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from Austin Powers 3 (오스틴 파워 3) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2002)
I've been holding out so long
I've been sleeping all alone Lord I miss you I've been hanging on the phone I've been sleeping all alone I want to kiss you Sometimes Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh Well, I've been haunted in my sleep You've been starring in my dreams Lord I miss you child I've been waiting in the hall Been waiting on your call When the phone rings It's just some friends of mine that say, "Hey, what's the matter man? We're gonna come around at twelve With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you. We're gonna bring a case of wine Hey, let's go mess and fool around You know, like we used to" Yeah, we're gonna do ??? You know we'll go mess and fool around Hey man, what's with you Yeah, you've been striked off for too long You know, girls would come and go Let it start because I say I ain't be staying too long You know ??? I say well well well well Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Oh everybody waits so long Oh baby why you wait so long Won't you come on! Come on! I've been walking in Central Park Singing after dark People think I'm crazy I've been stumbling on my feet Shuffling through the street Asking people, "What's the matter with you boy?" Sometimes I want to say to myself Sometimes I say Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh I won't miss you child I guess I'm lying to myself It's just you and no one else Lord I won't miss you child You've been blotting out my mind Fooling on my time No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah |
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from Moonlight Mile (문라이트 마일) by Mark Isham [ost] (2002)
When the wind blows and the rain feels cold With a head full of snow With a head full of snow In the window there's a face you know Don't the nights pass slow Don't the nights pass slow The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind Just another mad mad day on the road I am just living to be dying by your side But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes Gonna warm my bones Gonna warm my bones I got silence on my radio Let the air waves flow Let the air waves flow Oh I'm sleeping under strange strange skies Just another mad mad day on the road My dreams is fading down the railway line I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road I'm hiding sister and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm hiding baby and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm riding down you moonlight mile Let it go now, come on up babe Yeah, let it go now Yeah, flow now baby Yeah move on now yeah Yeah, I'm coming home 'Cause, I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road Down the road, down the road |
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from The Rolling Stones 20집 - Undercover (1983)
You're deaf to it, blind to it
It's like a thunderclap Feel the prickles running Up and down your back Why so divine, the pain of love You have to work at it, stay with it Pay for it, bust your ass Lie for it, cheat for it Forget about your past Why so divine, the pain of love You dream of it passionate You get a rise from it Feel the hot cum Dripping on your thighs from it Why why so divine, the pain of love Sometimes you crave for it, cry for it Women will die for it Looking back, cut the crap Was it really worth the rap? It's hard to survive the pain of love Ooh I need a time out Time to make my mind up Substitute a line out I'll be back next season with a bang No release from the jail No parole, no bail Hard labor, fifty lashes Hard labor, money splashes It's hard to survive the pain of love The old maid is roughing up Applying final touches Even though she's late for the dance I tell you tonight she's really gonna have a ball She's gonna really tie me up She's gonna really tie me up She's gonna really tie me up She's gonna really tie me up She's gonna really tie me up She's gonna really tie me up Why so divine the pain of love Don't hurt me, don't hurt me Don't hurt me, don't hurt me Why so divine the pain of love That's what they call it: the pain of love Tie me up, tie me up, tie me up, tie me up Why do divine, the pain of love Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me |
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from The Rolling Stones 10집 - Beggars Banquet (1968)
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" When after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached Bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down |
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from The Rolling Stones 10집 - Beggars Banquet (1968)
There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep
Tryin' to waste his time With his methylated sandwich He's a walking clothesline And here comes the bishop's daughter On the other side She looks a trifle jealous She's been an outcast all her life Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do my jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore Oh the gangster looks so fright'ning With his luger in his hand When he gets home to his children He's a family man But when it comes to the nitty-gritty He can shove in his knife Yes he really looks quite religious He's been an outlaw all his life Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore Oh the singer, he looks angry At being thrown to the lions And the bass player, he looks nervous About the girls outside And the drummer, he's so shattered Trying to keep on time And the guitar players look damaged They've been outcasts all thier lives Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore Oh, there's twenty-thousand grandmas Wave their hankies in the air All burning up their pensions And shouting, "It's not fair!" There's a regiment of soldiers Standing looking on And the queen is bravely shouting, "What the hell is going on?" With a blood-curdling "tally-ho" She charged into the ranks And blessed all those grandmas who With their dying breaths screamed, "Thanks!" Me, I'm just waiting so patiently With my woman on the floor We're just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore |
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from The Rolling Stones 10집 - Beggars Banquet (1968)
Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy But what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's just no place for a street fighting man No Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution 'Cauce where I live the game to play is compromise solution Well, then what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's no place for a street fighting man No Hey! Said my name is called disturbance I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants Well, what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's no place for a street fighting man No |
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from The Rolling Stones 10집 - Beggars Banquet (1968)
Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road
Started down the road Took all he had and started down the road Going out in this world, where God only knows And that'll be the way to get along Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land Famine come in the land Spent all he had and famine come in the land Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man" And that'll be the way I'll get along Well, man said, "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine For to feed my swine I'll give you a job for to feed my swine" Boy stood there and hung his head and cried `Cause that is no way to get along Said, "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home Believe I'll go back home Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home Or down the road as far as I can go" And that'll be the way to get along Well, father said, "See my son coming home to me Coming home to me" Father ran and fell down on his knees Said, "Sing and praise, Lord have mercy on me" Mercy Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried Hung his head and cried Poor boy stood and hung his head and cried Said, "Father will you look on me as a child?" Yeah Well father said, "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf, Call the family round Kill that calf and call the family round My son was lost but now he is found 'Cause that's the way for us to get along" Hey |
