And we are all alone. I gotta get out on my own, I gotta get up from this waiting, waiting at home, I gotta get out of this sunlight it's melting my bones, I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home. All these wasted dreams, Just waiting for the sun, To open up my heart to anyone, Bring me some rain, Because I'm dying, I'm dying, And I can't get this damn thing closed again. I gotta get out on my own, I gotta get up from this waiting, waiting at home, I gotta get out of this sunlight it's melting my bones, I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home. Where's the fun house this year? The fairground's deserted, And the skies don't seem as near, Nicole's my oldest friend, But the altar is empty, And she'll never be a little girl again. I gotta get out on my own, I gotta get up from this waiting, waiting at home, I gotta get out of this sunlight it's melting my bones, I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home, home. I can't find my way home, I can't find my way home, I can't find, I can't find, I can't find, I can't find, I can't find, I can't find my way home. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
I took the cannonball down to the ocean,
Across the desert from sea to shining sea, I rode a ladder that climbs across the nation, Fifty million feet of earth between the buried and me, How do you do? she said, hey, how do you do? She buys a ticket 'cause it's cold where she comes from, She climbs aboard because she's scared of getting older in the snow, Love is a ghost train rumbling through the darkness, Hold on to me darling, I've got nowhere else to go, How do you do? she said, hey, how do you do? hey, yeah. I took the cannonball down to the ocean, Watched the diesel disappear beneath the tumbling waves, Love is a ghost train howling on the radio, Remember everything she said, when only memory remains. How do you do? she said, hey, how do you do? Hey how do you do? she said, hey, how do you do? |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Get away from me,
Just get away from me, This isn't gonna be easy, But I don't need you, believe me, Yeah, you got a piece of me, But it's just a little piece of me, An' I don't need anyone, And these days I feel like I'm fading away, Like sometimes, when I hear myself on the radio. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me one thing you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? I remember me, And all the little things, That make up a memory, Like she said she loved to watch me sleep, Like she said, it's the breathing, It's the breathing in and out and in and out. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me the things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? You know what, I thought someone would notice, I thought ah, somebody would say something, If I was missing, well can't you see me? Come on color me in, Come on color me in, Come on color, come on, Come on come on, come on, Give me your blue rain, Give me your black sky, Give me your green eyes, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin. 'Cause I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? no, no, no, no, Have you seen me lately? |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Get away from me,
Just get away from me, This isn't gonna be easy, But I don't need you, believe me, Yeah, you got a piece of me, But it's just a little piece of me, An' I don't need anyone, And these days I feel like I'm fading away, Like sometimes, when I hear myself on the radio. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me one thing you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? I remember me, And all the little things, That make up a memory, Like she said she loved to watch me sleep, Like she said, it's the breathing, It's the breathing in and out and in and out. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me the things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? You know what, I thought someone would notice, I thought ah, somebody would say something, If I was missing, well can't you see me? Come on color me in, Come on color me in, Come on color, come on, Come on come on, come on, Give me your blue rain, Give me your black sky, Give me your green eyes, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin. 'Cause I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? no, no, no, no, Have you seen me lately? |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Get away from me,
Just get away from me, This isn't gonna be easy, But I don't need you, believe me, Yeah, you got a piece of me, But it's just a little piece of me, An' I don't need anyone, And these days I feel like I'm fading away, Like sometimes, when I hear myself on the radio. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me one thing you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? I remember me, And all the little things, That make up a memory, Like she said she loved to watch me sleep, Like she said, it's the breathing, It's the breathing in and out and in and out. Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me the things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? You know what, I thought someone would notice, I thought ah, somebody would say something, If I was missing, well can't you see me? Come on color me in, Come on color me in, Come on color, come on, Come on come on, come on, Give me your blue rain, Give me your black sky, Give me your green eyes, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin, Come on give me your white skin. 'Cause I was out on the radio starting to change, Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain, Could you tell me things you remember about me, And have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? no, no, no, no, Have you seen me lately? |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