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from The Rolling Stones 10집 - Beggars Banquet (1968)
I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
I know you're no scare-eyed honey. There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs But it's no hanging matter It's no capital crime I can see that you're fifteen years old No I don't want your I.D. You look so rest-less and you're so far from home But it's no hanging matter It's no capital crime Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat Bet your mama don't know you scream like that I bet your mother don't know you can spit like that. You look so weird and you're so far from home But you don't really miss your mother Don't look so scared I'm no mad-brained bear But it's no hanging matter It's no capital crime Oh, yeah Woo! I bet your mama don't know that you scatch like that I bet she don't know you can bite like that. You say you got a friend, that she's wilder than you Why don't you bring her upstairs If she's so wild then she can join in too It's no hanging matter It's no capital crime Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat I bet you mama don't know you can bite like that I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back |
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from The Rolling Stones 10집 - Beggars Banquet (1968)
Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the lowly of birth Raise your glass to the good and the evil Let's drink to the salt of the earth Say a prayer for the common foot soldier Spare a thought for his back breaking work Say a prayer for his wife and his children Who burn the fires and who still till the earth And when I search a faceless crowd A swirling mass of gray and Black and white They don't look real to me In fact, they look so strange Raise your glass to the hard working people Let's drink to the uncounted heads Let's think of the wavering millions Who need leaders but get gamblers instead Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows And a parade of the gray suited grafters A choice of cancer or polio And when I look in the faceless crowd A swirling mass of grays and Black and white They don't look real to me Or don't they look so strange Let's drink to the hard working people Let's think of the lowly of birth Spare a thought for the rag taggy people Let's drink to the salt of the earth Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the salt of the earth Let's drink to the two thousand million Let's think of the humble of birth |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
A scrap of flesh
And a heap of bones One deep high And a desperate moan Three black eyes And a busted nose I said oh yeah, oh yeah Take me up Baby I'm ready to go Shake me up Baby I'm ready to go, yeah Take me up Baby I'm ready Baby, baby I'm ready to go (Chill me, freeze me, It's in my blood) I'm not going to burn in hell I cased the joint And I know it well Maybe my carcass Would feed the worms But I'm working For the other firm Take me up Baby I'm ready to go Fix me up Baby I'm ready to roll, yeah Set me up Baby, baby, baby I'm ready to go (Chill me, freeze me, It's in my blood) Flip the switch I got my money, my ticket All that shit I even got myself A little shaving kit What would it take To bury me I can't wait I can't wait to see I got toothbrush, mouthwash All that shit I'm looking down In the filthy pit I had the turkey And the stuffing too I even saved A little bit for you Lethal injection is a luxury I wanna give it To the whole jury I'm just dying For one more squeeze Oh yeah Oh yeah Pick me up Baby I'm ready to go Take me up Baby I'm ready to blow Take me up Baby if you're ready to go Baby I got nowhere to go Baby I'm ready to go (Chill me, freeze me, to my bones) Flip the switch |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
She confessed her love to me Then she vanished on the breeze Trying to hold on to that was just impossible She was more than beautiful Closer to etherial With a kind of down to earth flavor Close my eyes It's three in the afternoon Then I realize That she's really gone for good Anybody seen my baby Anybody seen her around Love has gone and made me blind I've looked but I just can't find She has gotten lost in the crowd I was flippin' magazines In that place on Mercer Street When I thought I spotted her Getting on a motor bike Looking rather lady like Didn't she just give me a wave? Salty tears It's three in the afternoon Has she disappeared Is she really gone for good Anybody seen my baby Anybody seen her around If I just close my eyes I reach out and touch the prize Anybody seen her around (Rap) Anybody seen my baby Anybody seen her around If I just close my eyes I reach out and touch the prize Anybody seen her around Lost, lost and never found I must have called her a thousand times Sometimes I think she's just in my imagination Lost in the crowd |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
Won't you give me the low down
Just as quick as you can Baby, I've been out of touch Just give me the scam Don't give me the sports page, baby No political news Don't you give me the gossip Just give me the truth Just between me and you Give me the low down If you can Don't want a show down I just want to know where I stand Don't read me the horoscope babe That ain't what I need Our future will never last But that's between you and me I don't want the movie section I'll see for myself I don't want the news that fits Shove it back on the shelf Give me the truth Just between me and you Give me the low down If you can I don't want a show down I just want to know where I stand The headlines are screaming They change everyday As long as I ain't in them I'm happy that way I know that you won't lie to me But you hold back the truth Please give me the low down I can only get it from you Give me the truth Just between me and you Give me the low down If you can Don't want a show down I just want to know where I stand Give me the low down As quick as you can I don't want to hear about it I want it straight from you Give me the truth Just between me and you |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
As you poured out the drinks for me I felt your hooks sink right into me And I knew you were my destiny And I thought you'd get the best of me On the way down to Mexico As I danced in yuor rodeo You say poverty is picturesque As you dragged your nails across my chest You're so cold You're so cruel I'm your man Not your fool Are you already over me Are you already over me Are you already over me What a fool I've been In the first flush of ecstacy As you lay naked next to me While our love put the dawn to flight I just ignore all those warning lights Cause when you laugh I just cry When you left I just died Are you already over me Are you already over me Are you already sick me What a fool I've been Hard to hold on To a love divine I'm kneeling in a corner Praying to your shrine I've been hurt So confused I've been burned I've been bruised Are you already over me Are you already over me Are you already sick of me Are you already over me Are you already over me Are you already tired of me Are you already over me What a fool I've been What a fool I've been What a fool I've been |
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