HAVE YOU SEEN ME LATELY Have you seen me lately Get away from me Get away from me, this isnt gonna be easy But I dont need you Believe me You got a piece of me But its just a little piece of me And I dont need anyone And these days I feel like Im fading away Like sometimes when I hear myself on the radio Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change Somewhere out in america, its raining Could you tell me one thing you remember about me And have you seen me lately? I remember me And all the little things that make up a memory Like she said she loved to watch me sleep Like she said: Its the breathing, its the breathing in and out and in and... Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change Somewhere out in america its raining Could you tell me one thing you remember about me And have you seen me lately? I guess I thought that someone would notice I guess I thought somebody would say something If I was missing Cant you see me? Come on color me in Come on color me in Give me your blue rain Give me your black sky Give me your green eyes Come on give me your white skin Come on give me your white skin Come on give me your white skin I was out on the radio starting to change Somewhere out in america, its raining Could you tell me one thing you remember about me And have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
She comes to me at night when I'm sleeping,
She comes to me when I'm alone, She comes to me she holds my head when I'm crying, She comes to me she shuts my eyes, She brings me home. But I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore, No I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore. She tells me when you look at me, she tells me when you're lying, She tells me when you talk about me and she lays me on the floor, She tells me when you're whispering, she lies beside me naked, She tells me when you laugh at me and she locks all the doors. But I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore, No I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 am all alone again, But I've been through all this shit before, Spend my nights in self-defense, Cry about my innocence, But I ain't all that innocent anymore, more, more, more. I see her on the TV, I see her in the movies, I see her in these animals that dance beside my bed, I'll follow you down baby, down into this valley, Yeah I'll follow you down baby but I won't come up again. But I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore, No I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore. No I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping, no, no, no, no, no, no, Well I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore, anymore, I said rain rain go away, come again some other day, 'Cause I got all this shit to say, but I gone back to find my way, My sisters mothers favorite son lost among the chosen one, But I got news for everyone cause I'm going out the door. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
She is trapped inside a month of grey,
And they take a little every day, She is a victim of her own responses, Shackled to a heart that wants to settle, And then runs away, It's a sin to be, fading endlessly, Yeah, but she's alright with me. She is leaving on a walkaway, She is leaving me in disarray, In the absence of a place to be, She stands there looking back at me, Hesitates and then turns away, She'll change so suddenly, She's just like mercury, Yeah, but she's alright with me. Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds, For the things that die before their time, For the restlessly abandoned homes, The tired and weary rambler's bones, And stay beside me where I lie, She's entwined in me, crazy as can be, Yeah, but she's alright with me, She's alright, she's alright with me, She's alright with me, She's alright with me, She's alright with me. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Sha la la la la la la, hmm, uh huh,
I was down at the New Amsterdam, Staring at this yellow-haired girl, Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation, With a black-haired flamenco dancer, You know she dances while his father plays guitar, So she's suddenly beautiful, And we all want something beautiful, Man I wish I was beautiful. So come dance this silence down through the mornin' Sha la la la la la la la yeah, uh huh yeah, Curl up, Maria! Show me some of that Spanish dancin' And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones. Believe in me, help me believe in anything, 'Cause I, I wanna be someone who believes, yeah. Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales, And we stare at the beautiful women, "She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me." Smiling in the bright lights, coming through in stereo, When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely. Well, I'm gonna paint my picture, Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray, All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful, Yeah, well you know gray is my favorite color, I felt so symbolic yesterday, if I knew Picasso, I would buy myself a gray guitar and play. Mr. Jones and me look into the future, Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women, "She's looking at you. I don't think so. She's looking at me." Standing in the spotlight, I bought myself a gray guitar, When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely, I will never be lonely, son, I'm never gonna be lonely. I wanna be a lion, E-Everybody wants to pass as cats, We all wanna be big big stars, Yeah but we've got different reasons for that, Believe in me 'cause I don't believe in anything, And I, I wanna be someone to believe, To believe, to believe, yeah. Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio, Yeah we stare at the beautiful women, "She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me." I wanna be Bob Dylan, Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky, When everybody loves you, oh, son, That's just' bout as funky as you can be. Mr. Jones and me staring at the video, When I look at the television, I wanna see me staring right back at me, We all wanna be big stars, But we don't know why and we don't know how, But when everybody loves me, I wanna be just' bout as happy as I could be, Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird,
I think of flying, down into a sea of pins and feathers, And all other instruments of faith and sex and God, In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to feed me, 'Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been crying , I've been thinking, And I am the Rain King. Well I said, mama, mama, mama, Why am I so alone? well I can't go outside, I'm scared I might not make it home, But I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in, If there's anyone at home at your place darlin' Why don't you invite me in? don't try to bleed me, 'Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been lying, I've been sinking, And I am the Rain King. Hey, I only want the same as anyone, Henderson is waiting for the sun, Oh it seems night endlessly begins and ends, After all the dreaming I come home again. When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird, I think of dying, lay me down in a field of flame and heather, Render up my body into the burning heart of God In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to bleed me, 'cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been dying and I've been drinking And I am the Rain King, Well I said I am the rain king, Well I said I, I, I, I, I yeah, Well I am the rain king, yeah. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird,
I think of flying, down into a sea of pins and feathers, And all other instruments of faith and sex and God, In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to feed me, 'Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been crying , I've been thinking, And I am the Rain King. Well I said, mama, mama, mama, Why am I so alone? well I can't go outside, I'm scared I might not make it home, But I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in, If there's anyone at home at your place darlin' Why don't you invite me in? don't try to bleed me, 'Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been lying, I've been sinking, And I am the Rain King. Hey, I only want the same as anyone, Henderson is waiting for the sun, Oh it seems night endlessly begins and ends, After all the dreaming I come home again. When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird, I think of dying, lay me down in a field of flame and heather, Render up my body into the burning heart of God In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to bleed me, 'cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more. I belong in the service of the Queen, I belong anywhere but in between, She's been dying and I've been drinking And I am the Rain King, Well I said I am the rain king, Well I said I, I, I, I, I yeah, Well I am the rain king, yeah. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
This circus is falling down on its knees,
The big top is crumbling down, It's raining in Baltimore fifteen miles east, Where you should be, no one's around. I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I need a big love, I need a phone call. These train conversations are passing me by, And I don't have nothing to say, You get what you pay for, But I just had no intention of living this way. I need a phone call, I need a plane ride, I need a sunburn, I need a raincoat. And I get no answers, And I don't get no change, It's raining in Baltimore, baby, But everything else is the same. There's things I remember, things I forget, I miss you, I guess that I should, Three thousand five hundred miles away, But what would you change if you could? I need a phone call, Maybe I should buy a new car, I can always hear a freight train, Baby if I listen real hard, And I wish, I wish it was a small world, 'Cause I'm lonely for the big towns, I'd like to hear a little guitar, I guess it's time to put the top down. I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I really need a raincoat, I really, really need a raincoat, I really, really, really need a raincoat, I really need a raincoat. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
This circus is falling down on its knees,
The big top is crumbling down, It's raining in Baltimore fifteen miles east, Where you should be, no one's around. I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I need a big love, I need a phone call. These train conversations are passing me by, And I don't have nothing to say, You get what you pay for, But I just had no intention of living this way. I need a phone call, I need a plane ride, I need a sunburn, I need a raincoat. And I get no answers, And I don't get no change, It's raining in Baltimore, baby, But everything else is the same. There's things I remember, things I forget, I miss you, I guess that I should, Three thousand five hundred miles away, But what would you change if you could? I need a phone call, Maybe I should buy a new car, I can always hear a freight train, Baby if I listen real hard, And I wish, I wish it was a small world, 'Cause I'm lonely for the big towns, I'd like to hear a little guitar, I guess it's time to put the top down. I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I really need a raincoat, I really, really need a raincoat, I really, really, really need a raincoat, I really need a raincoat. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Gonna get back to basics,
Guess I'll start it up again, I'm fallin' from the ceiling, You're falling from the sky now and then. Maybe you were shot down in pieces, Maybe I slipped in between, But we were gonna be the wildest, the wildest, The wildest people they ever hoped to see, Just you and me. So why'd you come home, To this sleepless town, It's a lifetime commitment, Recovering the satellites, All anybody really wants to know is, When you gonna come down, When you gonna come down. Your mother recognizes, all your desperate displays, And she watches as her babies, drift violently away, 'Til they see themselves in telescopes, Well listen, do you see yourself in me? We're such crazy babies, little monkey, God we're so fucked up, you and me. So why'd you come home, To this faithless town, Where we make a lifetime commitment, To recovering the satellites, And all anybody really wants to know is, When are you gonna come down, down, down, down, down, down, When are you gonna come down. She, she, she sees shooting stars and comet tails, She's got heaven in her eyes, She says I don't, I don't, I don't need to be an angel, But I'm nothing, I'm nothing if I'm not this high. But we only stay in orbit, For a moment of time, And then you're everybody's satellite, I wish that you were mine, Wish that you were mine. So why'd you come home, To this angel's town, Well it's a lifetime's decision, Recovering the satellites, All anybody really knows for sure is, That you're gonna come down, That you're gonna come down. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Gonna get back to basics,
Guess I'll start it up again, I'm fallin' from the ceiling, You're falling from the sky now and then. Maybe you were shot down in pieces, Maybe I slipped in between, But we were gonna be the wildest, the wildest, The wildest people they ever hoped to see, Just you and me. So why'd you come home, To this sleepless town, It's a lifetime commitment, Recovering the satellites, All anybody really wants to know is, When you gonna come down, When you gonna come down. Your mother recognizes, all your desperate displays, And she watches as her babies, drift violently away, 'Til they see themselves in telescopes, Well listen, do you see yourself in me? We're such crazy babies, little monkey, God we're so fucked up, you and me. So why'd you come home, To this faithless town, Where we make a lifetime commitment, To recovering the satellites, And all anybody really wants to know is, When are you gonna come down, down, down, down, down, down, When are you gonna come down. She, she, she sees shooting stars and comet tails, She's got heaven in her eyes, She says I don't, I don't, I don't need to be an angel, But I'm nothing, I'm nothing if I'm not this high. But we only stay in orbit, For a moment of time, And then you're everybody's satellite, I wish that you were mine, Wish that you were mine. So why'd you come home, To this angel's town, Well it's a lifetime's decision, Recovering the satellites, All anybody really knows for sure is, That you're gonna come down, That you're gonna come down. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again Where? I dont know Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying Why? I dont know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like shes walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house Takes her clothes off Says shes close to understanding jesus She knows shes more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous Round here were carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here shes slipping through my hands Sleeping children better run like the wind Out of the lightning dream Mamas little baby better get herself in Out of the lightning She says its only in my head She says shhh I know its only in my head But the girl on car in the parking lot says man you should try to take a shot Cant you see my walls are crumbling? Then she looks up at the building and says shes thinking of jumping She says shes tired of life she must be tired of something Round here shes always on my mind Round here hey man got lots of time Round here were never sent to bed early And nobody makes us wait Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late I cant see nothing, nothing round here Catch me if Im falling |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again Where? I dont know Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying Why? I dont know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like shes walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house Takes her clothes off Says shes close to understanding jesus She knows shes more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous Round here were carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here shes slipping through my hands Sleeping children better run like the wind Out of the lightning dream Mamas little baby better get herself in Out of the lightning She says its only in my head She says shhh I know its only in my head But the girl on car in the parking lot says man you should try to take a shot Cant you see my walls are crumbling? Then she looks up at the building and says shes thinking of jumping She says shes tired of life she must be tired of something Round here shes always on my mind Round here hey man got lots of time Round here were never sent to bed early And nobody makes us wait Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late I cant see nothing, nothing round here Catch me if Im falling |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street,
Cross the water and home through the town, Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet, Pretty soon now I won't come around, I'm almost drowning in her sea, She's nearly fallen to her knees. Take the way home. Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street, Where all the bodies hang on the air, If she remembers, she hides it whenever we meet, Either way now, I don't really care, 'Cause I'm gone from there, I'm almost drowning in her sea, She's nearly crawling on her knees, She's down on her knees, down on her knees. Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street, Where I'm just another rider burned to the ground, Come tumbling down, I'm almost drowning in her sea, She's nearly crawling on her knees, It's almost everything I need, I'm down on my knees, I'm down on my knees, I'm down on, down on my knees, I'm down on my knees, I'm down on my knees. |
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from Counting Crows - Across A Wire - Live From New York [live] (2006)
I've gotta rush away,
She said, I've been to Boston before, And anyway, this change I've been feeling, Doesn't make the rain fall, No big differences these days, Just the same old walkaways. Someday, I'm gonna stay, But not today. |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi (2006)
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique And a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot They took all the trees And put 'em in a tree museum And they charged the people A dollar and a half to seem them Now, now, now Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey Farmer Farmer Put away your DDT I don't care about spots on my apples Leave me the birds and the bees Please! Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey now They paved paradise To put up a parking lot Why not? Listen late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi Took my girl away Now, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey now, now Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise To put up a parking lot Why not, They paved paradise To put a parking lot Hey hey hey Paved paradise Put up a parking lot I dont want give it- Why you want give it Why you want givin it all away? Hey, hey, hey Now you want give it Ah she wanna give it Why she givin it all away Now, now, now I don't want give it- Why you want give it Why you want givin it all away? Givin it all, givin it all away Yeah, yeah 'Cause she givin it all away Hey, hey, yeah Hey pave paradise Put up a parking lot Pave paradise Put up a parking lot |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi (2006)
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum And then they charged all the poeple twentyfive bucks just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT now Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot I say, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Oh, now, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Hey, steam rolled paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi (2006)
On certain Sundays in November
When the weather bothers me I empty drawers of other summer's Where my shadows used to be She is standing by the water As her smile begins to curl In this or any other summer She is something all together different Never just an ordinary girl And in the evenings on Long Island When the colors start to fade She wears a silly yellow hat That someone gave her when she stayed I didn't think that she returned it We left New York in a whirl Time expands and then contracts When you are spinning In the grips of someone Who is not an ordinary girl When you sleep You find your mother in the night But she stays just out of sight So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming And when you wake the morning covers you with light And it makes you feel alright But it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again You send your lover off to China Then you wait for her to call You put your girl up on a pedestal Then you wait for her to fall I put my summer's back in a letter And I hide it from the world All the regrets you can't forget Are somehow pressed upon a picture In the face of such an ordinary girl When you sleep You find your mother in the night But she fades just out of sight So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming And when you wake the morning showers you with light And it makes you feel alright But it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Again 4X It's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Again 4X And it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Go ask her to come around And see me late after dark Don't ask me to come around Then wait to see if there's a spark. |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi (2006)
Got a message in my head,
That the papers had all gone, Richard Manuel is dead, And the daylight's coming on, I've been wandering through the dark, Now I'm standing on the lawn. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Well it was cold when I woke, And the day was halfway done, Nearly spring in San Francisco, And I cannot feel the sun, You were sleeping next to me, But I knew that you'd be gone. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Take some time before you go, Think of Monday's coming down, And the people that you knew, The ones that aren't around, You've been fading day to day, I've been moving town to town. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, yeah. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. |
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from Shrek + Shrek 2 (슈렉 1 + 슈렉 2) [box, ost] (2005)
So she said what's the problem baby?
What's the problem I don't know well maybe I'm in love Think about it every time I think about it Can't stop think about it How much longer will you take to cure this? Just cure 'cause I can't ignore it if is love Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love oh oh oh Come on come on turn a little faster Come on come on the world will follo after Come on come on 'cause everybody's after l~o~ve So I said I'm a snow ball running Running down into the spring that coming all this love Melting on the blue sky Belting out sunlight Shivering love well baby I surrender to the strawbarry ice cream Never ever end of all this love Well I didn't mean to do it but there is no escaping your love oh oh oh little minds of night need with never alone never alone no no Come on come on move a little closer Come on come on I wanna hear you whisper Come on come on settle doen inside of my love Come on come on jump a little higher Come on come on if you feel a little lighter Come on come on we were once upon a time in l-o-ve Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally, I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love Accidentally, come on come on spin a little tighter Come on come on and the world is a little brighter Come on come on, just get yourself inside of my love I’m in love~ |
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from Shrek 2 (슈렉 2) [ost] (2004)
So she said what's the problem baby?
What's the problem I don't know well maybe I'm in love Think about it every time I think about it Can't stop think about it How much longer will you take to cure this? Just cure 'cause I can't ignore it if is love Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love oh oh oh Come on come on turn a little faster Come on come on the world will follo after Come on come on 'cause everybody's after l~o~ve So I said I'm a snow ball running Running down into the spring that coming all this love Melting on the blue sky Belting out sunlight Shivering love well baby I surrender to the strawbarry ice cream Never ever end of all this love Well I didn't mean to do it but there is no escaping your love oh oh oh little minds of night need with never alone never alone no no Come on come on move a little closer Come on come on I wanna hear you whisper Come on come on settle doen inside of my love Come on come on jump a little higher Come on come on if you feel a little lighter Come on come on we were once upon a time in l-o-ve Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally, I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love I’m in love I'm in love I'm in love Accidentally, come on come on spin a little tighter Come on come on and the world is a little brighter Come on come on, just get yourself inside of my love I’m in love~ |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi [single] (2003)
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum And then they charged all the poeple twentyfive bucks just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT now Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot I say, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Oh, now, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Hey, steam rolled paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi [single] (2003)
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum And then they charged all the poeple twentyfive bucks just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT now Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot I say, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Oh, now, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Hey, steam rolled paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi [single] (2003)
On certain Sundays in November
When the weather bothers me I empty drawers of other summer's Where my shadows used to be She is standing by the water As her smile begins to curl In this or any other summer She is something all together different Never just an ordinary girl And in the evenings on Long Island When the colors start to fade She wears a silly yellow hat That someone gave her when she stayed I didn't think that she returned it We left New York in a whirl Time expands and then contracts When you are spinning In the grips of someone Who is not an ordinary girl When you sleep You find your mother in the night But she stays just out of sight So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming And when you wake the morning covers you with light And it makes you feel alright But it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again You send your lover off to China Then you wait for her to call You put your girl up on a pedestal Then you wait for her to fall I put my summer's back in a letter And I hide it from the world All the regrets you can't forget Are somehow pressed upon a picture In the face of such an ordinary girl When you sleep You find your mother in the night But she fades just out of sight So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming And when you wake the morning showers you with light And it makes you feel alright But it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Again 4X It's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Again 4X And it's just the same hard candy You're remembering again Go ask her to come around And see me late after dark Don't ask me to come around Then wait to see if there's a spark. |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi [single] (2003)
Got a message in my head,
That the papers had all gone, Richard Manuel is dead, And the daylight's coming on, I've been wandering through the dark, Now I'm standing on the lawn. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Well it was cold when I woke, And the day was halfway done, Nearly spring in San Francisco, And I cannot feel the sun, You were sleeping next to me, But I knew that you'd be gone. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. Take some time before you go, Think of Monday's coming down, And the people that you knew, The ones that aren't around, You've been fading day to day, I've been moving town to town. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, yeah. If I could give all my love to you, I could justify myself, But I'm just not coming through, You're a pill to ease the pain, Of all the stupid things I do, I'm an anchor on the line, Of a clock that tells the time, That is running out on you. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
She had four white stallions coming around the bend,
Four strong angels at her command ascend, Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend. And I got four good reasons, why I, Can't go back there again. She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure, Carved by an artist, whose hand is demure, Got a mind like a sabre, razor sharp and sure. And god how I hate myself for, Still wanting her. Damn these nights of dreaming, vision soft and sure, Now I'll wait to find there's nothing left of me and her, Nothing more than a heart still at war. She had four white stallions coming up around the bend, Four strong angels, already sent. Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend. I got four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. Yeah, I got four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. And I got four more seasons for all, That's broken to mend. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
She had four white stallions coming around the bend,
Four strong angels at her command ascend, Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend. And I got four good reasons, why I, Can't go back there again. She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure, Carved by an artist, whose hand is demure, Got a mind like a sabre, razor sharp and sure. And god how I hate myself for, Still wanting her. Damn these nights of dreaming, vision soft and sure, Now I'll wait to find there's nothing left of me and her, Nothing more than a heart still at war. She had four white stallions coming up around the bend, Four strong angels, already sent. Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend. I got four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. Yeah, I got four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. And I got four more seasons for all, That's broken to mend. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
She comes out on Fridays every time,
Stands out in a line, I could've been anyone she'd seen, She waits another week to fall apart, She couldn't make another day, I wish it was anyone but me, I could have been anyone you see, She had something breakable just under her skin. American girls, all weather and noise, Playing the changes for all of the boys, Holding a candle, up to my hand, Making me feel so incredible. She comes out of closets every night, But then she locks herself away, Where she could keep everything from me, I could have been anyone you see, She's nothing but porcelain underneath her skin. American girls, all weather and noise, Playing the changes for all of the boys, Holding a candle right up to my hand, Making me feel so incredible. Little shivers shaking me every day, But I could get the same thing anywhere, So if she goes away, well, It's all right and I'm okay, Hey, she said, come back again tonight, And I said I might, I might, I might, She said well that's all right, If it's alright, if it's alright with you, Then it's alright, it's alright with me. I waited for an hour last Friday night, She never came around, She took almost everything from me, I'm going through my closet, Trying on her clothes, almost every day, I could've been anyone you see, I wish it was anyone but me, There's nothing but pills and ashes under my skin. American girls, all weather and noise, Playing the changes for all of the boys, Holding a candle right up to my hand, Making me feel so incredible. If I made you cry, please tell me why, 'Cause I'll try again if you let me try, American girls all feathers and cream, Coming into bed so edible. American girls oh, American girls, American girls, oh, oh, oh, oh, American girls oh, American girls, American girls, oh, oh, oh, oh, You make me cry, You make me cry, You make me cry, Yeah, you made me cry, You make me cry, Hey, miss American girl, oh, Oh, oh, yeah. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
She comes out on Fridays every time,
Stands out in a line, I could've been anyone she'd seen, She waits another week to fall apart, She couldn't make another day, I wish it was anyone but me, I could have been anyone you see, She had something breakable just under her skin. American girls, all weather and noise, Playing the changes for all of the boys, Holding a candle, up to my hand, Making me feel so incredible. She comes out of closets every night, But then she locks herself away, Where she could keep everything from me, I could have been anyone you see, She's nothing but porcelain underneath her skin. American girls, all weather and noise, Playing the changes for all of the boys, Holding a candle right up to my hand, Making me feel so incredible. Little shivers shaking me every day, But I could get the same thing anywhere, So if she goes away, well, It's all right and I'm okay, Hey, she said, come back again tonight, And I said I might, I might, I might, She said well that's all right, If it's alright, if it's alright with you, Then it's alright, it's alright with me. I waited for an hour last Friday night, She never came around, She took almost everything from me, I'm going through my closet, Trying on her clothes, almost every day, I could've been anyone you see, I wish it was anyone but me, There's nothing but pills and ashes under my skin. American girls, all weather and noise, Playing the changes for all of the boys, Holding a candle right up to my hand, Making me feel so incredible. If I made you cry, please tell me why, 'Cause I'll try again if you let me try, American girls all feathers and cream, Coming into bed so edible. American girls oh, American girls, American girls, oh, oh, oh, oh, American girls oh, American girls, American girls, oh, oh, oh, oh, You make me cry, You make me cry, You make me cry, Yeah, you made me cry, You make me cry, Hey, miss American girl, oh, Oh, oh, yeah. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum And then they charged all the poeple twentyfive bucks just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT now Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot I say, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Oh, now, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Hey, steam rolled paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
They paved paradise And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique And a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot They took all the trees And put 'em in a tree museum And they charged the people A dollar and a half to seem them Now, now, now Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey Farmer Farmer Put away your DDT I don't care about spots on my apples Leave me the birds and the bees Please! Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey now They paved paradise To put up a parking lot Why not? Listen late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi Took my girl away Now, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey now, now Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise To put up a parking lot Why not, They paved paradise To put a parking lot Hey hey hey Paved paradise Put up a parking lot I dont want give it- Why you want give it Why you want givin it all away? Hey, hey, hey Now you want give it Ah she wanna give it Why she givin it all away Now, now, now I don't want give it- Why you want give it Why you want givin it all away? Givin it all, givin it all away Yeah, yeah 'Cause she givin it all away Hey, hey, yeah Hey pave paradise Put up a parking lot Pave paradise Put up a parking lot
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Fading everything to black and blue,
You look a lot like you'd, Shatter in the blink of an eye, But you keep sailing right on through, Every time you say you're learning, You just look a lot like me, Pale under the blistering sky, White and red, black and blue. You've been waiting a long time, You've been waiting a long time, To fall down on your knees, Cut your hands, Cut yourself until you bleed, But fall asleep next to me. Wait for everyone to go away, And in a dimly lit, Room where you got nothing to hide, Say your goodbyes, Tell yourself we'll read, A note that says, I'm sorry everyone, I'm tired of feeling nothing, goodbye, Wash your face, dry your eyes, oh. 'Cause you've been waiting a long time, You've been waiting a long, long time, To fall down on your knees, Cut your hands, Cut yourself until you bleed, But fall asleep next to me. And have a dream I'm falling down, On my face, I scrape my knees, I scrape my hands until they bleed, Cause you're fast asleep next to me. Next to me, next to me, next to me. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Fading everything to black and blue,
You look a lot like you'd, Shatter in the blink of an eye, But you keep sailing right on through, Every time you say you're learning, You just look a lot like me, Pale under the blistering sky, White and red, black and blue. You've been waiting a long time, You've been waiting a long time, To fall down on your knees, Cut your hands, Cut yourself until you bleed, But fall asleep next to me. Wait for everyone to go away, And in a dimly lit, Room where you got nothing to hide, Say your goodbyes, Tell yourself we'll read, A note that says, I'm sorry everyone, I'm tired of feeling nothing, goodbye, Wash your face, dry your eyes, oh. 'Cause you've been waiting a long time, You've been waiting a long, long time, To fall down on your knees, Cut your hands, Cut yourself until you bleed, But fall asleep next to me. And have a dream I'm falling down, On my face, I scrape my knees, I scrape my hands until they bleed, Cause you're fast asleep next to me. Next to me, next to me, next to me. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Maryann you're better than the world
They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl I had a lot of girlfriends I should have known them Click your heels and count back from three Do you want to go back You should have known that The butterfly in reverse here is me Maryann you're better than the world They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl Where'd you want to go to with nothing beside you But webbing and curfews and rain And everything that hurts you Gets stuffed up inside you Like butterflies with wings or other perfect things We go swimming in the sunshine Dangling from clotheslines Seperate and fall into me And did you ever see me Me absolutely Me but all you but still me Maryann you're better than the world They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl did alot of things right on this [2X] did alot of things right on this girl |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
Maryann you're better than the world
They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl I had a lot of girlfriends I should have known them Click your heels and count back from three Do you want to go back You should have known that The butterfly in reverse here is me Maryann you're better than the world They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl Where'd you want to go to with nothing beside you But webbing and curfews and rain And everything that hurts you Gets stuffed up inside you Like butterflies with wings or other perfect things We go swimming in the sunshine Dangling from clotheslines Seperate and fall into me And did you ever see me Me absolutely Me but all you but still me Maryann you're better than the world They took a lot of time getting it right on this girl I said Maryann you're better than the world They did a lot of things right on this girl did alot of things right on this [2X] did alot of things right on this girl |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
If anything, it should have been a better thing,
From underneath you staring at the ceiling, There's another world of chocolate bars and baseball cards, That hides inside of all this tension that I'm feeling. But it's all inside of you, Yeah it's all inside of you. Surprise, surprise, I miss your hair, You miss my eyes and all this solitude is my confidence eroding, So we slide inside of someone's mouth and someone's eyes, Until there's a sound of something intimate exploding. But it's all inside of you, Yeah it's all inside of you, Oh it's all inside of you, Yeah it's all inside of you. I wish that I was anaesthetized and sterilized and then, We wouldn't have this evidence congealing, Surprise, surprise, another pair of lips and eyes, And that is the consequence of actually feeling. It was all inside of you, It was all inside of you, It was all inside of you, It was all inside of you. |
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
If anything, it should have been a better thing,
From underneath you staring at the ceiling, There's another world of chocolate bars and baseball cards, That hides inside of all this tension that I'm feeling. But it's all inside of you, Yeah it's all inside of you. Surprise, surprise, I miss your hair, You miss my eyes and all this solitude is my confidence eroding, So we slide inside of someone's mouth and someone's eyes, Until there's a sound of something intimate exploding. But it's all inside of you, Yeah it's all inside of you, Oh it's all inside of you, Yeah it's all inside of you. I wish that I was anaesthetized and sterilized and then, We wouldn't have this evidence congealing, Surprise, surprise, another pair of lips and eyes, And that is the consequence of actually feeling. It was all inside of you, It was all inside of you, It was all inside of you, It was all inside of you. |